Hey, sorry it took me so long to update, been having a bunch of tests this
weak, for all the grammar/spelling, I blame my computer for that one, and
the short chapters, I'll try and make them longer. Oh well, enjoy. And
thanks for all the reviews and advice, I'll try to use it, but I'm not
promising anything.
All disclaimers still apply, boo, hoo.
Chapter 3-First day blues
Jesse drove to his apartment, all the while thinking of different ways of staying hidden, but still be able to attend classes and go to work. He did feel kind off bad about lying to Dr. Sloan, but he had to do it. Hadn't really lost his schedule and greetings letter, he had torn them up and shredded them.
And the cop, he was just going to mess things up, now he was in even more trouble. They had warned him to stay away from the cops, and the Sloan's were famous, now what would he do?
Jesse parked his car got out, and silently pried that his family and the friendly co-workers didn't pay the price.
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Back at the hospital, the gang was sitting in the doctor's lounge, a cup of coffee in each pair of hands, all leaning to see the autopsy report.
" It's obvious that he died of sever head trauma." Said Amanda; even though she knew that here words fell on def ears. They had been poring over that file for the last hour, with only a few words to explain one thing or another to Steve.
Finally Steve sat up and stretched his sore muscles. He groaned at the prospect of solving a case with no clues and no suspect. And to add to that, the person was still a John Doe, 'this is so annoying' he thought to himself, 'it's the fifth one this week'.
" So, let me sum this up, you have had 15 murders, all the victims died of sever head trauma, all John Doe's, and all clueless?!" Asked Jack.
" Yep, that's pretty much it." Answered a now completely tired and irritated Steve.
" Hey, lets take our minds off the case for just a moment, shall we," chipped in Mark, who was all too familiar with his son's tone of voice.
" Yeah, and anyway, there's something about Jesse that just doesn't seem right," added Amanda.
" Like what?" asked Steve, happy to finally get his mind off the case.
" Like the way I found him this after noon." Stated Jack.
" And how's that?" came Marks intrigued voice from the couch.
" In the bathroom, practically hugging the toilet." Answered Jack, still trying to find out why he found the intern like that. Whatever he ate couldn't have been that bad, could it?
" He didn't eat the hospital food did he?" came Amanda's amused question as all eyes fell on Steve.
" What?" was the only mock-confused reply.
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Jesse slowly walked up the stairs to his apartment. He didn't feel right using the elevator, its not that he liked walking, it was the fact it might be rigged.
He fidgeted slightly with his keys until he found the right one, and pushed it into the keyhole. Slowly opening the door he peeked in. 'Good, nothings out of order, and no bombs.'
Entering the house with a bit more caution, he found a note on the table.
Hey Travis, we know were you live, and you've been talking to the cops, bad idea Travis, you've got life's on the line.
Jesse shuddered and started taking the note over to the shredder when something else fell out. He picked it up and his jaw dropped. They were pictures of his parents, a few cousins, and the three doctors with the cop that he meat today. Another cold chill raced up Jesse's spine, ' they knew everything!' was his only thought as he raced to the shredder and watched the papers turn into tiny strips.
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Steve looked at the file he was holding and ran his hand over his face. He was sitting in one of the chairs in Marks office and kept getting distracted with all the little toys and whatever else that stuff was.
" Dad, let me ask you two things," asked Steve, slightly agitated again.
" Sure,"
" One, do you really need all this stuff, and two, don't you require for the students and staff to put their living quarters in here?" He was looking over Jesse's resume, he was like the perfect human, but it didn't say where he lived.
" To answer your first question Steve, your dad doesn't need it for his job, but it has sentimental value. As for the second question, no they don't need to put it in, that's optional." Came Jack's reply as he entered the room holding yet another file. Steve groaned, but then he saw how thin it was and wondered why it was even here.
" I got those files you wanted Mark,"
" Oh, a thanks Jack, um, where's Amanda?" Asked Mark, who wanted Amanda present as they looked over the file.
" There was a car pileup, she's up to her head with work." Answered Jack, taking a seat in Marks chair.
" Well then, I guess we'll have to start without here, now lets see," Mark opened the file to find only one sheet of paper.
" Jack, is this it? There has to be more!" Came Marks astonished voice.
" Yep, said he couldn't get anymore if I wanted to keep it legit"
" Jack, were exactly did you get this?" said Steve, who was getting slightly suspicious.
" Hey, you have your family I have mine," was the only stern reply from Jack as he leaned back into the chair.
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Jesse stood in his living room staring at nothing in particular. This was such a mess, if only he hadn't met that Stewart guy, it would all be fine. Now he could only think of what they would do to him, or worse, what they would do to his family.
'Maybe I can fix this, but how? They know where I live, where I work. But were are they getting their information, they couldn't have gotten it legally, could they?'
Jesse jumped a mile when he heard a tap on the door. He could feel his pulse rising and then slowing down as he heard the voice from the other side.
" Hey Jesse, open up, I know your in there, I just want to ask you something," came the landlords worried voice.
" I'm coming." Answered Jesse as his heart rate lowered to a steady beat.
He slowly opened the door to see a professionally dressed woman. She might have been in her sixties, but she was probably the most on task and friendly person Jesse knew at the moment, and that helped, even if it was just for moral support.
" Hi, come in, um, I've got the rent money right here, um, let me go get it." Stated, not sure about what else to say.
" I'm not here about that, look, I didn't ask before, but I'm going to ask now. Jesse, why don't you want your name and address in the phone book? Your always here, why don't you go out somewhere, bring a girl home?"
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn't lie, but he couldn't tell her the truth either. Jesse started staring at the floor again, trying to think of something to say.
" Ok, you don't have to tell me now, but please, get whatever it is that's bothering you off your chest, even if its not to me," she started to leave when she turned and said, " and I do want that rent money."
Jesse picked it up off the kitchen counter and gave her the envelope, " Happy Birthday Ms. Meyer." Jesse said with a smile.
Her face lit up, none of her residence ever remembered her birthday, it was a nice feeling, " Thank you Jesse, have a nice day." She turned and left the apartment, leaving Jesse alone to think.
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" So, Jesse's been living in LA for about a month now right?" asked Amanda as they walked out of pathology about seven hours later.
" Mhm, we got some more information from the police station after we read over what Jack brought from his anonymous source." Stated Mark. " He has no criminal record whatsoever, and like Steve said before, he's like the perfect human. Straight A's, he graduated top of class in high school and collage, he even saved a life or two before med school."
" So what do you think is bothering him?" asked Amanda.
" Honey, I truly have no idea. Now on a just as irritating note, the serial killer we're dealing with."
" Hm, Mark, as I told you earlier, nothing unusual came out of the autopsy, no clues, nothing."
" I know," said Mark as the two walked into the doctor's lounge, just to be greeted by two more glum faces.
All disclaimers still apply, boo, hoo.
Chapter 3-First day blues
Jesse drove to his apartment, all the while thinking of different ways of staying hidden, but still be able to attend classes and go to work. He did feel kind off bad about lying to Dr. Sloan, but he had to do it. Hadn't really lost his schedule and greetings letter, he had torn them up and shredded them.
And the cop, he was just going to mess things up, now he was in even more trouble. They had warned him to stay away from the cops, and the Sloan's were famous, now what would he do?
Jesse parked his car got out, and silently pried that his family and the friendly co-workers didn't pay the price.
************************************************************************
Back at the hospital, the gang was sitting in the doctor's lounge, a cup of coffee in each pair of hands, all leaning to see the autopsy report.
" It's obvious that he died of sever head trauma." Said Amanda; even though she knew that here words fell on def ears. They had been poring over that file for the last hour, with only a few words to explain one thing or another to Steve.
Finally Steve sat up and stretched his sore muscles. He groaned at the prospect of solving a case with no clues and no suspect. And to add to that, the person was still a John Doe, 'this is so annoying' he thought to himself, 'it's the fifth one this week'.
" So, let me sum this up, you have had 15 murders, all the victims died of sever head trauma, all John Doe's, and all clueless?!" Asked Jack.
" Yep, that's pretty much it." Answered a now completely tired and irritated Steve.
" Hey, lets take our minds off the case for just a moment, shall we," chipped in Mark, who was all too familiar with his son's tone of voice.
" Yeah, and anyway, there's something about Jesse that just doesn't seem right," added Amanda.
" Like what?" asked Steve, happy to finally get his mind off the case.
" Like the way I found him this after noon." Stated Jack.
" And how's that?" came Marks intrigued voice from the couch.
" In the bathroom, practically hugging the toilet." Answered Jack, still trying to find out why he found the intern like that. Whatever he ate couldn't have been that bad, could it?
" He didn't eat the hospital food did he?" came Amanda's amused question as all eyes fell on Steve.
" What?" was the only mock-confused reply.
************************************************************************
Jesse slowly walked up the stairs to his apartment. He didn't feel right using the elevator, its not that he liked walking, it was the fact it might be rigged.
He fidgeted slightly with his keys until he found the right one, and pushed it into the keyhole. Slowly opening the door he peeked in. 'Good, nothings out of order, and no bombs.'
Entering the house with a bit more caution, he found a note on the table.
Hey Travis, we know were you live, and you've been talking to the cops, bad idea Travis, you've got life's on the line.
Jesse shuddered and started taking the note over to the shredder when something else fell out. He picked it up and his jaw dropped. They were pictures of his parents, a few cousins, and the three doctors with the cop that he meat today. Another cold chill raced up Jesse's spine, ' they knew everything!' was his only thought as he raced to the shredder and watched the papers turn into tiny strips.
************************************************************************
Steve looked at the file he was holding and ran his hand over his face. He was sitting in one of the chairs in Marks office and kept getting distracted with all the little toys and whatever else that stuff was.
" Dad, let me ask you two things," asked Steve, slightly agitated again.
" Sure,"
" One, do you really need all this stuff, and two, don't you require for the students and staff to put their living quarters in here?" He was looking over Jesse's resume, he was like the perfect human, but it didn't say where he lived.
" To answer your first question Steve, your dad doesn't need it for his job, but it has sentimental value. As for the second question, no they don't need to put it in, that's optional." Came Jack's reply as he entered the room holding yet another file. Steve groaned, but then he saw how thin it was and wondered why it was even here.
" I got those files you wanted Mark,"
" Oh, a thanks Jack, um, where's Amanda?" Asked Mark, who wanted Amanda present as they looked over the file.
" There was a car pileup, she's up to her head with work." Answered Jack, taking a seat in Marks chair.
" Well then, I guess we'll have to start without here, now lets see," Mark opened the file to find only one sheet of paper.
" Jack, is this it? There has to be more!" Came Marks astonished voice.
" Yep, said he couldn't get anymore if I wanted to keep it legit"
" Jack, were exactly did you get this?" said Steve, who was getting slightly suspicious.
" Hey, you have your family I have mine," was the only stern reply from Jack as he leaned back into the chair.
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Jesse stood in his living room staring at nothing in particular. This was such a mess, if only he hadn't met that Stewart guy, it would all be fine. Now he could only think of what they would do to him, or worse, what they would do to his family.
'Maybe I can fix this, but how? They know where I live, where I work. But were are they getting their information, they couldn't have gotten it legally, could they?'
Jesse jumped a mile when he heard a tap on the door. He could feel his pulse rising and then slowing down as he heard the voice from the other side.
" Hey Jesse, open up, I know your in there, I just want to ask you something," came the landlords worried voice.
" I'm coming." Answered Jesse as his heart rate lowered to a steady beat.
He slowly opened the door to see a professionally dressed woman. She might have been in her sixties, but she was probably the most on task and friendly person Jesse knew at the moment, and that helped, even if it was just for moral support.
" Hi, come in, um, I've got the rent money right here, um, let me go get it." Stated, not sure about what else to say.
" I'm not here about that, look, I didn't ask before, but I'm going to ask now. Jesse, why don't you want your name and address in the phone book? Your always here, why don't you go out somewhere, bring a girl home?"
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn't lie, but he couldn't tell her the truth either. Jesse started staring at the floor again, trying to think of something to say.
" Ok, you don't have to tell me now, but please, get whatever it is that's bothering you off your chest, even if its not to me," she started to leave when she turned and said, " and I do want that rent money."
Jesse picked it up off the kitchen counter and gave her the envelope, " Happy Birthday Ms. Meyer." Jesse said with a smile.
Her face lit up, none of her residence ever remembered her birthday, it was a nice feeling, " Thank you Jesse, have a nice day." She turned and left the apartment, leaving Jesse alone to think.
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" So, Jesse's been living in LA for about a month now right?" asked Amanda as they walked out of pathology about seven hours later.
" Mhm, we got some more information from the police station after we read over what Jack brought from his anonymous source." Stated Mark. " He has no criminal record whatsoever, and like Steve said before, he's like the perfect human. Straight A's, he graduated top of class in high school and collage, he even saved a life or two before med school."
" So what do you think is bothering him?" asked Amanda.
" Honey, I truly have no idea. Now on a just as irritating note, the serial killer we're dealing with."
" Hm, Mark, as I told you earlier, nothing unusual came out of the autopsy, no clues, nothing."
" I know," said Mark as the two walked into the doctor's lounge, just to be greeted by two more glum faces.