Chicago's Midway Airport
Terminal A (Concord 3)
5:25 a.m.
Terryn drove her friend to the airport, told him to be safe and watched him get on the shuttle bus to the airport. "I'll call you when I get to Logan. That'll be like in 3 hours," Jarod reached for his duffle bag in the bag. "Alright then, Jarod, take care. Don't come back with a bullet in your arm, leg, or ass because you annoyed her to the point of insanity. Believe me, there are times when I've almost capped you myself," TJ smiled, mocking her best friend's last visit with his ex-wife.
Jarod put some hast in his step and made it to the gate to buy his ticket. "Last call for flight 5:30's 893 from Chicago's Midway Airport to Boston's Logan Airport, gate F," the attendant said as she watched Jarod board. He barely made it.
*Flashback*
It was 4:39 in the morning and Parker and Jarod lay in her bed and Jarod had one hand over her stomach. "Oh God, its 4:40 and I have to get up in the morning," she groaned. "Stop saying stuff. We'll both get to sleep faster that way," Jarod buried his head in her neck. "Does she talk this much?" Parker was now wide awake, turning directly at him.
"Uh huh," Jarod moaned," did Jeremy tell you she's stalking me now?" "Answer my question 1st," she raised an eyebrow. Jarod decided he'd tell the truth since there was nothing left to tell.
"You don't really wanna know, do you?" his voice came out nervous. "I don't ask unless I want to know," she had the same tone as before. Jarod sighed and did what every man in the world said to his girlfriend about," I never slept with her." Yep, he lied. Parker knew he probably would and pushed him backward to where he was on his back and she stratled his hips and leaned close to his ear," I hate being lied to. Remember what you promised me 15 months ago?"
Nervous to the soul, Jarod's voice trembled. He had conquered this woman in all aspects and she still made him quiver sometimes.
"I said a lot of things a year and 3 months ago. Do you, by any chance?" he smiled. But she wasn't. "You're lying-""Wha?" "Yeah. Your little mijo and I had a talk," she got off of him and slipped into a venomous mood.
"What are you talking about?" he teased, knowing this would annoy the shit outta her. Wrong idea. "Rachel McKinney! You know who I'm talking about," she disgustedly got off him and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Damn, I'm sorry, but Jeremy's mistaken," he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you wake up with the mind-set to hurt me?" she called from behind the door. "The hell? Of course I don't...mostly," he mumbled the last word," I couldn't anyway! I'd owe TJ money!" Big mistake.
He quit laughing once he realized what was said. The door slowly came open and parker came out with her silver 9mm pearl handled Beretta in her left hand. "You'd what?" she asked in a voice that Jarod couldn't determine the emotion. "No-thing," he lied like 'Baby Joker' from Next Friday.
"No, you said you'd owe TJ. Don't lie to me-""Why quit now?" he sighed. "You bet on me with a teenager?" her voice calm. "Is that a 'yes' or 'no' question?" he raised an eyebrow. "One answer," she said firing a shot close to his right ear.
"Cot damn Robin, what the fuck?! And why do you care so much! This has gone way too far! You could have hit me!" he moved swiftly toward her in one motion. He grabbed the gun and they struggled, but Parker stopped all of a sudden.
"What exactly did you say when you said 'you could have hit me'?" she asked in a small voice, staring at the wall with a small hole in it. Jarod forgot since they had found out everything about the Centre, Catherine Parker's plan (well, ½ of it), the truth about where Mr. Parker was, it had all led up to her coma episode.
She had fainted right after hearing the whereabouts of her 'father' and was in a coma for 2 months. The doctor said there was a cerebral imbalance in her brain and she'd lost some nerves, but none too damaging.
But she had lost all ability 'switch' from emotions easily like everyone else. Her emotional state while in the coma caused her to have seizures and violet dreams, causing her cerebral imbalance. Jarod had been one of her doctors, but hasn't had the heart to tell her yet.
But he did the one thing old Parker and new Parker would hold out and shut out if he did; he said her first name. "I said your first name," he admitted with hurt and confusion on his face," I had to get your attention." Then it dawned on him.
"You been taking your medicine?" he asked her. She looked directly into his eyes," Now it's my time for questions. Did you?" A tired Parker sat on the bed and stared out the dark window. "I haven't taken my medicine since two Thursday's ago. I don't need it," she said in a hollow voice. "You do! That's why...it help's...you almost put a damn bullet in my head!"
"I'm sorry," she started to sob. "I know," he sighed, stashing the gun out her reach and sitting next to her," but you do need it. You think because you don't get nightmares and a good sleep for a couple of days, you can get off your meds? It's way beyond that."
"I know! But I don't need you! I don't need you to watch and monitor my every move. I'm a grown woman-""Who needs someone to love her. I'll always be here, I promised your mother that-""Give me the damn bottle and my water bottle," she seethed. "Oh? My fault, I thought you didn't need me anymore," he grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and headed out to the living room.
"I'll be out by 8. But hey, it's 5:15; you should have a couple of minutes of sleep left," he closed the bedroom door behind him. He hated fighting with her like this, but if getting closer to her meant calling her 'Robin Parker' to get her attention, bullets flying, then so be it. He was determined to make this work and all this fighting isn't helping the situation.
He slowly walked toward the couch and plopped down on it. Inside, Parker was curling up in the fetal position and letting the waterworks flow freely down her face. She didn't meant to hurt him like this but it's all she knew.
*End Flashback*
"...again we'd ask all passengers turn off any electronic device such a radio, cd player, palm pilot, or a laptop. These devices can be turned on after the take-off at a solid altitude. Cell phones are not permitted during the flight at all as to where it can interfere with the navigational system en route. Once in the air, for your protection, please keep your seat belts on until the seat belt sign is off. When the captain removes the fasten seat belt sign, you can take it off, but for your safety, we ask that it remain on while seated. Our pilots for the morning are Cap. Anthony Jameson and Co-Cap. Chris Bridges. We thank you for flying Delta and hope you enjoy your flight to Boston/Logan airport. Our ETA once over the eastern time zone should be 8:30 a.m. We will be arriving at Concord 3, Gate 29 on the Logan map. Again, thank you for flying Delta and we hope you enjoy your trip," the flight attendant said in a hast as they workers outside shut the doors and she strapped herself into her seat.
Jarod sighed and breathed easily, happy he made it and looked out the window at the crisp fog that lingered over the ground of the runway. The guy next to him was nosy and Jarod knew it was going to be a long flight. "So why the early flight?" he asked with an eager voice. "Family," Jarod adjusted the pillow behind his head. All he wanted to do was relax for the two hours and..."I got family in Boston, too! Well, a lot around the Connecticut area, but it's not that far away..." the guy kept going and going like the bunny Jarod saw on TV with the drum and sunglasses.
Now this man made that commercial annoying as hell. About 15 minutes into the flight, Jarod was shaken by the guy next to him and he almost snapped, but heard a woman's voice. "...sir, would you like something to drink or perhaps some snack mix?" "What'll it be, buddy? I think Coke is better than Pepsi, but I would rather enjoy a-""Coffee!" Jarod's voice cut the man's off, "A nice, warm, coffee. And some cream and sugar, thank you."
"I think that lady likes you man," the guy slightly elbowed him in his ribs. "So I've been told," Jarod faced the window. "I wish I could *mack* like that," he sighed," But she's been eyeballing you since we sat down!" "I'm already involved," he sighed, wishing this guy had a mute button. "Ooh, you probably like real feisty women, huh?" the guy's sugar level increased by a milestone," You'd probably go for brunettes, or-or redheads."
"I don't feel comf-""Well, let me tall you about this brunette who works with me in the bureau-""I'd rather not," Jarod started, but hung on to every word when he got the woman's name out. "Yeah, sweet little thing, her name's (came to Jarod in slow motion) Robin Parker, but I think she prefers Wright. You okay, buddy?" the guy looked at his pale face. "Robin, Par-I mean Wright?" Jarod asked. "Yeah, you know her?" the guy's face got serious.
Jarod was about to say yes, but forgot that this guy worked with Parker and he couldn't say anything. "Uh...no. Her name sounds like a girl I used to date. Her name was Robin Williams," Jarod lied, "So you were saying..." "Oh, and lemme tell ya, does she has a-""Okay, really, that's enough," Jarod spotted the lady come back with the coffee, "thank you."
"I put a little extra cream and sugar on yours because...I think you're kinda sweet." Jarod flashed a smile and the man grinned in anticipation, "Well, go on, ask her for her number!" "Uh, no, I'm fine," Jarod said, sipping it, mainly all in one gulp. "Calm down...but hey, if you want, I can tell you about this dude she's dating, but although, if you do meet her, please don't mention the 'who's the daddy' question. Broke some guy's arm when he was playing around," the guy shook his head.
"What's your name?" Jarod finally gave in. "Herman Bullock. Yep, I'm an assistant associate to Sen. Todd of New Jersey. She's in Boston for a while, although this is my base office. So, whaddo you do, well, what's your name?" Herman asked. "Jarod Wright. I have a son named Jeremy Charles Wright, he's 12. Oh, and I work at Anderton, Williams, and Cook, the uh, main law firm in Chicago." "Hey! I knew I'd seen you before! You were always in the courtroom when the man...Bob, Rob-""Bobby?" "Yeah, Bobby Bowman was on trial! You're famous. But...wait, didn't you two fight?"
"Well, I'll let you in on a secret; I've known Booby for years, but uh...truth be told, he's the brother-in-law from hell...literary," Jarod adjusted the light blanket. "Everyone has some good." "Show me and you'll never have another trouble again," Jarod laughed. "Like my e-wife, I tell ya..." Oh God, why couldn't she have called at 7, when normal people get up? Jarod sighed, wishing he hardly met the man.
-1 hour later-
"Hey, hey, uh, Jarod, wake up. We're landing," Herman shook him. "Huh? Oh, thanks man. But I'm sorry for going to sleep on you, man." "Hey, I dozed off myself," Herman's ears started to pop. "Gum?" Jarod offered. "Ladies and gentleman, on behalf of the captain and our crew, Delta flight 1996 from Midway to Logan will be landing in 10 minutes. For your safety we ask that seatbelts remain on during this time..."
-Logan Airport-
8:17 a.m.
Same Day
Gate C
Jarod exited the plane and entered the terminal, calling a cab service and making his way to baggage claim before a woman stopped him. "Sir! Sir!" the flight attendant called from behind him. "Are you Mr. Wright?" she asked, out of breath. "So I've been told...why?" he sipped his Starbucks. "Funny, but the FBI agents on the plane are requesting your presence at the questioning room," she handed him an envelope. "What's this for?" he rose and eyebrow. "This is the map to the room," she turned and left.
"Ma'am, what is all this about?" Jarod's fear set in. "I'm just the deliverer," she walked back toward the console. Jarod sat on a stool and finished his coffee, finally looking at it. He took out his phone and called Parker. "Yeah...I'm at Logan. I called to say I'd be a little bit late, I got a meeting...yeah, I know I just got here, but it's import-"she hung up on him. "Things I do for love," he told himself, going towards the room.
It was down a lone hallway and the door was slightly open. "Hello?" he went into the room, instantly being hit over the head and knocked out. He left out a cry of pain, but he couldn't feel anything as everything went black...
R&R- J-Phoenix
Terminal A (Concord 3)
5:25 a.m.
Terryn drove her friend to the airport, told him to be safe and watched him get on the shuttle bus to the airport. "I'll call you when I get to Logan. That'll be like in 3 hours," Jarod reached for his duffle bag in the bag. "Alright then, Jarod, take care. Don't come back with a bullet in your arm, leg, or ass because you annoyed her to the point of insanity. Believe me, there are times when I've almost capped you myself," TJ smiled, mocking her best friend's last visit with his ex-wife.
Jarod put some hast in his step and made it to the gate to buy his ticket. "Last call for flight 5:30's 893 from Chicago's Midway Airport to Boston's Logan Airport, gate F," the attendant said as she watched Jarod board. He barely made it.
*Flashback*
It was 4:39 in the morning and Parker and Jarod lay in her bed and Jarod had one hand over her stomach. "Oh God, its 4:40 and I have to get up in the morning," she groaned. "Stop saying stuff. We'll both get to sleep faster that way," Jarod buried his head in her neck. "Does she talk this much?" Parker was now wide awake, turning directly at him.
"Uh huh," Jarod moaned," did Jeremy tell you she's stalking me now?" "Answer my question 1st," she raised an eyebrow. Jarod decided he'd tell the truth since there was nothing left to tell.
"You don't really wanna know, do you?" his voice came out nervous. "I don't ask unless I want to know," she had the same tone as before. Jarod sighed and did what every man in the world said to his girlfriend about," I never slept with her." Yep, he lied. Parker knew he probably would and pushed him backward to where he was on his back and she stratled his hips and leaned close to his ear," I hate being lied to. Remember what you promised me 15 months ago?"
Nervous to the soul, Jarod's voice trembled. He had conquered this woman in all aspects and she still made him quiver sometimes.
"I said a lot of things a year and 3 months ago. Do you, by any chance?" he smiled. But she wasn't. "You're lying-""Wha?" "Yeah. Your little mijo and I had a talk," she got off of him and slipped into a venomous mood.
"What are you talking about?" he teased, knowing this would annoy the shit outta her. Wrong idea. "Rachel McKinney! You know who I'm talking about," she disgustedly got off him and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Damn, I'm sorry, but Jeremy's mistaken," he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you wake up with the mind-set to hurt me?" she called from behind the door. "The hell? Of course I don't...mostly," he mumbled the last word," I couldn't anyway! I'd owe TJ money!" Big mistake.
He quit laughing once he realized what was said. The door slowly came open and parker came out with her silver 9mm pearl handled Beretta in her left hand. "You'd what?" she asked in a voice that Jarod couldn't determine the emotion. "No-thing," he lied like 'Baby Joker' from Next Friday.
"No, you said you'd owe TJ. Don't lie to me-""Why quit now?" he sighed. "You bet on me with a teenager?" her voice calm. "Is that a 'yes' or 'no' question?" he raised an eyebrow. "One answer," she said firing a shot close to his right ear.
"Cot damn Robin, what the fuck?! And why do you care so much! This has gone way too far! You could have hit me!" he moved swiftly toward her in one motion. He grabbed the gun and they struggled, but Parker stopped all of a sudden.
"What exactly did you say when you said 'you could have hit me'?" she asked in a small voice, staring at the wall with a small hole in it. Jarod forgot since they had found out everything about the Centre, Catherine Parker's plan (well, ½ of it), the truth about where Mr. Parker was, it had all led up to her coma episode.
She had fainted right after hearing the whereabouts of her 'father' and was in a coma for 2 months. The doctor said there was a cerebral imbalance in her brain and she'd lost some nerves, but none too damaging.
But she had lost all ability 'switch' from emotions easily like everyone else. Her emotional state while in the coma caused her to have seizures and violet dreams, causing her cerebral imbalance. Jarod had been one of her doctors, but hasn't had the heart to tell her yet.
But he did the one thing old Parker and new Parker would hold out and shut out if he did; he said her first name. "I said your first name," he admitted with hurt and confusion on his face," I had to get your attention." Then it dawned on him.
"You been taking your medicine?" he asked her. She looked directly into his eyes," Now it's my time for questions. Did you?" A tired Parker sat on the bed and stared out the dark window. "I haven't taken my medicine since two Thursday's ago. I don't need it," she said in a hollow voice. "You do! That's why...it help's...you almost put a damn bullet in my head!"
"I'm sorry," she started to sob. "I know," he sighed, stashing the gun out her reach and sitting next to her," but you do need it. You think because you don't get nightmares and a good sleep for a couple of days, you can get off your meds? It's way beyond that."
"I know! But I don't need you! I don't need you to watch and monitor my every move. I'm a grown woman-""Who needs someone to love her. I'll always be here, I promised your mother that-""Give me the damn bottle and my water bottle," she seethed. "Oh? My fault, I thought you didn't need me anymore," he grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and headed out to the living room.
"I'll be out by 8. But hey, it's 5:15; you should have a couple of minutes of sleep left," he closed the bedroom door behind him. He hated fighting with her like this, but if getting closer to her meant calling her 'Robin Parker' to get her attention, bullets flying, then so be it. He was determined to make this work and all this fighting isn't helping the situation.
He slowly walked toward the couch and plopped down on it. Inside, Parker was curling up in the fetal position and letting the waterworks flow freely down her face. She didn't meant to hurt him like this but it's all she knew.
*End Flashback*
"...again we'd ask all passengers turn off any electronic device such a radio, cd player, palm pilot, or a laptop. These devices can be turned on after the take-off at a solid altitude. Cell phones are not permitted during the flight at all as to where it can interfere with the navigational system en route. Once in the air, for your protection, please keep your seat belts on until the seat belt sign is off. When the captain removes the fasten seat belt sign, you can take it off, but for your safety, we ask that it remain on while seated. Our pilots for the morning are Cap. Anthony Jameson and Co-Cap. Chris Bridges. We thank you for flying Delta and hope you enjoy your flight to Boston/Logan airport. Our ETA once over the eastern time zone should be 8:30 a.m. We will be arriving at Concord 3, Gate 29 on the Logan map. Again, thank you for flying Delta and we hope you enjoy your trip," the flight attendant said in a hast as they workers outside shut the doors and she strapped herself into her seat.
Jarod sighed and breathed easily, happy he made it and looked out the window at the crisp fog that lingered over the ground of the runway. The guy next to him was nosy and Jarod knew it was going to be a long flight. "So why the early flight?" he asked with an eager voice. "Family," Jarod adjusted the pillow behind his head. All he wanted to do was relax for the two hours and..."I got family in Boston, too! Well, a lot around the Connecticut area, but it's not that far away..." the guy kept going and going like the bunny Jarod saw on TV with the drum and sunglasses.
Now this man made that commercial annoying as hell. About 15 minutes into the flight, Jarod was shaken by the guy next to him and he almost snapped, but heard a woman's voice. "...sir, would you like something to drink or perhaps some snack mix?" "What'll it be, buddy? I think Coke is better than Pepsi, but I would rather enjoy a-""Coffee!" Jarod's voice cut the man's off, "A nice, warm, coffee. And some cream and sugar, thank you."
"I think that lady likes you man," the guy slightly elbowed him in his ribs. "So I've been told," Jarod faced the window. "I wish I could *mack* like that," he sighed," But she's been eyeballing you since we sat down!" "I'm already involved," he sighed, wishing this guy had a mute button. "Ooh, you probably like real feisty women, huh?" the guy's sugar level increased by a milestone," You'd probably go for brunettes, or-or redheads."
"I don't feel comf-""Well, let me tall you about this brunette who works with me in the bureau-""I'd rather not," Jarod started, but hung on to every word when he got the woman's name out. "Yeah, sweet little thing, her name's (came to Jarod in slow motion) Robin Parker, but I think she prefers Wright. You okay, buddy?" the guy looked at his pale face. "Robin, Par-I mean Wright?" Jarod asked. "Yeah, you know her?" the guy's face got serious.
Jarod was about to say yes, but forgot that this guy worked with Parker and he couldn't say anything. "Uh...no. Her name sounds like a girl I used to date. Her name was Robin Williams," Jarod lied, "So you were saying..." "Oh, and lemme tell ya, does she has a-""Okay, really, that's enough," Jarod spotted the lady come back with the coffee, "thank you."
"I put a little extra cream and sugar on yours because...I think you're kinda sweet." Jarod flashed a smile and the man grinned in anticipation, "Well, go on, ask her for her number!" "Uh, no, I'm fine," Jarod said, sipping it, mainly all in one gulp. "Calm down...but hey, if you want, I can tell you about this dude she's dating, but although, if you do meet her, please don't mention the 'who's the daddy' question. Broke some guy's arm when he was playing around," the guy shook his head.
"What's your name?" Jarod finally gave in. "Herman Bullock. Yep, I'm an assistant associate to Sen. Todd of New Jersey. She's in Boston for a while, although this is my base office. So, whaddo you do, well, what's your name?" Herman asked. "Jarod Wright. I have a son named Jeremy Charles Wright, he's 12. Oh, and I work at Anderton, Williams, and Cook, the uh, main law firm in Chicago." "Hey! I knew I'd seen you before! You were always in the courtroom when the man...Bob, Rob-""Bobby?" "Yeah, Bobby Bowman was on trial! You're famous. But...wait, didn't you two fight?"
"Well, I'll let you in on a secret; I've known Booby for years, but uh...truth be told, he's the brother-in-law from hell...literary," Jarod adjusted the light blanket. "Everyone has some good." "Show me and you'll never have another trouble again," Jarod laughed. "Like my e-wife, I tell ya..." Oh God, why couldn't she have called at 7, when normal people get up? Jarod sighed, wishing he hardly met the man.
-1 hour later-
"Hey, hey, uh, Jarod, wake up. We're landing," Herman shook him. "Huh? Oh, thanks man. But I'm sorry for going to sleep on you, man." "Hey, I dozed off myself," Herman's ears started to pop. "Gum?" Jarod offered. "Ladies and gentleman, on behalf of the captain and our crew, Delta flight 1996 from Midway to Logan will be landing in 10 minutes. For your safety we ask that seatbelts remain on during this time..."
-Logan Airport-
8:17 a.m.
Same Day
Gate C
Jarod exited the plane and entered the terminal, calling a cab service and making his way to baggage claim before a woman stopped him. "Sir! Sir!" the flight attendant called from behind him. "Are you Mr. Wright?" she asked, out of breath. "So I've been told...why?" he sipped his Starbucks. "Funny, but the FBI agents on the plane are requesting your presence at the questioning room," she handed him an envelope. "What's this for?" he rose and eyebrow. "This is the map to the room," she turned and left.
"Ma'am, what is all this about?" Jarod's fear set in. "I'm just the deliverer," she walked back toward the console. Jarod sat on a stool and finished his coffee, finally looking at it. He took out his phone and called Parker. "Yeah...I'm at Logan. I called to say I'd be a little bit late, I got a meeting...yeah, I know I just got here, but it's import-"she hung up on him. "Things I do for love," he told himself, going towards the room.
It was down a lone hallway and the door was slightly open. "Hello?" he went into the room, instantly being hit over the head and knocked out. He left out a cry of pain, but he couldn't feel anything as everything went black...
R&R- J-Phoenix