Psychotic Break-out
Thanks everyone for reviewing the first chapter! You have been very generous. I've been really ill recently so it's meant that this chapter has taken longer to write than I had first anticipated.
There are a few things that need clearing up before we continue: firstly, this story bares no relation to any other story I have posted on this site. Secondly, a few people have expressed a desire for brief a recap of the episode Rescue Me so:
Jesse rescues a woman from a car crash, and she falls in "love" with him and uses him to get rid of her previous lover. But when she sees that Jesse is in love with Susan, she tries to get rid of him by getting him arrested for murder using the "help" of the arresting officer. In the end Mark figures it out and Chloe gets shipped off to a mental hospital.
I hope that was a help!!
All Disclaimers Apply
Chapter 2 : Crime Scene Investigation
Chloe Marsden breathed cool, fresh air into her lungs. The ecstasy which it induced was electrifying; it was like being reborn. The sea breeze whipped her newly dyed-blonde hair around her head, so that the strands looked like golden snakes wriggling from her scalp. She felt the damp sand beneath her toes, and curled them with pleasure.
Standing on the Malibu beach felt so uplifting; just being away from that hellhole was wonderful. She could still remember that clinical stench, those patronising psychologists, being injected with tranquillisers. . .But all that existed for her now was freedom, and the pleasure in seeing that depraved little cretin suffer. Oh, the things she had planned made her shiver in excitement! But she must be careful this time; Mark Sloan must not figure it out. She could see his house from where she now stood; the image burned her soul, and she vowed that he too, would suffer.
Wrapping her coat around her more tightly as the wind seeped through her skin, she turned slowly to take cover. She would have to go into hiding, soon her face would be all over Los Angeles, and no way was she going back. Not There. A shadow passed over her face.
The Beach was deserted and barren, and the cool droplets of fresh rain began to drop gently from the rapidly darkening sky; there would be a storm tonight.
* * * *
Rain! Steve Sloan thought demurely as he headed towards the LA Special Secure Institution. Typical! He reached forward to turn on the windscreen wipers as the tiny droplets turned into large sheets cascading down upon the car. He had to watch his driving as the roads became slippery and dangerous; the institution was situated at the top of a steep, and winding country road, where torrents of rain water spurted down the sides.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the entrance to a formidable looking building set against an inspiring mountainous background. The walls of the stone built institution were a dank and depressing grey, and being miles out of the LA urban sprawl, Steve failed to see how anyone could escape from here. . .But someone had, and had killed another in the process. Steve had been turning the idea over and over inside his head but he could not think of anyone who may have been linked to himself, his father, Jesse or Amanda. He had been part of many cases as a Lieutenant, many of which his father and his friends had assisted with.
He parked his car beside his partner Cheryl Banks' car in the parking lot. As he stepped out, he noticed Cheryl herself appearing at the top of the corporeal stone front entrance. "Steve! Glad you could you could make it! Forensics will be arriving in a few minutes" She called to him with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed in front of her chest. She had the distinct air of knowing some key piece of information that Steve didn't, and by the looks of things, she was deeply enjoying the power it gave her.
"You gonna tell me what this is about?" Steve enquired, trying to sound off-hand, as if he hadn't been racing his brains constantly on the drive over. He trotted eagerly up the steps to meet her.
"You mean you haven't figured it out yet? I would have thought it was glaringly obvious! We're at a mental institution, you and your father haven't sent that many crooks here! Come on Sloan!" Cheryl looked incredulous.
Steve looked a little sheepish as he gave his brain a final search. "Well, the only person I really remember was Chloe Marsden, but she wasn't even sent here!"
"No, but she was moved here! Two years into her sentence they transferred her because she was causing problems. And yes, this is all about her. She murdered her attending nurse and escaped from her room last night. Let's go and check out her room before forensics gets here"
Cheryl turned and headed inside the building. Steve followed aimlessly, still trying to get his head around the fact that Chloe Marsden had escaped. What would this mean?
Steve glanced round the bare walls as the walked. They were so hopelessly barren, it was no wonder that people wanted to escape. Corridor after corridor they passed through; the place was like a labyrinth. Intermittently, moans could be heard from the doors they passed; so different to the chorus of laughter that had erupted from the wards of Community General. The doors were steel enforced, and heavily bolted; it made sense that the only way to escape would be through the attendants. Steve felt as if he was going mad just being inside the place, there was nothing to focus on, it felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel. If Chloe Marsden had been unbalanced when she came here, by now she was probably psychotic. He dreaded telling Jesse. . .
After a long, long silence "Well, here we are" Cheryl said unnecessarily, as the room was clearly marked out with yellow crime scene tape. Both detectives stepped under the tape and took a preliminary sweep round the room with their eyes. Not that there was much to see other that the body of a man dressed in a crisp, white attendant's uniform, slumped on the bed with a dinner knife sticking brazenly out of his neck.
"The victim's name is Samuel Marsh, he's worked as an attending nurse here for five years" Cheryl informed him.
"I don't think we need Amanda to tell us how this man died" Steve said wryly as he stared at the man. "Chloe Marsden obviously came at him from behind, but, why did he have his back to her. He was an attendant, surely they know that the patients can be dangerous, and that they shouldn't let their guard down"
Cheryl looked thoughtful for a moment, "He must have trusted her"
"Does that suggest a relationship between them? Maybe they were lovers! We need to ask forensics to find traces of hair on his uniform or neck, and anything else suspicious"
"But the question remains, how did she leave the building? Any of the nurses would have noticed a patient roaming around the corridors. Also, how did she manage to smuggle that knife back to her room?"
"We need to question the staff" Steve said grimly.
Just then the forensics team arrived, greeted the two detectives and began working. Steve and Cheryl glanced at each other, donned their latex gloves, and set to work alongside the forensics team.
"I think I know why she wasn't discovered" Steve announced after a while, pulling a discarded hospital gown out from under the bed triumphantly. "I think it's safe to assume she was disguised when she left this room"
To Be Continued. . .
Thanks everyone for reviewing the first chapter! You have been very generous. I've been really ill recently so it's meant that this chapter has taken longer to write than I had first anticipated.
There are a few things that need clearing up before we continue: firstly, this story bares no relation to any other story I have posted on this site. Secondly, a few people have expressed a desire for brief a recap of the episode Rescue Me so:
Jesse rescues a woman from a car crash, and she falls in "love" with him and uses him to get rid of her previous lover. But when she sees that Jesse is in love with Susan, she tries to get rid of him by getting him arrested for murder using the "help" of the arresting officer. In the end Mark figures it out and Chloe gets shipped off to a mental hospital.
I hope that was a help!!
All Disclaimers Apply
Chapter 2 : Crime Scene Investigation
Chloe Marsden breathed cool, fresh air into her lungs. The ecstasy which it induced was electrifying; it was like being reborn. The sea breeze whipped her newly dyed-blonde hair around her head, so that the strands looked like golden snakes wriggling from her scalp. She felt the damp sand beneath her toes, and curled them with pleasure.
Standing on the Malibu beach felt so uplifting; just being away from that hellhole was wonderful. She could still remember that clinical stench, those patronising psychologists, being injected with tranquillisers. . .But all that existed for her now was freedom, and the pleasure in seeing that depraved little cretin suffer. Oh, the things she had planned made her shiver in excitement! But she must be careful this time; Mark Sloan must not figure it out. She could see his house from where she now stood; the image burned her soul, and she vowed that he too, would suffer.
Wrapping her coat around her more tightly as the wind seeped through her skin, she turned slowly to take cover. She would have to go into hiding, soon her face would be all over Los Angeles, and no way was she going back. Not There. A shadow passed over her face.
The Beach was deserted and barren, and the cool droplets of fresh rain began to drop gently from the rapidly darkening sky; there would be a storm tonight.
* * * *
Rain! Steve Sloan thought demurely as he headed towards the LA Special Secure Institution. Typical! He reached forward to turn on the windscreen wipers as the tiny droplets turned into large sheets cascading down upon the car. He had to watch his driving as the roads became slippery and dangerous; the institution was situated at the top of a steep, and winding country road, where torrents of rain water spurted down the sides.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the entrance to a formidable looking building set against an inspiring mountainous background. The walls of the stone built institution were a dank and depressing grey, and being miles out of the LA urban sprawl, Steve failed to see how anyone could escape from here. . .But someone had, and had killed another in the process. Steve had been turning the idea over and over inside his head but he could not think of anyone who may have been linked to himself, his father, Jesse or Amanda. He had been part of many cases as a Lieutenant, many of which his father and his friends had assisted with.
He parked his car beside his partner Cheryl Banks' car in the parking lot. As he stepped out, he noticed Cheryl herself appearing at the top of the corporeal stone front entrance. "Steve! Glad you could you could make it! Forensics will be arriving in a few minutes" She called to him with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed in front of her chest. She had the distinct air of knowing some key piece of information that Steve didn't, and by the looks of things, she was deeply enjoying the power it gave her.
"You gonna tell me what this is about?" Steve enquired, trying to sound off-hand, as if he hadn't been racing his brains constantly on the drive over. He trotted eagerly up the steps to meet her.
"You mean you haven't figured it out yet? I would have thought it was glaringly obvious! We're at a mental institution, you and your father haven't sent that many crooks here! Come on Sloan!" Cheryl looked incredulous.
Steve looked a little sheepish as he gave his brain a final search. "Well, the only person I really remember was Chloe Marsden, but she wasn't even sent here!"
"No, but she was moved here! Two years into her sentence they transferred her because she was causing problems. And yes, this is all about her. She murdered her attending nurse and escaped from her room last night. Let's go and check out her room before forensics gets here"
Cheryl turned and headed inside the building. Steve followed aimlessly, still trying to get his head around the fact that Chloe Marsden had escaped. What would this mean?
Steve glanced round the bare walls as the walked. They were so hopelessly barren, it was no wonder that people wanted to escape. Corridor after corridor they passed through; the place was like a labyrinth. Intermittently, moans could be heard from the doors they passed; so different to the chorus of laughter that had erupted from the wards of Community General. The doors were steel enforced, and heavily bolted; it made sense that the only way to escape would be through the attendants. Steve felt as if he was going mad just being inside the place, there was nothing to focus on, it felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel. If Chloe Marsden had been unbalanced when she came here, by now she was probably psychotic. He dreaded telling Jesse. . .
After a long, long silence "Well, here we are" Cheryl said unnecessarily, as the room was clearly marked out with yellow crime scene tape. Both detectives stepped under the tape and took a preliminary sweep round the room with their eyes. Not that there was much to see other that the body of a man dressed in a crisp, white attendant's uniform, slumped on the bed with a dinner knife sticking brazenly out of his neck.
"The victim's name is Samuel Marsh, he's worked as an attending nurse here for five years" Cheryl informed him.
"I don't think we need Amanda to tell us how this man died" Steve said wryly as he stared at the man. "Chloe Marsden obviously came at him from behind, but, why did he have his back to her. He was an attendant, surely they know that the patients can be dangerous, and that they shouldn't let their guard down"
Cheryl looked thoughtful for a moment, "He must have trusted her"
"Does that suggest a relationship between them? Maybe they were lovers! We need to ask forensics to find traces of hair on his uniform or neck, and anything else suspicious"
"But the question remains, how did she leave the building? Any of the nurses would have noticed a patient roaming around the corridors. Also, how did she manage to smuggle that knife back to her room?"
"We need to question the staff" Steve said grimly.
Just then the forensics team arrived, greeted the two detectives and began working. Steve and Cheryl glanced at each other, donned their latex gloves, and set to work alongside the forensics team.
"I think I know why she wasn't discovered" Steve announced after a while, pulling a discarded hospital gown out from under the bed triumphantly. "I think it's safe to assume she was disguised when she left this room"
To Be Continued. . .