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Abby heard the door creak open, she heard him come close her to her, and felt him press his fingers against her neck, checking her pulse. Somehow, Abby, was able to control her heart rate, and therefore had convinced him that she was still asleep. "I need to watch how much I dose you with huh baby doll?" she heard him say to her, as he squeezed her hand. She wanted to pull her hand away, stop him from touching her, but that would let him know that she was awake, the last thing she wanted. She concentrated more on her breathing, when she felt the bed dip down with the her kidnappers' weight now on top of it. "I cant wait until you wake up Abby, we're going to have a wonderful life together! We'll be together forever, just you and me." suddenly Abby heard the ringing of a cell phone, her hand was released and the bed once again rose.
"Hello. Oh hey man, what's up?" Abby waited until she was sure that he had left the room. Whoever had called, had possibly saved her. It was getting harder and harder to control her breathing, when the phone rang, and distracted him from her. She kept her eyes closed for a while longer, listening intently for any movement in the room, she was afraid that this might be a trap, that he might actually be still in the room. That he had somehow known that she was awake, and was just waiting for her to screw up. Finally she gathered up the courage to open her eyes.
The room was lit with a tiny lamp, the only light in the tiny, cramped room. Her muscles protested as she struggled to sit up, she had no idea how long she had been here, how long she had been unconscious. The only furniture in the room, was the bed, and the nightstand next to it. She involuntarily shivered, the air was to cold for her liking. Abby pulled the comforter closer around her, the scrubs and lab coat she somehow still had on, was providing little protection against the chill, but quickly threw it to the floor. The comforter was his, she refused to use anything of his, even if it made her freeze to death. It like her kidnapper, smelt like lemon.
Once she was satisfied that most of the drugs in her body were no longer as affective, she put her feet to the ground, and slowly stood up, this time she was able to maintain her balance. Like the muscles in her back, the ones in her legs ached just as bad. There was no point in moving around the room, except to actually move, to get blood circulating in her sore body once again.
The drug had worn off enough to actually allow Abby to think about her current situation clearly. When she had woken up the first time, her mind was to foggy from whatever she had been drugged with to fully comprehend what was going on. She knew that she had been taken against her will, that she was in trouble, and that she had to try and escape. But the true horror of the current circumstances had eluded her, until now. Now she was fully aware, aware enough to know just whose hands she had probably fallen into. Her mind went even further, if at all possible, into panic mode. She, like the rest of the country, had seen the news reports, witnessed the massive man hunt that was taking place, but Abby never imagined that the person that they were looking for, would target her.
Jake slowly trudged his way back into the ER. The ambulance bay had been blocked off by the police to protect the employees from the massive group of media that had gathered. He looked around, a small shrine had already started to grow. Flowers, cards, balloons and stuffed animals were taking up space against one of the barriers. It was if the public also knew exactly who had kidnapped Dr. Lockhart, even though the FBI had not confirmed it yet. Jake turned around to look once again at the media, he saw all the major stations, CNN, FOX, MSNBC, and then the local news channels. Abby had been missing for just over ten hours now, and already she was the focus of the nations attention. Abby and focus of attention just didn't go together, she hated being the center of attention, this was probably no different.
"Excuse me," he raised his gaze only to see a reporter holding a microphone to him, "are you Dr. Scanlon?" Jake nodded his head, but said nothing. "Are you currently dating Dr. Lockhart?" the questions came flying at him now from various directions. "Who do you think did this?" Jake didn't know what to do, Fisher had told them not to talk to the media, but they were hounding him with questions. Jake looked up into one of the cameras and suddenly felt the urge just to talk. He cleared his voice before beginning.
"Please, just don't hurt her. Just give her back!" he was making an emotional plea now for his girlfriends life. As many people do when they too are facing the same situation Jake was. "Abby don't give up, we're doing everything we can." and then he turned back around and headed into the ER and into the privacy of the lounge. It was anything but private as the agents sifted through the contents of Abby's locker. Jake looked at the agents, eight of them, inspecting her things now strewn across the floor, a wallet, a cell phone, a stethoscope, an item would be picked up, inspected, then tossed aside as though it were of no importance, yet it held so much to Abby, they were her things! Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kerry and Susan watching on as well.
"What the hell are you doing?" he screamed at them, causing everyone causing to turn around.
"Jake, they have to, they're just looking for clues." Susan's voice was caring, compassionate yet scared at the same time.
"Well they're not going to find them in her locker! She didn't disappear from her locker, he took her out of this hospital from exam three. GO LOOK THERE!" he was letting emotion take the best of him now, didn't care what anyone thought anymore.
"JAKE, KNOCK IT OFF!" Kerry stepped up, taking charge. "We are all worried about Abby, okay all of us! Its not like they aren't looking, they are trying, give them that. Get your head out of your ass, quit yelling at them, and help!"
"Fine, what do you want me to do Agent Fisher?" The agent just rolled his eyes as the continued to work not paying any attention to the doctor. This was the typical reaction he got from the loved ones of victims, he had learned not to take it personally.
"Mr. Scanlon, would you mind coming with me?" a female agent that Jake had never seen, had walked up to him, "I'm going back to the crime scene, maybe we could find something" she led him out the lounge and down the hallway. "I'm Agent Jennings," for the first time since Abby had disappeared, Jake felt as if somebody was actually interested in finding Abby, not just wasting time at the hospital. He looked up at her. She reminded him a lot of Abby, her brown hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she was rather short. "Can you tell me what Dr. Lockhart was wearing when you last saw her." of course the FBI had already received this information but Jennings was trying to help calm him down. She had found that it was better to keep the victims friends and families talking about the person, about their disappearance, rather just to ignore them, except for the pertinent information that the investigators would need. Sadly, this was exactly what Jennings had witness Fisher doing.
"Green scrubs, her lab coat," he said as they walked into the exam room, ducking underneath the yellow police tape. He recalled the last time he saw Abby, how he had literately pushed her into the bed. She had yelled at him, saying that she didn't need the sleep, but it was apparent she did. He had gently tucked the blankets around her, and rubbed her back, knowing full well how to calm her down.
"Was she wearing any kind of jewelry?" Jennings voice interrupted his memory.
"She had a silver watch on, that's it. Abby is simple, all she needed was her watch. Its silver, has congratulations on the back, engraved on the back, I gave it to her a little over a month ago, it was a late graduation present" he paused "Agent Jennings, do you think.."
"What I think doesn't matter, I'm here to help find Dr. Lockhart alive and well." She got down on her knees next to they gurney, pulled out her flashlight and looked underneath the bed. It was if she knew exactly where she could find the next critical piece of evidence. "Well, what do we have here?" she pulled something out. "Well Mr. Strangler, looks like you might have just slipped up," Jake looked down at what she was holding.
"That's a piece of glass Agent Jennings."
"That it is, but its something now isn't?" she stood back up and walked into the busy hallway.
"I don't understand?" they were heading back to the lounge now.
"Glass can come from anywhere, especially a broken medicine bottle, if we know what he used to get her out of here, we can get a lot of information from this piece of glass." they entered the lounge, still the same thing as when they had left. "Excuse me Agent Fisher, I believe we might have something," Jennings walked over to her boss and showed him the piece of glass. Fisher immediately turned to two other agents in the room, his face suddenly had the expression that would kill. He was pissed, and everyone in the room could sense it, without him having to say a word.
"How did you miss this?" he held the evidence up, as the other agents stared at it. "This could be a major piece of evidence, this could help us find her, and you just looked it over?" two agents bowed their heads, the two who had combed the room for such things, knowing they had messed up big time. "We have a life on the line, I'm sure Dr. Lockhart doesn't appreciate the FBI just glancing over something that could potentially save her life, what do you think?" Fisher had complexly forgotten about the doctors in the room, he was to busy reaming the irresponsible agents. "This is the FBI, if your going to make mistakes like this, go join the Chicago PD. Now get your asses back into that room, and find where this piece of glass came from," the two agents ran from the room as Fisher turned back to Jennings, "get this down to the lab ASAP, make sure they get it done first, this is top priority." he handed the glass back to her, and she also left the room. Then Fisher turned back to Jake.
"Mr. Scanlon, I promise you that I will find her, and the son of a bitch that took her. Dr. Lockhart will not become his next murder victim." Jake looked at him, what had come over Agent Fisher. He seemed to be able to read what Jake was thinking. "Dr. Lockhart is a fabulous physician, she treated my daughter after she came in from a car accident. I told her then, that I owed her my life for saving my daughter. I promise you that we will do everything within our powers to ensure the safe return of Dr. Lockhart." Jake nodded Fisher might be an ass, but it wasn't his job to be nice to people, his job was to find them.
As the day went by, Fisher continued about his work in the ER, setting up a command post in the lounge. The ER staff tried to continue on about their work, but it seemed hopeless. The waiting room was packed, after hearing news about Abby's disappearance it had seemed that every sick person decided to come to County, not caring about the wait they would face, they just wanted to be in the middle of the biggest story in the nation right then. Jake had walked back into the lounge when Fisher's cell phone rang.
"Fisher," he answered. "Okay, yeah, no lets not mention that to the media yet, okay see you soon" he turned his attention back to Jake. "Haldol, that's how he drugged her." the crime lab had analyzed the broken piece of glass as soon as Jennings and brought it there. But it had still taken all day.
"But if he used Haldol, he would have had to have access to it," the idea of Abby being drugged with a medication that she had been around all her life, the drug that had been used to keep her mother cooperative, was now being used on Abby herself. But not because Abby had a mental illness, but because someone with a mental illness had decided himself that Haldol would be an affective drug to knock someone unconscious, whoever had kidnapped Abby had been right on the money. Jake didn't think that he would ever be able to prescribe Haldol again.
"Which means, he could be working in a hospital, hellit could be County." the color from Jake's face drained. Was it possible that he had come face to face with Abby's kidnapper and never known it?
