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"This is the last complex." Joe said, glancing at his watch. It was now nine forty-five. They had been searching the suburbs for hours, and they still had nothing to show for it.
"Let's go see if she lives here." Frank said, getting out of his car.
Joe followed Frank up to the office while Nancy hesitated. She looked up around at the apartment complex, and felt a chill go down her back. She had a bad feeling about this.
Frank looked back at her. "You coming, Nan?" he asked.
Nancy wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "I'm coming." They walked in the office and Nancy saw a young woman behind the desk. She was browsing through a magazine and looked up when she heard them come in.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
Frank flashed his badge at her. "We need to know if you have a guest here." "I'm not allowed to give out that information." She said.
"This is for a police investigation." Frank said, trying to be calm. His patience was beginning to wear thin.
"Look, I really don't have time for this. Either you help us, or I will place you under arrest for hindering a police investigation." Frank said.
The girl wasn't fazed. "I know the law. I don't have to give you anything without a warrant." Joe stepped in front of Frank before he could say anything else. He gave the girl a charming smile. "Hi, my name is Joe. What's yours?" The girl smiled shyly at him. "Bridgette." she said.
Joe smiled back at her. "That's a very pretty name." he said.
Nancy and Frank glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. Typical Joe.
But Bridgette was on Cloud Nine. "I was named after my grandmother." "Listen, Bridgette. We really need some help. I just need you to see if you have a woman named Kristin Seidel here. She could be in danger and we really need to find her." Joe explained.
"But I could lose my job if I did that." Bridgette said.
"And I would hate for that to happen." Joe said. "But if you hit a few keys on your keyboard and just let it slip, then you can't get fired. It would just be an accident." "I suppose." Bridgette said. She typed in Kristin's name. "She's in apartment number 105." Frank and Nancy ran out of the office. Joe smiled and thanked Bridgette. He then tore out of the office after Frank and Nancy.
Nancy knocked frantically on Kristin's door "Kristin! Open up, please! Kristin!" There was no answer. Nancy looked pleadingly at Frank.
"It's the police, Kristin!" Frank said, knocking on the door.
When there was still no answer, Frank tried the doorknob and found that it turned in his hand. He opened the door and glanced in the apartment. He saw Kristin on the living room floor, covered in blood. He tried to keep Nancy away, but she pushed past him and dashed into the apartment.
Nancy spotted Kristin on the floor. She brought her hands up to her mouth and gasped. "Oh, my God. Kristin." Then she saw Kristin move.
"Frank! She's still alive!" Nancy said. She fell to her knees beside Kristin. "Give me a towel! Joe, call an ambulance!" She heard both brothers take off in either direction.
"It's okay, Kristin. We're getting help for you." Nancy said. She pushed the hair out of Kristin's face. Frank came up behind her and handed her the towel. Nancy pressed it to Kristin's wound.
"Kristin, do you remember me?" Nancy asked.
Kristin looked up at her. "Nancy," she whispered.
Nancy nodded. "That's right." "The ambulance is on it's way." Joe said as he came back into the room.
"Did you hear that, Kristin?" Nancy asked. "You have to hang on." The towel was quickly getting covered in blood. God, there was so much blood.
"Nancy." Kristin croaked. Nancy bent down lower to hear her.
"It was...Fitz." She said. "He said...you're up...soon." Nancy shot a look at Frank. He had a grim expression on his face. Nancy turned her attention back to Kristin as she started to go into convulsions. "Kristin!" Nancy shouted.
Kristin looked at Nancy one more time and stopped convulsing. She closed her eyes and lay still.
"Frank! We have to help her!" Nancy said.
"Keep holding the towel to her wound." Frank said. He fell to his knees beside her. "I'll begin CPR." Frank began chest compressions. He counted to five and then breathed into her mouth. He checked for a pulse and found none. He tried CPR again, and still got the same response. Frank kept trying for seven minutes until the paramedics came into the room. Frank and Nancy stood up and let the paramedics take over. Nancy, Frank and Joe watched them until finally they were able to get a faint pulse. "Let's move her," one of the male paramedics said. He and his partner rolled Kristin out of the room on a stretcher.
"Can we go?" Nancy asked.
"You can meet us at the hospital." The other paramedic said.
Nancy, Frank, and Joe hurried and jumped in Frank's car. Frank sped away and followed the ambulance to Cook County Hospital. They rode in silence the whole way there.
When they got to the hospital, they were told to wait in the waiting room. Frank called into the station and got a team dispatched to Kristin's apartment. Nancy just sat in her chair and stared at her blood-stained hands. "Detective Hardy?" Nancy looked up to see a doctor approaching them.
"Yes?" Frank asked.
The doctor shook his head. "We lost her. I'm sorry. There was so much blood loss, that there was nothing that we could really do." "Thank you, Doctor." Frank said. He punched the nearest wall in frustration.
"Stop it, Frank." Nancy said quietly. Frank turned to see she was staring at her hands again. "Just stop it." Frank sat down beside her and took her hands. He could sense the guilt she was feeling. "It's not your fault, Nan." Frank said.
Nancy shook her head. She didn't want to talk about anything. "I want to go home." Frank nodded. He helped her up and put an arm around her shoulders. He tossed Joe the keys and they helped her into the car. Nancy was silent to whole way home. She was like a zombie. All Frank could do was watch her and just pray she wouldn't go into a deep depression. He unlocked the door to the apartment. Nancy walked in and sat on the sofa.
"Do you want something to drink, Nan?" Joe asked.
Nancy shook her head, numbly.
Frank sat down on the coffee table in front of her.
"You can't blame yourself for this, Nancy. You don't control his mind. You don't tell him to kill innocent people. His twisted mind is making him do this." Frank said.
Nancy looked at Frank with a blank expression, but didn't say anything. He could tell she was thinking about something.
"Please, Nan." Frank pleaded. "Say something. Anything." Nancy could feel tears stinging her eyes. She looked at Frank with sad eyes.
"The wedding's off, Frank." Nancy whispered. "I'm sorry."
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A/N: I know that's a weird chapter ending, but I thought it felt right with all of the emotions that she was feeling. Again, thank you for all of the positive reviews. Let me know what you think of this chapter!
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"This is the last complex." Joe said, glancing at his watch. It was now nine forty-five. They had been searching the suburbs for hours, and they still had nothing to show for it.
"Let's go see if she lives here." Frank said, getting out of his car.
Joe followed Frank up to the office while Nancy hesitated. She looked up around at the apartment complex, and felt a chill go down her back. She had a bad feeling about this.
Frank looked back at her. "You coming, Nan?" he asked.
Nancy wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "I'm coming." They walked in the office and Nancy saw a young woman behind the desk. She was browsing through a magazine and looked up when she heard them come in.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
Frank flashed his badge at her. "We need to know if you have a guest here." "I'm not allowed to give out that information." She said.
"This is for a police investigation." Frank said, trying to be calm. His patience was beginning to wear thin.
"Look, I really don't have time for this. Either you help us, or I will place you under arrest for hindering a police investigation." Frank said.
The girl wasn't fazed. "I know the law. I don't have to give you anything without a warrant." Joe stepped in front of Frank before he could say anything else. He gave the girl a charming smile. "Hi, my name is Joe. What's yours?" The girl smiled shyly at him. "Bridgette." she said.
Joe smiled back at her. "That's a very pretty name." he said.
Nancy and Frank glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. Typical Joe.
But Bridgette was on Cloud Nine. "I was named after my grandmother." "Listen, Bridgette. We really need some help. I just need you to see if you have a woman named Kristin Seidel here. She could be in danger and we really need to find her." Joe explained.
"But I could lose my job if I did that." Bridgette said.
"And I would hate for that to happen." Joe said. "But if you hit a few keys on your keyboard and just let it slip, then you can't get fired. It would just be an accident." "I suppose." Bridgette said. She typed in Kristin's name. "She's in apartment number 105." Frank and Nancy ran out of the office. Joe smiled and thanked Bridgette. He then tore out of the office after Frank and Nancy.
Nancy knocked frantically on Kristin's door "Kristin! Open up, please! Kristin!" There was no answer. Nancy looked pleadingly at Frank.
"It's the police, Kristin!" Frank said, knocking on the door.
When there was still no answer, Frank tried the doorknob and found that it turned in his hand. He opened the door and glanced in the apartment. He saw Kristin on the living room floor, covered in blood. He tried to keep Nancy away, but she pushed past him and dashed into the apartment.
Nancy spotted Kristin on the floor. She brought her hands up to her mouth and gasped. "Oh, my God. Kristin." Then she saw Kristin move.
"Frank! She's still alive!" Nancy said. She fell to her knees beside Kristin. "Give me a towel! Joe, call an ambulance!" She heard both brothers take off in either direction.
"It's okay, Kristin. We're getting help for you." Nancy said. She pushed the hair out of Kristin's face. Frank came up behind her and handed her the towel. Nancy pressed it to Kristin's wound.
"Kristin, do you remember me?" Nancy asked.
Kristin looked up at her. "Nancy," she whispered.
Nancy nodded. "That's right." "The ambulance is on it's way." Joe said as he came back into the room.
"Did you hear that, Kristin?" Nancy asked. "You have to hang on." The towel was quickly getting covered in blood. God, there was so much blood.
"Nancy." Kristin croaked. Nancy bent down lower to hear her.
"It was...Fitz." She said. "He said...you're up...soon." Nancy shot a look at Frank. He had a grim expression on his face. Nancy turned her attention back to Kristin as she started to go into convulsions. "Kristin!" Nancy shouted.
Kristin looked at Nancy one more time and stopped convulsing. She closed her eyes and lay still.
"Frank! We have to help her!" Nancy said.
"Keep holding the towel to her wound." Frank said. He fell to his knees beside her. "I'll begin CPR." Frank began chest compressions. He counted to five and then breathed into her mouth. He checked for a pulse and found none. He tried CPR again, and still got the same response. Frank kept trying for seven minutes until the paramedics came into the room. Frank and Nancy stood up and let the paramedics take over. Nancy, Frank and Joe watched them until finally they were able to get a faint pulse. "Let's move her," one of the male paramedics said. He and his partner rolled Kristin out of the room on a stretcher.
"Can we go?" Nancy asked.
"You can meet us at the hospital." The other paramedic said.
Nancy, Frank, and Joe hurried and jumped in Frank's car. Frank sped away and followed the ambulance to Cook County Hospital. They rode in silence the whole way there.
When they got to the hospital, they were told to wait in the waiting room. Frank called into the station and got a team dispatched to Kristin's apartment. Nancy just sat in her chair and stared at her blood-stained hands. "Detective Hardy?" Nancy looked up to see a doctor approaching them.
"Yes?" Frank asked.
The doctor shook his head. "We lost her. I'm sorry. There was so much blood loss, that there was nothing that we could really do." "Thank you, Doctor." Frank said. He punched the nearest wall in frustration.
"Stop it, Frank." Nancy said quietly. Frank turned to see she was staring at her hands again. "Just stop it." Frank sat down beside her and took her hands. He could sense the guilt she was feeling. "It's not your fault, Nan." Frank said.
Nancy shook her head. She didn't want to talk about anything. "I want to go home." Frank nodded. He helped her up and put an arm around her shoulders. He tossed Joe the keys and they helped her into the car. Nancy was silent to whole way home. She was like a zombie. All Frank could do was watch her and just pray she wouldn't go into a deep depression. He unlocked the door to the apartment. Nancy walked in and sat on the sofa.
"Do you want something to drink, Nan?" Joe asked.
Nancy shook her head, numbly.
Frank sat down on the coffee table in front of her.
"You can't blame yourself for this, Nancy. You don't control his mind. You don't tell him to kill innocent people. His twisted mind is making him do this." Frank said.
Nancy looked at Frank with a blank expression, but didn't say anything. He could tell she was thinking about something.
"Please, Nan." Frank pleaded. "Say something. Anything." Nancy could feel tears stinging her eyes. She looked at Frank with sad eyes.
"The wedding's off, Frank." Nancy whispered. "I'm sorry."
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A/N: I know that's a weird chapter ending, but I thought it felt right with all of the emotions that she was feeling. Again, thank you for all of the positive reviews. Let me know what you think of this chapter!