A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the understanding that I had to change a
lot here, so as a result it may not be as good. Thanks to everyone for
reviewing. I kind of came to a mental block and thanks to the many who
continued to read I pushed through! Thanks! Thanks for the suggestions too.
Big help. Here is Chapter 2 of 24 Hours!
CHAPTER 2
::Rewind:: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Help me!" Davis's raspy voice whispered.
Everything started swooshing back. Images, thoughts, sounds. Tru shot up out of bed and looked at the clock. It was morning. The morning before. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tru had gotten ready as quick as she could. She had called Davis' cell phone twice and the Morgue. She couldn't find him. She was walking down the main drag when she saw Lindsay walking. She had totally forgotten she promised her to have breakfast that morning. Lindsay spotted Tru and came running over.
"Hey where were you? Please don't tell me you had to be at the morgue again last night."
"Something like that." Tru smiled.
"So we can still catch some breakfast if you want." She was looking back at the restaurant they were supposed to be at.
"Listen Linds I'm really sorry, but I've gotta do this thing and I am just so busy. We can do it tomorrow right? I'm so sorry."
"Yeah that's fine Tru. You go off and do what you have to do." She sounded kind of disappointed.
"I WILL make it up to you. Thanks Linds you're the best." Tru hurried off towards the Morgue.
She rushed through the front doors and down the stairs. She looked through the glass and saw the girl who had been brought in before, but she was alive. She was looking around like she was searching for something.
Tru opened the door to the office.
"Hi can I help you with something?" Tru asked and the woman jumped like she had been frightened.
"Oh hello I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was here. You gave me quite a scare." She held her hand to her chest for a second catching her breath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Tru was suspicious. Why was this woman down her searching around the office?
"Well, I should be going. Wow look at the time. I guess I didn't realize how long I'd been down here. The morgue is pretty quiet." She nervously laughed. She began to walk to the door and Tru turned to watch her go.
"Wait, what's your name?" Tru asked.
The woman paused and almost looked like she had to think about it. "My name is ......Tara Mcdonald"
Tru smiled slightly. "Okay...well was there anything you needed?"
"No...I'm fine just looking for something. My best friend was brought in here a week ago and I left my makeup bag somewhere in this office."
"Oh, I'm sorry. So I guess you met Davis."
"Davis?"
"Yeah when you're friend was brought in."
"Oh yes, of course Davis. Well it was nice to meet you..." she looked on at Tru.
"Tru."
"Okay, well nice to meet you Tru, but I must really be going." She walked away.
Tru walked to her desk and found a stack of clean post its, but there was an indented phone number. Someone had written the number and pressed down hard on the previous post it. What was Tara doing there?
***30 mins later***
Tru paced around the morgue calling Davis constantly. He wasn't picking up. She looked up his address and wrote it down. She ran out of the Morgue up onto the street.
She walked to an apartment building. She rang the buzzer, but there was no answer. What if something happened? Thoughts rushed through her mind. She remembered the day before...
++"Sure......Davis. You okay?" She noticed his all to focused face.
"Yeah......just tired."++
An elderly lady came out of the building and Tru grabbed the door. She rushed up the steps. She flew down a few halls scanning the door numbers. She reached his and knocked. No one answered so she knocked yet again. A man opened the door behind her.
"You looking for Davis?" he looked like a young college kid.
"Yeah... you know where he is?" Tru asked while the guy smiled flirtatiously.
"He said something about a doctors thing then work."
"Great! Thanks." She started to walk off.
"Hey I didn't catch your name." He smiled again.
"I didn't give it." She left him in the hall as she ran back to the street.
********************************************************************* Tru had been running all over town. She had tried his cell phone over a dozen times. She went to his doctor's office.
She walked up to the front desk.
"Hi can I help you?" Tru looked down at the smiling receptionist.
"sure... I'm looking for a patient of Dr. Renolds...Davis."
"First name or last?"
"Uh..." Tru had to think. She didn't know.
"I'm not sure..." the receptionist gave her an awkward look. "see I work with him and I needed him because we work emergency and I was told he could be here. I just wanted to see if he was still here." Tru smiled.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but unless you know his first or last name I can't help you." Suddenly the chipper woman had become annoyed.
Tru walked away. She scanned the floor, but couldn't see anyone who even resembled Davis. She took a cab back to the morgue. She walked down the corrider and walked into the main room. Quiet as usual. She was starting to get worried something had happened to Davis already. She heard the doors swing open and closed and Davis walked in with a tray of coffee. He put it down. Tru ran over to him. She hugged him. He was confused.
"Tru...?" she hugged him tighter. "Davis..."
she moved away. "Tru what's going on?"
"It happened again."
"Oh, rewind day?"
"yeah."
"so who was it this time?"
Tru thought about telling him, but she couldn't. It would just make him more freaked out.
"A girl. She um was actually in here this morning looking for something."
"she give her name?"
"yeah...um Tara, but I'm not sure it's real. The woman was kind of jumpy. She said she was looking for her makeup bag, she said she left it here last week when her friend was brought in last week.
"sounds plausible... okay lets start with basic info. The woman was in her?"
"thirties I'd say."
"okay thirtiyish female..."
"brown hair, brown eyes, and said her name was Tara Mcdonald."
Davis typed on his computer and pulled up something. "there was a Barbara Mcdonald dropped in here last week. Maybe they're sisters?"
"maybe... what's the address?"
Tru took it down on a note and started to walk out, but turned back around.
"Davis"
"yeah Tru?"
she thought about telling him again. "be careful..."
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Tru walked up to a "all American home" with shutters and a picket fence. She knocked. A small girl answered the door. "Hi" Tru smiled, "Is your mom or dad home?" "Mom!" the girl yelled and an older woman came to the door.
"Hello can I help you?"
"yes actually I'm from the city morgue. I realize this is kind of rude, but we need you to come down and sign some release forms for your daughter, barbara's body." The woman's face turned red. "Is this a joke?"
"what? Oh no ma'am it's just we need you sign some papers."
"My daughter isn't dead."
"what?"
"Barbara. She's the one who answered the door."
"But a body came in a week ago with refrences to this address."
"I don't know who that woman was, but she was not my daughter."
TBC:::
CHAPTER 2
::Rewind:: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Help me!" Davis's raspy voice whispered.
Everything started swooshing back. Images, thoughts, sounds. Tru shot up out of bed and looked at the clock. It was morning. The morning before. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tru had gotten ready as quick as she could. She had called Davis' cell phone twice and the Morgue. She couldn't find him. She was walking down the main drag when she saw Lindsay walking. She had totally forgotten she promised her to have breakfast that morning. Lindsay spotted Tru and came running over.
"Hey where were you? Please don't tell me you had to be at the morgue again last night."
"Something like that." Tru smiled.
"So we can still catch some breakfast if you want." She was looking back at the restaurant they were supposed to be at.
"Listen Linds I'm really sorry, but I've gotta do this thing and I am just so busy. We can do it tomorrow right? I'm so sorry."
"Yeah that's fine Tru. You go off and do what you have to do." She sounded kind of disappointed.
"I WILL make it up to you. Thanks Linds you're the best." Tru hurried off towards the Morgue.
She rushed through the front doors and down the stairs. She looked through the glass and saw the girl who had been brought in before, but she was alive. She was looking around like she was searching for something.
Tru opened the door to the office.
"Hi can I help you with something?" Tru asked and the woman jumped like she had been frightened.
"Oh hello I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was here. You gave me quite a scare." She held her hand to her chest for a second catching her breath.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Tru was suspicious. Why was this woman down her searching around the office?
"Well, I should be going. Wow look at the time. I guess I didn't realize how long I'd been down here. The morgue is pretty quiet." She nervously laughed. She began to walk to the door and Tru turned to watch her go.
"Wait, what's your name?" Tru asked.
The woman paused and almost looked like she had to think about it. "My name is ......Tara Mcdonald"
Tru smiled slightly. "Okay...well was there anything you needed?"
"No...I'm fine just looking for something. My best friend was brought in here a week ago and I left my makeup bag somewhere in this office."
"Oh, I'm sorry. So I guess you met Davis."
"Davis?"
"Yeah when you're friend was brought in."
"Oh yes, of course Davis. Well it was nice to meet you..." she looked on at Tru.
"Tru."
"Okay, well nice to meet you Tru, but I must really be going." She walked away.
Tru walked to her desk and found a stack of clean post its, but there was an indented phone number. Someone had written the number and pressed down hard on the previous post it. What was Tara doing there?
***30 mins later***
Tru paced around the morgue calling Davis constantly. He wasn't picking up. She looked up his address and wrote it down. She ran out of the Morgue up onto the street.
She walked to an apartment building. She rang the buzzer, but there was no answer. What if something happened? Thoughts rushed through her mind. She remembered the day before...
++"Sure......Davis. You okay?" She noticed his all to focused face.
"Yeah......just tired."++
An elderly lady came out of the building and Tru grabbed the door. She rushed up the steps. She flew down a few halls scanning the door numbers. She reached his and knocked. No one answered so she knocked yet again. A man opened the door behind her.
"You looking for Davis?" he looked like a young college kid.
"Yeah... you know where he is?" Tru asked while the guy smiled flirtatiously.
"He said something about a doctors thing then work."
"Great! Thanks." She started to walk off.
"Hey I didn't catch your name." He smiled again.
"I didn't give it." She left him in the hall as she ran back to the street.
********************************************************************* Tru had been running all over town. She had tried his cell phone over a dozen times. She went to his doctor's office.
She walked up to the front desk.
"Hi can I help you?" Tru looked down at the smiling receptionist.
"sure... I'm looking for a patient of Dr. Renolds...Davis."
"First name or last?"
"Uh..." Tru had to think. She didn't know.
"I'm not sure..." the receptionist gave her an awkward look. "see I work with him and I needed him because we work emergency and I was told he could be here. I just wanted to see if he was still here." Tru smiled.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but unless you know his first or last name I can't help you." Suddenly the chipper woman had become annoyed.
Tru walked away. She scanned the floor, but couldn't see anyone who even resembled Davis. She took a cab back to the morgue. She walked down the corrider and walked into the main room. Quiet as usual. She was starting to get worried something had happened to Davis already. She heard the doors swing open and closed and Davis walked in with a tray of coffee. He put it down. Tru ran over to him. She hugged him. He was confused.
"Tru...?" she hugged him tighter. "Davis..."
she moved away. "Tru what's going on?"
"It happened again."
"Oh, rewind day?"
"yeah."
"so who was it this time?"
Tru thought about telling him, but she couldn't. It would just make him more freaked out.
"A girl. She um was actually in here this morning looking for something."
"she give her name?"
"yeah...um Tara, but I'm not sure it's real. The woman was kind of jumpy. She said she was looking for her makeup bag, she said she left it here last week when her friend was brought in last week.
"sounds plausible... okay lets start with basic info. The woman was in her?"
"thirties I'd say."
"okay thirtiyish female..."
"brown hair, brown eyes, and said her name was Tara Mcdonald."
Davis typed on his computer and pulled up something. "there was a Barbara Mcdonald dropped in here last week. Maybe they're sisters?"
"maybe... what's the address?"
Tru took it down on a note and started to walk out, but turned back around.
"Davis"
"yeah Tru?"
she thought about telling him again. "be careful..."
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Tru walked up to a "all American home" with shutters and a picket fence. She knocked. A small girl answered the door. "Hi" Tru smiled, "Is your mom or dad home?" "Mom!" the girl yelled and an older woman came to the door.
"Hello can I help you?"
"yes actually I'm from the city morgue. I realize this is kind of rude, but we need you to come down and sign some release forms for your daughter, barbara's body." The woman's face turned red. "Is this a joke?"
"what? Oh no ma'am it's just we need you sign some papers."
"My daughter isn't dead."
"what?"
"Barbara. She's the one who answered the door."
"But a body came in a week ago with refrences to this address."
"I don't know who that woman was, but she was not my daughter."
TBC:::