Title: Privilege
Author: NightMage
Rating: maybe PG13, to be safe.
Summary: The team gets very, very frustrated with doctor-patient privilege! And Sam deals with a problem of her own. My very first M/S fic. Please R&R!
NOTES:
A big, huge, colossal, enormous, extensive, fat, full, gigantic, heavy duty thank you to Chele for practically giving me a sentence-by-sentence outline of this chapter.
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Chapter 16
SCREW CASUAL
"Okay, people, screw what I said about casual. We want to get this under control as soon as possible. Subject is armed and suicidal. Let's move." Jack strode to the back door, Danny and Team 1 behind him, and Vivian went the other way with Team 2.
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The paramedic examined the swelling around Sam's ankle. "Looks like we're gonna need some ice on this." He glanced at Sam.
"I'll get it." Martin turned and walked into the kitchen. He was fighting a strange feeling of foreboding, and it irked him that he couldn't quite place what was bothering him. He yanked the freezer door open and looked inside – no ice. Odd, he thought.
Sam looked up as Martin reentered the room and reported, "Ice tray's empty."
"What? But I just - "
"Well, we do need ice," the paramedic interrupted. "Try a neighbor?"
Martin paused for a moment, unsure of why that sounded like a really bad idea. Stop it, he told himself. You're being ridiculous and paranoid. "Sure." He turned uneasily and left.
Sam was startled when the paramedic got up and locked the door.
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Guns out in front of them, Team 1 cautiously made its way up to floor 7. Jack, in the lead, was the first to notice that the door to Nancy Dawson's office was slightly ajar. There was no sound coming from inside, which Jack decided was probably a bad thing. Motioning to his team, he silently crept up to the door, then burst it open. "Freeze, FBI!"
The room was empty. The door to the back room, however, was also open, and immediately a crash came from inside. Jack moved toward the sound, keeping his gun up.
Father Channel Garver stood inside, looking disheveled and upset.
Jack didn't waste time. "Where is Carolynn Casper?"
"I don't know!" The Father threw up his hands. "She was gone when I got here! Please, Sir, she's going to kill herself, we have to find her - "
"I know. I know, just stay calm." Jack turned to look at Vivian as Team 2 filtered into the room. "We've got to get back to that restaurant. Now."
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Sam stared uncertainly as the paramedic slid the bolt into place. She suddenly had a very, very bad feeling in her gut, and her insides clenched. "What are you doing?"
The man turned to look at her without answering.
"I just refilled the ice tray last night." She mentally kicked herself; her voice quavered.
The man smiled, and Samantha's gut feeling worsened. "Look out the window."
Hesitantly, Sam shot a quick glance out the window. There was a pool of water on the sidewalk.
"You don't remember me, do you?"
Sam jerked her head back around to stare at him. Remember him? From where?
Blonde hair, a sneaky little voice whispered in her head. So blonde that his hair was almost white…
Oh, God. She remembered. "You're – you're Richard. Richard from Live Now!"
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A/N: KatieHL: Kudos! I think you probably had the right idea, and thanks also for not saying straight out what you thought and spoiling the story. Probably a lot of other readers were on the right track too, so congratulations if you'd already guessed the identity of the stalker, and thank you all for keeping your mouths shut!
Spikey: Once again, you get first prize for funniest review.
Raven001: Just wanted to say that it felt really cool, seeing the name of a character I'd created in someone else's typing. So thanks!
Everyone else: Yes, I luv ALL reviews!