Disclaimer: I do not own Alias or any of its characters, they all belong to J.J. Abrams (lucky guy) however I do own this plot line and the characters who are not featured in the series Alias
Chapter 19
General POV
The detective looked up from his little black notebook. This was like something he had never seen before. A single gun shot wound to the head. Who in there right mind would shot someone?
Detective Greg Phillips had been on the force for 25 years. He had been working homicide for the last 10. As he looked at the dead body laying on the bed for the first time ever he considered retiring. He had three other open cases at the moment. This one would be the hardest.
The door to the bedroom opened and in walked the state coroner. Greg didn't like her; she was up tight and a snob. She walked straight past him and didn't even say hello, he felt insulted.
Doctor Jasmine Fellows walked into the room and strode past the supervising detective and went straight to the body. She crouched down and began examining the body.
"Excuse me" Phillips said "you just can't barge in here like you own the joint"
"Oh I do, until I have the body removed this is my scene" she said brushing a stray strand of her blonde hair out of her face.
Phillips stared at her, "how long will you be?"
"As long I as I want." She smiled at him, "I have no other plans for the evening, I won't be keeping you from anything?"
Phillips thought of his wife's steaming hot roast pork that would be sitting on the table at that moment, his two children running a muck around the house and his reclining chair preached in front of the 72 inch television. He sighed, "No I have nothing planned."
She smirked, "Good."
Sydney's POV
Michael wheeled me out of the hospital, much to my disagreement. "I have two legs I am quite able to walk."
"The doctors said that you should stay off your feet…"
"I'm pregnant not inept of walking."
"Michael's right" her mother appeared at her side.
"Mom not you too." I sighed, "Next thing dad will be telling me the same thing."
"No need to worry about Jack" mom said, "He's to busy on the phone to listen to our conversation."
Dad then put his hand over the speaker of his cell, "Syd listen to your mother."
"Not you too, right I am sick of this" and with that I got up out of the wheelchair and took the keys off Michael, "I'm going to get the car."
"But, but…" Michael started. I never did get to hear what he said I just walked off, it's the best thing about wearing the pants in the relationship I make the decisions.
I got in the car and noticed a letter taped onto the steering wheel. I peeled it off and opened it.
Agent Bristow,
You should consider yourself lucky that you are alive, just so you should know that it was I who ordered for the shoot to miss and Miss Reed wasn't very happy about that. But between you and me the only reason you are alive is that you have something of great significance to the Covernant, when we are in possession of it I will take the honor of killing you myself.
Until then, Sark.
What was it with this man and his obsession to kill me? It really was getting annoying. I was scrunching the paper up in my hand when I saw the extra part at the end:
Just to make sure you get the message I have rigged you car with a bomb due to go off at 7:31pm.
My eyes moved to the clock on the dashboard 7:30 I jumped out of the car right as the car went up in a giant flash of light and fire. Michael, dad and mom came over running along with a large group of doctors and other medical staff.
I stood up and brushed off the dirt from my body. By this time I could here the police sirens in the distance. I had a doctor pushing me onto a gurney that had appeared from nowhere.
"I'm fine" I said lying a little bit. Really the only thing that was broken was my dignity. Here I was playing some super cool ass bimbo from American and there I was on the ground with my skirt up around my ankles.
"My God Sydney are you alright?" was coming from mom, dad was saying something along the lines of "I'll kill him" or that was my take on it and Michael was just there holding onto me and suffocating me.
"Michael, please you're killing me and it is more painful than being blown up."
He released his hold, "Sorry"
I looked up and noticed that dad was on his cell talking to someone, "what do you mean dead?"
Well this conversation was clearly more interesting than the boring one Michael was having with a doctor, he was going on about something like the baby. Men! What can you do with them?
"He was our only informant, how can he be dead?" he paused, "Oh well he must really be dead then."
The conversation was getting better and better, all I needed was some popcorn and possibly some more chocolate cake and then I would be all set for the viewing actually more like listening time.
"Yes I'll let the director know, he's not going to be happy though." He paused again, "What do you mean suspected suicide, its clearly murder. A CIA agent does not just take his own life, he has to be killed. I have never heard of one person who has done that before."
He listened intently to whoever was on the phone, "Yes well they are exceptions. And don't back answer me I am your boss." He paused, "Damn right you should be sorry. Yes well let know when there is anymore information." He closed his cell and looked at me who was looking at him.
"So who's dead?" I asked.
"David, the driver, CIA" he replied.
"Oh my God, but I only saw him like five days ago."
"A single gunshot wound to the head. The coroner is putting time of death a night about two days ago. He was found by his boyfriend at" he looked at his watch "ten this morning he was going over to do his laundry for him."
"HE WAS GAY!" I exclaimed, "I never knew, he always did have such a good fashion sense"
Dad surveyed me for a while and then asked how hard I hit my head. I was so glad that he wasn't concerned about the car blowing up, nor was he even concerned about his future grandchild. Although I couldn't expect my dad to care, he always has been very uncompassionate.
I showed him the letter from Sark that was still in my hand. He just nodded and said that he expected so.
Michael came up to me, closely followed by the doctor. "The doctor and I have been talking and we have decided that you going to re-admitted to hospital because you could have some internal bleeding so we are going to have an operation done for you."
I stared at him, "Michael have you completely lost your marbles? I think we need to lock you away in a hospital where you can receive help."
"I'm fine, remember my car wasn't just blown up."
"Well it wasn't mine either." I said stubbornly, "it was the hire company's car, its completely covered by insurance."
"Stop being so temperamental"
"I'm not"
"Yes you are."
"Am not"
"Are too"
"Am not"
"See" Michael said "I am just proving my point temperamental"
"Oh yeah like you can talk."
"Stop acting like a child."
I poked my tongue out at him.
"Yeah right Syd really mature"
"Children play nicely" said mom, "Or leave it for the bedroom."
"MOM!" I exclaimed "that is something I do not wish to talk about with you."
General POV
Jasmine Fellows stood up from the body, "Right you can take him now" as two men came in and picked up the black body bag and carried it outside. She was filling in a sheet of paper when Detective Phillips walked back into the room.
"I have spoken to the neighbors and they all claim that they heard nothing after 10 o'clock yesterday."
She nodded, "Yes well that would fit in with my estimated time of death."
"Ok so what now?"
"I am going home and getting some sleep. I would like to get laid, but my fiancée is most likely asleep and I need to do the post early tomorrow morning. I'm guessing you will be there?"
He nodded, "Of course"
"I'll be prepping the body at eight. If you are not there by seven thirty you are not coming in." with that she turned on her heel and left the room.
Phillips stood there dumbfounded. It wasn't that she just said the time, because he already knew that but it was more the part that she confessed that she just wanted to get laid. That was information that he did not want to think about.
He left the room, nodded at the officer standing on patrol to make sure that no one would come in to the crime scene and he got into his car and drove off home.
Author's note: Sorry once again for the amount of time it has taken to get the next chapter up. School is getting way out of hand and it's killing me slowly and painfully. I know I am really behind on plot lines but we have only had a few episodes of Alias aired here in Australia. As the season goes on I will try and get the plot line up-to-date. To all my loyal readers and reviewers (you know who you are) thank you once again for still sticking with me.
Shelby