CHAPTER 16:
((Kind of a weird chapter, but, who cares. I like writing bizarre stuff. THIS IS MAINLY GARRET'S DREAMS, AT LEAST IN THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.))
~~Garret~~ I felt myself slipping off into a restless sleep, my head pounding from the killer headache I had, my body aching from sleeping on a too small couch all night. Mixed with my current level of clear-headedness, this was not a good combination. The last real thought I remember was Jordan telling me something about sleeping...and something about Bug calling. Then it all slipped into a dream at that point.
***Garret's dream***
I heard someone yelling something at me. I was standing outside on the roof of the morgue, looking out at the skyline of Boston, the sun just setting. I turned, to see Lily peeking her head out the door and smiling at me.
"Garret?! You awake?!"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking. What do you want?"
"The Plaza's on line three for you. They want you to assist in some drug raid on a suspected heroin dealer's house."
"Me?!" Why the hell would they want me to assist?
"Something about a body ID. They're at the house now. They said to get your ass down there pronto."
"Alright, I'm on my way." I turned back to look at the skyline, but I suddenly found myself standing in front of a burning building, surrounded by police and fire officials.
"Macy! We need your help now!" The police chief came running over to me.
"What?! I'm here, but I don't even know why." I glared up at him.
"We've got a problem. Detective Hoyt and the suspect are down in the basement of that building." He motioned towards the house behind him. "We have a feeling that they are both dead. We need you to go in with City Fire and get the bodies out now."
"Now?! The thing's still on fire!"
"I know, but we need those bodies for DNA testing and anaylsis. They can't get burnt."
"What do you need to DNA test?" I looked over at the building.
"We have suspicions that Detective Hoyt was actually involved in a heroin smuggling ring, and we need to run some basic drug diagnostic testing on him."
"Woody?! You have got to be kidding me. He's never seemed like he was on..."
"I know, but sometimes we don't always see to the bottom of the truth Garret." With that, the chief turned and walked away from me, and I was then standing in front of the door to the burning building.
"Are you ready to move in, Dr. Macy?" I looked up to see a fireman staring at me, clutching an axe to his chest.
"Yeah, I guess so." I stepped into the building, ducking to avoid the fallen beams from the roof of the house, and shading my eyes to get rid of the smoke that filled the entire room.
"The basement's down that way. We think the bodies are in there." Another fireman motioned down a rickey set of stairs that led down into a smoke filled hole under the house.
"You want me to go down there?" I almost started laughing at the firemen standing around the doorway.
One of them handed me a helmet. "Go. Get the bodies. Come out. Then you're done."
I took the helmet, then slowly desended the stairs into the smoke filled basement, where I noticed two dark figures lying on the floor. I noticed that the flames on the other side of the basement were growing larger by the second, so I bent down to ID the bodies and try and move them out of the basement.
I nearly had a heart attack when the one on the right grabbed at me.
"Garret..."
I swung around to come face to face with a very beaten and burned Woody clutching my arm. I froze, in complete shock. He can't be alive... I thought to myself. There was no way that he was even close to being alive...he was hurt too badly. I shoved him off me, which only made him clutch onto my arm again, but tighter.
"Get me out of here...please..."
I felt my heart rate jump up about 50 beats. I could hear my breathing increase, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system. He was dead. I knew that. But he was here.
He drew his pistol and shoved it into my hand. He locked eyes with me, and without saying a word, stepped back. I knew what he wanted. He fell to the floor and cried out in pain, then looked up at me again. "Please...Garret...do it."
I shot my eyes down to the gun in my hands, then back at him. He was pleading...those brilliant blue eyes were staring straight at me...staring straight into me. I shook my head. "I can't Woody."
He reached for the gun weakly. "Then give it."
I handed it to him, and watched in horror as he raised it to his own head. He then looked up at me, and winced. "Tell Jordan...I'm sorry."
I shook my head at him. "Don't...Woody...not this..."
I saw a blinding flash, then heard the crack of a gunshot, and saw him slump on the floor, lifeless. I turned and ran for the stairs trying to get out, when I felt my body being shook by an unseen hand.
"Garret! What the hell is wrong?!"
***Out of the dream now***
"Wake up Garret!" I heard Jordan's voice, and felt her shaking my arm fiercely.
I opened my eyes to see her standing over me, her eyes watering with tears. "Jordan?"
"Oh God, Garret...you're alright." She instantly wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug.
I grabbed her in my arms. "What's wrong?"
"You were shaking...and crying..." She glanced at me nervously. "You alright?"
"I was having a nightmare...about..." I shut myself up. Don't say it Garret...not about what you dreamed...she'll freak out...
"About what?" She gently rubbed my back with one hand.
"About Abby. I just got scared I guess...I'm alright now..."
"You sure Garret?"
I glanced around at the others, who were still asleep on the couches around us. "Yeah I'm fine. I just got scared." I sat up weakly on the couch. "I guess that's what I get for getting drunk off my ass huh?"
She nodded. "A very good piece of ass at that." She offered me a weak smile, then motioned her head towards the door. "Breakfast? On me?"
I stood up slowly. "Fine. But you choose the place."
She winked at me. "I was planning on it. Let's go."
I grabbed my coat, glanced at the sleeping goup, then walked out of the door. Jordan scrawled a quick note that she left on the table by the door, and she quickly followed behind me.
"So...where you want to eat?" I glanced down at her.
TO BE CONTINUED:
((Kind of a weird chapter, but, who cares. I like writing bizarre stuff. THIS IS MAINLY GARRET'S DREAMS, AT LEAST IN THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.))
~~Garret~~ I felt myself slipping off into a restless sleep, my head pounding from the killer headache I had, my body aching from sleeping on a too small couch all night. Mixed with my current level of clear-headedness, this was not a good combination. The last real thought I remember was Jordan telling me something about sleeping...and something about Bug calling. Then it all slipped into a dream at that point.
***Garret's dream***
I heard someone yelling something at me. I was standing outside on the roof of the morgue, looking out at the skyline of Boston, the sun just setting. I turned, to see Lily peeking her head out the door and smiling at me.
"Garret?! You awake?!"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking. What do you want?"
"The Plaza's on line three for you. They want you to assist in some drug raid on a suspected heroin dealer's house."
"Me?!" Why the hell would they want me to assist?
"Something about a body ID. They're at the house now. They said to get your ass down there pronto."
"Alright, I'm on my way." I turned back to look at the skyline, but I suddenly found myself standing in front of a burning building, surrounded by police and fire officials.
"Macy! We need your help now!" The police chief came running over to me.
"What?! I'm here, but I don't even know why." I glared up at him.
"We've got a problem. Detective Hoyt and the suspect are down in the basement of that building." He motioned towards the house behind him. "We have a feeling that they are both dead. We need you to go in with City Fire and get the bodies out now."
"Now?! The thing's still on fire!"
"I know, but we need those bodies for DNA testing and anaylsis. They can't get burnt."
"What do you need to DNA test?" I looked over at the building.
"We have suspicions that Detective Hoyt was actually involved in a heroin smuggling ring, and we need to run some basic drug diagnostic testing on him."
"Woody?! You have got to be kidding me. He's never seemed like he was on..."
"I know, but sometimes we don't always see to the bottom of the truth Garret." With that, the chief turned and walked away from me, and I was then standing in front of the door to the burning building.
"Are you ready to move in, Dr. Macy?" I looked up to see a fireman staring at me, clutching an axe to his chest.
"Yeah, I guess so." I stepped into the building, ducking to avoid the fallen beams from the roof of the house, and shading my eyes to get rid of the smoke that filled the entire room.
"The basement's down that way. We think the bodies are in there." Another fireman motioned down a rickey set of stairs that led down into a smoke filled hole under the house.
"You want me to go down there?" I almost started laughing at the firemen standing around the doorway.
One of them handed me a helmet. "Go. Get the bodies. Come out. Then you're done."
I took the helmet, then slowly desended the stairs into the smoke filled basement, where I noticed two dark figures lying on the floor. I noticed that the flames on the other side of the basement were growing larger by the second, so I bent down to ID the bodies and try and move them out of the basement.
I nearly had a heart attack when the one on the right grabbed at me.
"Garret..."
I swung around to come face to face with a very beaten and burned Woody clutching my arm. I froze, in complete shock. He can't be alive... I thought to myself. There was no way that he was even close to being alive...he was hurt too badly. I shoved him off me, which only made him clutch onto my arm again, but tighter.
"Get me out of here...please..."
I felt my heart rate jump up about 50 beats. I could hear my breathing increase, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system. He was dead. I knew that. But he was here.
He drew his pistol and shoved it into my hand. He locked eyes with me, and without saying a word, stepped back. I knew what he wanted. He fell to the floor and cried out in pain, then looked up at me again. "Please...Garret...do it."
I shot my eyes down to the gun in my hands, then back at him. He was pleading...those brilliant blue eyes were staring straight at me...staring straight into me. I shook my head. "I can't Woody."
He reached for the gun weakly. "Then give it."
I handed it to him, and watched in horror as he raised it to his own head. He then looked up at me, and winced. "Tell Jordan...I'm sorry."
I shook my head at him. "Don't...Woody...not this..."
I saw a blinding flash, then heard the crack of a gunshot, and saw him slump on the floor, lifeless. I turned and ran for the stairs trying to get out, when I felt my body being shook by an unseen hand.
"Garret! What the hell is wrong?!"
***Out of the dream now***
"Wake up Garret!" I heard Jordan's voice, and felt her shaking my arm fiercely.
I opened my eyes to see her standing over me, her eyes watering with tears. "Jordan?"
"Oh God, Garret...you're alright." She instantly wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug.
I grabbed her in my arms. "What's wrong?"
"You were shaking...and crying..." She glanced at me nervously. "You alright?"
"I was having a nightmare...about..." I shut myself up. Don't say it Garret...not about what you dreamed...she'll freak out...
"About what?" She gently rubbed my back with one hand.
"About Abby. I just got scared I guess...I'm alright now..."
"You sure Garret?"
I glanced around at the others, who were still asleep on the couches around us. "Yeah I'm fine. I just got scared." I sat up weakly on the couch. "I guess that's what I get for getting drunk off my ass huh?"
She nodded. "A very good piece of ass at that." She offered me a weak smile, then motioned her head towards the door. "Breakfast? On me?"
I stood up slowly. "Fine. But you choose the place."
She winked at me. "I was planning on it. Let's go."
I grabbed my coat, glanced at the sleeping goup, then walked out of the door. Jordan scrawled a quick note that she left on the table by the door, and she quickly followed behind me.
"So...where you want to eat?" I glanced down at her.
TO BE CONTINUED: