Hi everyone! I've been slack and not updated everyone's chapters - so here you go! This is Andrea's chapter.
Chapter 11: Twisted Obsession
Hannah had been driving for a couple of miles, when she realizes something; she couldn't remember why she had left the apartment…"I' m a detective too"…..she thought…"Damn!….I'm done with this" she scream angrily and turned her car in direction of the apartment again… She went into the apartment slowly to see if Foxie was aware. She was standing beside the window looking, watching and waiting.
"You know?...I don't think the he will back here…" Hannah said suddenly
Foxie jumped…"What the hell!...she yelling
"Sorry...I didn't mean to scare you…..but I really don't think the he'll be backs so…You have a place to stay for the night?"... Foxie shook her head
"No?...Well here's my offer: you come with me and try to calm yourself down. I really don't think that we can find anything else today. And, I don't think you want to spend the night alone. So….." Well my offer is: you come with my and try to calm down your self, I really don't think we can found something else for today, I don't think you want to spend the night alone….so?"
"Okay…I'll take it"….Foxie said.
One hour later…
"You want a cup of tea?"...Hannah asks sympathy…
"No thanks"….was the cold response.
"Oh that is so charming"….. Hannah was pissed. Walking to the kitchen she started to number all the things Foxie had done. "First you appear in the apartment like a thief after I've already had my lucky encounter with our serial killer. Second, you scare the hell out of me with that gun." Hannah raised her voice. "And now you refuse to accept a simple cup of tea?" Hannah sighed in frustration. "And by the way I think you need one." She finished making two cups of tea. She walked up to Foxie and extended a cup.
"Okay" Foxie said taking the cup. "Oh…and thanks" she said miserably.
"It might be a little easier if wasn't for that attitude". Hannah replied with a sarcastic grin. "So…excuse me for asking but, what in the hell were you doing there? It was obvious that he would not back there, he's too smart for that."
"That's none of your damn business" Foxie said.
"Okay! That is enough!" Hannah exploded. "I'm done with trying to be in a good mood! To the hell with it all! Don't you see what you are doing? You are the most selfish person I have ever met! Your world is surrounded by you and your terrible life. That's so selfish! If you shut people out of your life the world will eat you. But if you let people in you'll live!" She was shaking from trying to control herself.
"So is that Hannah's version of "If you put a smiling face in the mirror, you will find a smile" Foxie said with a sarcastic tone.
"And like most clichés …it's true" Hannah struck back.
"Why are you worried about it?" Foxie yelled.
"Because no human being shall be alone with his own fears, we are not made for that"
Foxie started to get angry. "pity…that's all" she thought. But Hannah was the owner of the field.
"Yes I feel sorry for you." was her immediately ripples "As I told you, you left life out and now the life has left you out. Is this what you want? Do you want to be a single, lonely person for the rest of your life? Is that what you want?" Hannah asked.
Foxie shivered. "No, I don't want that" she thought.
Hannah watched the other woman.
"I'll take that as a No."
"No, I don't want that" Foxie said surrendering her thoughts to Hannah.
"Then why?" she asked desperately. "Don't you see what are you doing? You're risking people's lives! Those people are working hard and the fastest they can to protect others, and to protect you."
Hannah's face got serious and she felt frustrated. "And what are you doing in exchange? You are left them unaware. If something happens to them…. I swear to God…" Hannah pointed a finger in Foxie's face.
"Okay I get the point" Foxie said as she sat on the couch again. "Can you please calm down a little?"
Hannah raised an eyebrow.
"I know, I don't have the right to ask you that, but…please" Foxie looked up at Hannah with truly honest eyes this time.
"Mmm" Hannah looked in her eyes. "Since the you said please" Hannah joked "But now, tell me the truth."
"Can I ask you something first?" Foxie said.
Hannah looked at her with curiosity. She meditated for a few seconds and then nodded.
"I feel like you know me, and how that's possible I don't know…I mean nobody knows how someone feels …" Foxie couln't finish the sentence.
"Well a year of going to a shrink teaches you a lot" Hannah answered, smiling at Foxie. "Are you shocked?"
"Well, yeah…You don't look like a kind a person who needs that kind of help. May I ask why you go?"
"Gosh! A if I were a smart person I'd be drunk by now! Wine?" Hannah offered with a smile.
"That would be useful" Foxie said with a nod.
A few minutes later…
"So…." Foxie said taking the second glass of wine.
"Oh yeah …well mom died and I felt guilty about it…..and…..well…."Hannah's voice faded.
"That bad?" Foxie said.
"No, is nothing like that…it's….it's….well……no one would be proud to say that one day you looked out the window and decided that in this world there's nothing for you anymore, so…." Hannah said in a small inaudible voice.
Foxie, looked into Hannah's eyes "Oh my God" she thought "poor girl".
Foxie took Hannah's hand. "You don't have to say it….I know what you mean."
"I should be over it….but every time I remember …well it gets hard." Hannah said trying to look brave.
"One step at a time…."
"That was what my shrink said" Hannah joked as she looked into her glass of wine. "Isn't incredible what a good bottle of wine does?"
"Are you sure? You know, half of the unwanted pregnancies happen because of that" Foxie said with an evil grin.
"Oh well, probably…..but we can omit that." Hannah said laughing.
But suddenly she got serious. "Well Foxie, can you tell me now….Why?"
Foxie took her last sip of wine before she answered. "I think that maybe he went to look for you, so I followed you"
"Me?...Why?" Hannah asked in shock.
"You saw him" Foxie looked into Hannah's eyes. "And besides me and my family no one else has ever seen him before…I mean…who he really is."
"What? How?" Hannah was really confused. She had a thousand of questions in her head.
"Because…He is my cousin"
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Camerez rolled tossed in the bed again. For some reason, he was not comfortable. The company wasn't the trouble. Actually who ever have Jordan Cavanaugh next to him, was a very lucky man.
"Jordan….she's a change." he thought. "What would be the reason for the change? After all, the Cavanaugh side always appears and you get something about that old customs in her. What ever it was, it maybe something special, different and special….someone…..who...who can it be? …."Ahhhh!"...Marcus faces get some clarity and then looking into a sleep Jordan he whisper…"the boy….I never thought that kind of men was your type Jordan"….he said mischievously…."It seems the "Wisconsin charm" really have some deeps effects in us Jordan."
"Charlotte, she was special, well special is a way to say that she was stubborn, strong, tormented and sometimes even twisted….and aside from all that, deep down, he liked that woman….Man, since when do I think this way?...I'm getting old….that's it …and all this stupid case is doing is making me think more….What is that smell? …Cyanide gas?...He is here!
Marcus tried to get up fast and at the same time try to wake Jordan …but only then he saw some kind of metallic stuff. At the same time he heard a voice that murmured: "Silly little Fox…now I have both"
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"Your cousin? You knew it all that time and you didn't tell us!" Hannah started to yell again.
"It's complicated." Foxie said trying to keep calm.
"Try me." Hannah said. "I think it's time I hear the truth."
"You think?" Foxie replied with a sad, sarcastic tone to her voice. "His name is Alexander. But that's only for us. I don't think that anyone knows his real name. Most people know his by the alias he uses. He's reinventing himself. That's how he finishes in the FBI."
"But I guess that was to get close to you." Hannah said, trying to put all the things together. "Hold on a second. You do have something with Detective Hoyt, right? He never attacked you then? Or Woody?"
"No…" Foxie said sadly.
"Something must happen in the middle then."
"It did…" Foxie said finishing Hannah's thoughts.
"What?" She asked immediately.
"It …" Foxie wasn't sure if she should talk about it just yet.
"You can trust me…" Hannah said.
"What you are going to heard must stay here...between these walls…..not even Marcus knows…only my family…." Foxie warned.
"I'll tell you something that only a few people know, I know how to keep a secret. I'm a mausoleum...well you know what I mean."
"I'm risking my neck here with you." Foxie said still not really 100 convinced. "Swear…on the most important thing in your life…."
"Ahhh well," Hannah said a little embarrassed. "I swear. But do I really I have to say over who?" she asked.
"I did have something with him after Woody left me."
"There it is. The first terrible and awful sentence." Foxie thought.
Hannah was completely shocked.
"Excuse I think I hallucinated for a second. What?...but he is your cousin….that's incestuous!"
"Tell my about it." Foxie said sarcastically. "If I ever thought to finish my life, that was the moment…."
"But…How...what…"Hannah wasn't able to say two coherent things.
"I didn't know that he was my cousin! But he knew. That makes this even dirtier. He already knew and he doesn't care a damn thing about it!"
She breathed deeply and started to continue the story.
"It was a short, no-feelings relationship. I just feel pissed and well…he was cute guy, and charming. And...well, I don't feel proud of myself….it was nothing…but when I tried to finish things he said that we couldn't. The blood was a union between me and him. And that the vow would be always with us. It makes me feel sick just to think about it…"
"So he told you …that the two of you are related by blood." Hannah said. She was starting to think that she was in an alternative universe. "That is sick."
"Yes, he told me. I remember been in the bathroom the entire day….I was sick, so sick …I think I know how rape victims feel. The only thing that you want is to make it go away. But it stays with you, like some kind of dark, awful feeling. When I finally I could do it something I asked my father about him. And well, he told me everything about when he returned. First, he tried to catch him, and then he told me that nobody knows what happened to him. Then, my aunt disappeared. And well everyone said my aunt and I are like twins. We're the same in everything." Foxie said in a small voice.
"It's like some kind of twisted Edipo thing." Hannah said. "Let me see if I can get this straight. Your cousin, who is an unwanted son, is in love with you and because you said you're not, he is taking every person who gets close to you! Foxie"…"That is too impersonal after all this evening." Hannah thought.
"If this guy wanted to hurt you, I'm the last person the he would want to catch. I know that he planned this but…..I don't think that I'm one of the main targets. Obviously he wants the people that you love…."
The glass of wine fell from Charlotte's hand and fell to the floor it broke into a thousand pieces.
"Oh my God! Damn it!" She screamed.
"What?" Hannah screamed.
"Why did she lie to me? Jordan lied to me!" Foxie screamed again.
"Who? What?" Hannah was really lost this time.
"Do you know where Jordan lives?" Hannah asked as she walked to the door.
"Yeah, but…."
"What's wrong?" Hannah asked.
"Lets go, God damn it!" Foxie wasn't in a mode to giver her answers "That stupid lying bitch!"
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Someone was carrying her. "To where? And who?" That was even more important, she barely remembered. She had been at home, sleeping, with…..with whom? Marcus, that is right. He was carrying her? No, she had made it very clear, she didn't want anything. But aside of Marcus, who else could be? It had to be a man, for the way those arms held her….
Jordan was still trying to fight between staying awake and unconscious, as she started to hear some parts of a conversation between two men.
"Yeah, no more than two". For some reason, the talking was getting louder. Those two people were obviously not in best terms.
"Silly people. Fools," a male voice said.
Her head was giving her too much trouble to think clearly.
"The Fox is losing her instincts" someone said sarcastically.
"Fox?" She tried to think again, and this time her head hurt even more. Something hit her before, hard and rushed. And if she was hurt, Marcus could be too.
"I have some roses for you" the voice sang again.
"Roses? Roses!" The panic made Jordan fully awake so quickly that the guy carrying her lost his tight grip around her and dropped her down to the floor. She tried to run, but the fall made her hit her head again. Jordan tried to get up, but at the first movement she felt dizzy and her vision went black. She tried to hold onto something, a strong pair of arms took her again, putting something in her nose…..cyanide gas…
"No! No" her head started to fall into an unconscious state again. "No! Please, someone, help me! Marcus, Garrett, Woody! Woody!"
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He wasn't sure why he woke up. He had been dreaming, but he could swear he had heard Jordan's voice, and for some reason her voice was full of panic.
He looked at the clock on the night stand. 4 am. He still had to wait 5 hours to get out of the hospital. The only thing he wanted was to get back on the case, take the bastard out of the streets and kick him for what he did to him and Camerez. He rolled over the bed to look into the partner room.
"What the hell?" Woody yelled. Camerez was gone. "Here I am playing the god boy, lying in this bed …" Woody couldn't finish the sentence. A scream coming from outside distracted him. It was just a dream. Jordan, would she be okay? His cell phone started to sound.
"This is Hoyt" He answered.
"Is Jordan with you?" A female voice asked desperately.
"Foxie? No, she is not here," was Woody's confused answer.
"Damn it!" Foxie swore.
"What's wrong?"
Foxie took a deep breath. "I think he has got her and Marcus."
"Where are you?" Woody asked with urgency.
"We're going to Jordan's apartment" Foxie replied with equal urgency.
"Ok, I'll meet you there."
"No!" Foxie commanded.
"You are in no position to tell me what to do! None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for you!" Woody yelled.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, but…"This is not the time" she thought, "That is not the point! Go to the morgue. Dr Macy is coming with Dr Townsend."
"And what I'm going to do there? Huh? Watch the floor?" He still sounded angry.
"Help the others. We need to find both of them. Woody, I'm begging you," she tried, "as a friend."
"Okay," he said, obviously still reluctant. "I'll meet you at the morgue. What exactly is it you want us to do?"
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The two women entered the apartment slowly. "We're too late!" Foxie exclaimed. "Damn it!" She hit the door with her fist.
"Don't!" Hannah pointed. "We need all the evidence we can get. Where are they?" she said impatiently, looking at her watch.
"Right here." Garret said.
"It looks very …calm" Nigel said, entering Jordan's apartment "No signs of struggle."
"Probably we knock them with this" Foxie said taking a light cigarette from the floor.
"And this" Hannah said from the bedroom, carrying a long piece of an iron tube. "It has got blood stains"
"He used it to hit them in the head, as it probably wasn't enough with the cyanide gas." Garret said sadly.
Foxie looked over the place. "Marcus and Jordan, they had nothing to do with this, and he took them both, only to make me pay". Hanna was right, all she did was risking other people's life. She was willing to bet that she was about to win a couple of more enemies. The entire morgue, Woody…Oh God! He was really angry at her, because of Jordan. And Marcus? True, he wasn't the best man on earth, but he helped her, tried to understand, give her his support, and now…
"I'll take it personal", Foxie said, hardening her features. "If he wants to play personal, I'll take it personal!"
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"Again? All of them!" Jess asked incredulously.
"That is the order. "Kade said.
"Yeah, and we better hurry," Bug commanded.
"I just want to know why" Jess said innocently.
"Just work – fast." He said, sharpening his voice
"Okay Boss" Jess said, giving Caroline a puzzled gaze.
"Let see," Kade started to numerate. "Body number one: Caucasian female. Single stab wound to the side of the neck. Defensive wounds, some cuts to the hands. Bruising around her neck, appearing to be post mortem… anything else?"
"I'm working on that," Caroline was annoyed. "Can relax a little?"
"We haven't got the time to be patient," Kade said.
"That is enough! I want an explanation and I want it now!" Jess yelled, using in her best marine tone.
"Bug! What do we have?" Woody said, rushing into the autopsy room.
"We're just getting started," Jess said angrily.
"What! Jordan's life is at risk and you are wasting time?" Woody was losing his control.
"Well, that explains a lot" Caroline said quietly to Jess.
"Why don't you people want to tell us anything? I hate being kept in the dark! " Jess exclaimed.
"This is not the time for explaining!" Woody was yelling again.
"That is right," Jess said, taking the control of the situation "Kade help me with the rose body. We're going to have to work faster. Come on!"
One hour later…
"Nothing!" Caroline said desperately.
"Zero here too." Jess replied.
"It can't be a prefect crime," Woody said. "Damn!"
"What?" Nigel said, entering in the room with Doctor Macy.
"Nothing - that is the trouble" Bug answered.
"Wait…" Jess said, looking at the screen. "I think I might have something, but there's a wall here…..See?" She said, pointing, "Access file denied."
"Let me try, love," Nigel took Jess' computer.
"Save it, I already tried with all the data bases" Jess said miserably.
"What 'something' is it you've got?" Garret asked.
"This" She took the hand of the first victim. "Remember that our first victim have defense wounds, he didn't start to use cyanide gas before later on. Well, this sample of blood doesn't belong to her, but we can't trade the DNA - it doesn't exist. I'm trying to look over other data bases; I think that it is our best card." Jess said, thinking hard. "Is time to play high" She took her cell phone and started to run a number. "You too Caroline, use your contacts." Caroline gave Jess a puzzled gaze, before she suddenly got it. She took her own cell phone to make a call.
"This is Lenient Stanford, may I speak with Coronal Ryan? I'll wait."
"What are they doing?" Kade asked Nigel and Bug.
"Playing higher" Jess replied for them. "Hello, Robert? Yes, it's Jess. Listen, I need a favor…..I need to access some kind of secret source, can you help me? I'll wait."
"Uncle Mark?" Caroline responded to her cell phone "Yeah, I'm fine. Listen …No, nothing has happened to Mom, I need a favor," she left the room to talk with her uncle.
"What? No, no, I understand, I…thanks anyway" Jess cut the call just as Caroline returned.
"Jess, you won't believe it", Caroline begun.
"I know." Jess said seriously "Life is one psycho game."
"Where did that come from?" Kade asked, too lost to try and think straight.
"You have something? Anything?" Hannah asked as she entered the room with Foxie.
"Nope, nothing at all, zero, nil, the great O! We've hit rock bottom." Jess said cynically.
"Two people are in serious danger and you are making jokes!" Foxie was on the verge of yelling.
"I wasn't!" Jess gave Fox her strong order voice," It was just a way of answering!" She continued, getting serious every moment as she was stepping closer in Foxie's direction.
"God! This is not the time for fights" Caroline thought. "Jess is going to punch her and leave her unconscious at least for a week." "Listen Agent Fox, Jess…" she tried.
"Shut up Caroline! You know just as well as me why I'm angry." She turned to Foxie again. "We received some interesting information making some calls, agent Fox. We found something that can be useful to catch this guy, but it's blocked - under your instructions!" She yelled.
"What is it you're not telling us?" Woody took Foxie by her arms and started to shake her. "Speak!"
"Take your hands off of me!" Foxie said angrily, getting away from Woody.
"Foxie, I think…" Hannah began.
"I know." She sighed in frustration, but, clearing her throat, she said "You don't need to do that Dr. Stanford. I know who that sample is going to match with: my cousin, Alexander. Don't." She said, avoiding the obvious questions. "We can leave the explanation for later," Foxie said, trying to make them all focus on the other stuff. "It's not relevant at the time, but this is," she extended a paper. " I found it in my car, when we coming here."
"And what the hell is that?" Jess said, still to angry to be educated with Foxie.
"A message, a code. We need to know what it means; it's the only way we are going to save them." Foxie said. Garret walked over to Foxie and took the piece of paper. He focused his gaze on Foxie.
"The only reason of why I'm going to help you, is because he has them. If something happened to Jordan or Marcus, you are going to wish you were never born. You're putting the lives of people in my staff at risk, and this freak who is your cousin is trying to take people we care about away from us - and I'm not going to let that happen. But, believe me; if it hadn't been for them I would do nothing, I don't care a damn thing about your safety or your family. A real serving to the people put his duty over his personal business but that is not your case Agent Fox. Dr. Caroline."
"Yes?" She responded, not really sure of what expect.
"Read this." Garret extended the paper to her.
"Roses, roses under a dream, Roses, roses death can be
Two lion's trapped for life, in a garden of poison and mush
Death would come rush, when 7 little goodness
Found the way of the true, with a hundred different dreams
When the night is full to change her clothes"
"Light created life, light created death
Only strong flowers can survive
The Irish Rose is not one of them"
"Rush, Rush you may be, losing the time you already has
Fast and slow like a shadow you may be, if some kind of life you want to see"
"Roses, roses in a bouquet, Roses, roses on top of a grave
What one do I choose? Which one do you choose?
Waiting is suffocating, wet and sweet"
"Roses, roses under a gift, Roses, roses under a girl
With bright eyes she waits, for the one who makes her feel safe
Broken glass is all she sees, a romance smell is all what she breathe"
"Fast, fast you must be, the clock is ticking and you are still here
Light is coming, with pain and loss
Hurry! Hurry!...if you don't want to see
Roses, roses on a grave"
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"I was waiting for you with Roses in my hand, but you didn't appear and you broke my heart "
"Look at the beautiful bed I have for you, dear" a male voice said.
"Bed?" Jordan head still hurt like hell.
"Isn't it a woman's dream to sleep with a thousand of roses? This gentleman knows how to deal with a lady - a very beautiful one" the voice continued.
"Roses"…she remember something about that….something important, she made an effort to think.
"Don't worry dear; soon you will not fell anything. You won't feel no pain, no mistakes, no regrets, and no more broken hearts ever again."
"What? How is that possible?" Jordan thought.
"Confused?" he laughed. "I think that I read you well. Like me, many people in your life has been lying to you, hurt you, and you are sick of it. It is not safe, yes, you are right, it is not safe to be in love".
"Sure, it is not safe" Jordan thought "but…I broke that promise"
"You don't look too sure" he laughed again. "Don't worry, God will make you wiser. Pity you'll never be able to share that wisdom with anyone…no men…poor young men. I feel sorry for him, you never gave him a chance, a real chance, just like she never gave me."
"A chance? To whom? To Woody?" Her head was getting clearer, but it still ached.
"Leave her alone, you sick bastard!" A male voice yelled, and it was very familiar to her.
"You shouldn't use that kind of language in front of a lady, Marcus"
"Marcus?" .Jordan started to see frames of memories. It was night…a smell….and she remembered …the panic rose in her heart again. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything.
"No, no little missy, not this time. See?" He pointed at the wrapping around Jordan's hands and legs. "I took some precautions this time. "Here, surrounded by a thousand roses," he said, letting her lie in the strange flower bed,"you are going to die," he whispered into her ear with a sadism voice.
"No, I don't want to die, please! Marcus, do something! Woody! Woody!" Tears started to fall from her eyes.
"Shhh…Don't cry, my little sweet girl," he said, wiping her tears. "There is nothing to be afraid of. You are not going to feel anything, it will be like a sweet, slow dream" he stroked her hair, "only this dream is what you might call ….lethal".
Jordan was completely paralyzed, unable move, speak, scream…All she could do was look at him. Suddenly she realized where she was. Like a sick nightmare, like an old déjà vu, she was in a coffin. All the panic from her old experience with the Digger case returned to her like some kind of twisted joke.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to close it. After all, this place is like a sarcophagus, the entire place is your mausoleum" he said with an evil grin. "Soon the air will start to be contaminated, you will start to lose your conscious. Don't despair dear, you still have a couple of hours," he said with a mischievously expression on his face. "I let some clue to your friends. If they are smart, they will find you in time, but…," he laughed again, loud and evil, "if I were you, I wouldn't keep my hopes up" He stroked her head. Jordan wanted to scream, and to her horror he kissed her. "Goodbye, dear Charlotte."
"I'm not Charlotte" Jordan screamed inside her head "I'm not Charlotte! Please…..don't leave me... Don't!"
But he was gone, and so was Marcus. She was laying there, tears running down her cheeks. "Dear God! Please help me, please let them find me, let him find me" as the air turned hotter by the minute, Jordan was loosing her conscience again. "I wish I could see him one last time…"and with this last thought, she fell into a deep, slow and silent sleep, praying that this dream wasn't going to last forever.