Thanks for the reviews I got. Hope you enjoy this chapter even more with the last on. Again, I have to thank Britt-Angel for reviewing my story, and if there are any mistakes, they are my fault. Oh, I know I said that flames are okey, but I changed my mind. Please, no more flames, if you see that I gave bad s/g, just don't say anything, 'cause I already know. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 6- Answers
Steve stepped out of the elevator on his way to his dad's office, just in time to have a stretcher zoom by with Jesse running along side it, yelling out orders and at the same time making quick checks on the patient. Steve followed them to the trauma room where he stopped and looked through the window. Jesse was still next to the patient, who was now off the stretcher and on the trauma room exam/treatment table. He could see that Jesse was handling everything with great skill, agility, and speed. Stepping away from the glass, Steve continued his journey to his dad's office.
When he finally got there, he could tell that Jack, Amanda, and Norman were in the room with his father. He opened the door to find Norman as red as a tomato and Jack and Amanda looking very annoyed.
"What's up?" Asked Steve as he closed the door.
"Dr. Travis, that's what. I want him out of my hospital!" Yelled Norman.
"What? Why?" Steve was now confused and a little unhappy.
"This is the same man who said, and I quote ' we need Travis to be a good, no, great hospital. He is the best I've ever seen! You all need to be more like him! He will bring this hospital's ER to the top, maybe even to the press!'" Said Jack, who was leaning against Marks desk, arms crossed over his chest.
"Norman, he's a great doctor." persisted Amanda.
"Oh, yeah, then why did his patient die of an injection of ketamin. How that got in my hospital, I don't know." Norman gave Mark a cold look, "Mark, you're his mentor, YOU should be looking out for him and everything he does."
"Norman, if it hadn't been for Jesse, that man would have been dead before that, long before that." Said Mark, who was getting annoyed of Norman.
"Fine!" Norman took a deep breath before continuing. "Fine, but keep an eye on him, all of you." With that, Norman stormed out of the room.
Mark sighed and look up at Steve, " So, do you have any good news for us, because, as you can tell, we don't."
"Well, I just saw Jesse, and he's got a new patient. Looks like he's handling everything well, but, that's just from my point of view. As for news on the case, we still didn't come up with anything."
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"He's haemorrhaging doctor!" screamed a nurse who was standing by the heart monitor.
"Ok, bag him!" Jesse waited impatiently for a second while another nurse brought the equipment. " Defibrillators, one, two, three, CLEAR!" The man's body jerked violently, but thankfully, they got his normal pulse rate back. Jesse sighed with relief before continuing on with his task. " Call the OR and tell them to get ready." Said Jesse, as he watch his co-workers wheel the patient away, before following them into the elevator.
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Mark waited patiently in the OR, wanting to assist in his students work and at the same time, be able to see exactly how he worked. Jack stood beside him, also prepped and ready. They were both surprised to see Jesse as the doctor in charge instead of Dr. Smith, who was more experienced. Instead, Dr. Smith was next to Jesse and listening to his instructions.
Within a few minutes, everyone was working hard to get the patient back in order. Mark listened intently to Jesse, who not even for a minute seemed to get nervous or unsure of himself, or, at least that's what Mark thought. But it was the total opposite, throughout the entire operation, Jesse had been asking himself if he was doing everything right, and if he could do it better.
After the surgery was over, Jesse, Jack, and Mark, all left the OR, tired, bloody, and sweaty.
" So, Mark, what did you think? I for one felt that I could actually relax during the whole thing." Said Jack with a chuckle. " Then again, I usually don't assist in these kinds of operations, and I never plan to do it again. I think I'll stick to those planned ops were there's a 99% chance the patient will live."
" I have to admit, he's good." Said Mark, just as Jesse stopped next to them.
" I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, there was another doctor on call, and I just took the patient. I shouldn't have done that, especially after what happened yesterday and what you told me. Mr. Briggs said he would fire me if I pulled another stint like that. I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry." Said Jesse as he bent his head down.
" Are you crazy kid?! You were great in there." Responded Jack. He was starting to feel sorry for the intern in front of him.
Jesse looked up to stare into Jack's eyes. Well, this is a first, thought Jack, but all that greeted him were pained eye's that were on the verge of tears.
" No, I really shouldn't have. I was risking the patient's life." Said Jesse as he looked back down. "I...I should be leaving now," he looked at his watch before continuing, "I have classes in five minutes." Jesse walked away from the two astonished doctors and made his way toward the classroom that awaited him.
" Jack, I don't understand this. He was great and all he's doing is beating himself up. Any other intern would be praising himself and bragging to any doctor he came by." Mark said as the two followed Jesse into the classroom to be greeted by smiling faces, well, all but one.
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" I still don't get it Amanda, why don't the students have to write down their addresses?" asked Steve.
Both Steve and Amanda were in the path lab looking over Jesse's résumé. They had nothing better to do while Mark and Jack were gone, so they sat in Amanda's lab looking over files.
" As you can well imagine, not all students have wealthy families that can pay for them to have these classes. A lot of them get here on scholarships, so they might feel embarrassed by were they live."
" Great." Exclaimed Steve. He was getting more and more annoyed with his self-assigned case, along with his official one. "You know, Jesse's name isn't even in the phone book? Don't you find that odd?"
" No." she replied, not very interested in the conversation anymore as she took out a file and started flipping through it. Then she whirled around to face him as something he had just said struck her, " You looked for his name in the phone book?!" Steve shrugged in response to the question, so he had been a little bored. He didn't see the big deal in trying to find a name in the phone book. Amanda sighed in agitation before returning to the file.
Steve stood up and started pacing the floor, trying to come up with some way to find the killer, or killers, and at the same time, get more information on Jesse. Just then, his pager went off, and with a sigh, he looked down to look((you might want to use "see" or change the sentence a little so it doesn't have the word look in there twice. Take 'at; out also if you use 'see'.)) at the number. Then a grin spread across his face when he saw it was the station. They had either found information on Jesse, or on the killer. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
" Steve Sloan..... yeah.....really! That's great! Sure, I'll be down in about half an hour to pick them up. Bye." With that, he picked up his jacket and left Amanda still looking through the file.
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Jesse quickly got out of his seat as his pager went off in the middle of the class while all the other students were listening intently to Mark. Jack was also there, having had been asked to help explain the complications that could arrive during or after a heart operation.
" Je...Dr. Travis, where do you think you're going?" asked Mark sternly.
" I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, but my patient, his family just got here. Dr. Smith needs me to assist in explaining everything to the family."
"Why, can't he do it on his own?" asked Jack, as the other students turned to stare and whisper.
" No, I have the chart, and the test results will only be delivered to me, sorry, but I really need to go. Could I come later to get all the notes?"
Mark sighed and nodded, then gave a stern look to his students, who abruptly quieted.
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Jesse quickly exited the room and looked around the hall.
Good, no Dr. Smith.
To be truly honest, Dr. Smith had the chart and knew Jesse had classes. Along with that, the test results would be delivered to any doctor who wanted to see them. But they had paged him. They had needed to talk to him. Jesse knew it was a bad idea to leave, that it was life threatening, that all that would probably happen was that they would shoot him. But he HAD to find out why they were doing this, better yet, why they were doing this to him.
So, as he made his final decision, he rounded the corner to the elevator, and with a sigh of relief to find it empty, took out his cell phone so he could get the location.
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" John! John, wait a minute." Came Marks voice as he ran, well, more like skated, to catch up with Dr. Smith.
" Hi Mark, and to what do I owe this pleasure to?" He asked, a wide grin on his face.
" I was just wondering, why did you take Dr. Travis out of my class? You know perfectly well that he had class, and you also know to keep the patients chart....."
" Mark, Mark, hey, what are you talking about?" He asked, fully aware that he had just cut off his boss. John's questioning gaze now met Mark's confused, and, slightly angered one. John looked down at the chart he was carrying. " Are you talking about that emergency patient that came in today?" With a nod from Mark to assure him they were on the same page, John continued. "I have the chart right here. I was going to give it to Dr. Travis after his class ended.... Wait, why would I pull him out of class, there's no need."
" He...He said that the patient's family was here and that you needed him to assist in something with them." Mark then looked down at his feet, realizingthe stupidity of that statement. John was a great doctor, and wouldn't need an interns consult with a patient.
" That's absurd. We haven't even located where he lives let alone his family."
Mark stared at the other doctor as if he had just declared that he was an alien.
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Steve turned the corner in his car into the parking lot of the precinct. They had finally got something, finally, a lead, along with some personal information. They could finally get a real start on the investigation. Slamming his car door shut, he practically ran into the precinct. Then, reminding himself that the files wouldn't go anywhere and that it wouldn't matter if he got them that second or in an hour. With that idea in mind, he slowed down and started walking.
" Steve, there you are, I've got the files you wanted." Exclaimed Matt, one of Steve's friends in the major crimes unit. Matt had owed him a favor, even so, he hadn't expected the reports to come in so fast. " Here are the papers you wanted. Oh, and CSI wanted me to tell you that they raised a fingerprint that matched one, Albert Walker."
" Couldn't that have been one of the innocent bystanders?"
" Well, yeah, but how many innocent bystanders do you find that have a rap sheet that can go to Pluto and back to earth?"
Steve whistled in response. He had been expecting results, but not all in one day, and not so much. He looked down at his watch as another grin spread across his face. His father's class should be ending soon, and he wanted to surprise him with the good news.
" Gotta go, thanks Matt. Next time, lunch is on me!"
" Oh no you don't Sloan, you try to make me eat that hospital food one more time, and I arrest you for attempted murder using toxic acids!" Matt laughed as Steve rounded the corner to leave.
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Jesse looked at the all too familiar surroundings. He hated this whole thing. Now, he didn't really care about what was going to happen to him anymore. With a sigh, he started making his way into the obvious death trap. The last thing he had been expecting was to have someone come in behind him and hit him over his head. Then again, he hadn't been expecting a lot of things. For a second, he was glad that the blow hadn't rendered him unconscious, but that didn't last long.
" You've been talk'n Travis." Growled a big man, a scar on his lower lip, and the biggest muscles Jesse had ever seen, but his outfit didn't match the occasion. He was wearing a gray tux and a nice golden striped tie.
" No," Jesse managed to gasp as the big boulder of a man picked him up by his throat. The next thing Jesse knew, he was flying across the pathway. His back hit the wall with a thud, as little stars started twirling around his head. Trying to get up, but failing miserable, he allowed himself to lean against the wall and catch his breath temporally forgetting why he was even there, but was quickly reminded.
This time he was picked up by his hair, which made him scream at how much it hurt. Why are they doing this? I haven't said anything. I haven't done anything. Maybe I can talk to them, maybe I can make them leave...... His thoughts were cut short as he was sent flying once again, and lay sprawled in his recently vacated location. Now his head hurt, along with his chest. He wanted to make a self-diagnosis, but it hurt too much, and all he could do was pant for breath.
" You should have never gone to the Sloans. They'll mess up everything." He said, picking Jesse up once again by the throat. Jesse instinctively reached his hands up to try and remove the offending hands so he could breath, but, yet again, the idea was cut off when a punch landed on his stomach, as he fell to the ground. Then, he had the unfortunate opportunity to make acquentences with the man's boot, which landed on his chest. So, Jesse then decided that he really didn't like that boot. He was given further evidence to prove his idea as it repeatedly decided to continue to assault his already achingribs and stomach. He soon decided to stop fighting the blanket of unconsciousness, that offered total darkness and comfort.
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" Where can he be?!" Mark, Jack, and Amanda had been searching, paging, and phoning the young man since the scene with Dr. Smith. It had been four hours, but there was still no sign of the intern.
" I don't know, maybe...... maybe he went home and turned off his, um, stuff." Said Jack. He had been trying to think of an explanation to the boy's absence, but that was the most logical thing he could thing of.
" But that doesn't make any sense. Why would he go home?!" Asked Amanda. " Steve better get here soon, 'cause we really need his help."
Mark sighed with agitation. This whole case didn't make sense. Why is Jesse so nervous, what would he have to hide, and I highly doubt that he's part of some sort of crime. To his relief, Steve walked out of the elevator that had just arrived, a huge grin spread across his face.
" So, who's the new girl?" Asked Mark, automatically noticing the happy little twinkle in his son's eyes, although he knew it had nothing to do with a lady friend.
" Why do you automatic assume that, if I come in here with a grin on my face, it has something to do with a girl?" Said Steve with a mock pout. " Look, we got new info on the killer. What am I saying.... We practically GOT the killer!"
" What do you mean, practically?" asked Amanda.
" We have his name, home address, and rap sheet, and his prints, among other things. Hey, where's Jesse?"
Jack shrugged, " Don't know, he kinda took off during class."
Steve sighed, he had also gotten information that Jesse had been a 'witness' to one of the crimes back in Illinois. After that, the young man had left for Las Angles. He had a lot more information that he hadn't had enough time to read during his short ride in the elevator. But from the information he had read, and inferring the way Jesse was acting, Albert Walker probably knew what Jesse had seen, and was threatening him.
" When was that?" He asked, starting to get worried about Jesse.
" About...." Mark stopped to look down at his watch. " Four hours ago, why?"
" Jesse's in trouble. I've already put out an APB on Jesse and Albert Walker, if we find one, there's a good chance he'll lead to the other."
" Who's Albert Walker?" Asked Jack.
" Our killer," replied Steve with a grin as he ran back toward the elevator.
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Jesse woke up with a groan as pain shot through him. It was hard to breath, and his chest and abdomen hurt. With the ever-increasing preasure in his chest, Jesse could tell that he had a punctured lung. With another painful groan he tried to open his eyes and found it surprisingly hard, which was starting to irritate him. But, after another five minutes, he managed to pry them open. Everything was spinning; so he could also add concussion to his list of injuries. He dug his hand into his jean pocket to take out his cell phone so he could call for an ambulance. He found it, but to his disappointment, it was literally shattered. Jesse opened and closed his eyes a few times to try and stop the building that towered over him, to quit going around in circles.
He could taste blood in his mouth, and felt the desperate need to cough. But he knew if he did, all that would come out was blood. At that point, he couldn't even begin to imagine where it would come from anyway, were does that blood come from? I should know this...whats wrong with this picture, I'm I med student, and I..... Jesse couldn't hold it in anymore though, as he was taken over with fits of coughs. After a while, he was able to control it and lay still as the pain slowly ceased from unbearable, to tolerable. He felt a cool liquid on his cheek, and he guessed it was the blood he had just coughed up.
Now what am I supposed to do? It's not like anyone's going to find me, and I can't get up.... Oh, who cares, one of my lungs will probably collapse soon anyway, what difference does it make, nobodies doing to miss me anyway. My parents never did, why would anyone else..... His thoughts drifted off as he decided to give up the fight and just relax until it was all over. He was glad to let the darkness take control again. No more.....
Well, I hope you all enjoyed that, please r/r, and again, no flames please.
BYE!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 6- Answers
Steve stepped out of the elevator on his way to his dad's office, just in time to have a stretcher zoom by with Jesse running along side it, yelling out orders and at the same time making quick checks on the patient. Steve followed them to the trauma room where he stopped and looked through the window. Jesse was still next to the patient, who was now off the stretcher and on the trauma room exam/treatment table. He could see that Jesse was handling everything with great skill, agility, and speed. Stepping away from the glass, Steve continued his journey to his dad's office.
When he finally got there, he could tell that Jack, Amanda, and Norman were in the room with his father. He opened the door to find Norman as red as a tomato and Jack and Amanda looking very annoyed.
"What's up?" Asked Steve as he closed the door.
"Dr. Travis, that's what. I want him out of my hospital!" Yelled Norman.
"What? Why?" Steve was now confused and a little unhappy.
"This is the same man who said, and I quote ' we need Travis to be a good, no, great hospital. He is the best I've ever seen! You all need to be more like him! He will bring this hospital's ER to the top, maybe even to the press!'" Said Jack, who was leaning against Marks desk, arms crossed over his chest.
"Norman, he's a great doctor." persisted Amanda.
"Oh, yeah, then why did his patient die of an injection of ketamin. How that got in my hospital, I don't know." Norman gave Mark a cold look, "Mark, you're his mentor, YOU should be looking out for him and everything he does."
"Norman, if it hadn't been for Jesse, that man would have been dead before that, long before that." Said Mark, who was getting annoyed of Norman.
"Fine!" Norman took a deep breath before continuing. "Fine, but keep an eye on him, all of you." With that, Norman stormed out of the room.
Mark sighed and look up at Steve, " So, do you have any good news for us, because, as you can tell, we don't."
"Well, I just saw Jesse, and he's got a new patient. Looks like he's handling everything well, but, that's just from my point of view. As for news on the case, we still didn't come up with anything."
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"He's haemorrhaging doctor!" screamed a nurse who was standing by the heart monitor.
"Ok, bag him!" Jesse waited impatiently for a second while another nurse brought the equipment. " Defibrillators, one, two, three, CLEAR!" The man's body jerked violently, but thankfully, they got his normal pulse rate back. Jesse sighed with relief before continuing on with his task. " Call the OR and tell them to get ready." Said Jesse, as he watch his co-workers wheel the patient away, before following them into the elevator.
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Mark waited patiently in the OR, wanting to assist in his students work and at the same time, be able to see exactly how he worked. Jack stood beside him, also prepped and ready. They were both surprised to see Jesse as the doctor in charge instead of Dr. Smith, who was more experienced. Instead, Dr. Smith was next to Jesse and listening to his instructions.
Within a few minutes, everyone was working hard to get the patient back in order. Mark listened intently to Jesse, who not even for a minute seemed to get nervous or unsure of himself, or, at least that's what Mark thought. But it was the total opposite, throughout the entire operation, Jesse had been asking himself if he was doing everything right, and if he could do it better.
After the surgery was over, Jesse, Jack, and Mark, all left the OR, tired, bloody, and sweaty.
" So, Mark, what did you think? I for one felt that I could actually relax during the whole thing." Said Jack with a chuckle. " Then again, I usually don't assist in these kinds of operations, and I never plan to do it again. I think I'll stick to those planned ops were there's a 99% chance the patient will live."
" I have to admit, he's good." Said Mark, just as Jesse stopped next to them.
" I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, there was another doctor on call, and I just took the patient. I shouldn't have done that, especially after what happened yesterday and what you told me. Mr. Briggs said he would fire me if I pulled another stint like that. I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry." Said Jesse as he bent his head down.
" Are you crazy kid?! You were great in there." Responded Jack. He was starting to feel sorry for the intern in front of him.
Jesse looked up to stare into Jack's eyes. Well, this is a first, thought Jack, but all that greeted him were pained eye's that were on the verge of tears.
" No, I really shouldn't have. I was risking the patient's life." Said Jesse as he looked back down. "I...I should be leaving now," he looked at his watch before continuing, "I have classes in five minutes." Jesse walked away from the two astonished doctors and made his way toward the classroom that awaited him.
" Jack, I don't understand this. He was great and all he's doing is beating himself up. Any other intern would be praising himself and bragging to any doctor he came by." Mark said as the two followed Jesse into the classroom to be greeted by smiling faces, well, all but one.
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" I still don't get it Amanda, why don't the students have to write down their addresses?" asked Steve.
Both Steve and Amanda were in the path lab looking over Jesse's résumé. They had nothing better to do while Mark and Jack were gone, so they sat in Amanda's lab looking over files.
" As you can well imagine, not all students have wealthy families that can pay for them to have these classes. A lot of them get here on scholarships, so they might feel embarrassed by were they live."
" Great." Exclaimed Steve. He was getting more and more annoyed with his self-assigned case, along with his official one. "You know, Jesse's name isn't even in the phone book? Don't you find that odd?"
" No." she replied, not very interested in the conversation anymore as she took out a file and started flipping through it. Then she whirled around to face him as something he had just said struck her, " You looked for his name in the phone book?!" Steve shrugged in response to the question, so he had been a little bored. He didn't see the big deal in trying to find a name in the phone book. Amanda sighed in agitation before returning to the file.
Steve stood up and started pacing the floor, trying to come up with some way to find the killer, or killers, and at the same time, get more information on Jesse. Just then, his pager went off, and with a sigh, he looked down to look((you might want to use "see" or change the sentence a little so it doesn't have the word look in there twice. Take 'at; out also if you use 'see'.)) at the number. Then a grin spread across his face when he saw it was the station. They had either found information on Jesse, or on the killer. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
" Steve Sloan..... yeah.....really! That's great! Sure, I'll be down in about half an hour to pick them up. Bye." With that, he picked up his jacket and left Amanda still looking through the file.
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Jesse quickly got out of his seat as his pager went off in the middle of the class while all the other students were listening intently to Mark. Jack was also there, having had been asked to help explain the complications that could arrive during or after a heart operation.
" Je...Dr. Travis, where do you think you're going?" asked Mark sternly.
" I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, but my patient, his family just got here. Dr. Smith needs me to assist in explaining everything to the family."
"Why, can't he do it on his own?" asked Jack, as the other students turned to stare and whisper.
" No, I have the chart, and the test results will only be delivered to me, sorry, but I really need to go. Could I come later to get all the notes?"
Mark sighed and nodded, then gave a stern look to his students, who abruptly quieted.
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Jesse quickly exited the room and looked around the hall.
Good, no Dr. Smith.
To be truly honest, Dr. Smith had the chart and knew Jesse had classes. Along with that, the test results would be delivered to any doctor who wanted to see them. But they had paged him. They had needed to talk to him. Jesse knew it was a bad idea to leave, that it was life threatening, that all that would probably happen was that they would shoot him. But he HAD to find out why they were doing this, better yet, why they were doing this to him.
So, as he made his final decision, he rounded the corner to the elevator, and with a sigh of relief to find it empty, took out his cell phone so he could get the location.
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" John! John, wait a minute." Came Marks voice as he ran, well, more like skated, to catch up with Dr. Smith.
" Hi Mark, and to what do I owe this pleasure to?" He asked, a wide grin on his face.
" I was just wondering, why did you take Dr. Travis out of my class? You know perfectly well that he had class, and you also know to keep the patients chart....."
" Mark, Mark, hey, what are you talking about?" He asked, fully aware that he had just cut off his boss. John's questioning gaze now met Mark's confused, and, slightly angered one. John looked down at the chart he was carrying. " Are you talking about that emergency patient that came in today?" With a nod from Mark to assure him they were on the same page, John continued. "I have the chart right here. I was going to give it to Dr. Travis after his class ended.... Wait, why would I pull him out of class, there's no need."
" He...He said that the patient's family was here and that you needed him to assist in something with them." Mark then looked down at his feet, realizingthe stupidity of that statement. John was a great doctor, and wouldn't need an interns consult with a patient.
" That's absurd. We haven't even located where he lives let alone his family."
Mark stared at the other doctor as if he had just declared that he was an alien.
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Steve turned the corner in his car into the parking lot of the precinct. They had finally got something, finally, a lead, along with some personal information. They could finally get a real start on the investigation. Slamming his car door shut, he practically ran into the precinct. Then, reminding himself that the files wouldn't go anywhere and that it wouldn't matter if he got them that second or in an hour. With that idea in mind, he slowed down and started walking.
" Steve, there you are, I've got the files you wanted." Exclaimed Matt, one of Steve's friends in the major crimes unit. Matt had owed him a favor, even so, he hadn't expected the reports to come in so fast. " Here are the papers you wanted. Oh, and CSI wanted me to tell you that they raised a fingerprint that matched one, Albert Walker."
" Couldn't that have been one of the innocent bystanders?"
" Well, yeah, but how many innocent bystanders do you find that have a rap sheet that can go to Pluto and back to earth?"
Steve whistled in response. He had been expecting results, but not all in one day, and not so much. He looked down at his watch as another grin spread across his face. His father's class should be ending soon, and he wanted to surprise him with the good news.
" Gotta go, thanks Matt. Next time, lunch is on me!"
" Oh no you don't Sloan, you try to make me eat that hospital food one more time, and I arrest you for attempted murder using toxic acids!" Matt laughed as Steve rounded the corner to leave.
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Jesse looked at the all too familiar surroundings. He hated this whole thing. Now, he didn't really care about what was going to happen to him anymore. With a sigh, he started making his way into the obvious death trap. The last thing he had been expecting was to have someone come in behind him and hit him over his head. Then again, he hadn't been expecting a lot of things. For a second, he was glad that the blow hadn't rendered him unconscious, but that didn't last long.
" You've been talk'n Travis." Growled a big man, a scar on his lower lip, and the biggest muscles Jesse had ever seen, but his outfit didn't match the occasion. He was wearing a gray tux and a nice golden striped tie.
" No," Jesse managed to gasp as the big boulder of a man picked him up by his throat. The next thing Jesse knew, he was flying across the pathway. His back hit the wall with a thud, as little stars started twirling around his head. Trying to get up, but failing miserable, he allowed himself to lean against the wall and catch his breath temporally forgetting why he was even there, but was quickly reminded.
This time he was picked up by his hair, which made him scream at how much it hurt. Why are they doing this? I haven't said anything. I haven't done anything. Maybe I can talk to them, maybe I can make them leave...... His thoughts were cut short as he was sent flying once again, and lay sprawled in his recently vacated location. Now his head hurt, along with his chest. He wanted to make a self-diagnosis, but it hurt too much, and all he could do was pant for breath.
" You should have never gone to the Sloans. They'll mess up everything." He said, picking Jesse up once again by the throat. Jesse instinctively reached his hands up to try and remove the offending hands so he could breath, but, yet again, the idea was cut off when a punch landed on his stomach, as he fell to the ground. Then, he had the unfortunate opportunity to make acquentences with the man's boot, which landed on his chest. So, Jesse then decided that he really didn't like that boot. He was given further evidence to prove his idea as it repeatedly decided to continue to assault his already achingribs and stomach. He soon decided to stop fighting the blanket of unconsciousness, that offered total darkness and comfort.
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" Where can he be?!" Mark, Jack, and Amanda had been searching, paging, and phoning the young man since the scene with Dr. Smith. It had been four hours, but there was still no sign of the intern.
" I don't know, maybe...... maybe he went home and turned off his, um, stuff." Said Jack. He had been trying to think of an explanation to the boy's absence, but that was the most logical thing he could thing of.
" But that doesn't make any sense. Why would he go home?!" Asked Amanda. " Steve better get here soon, 'cause we really need his help."
Mark sighed with agitation. This whole case didn't make sense. Why is Jesse so nervous, what would he have to hide, and I highly doubt that he's part of some sort of crime. To his relief, Steve walked out of the elevator that had just arrived, a huge grin spread across his face.
" So, who's the new girl?" Asked Mark, automatically noticing the happy little twinkle in his son's eyes, although he knew it had nothing to do with a lady friend.
" Why do you automatic assume that, if I come in here with a grin on my face, it has something to do with a girl?" Said Steve with a mock pout. " Look, we got new info on the killer. What am I saying.... We practically GOT the killer!"
" What do you mean, practically?" asked Amanda.
" We have his name, home address, and rap sheet, and his prints, among other things. Hey, where's Jesse?"
Jack shrugged, " Don't know, he kinda took off during class."
Steve sighed, he had also gotten information that Jesse had been a 'witness' to one of the crimes back in Illinois. After that, the young man had left for Las Angles. He had a lot more information that he hadn't had enough time to read during his short ride in the elevator. But from the information he had read, and inferring the way Jesse was acting, Albert Walker probably knew what Jesse had seen, and was threatening him.
" When was that?" He asked, starting to get worried about Jesse.
" About...." Mark stopped to look down at his watch. " Four hours ago, why?"
" Jesse's in trouble. I've already put out an APB on Jesse and Albert Walker, if we find one, there's a good chance he'll lead to the other."
" Who's Albert Walker?" Asked Jack.
" Our killer," replied Steve with a grin as he ran back toward the elevator.
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Jesse woke up with a groan as pain shot through him. It was hard to breath, and his chest and abdomen hurt. With the ever-increasing preasure in his chest, Jesse could tell that he had a punctured lung. With another painful groan he tried to open his eyes and found it surprisingly hard, which was starting to irritate him. But, after another five minutes, he managed to pry them open. Everything was spinning; so he could also add concussion to his list of injuries. He dug his hand into his jean pocket to take out his cell phone so he could call for an ambulance. He found it, but to his disappointment, it was literally shattered. Jesse opened and closed his eyes a few times to try and stop the building that towered over him, to quit going around in circles.
He could taste blood in his mouth, and felt the desperate need to cough. But he knew if he did, all that would come out was blood. At that point, he couldn't even begin to imagine where it would come from anyway, were does that blood come from? I should know this...whats wrong with this picture, I'm I med student, and I..... Jesse couldn't hold it in anymore though, as he was taken over with fits of coughs. After a while, he was able to control it and lay still as the pain slowly ceased from unbearable, to tolerable. He felt a cool liquid on his cheek, and he guessed it was the blood he had just coughed up.
Now what am I supposed to do? It's not like anyone's going to find me, and I can't get up.... Oh, who cares, one of my lungs will probably collapse soon anyway, what difference does it make, nobodies doing to miss me anyway. My parents never did, why would anyone else..... His thoughts drifted off as he decided to give up the fight and just relax until it was all over. He was glad to let the darkness take control again. No more.....
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