I THINK this is Andrea's – she posted it but you can never be sure. LOL.
Chapter 12: Broken Pieces
"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 truth, 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 have
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
Which
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 breathes"
"Fast,
fast you must be, the clock is ticking and you still are here
Light
is coming, with pain and loss
Hurry!
Hurry, if you don't want to see
Roses,
roses on a grave"
"Stop
repeating that!" Jess exploded, throwing the papers she was writing
on. "I lose it every time you start!"
"Gee!
Relax Jess." Caroline said, "but she is right Kade - no offence."
"Okay,
I'm sorry" she replied miserably." It's just …I really want
to help!"
"Does
someone get anything?" Hannah asked.
"Well,
so far my main discovery is that he likes roses," Jess said
sarcastically.
"I
think we need to organize this," Hannah said with a superior air. "
I mean, Doctor Macy is there with Foxie," she pointed to the office
door with a sad expression on her face. "God knows what the hell he
is telling her."
"What
do you suggest?" Bug asked.
"We
haven't gotten anywhere so far, and we've wasted like," she
looked at her watch, "almost an hour."
"Okay
I get it," Bug said. He picked up a pen and walked over to the
board. "Now, who wants to start?" All he got was a complete
silence."Come on people, no one is going to laugh at your
conclusions."
"Okay…I
think that the roses are literal," Caroline pointed. "He talks
about the flower, his natural attributes. So that means, we need to
search for gardens, botanicals, conservatories, parks...not really
"cut" the search, right?" she said with a gloomy grin.
"Roses
are delicates plants" Jess said seriously. "I mean, people who
have Vineyards use roses to detect plagues. Roses are the first to
die if it appears a plague. So if the weather is not appropriate you
must have some place to…"
"So
then we can let out the parks and normal gardens" Caroline said "It
is still too much."
"What
kind of roses do we have to search for?" Hannah asked.
"We
are still waiting for the confirmation from the balsamic," Caroline
replied," we never found a rose"
"Actually,
I have it, love," Nigel said, entering the room with Woody.
"Ecuadorian Roses."
"Phew,
those are expensive!" Jess stated.
"Sure
they are, love. The Ecuadorian rose is one of the most beautiful in
the entire world, and also the most expensive. It's only imported
to a few places, unless you bring the seeds illegal, that is."
"So
our killer either has a lot of money, or he has been to Ecuador."
Kade said thoughtfully.
"Something
like that. Great work, Nige, now we can cut the search to Botanic
gardens and people who have private conservatories," Jess said.
"Kade… read that damn message again."
Kade
nodded and repeated the message for what seemed like the hundredth
time.
"Two
lions trapped for life, in a garden of poison and mush…hmmm,"
Hannah said after meditating for a second. "I'm pretty sure that
the two lions are Camerez and Jordan, but it's the second line
that's interesting. 'Poison and mush'… that reminds me
of Rose Red."
"The
house possessed by spirits?" Nigel asked incredulously.
"Yeah,
the garden of the house, actually. You see, houses like that often
had botanic gardens, and as the time passed they became 'gardens
of poison and mush'."
"That
makes sense," Woody replied.
"7,
little, light, night, rush…clothes, goodness, change," Jess
started to repeat.
"What
the hell are you doing?" Caroline asked her friend, looking at her
like she was loosing her mind.
"Shh,"
Nigel made a movement with his hand, telling her to let Jess think.
"I
think I get this one," she said with a grin of satisfaction, "'7'
is seven."
"Oh,
you think?" Caroline said sarcastically.
"Funny,"
Jess snapped. "I mean literally it represents the number, not a
symbolism. 'Found the way of the truth… When the night is full
to change her clothes' right?"
"I
cannot believe you memorized that!" Kade said, astonished.
"So,"
Jess continued, "if the night has to find its way of the truth to
change her clothes, what obvious thing has to pass?"
"Morning?"
Woody said unsurely.
"Exactly!
7 in the morning. I think that is our deadline. After that…" She
didn't have to say the rest.
"But
it is 4 AM!" Woody yelled. "That gives us only three hours to
find them!"
"We
know that, Woody. Try to think, for Christ's sake!" Nigel
replied.
"If
that's true, the third paragraph talks about the… Irish Rose?"
Kade said.
"Jordan…"
Woody said. "The Irish Rose must be Jordan, because of the name and
last name. I'm thinking!"
"Okay,
we have..." Bug said, starting to connect the facts on the slate,
"Botanic gardens, old houses, at least for the XIX, Ecuadorian
roses…there's something missing."
"A
conservatory!" Kade screamed.
"Come
again?" Woody was the one who asked her, but they all gave her
shocked looks.
"Yeah
'suffocating and wet'. You ever been in one of those?"
She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "When I was little I
got trapped inside one. Believe me, the worst is the air…no air,
actually."
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Breathe. Slowly, it was becoming in the worst thing she could do. With each air whiff, Jordan felt the pollen of the roses, unhurriedly beginning to fill her lungs, making breathing more painful every time. The atmosphere was heavier every time. The air, rarefied, non single by the roses, but also by the heat that is accumulated during the day in the conservatories, caused her to lose conscience continuously.
"How ironically." Jordan thought "Once I read a legend that somebody died inhaling pollen of the flowers, but I never thought that it truly can happen." A grin of bitterness appeared on her face "Well bye, bye to my flowers-don't-kill-you-theory"
Jordan
began to lose herself in her thoughts, unconscious of which its body
began to cool off quickly. She shivered a little, and tried to move
her legs. "That definitely isn't good" she said when the
legs didn't react. As a matter of fact, she couldn't even feel
them. "Oh my God! I can't move it!"
The
panic returned to seize her heart. If the situation continued, in a
moment all the functions of her body would become paralyzed. There
was no doubt that the pollen was turning lethal, slowly but indeed.
Jordan
returned to fall into a state of semi- conscience, hovering somewhere
between realm of consciousness and unconsciousness.
In
her nightmares, the memories were mixed. Digger, the coffin, the
roses, and the air that returned dense every time, until se
completely lost the notion of what was true and what wasn't. How
ever, in the recondite part of her head, she had a prudent thought
that helped her as an anchor in her desperation. The strange
certainty that, he would be looking for her, only his desire to that,
it did not take much, because she didn't know how longer she could
resist it. Hours, minutes..."He will find me." It was
getting harder to breathe again. "I'll do my best here, just
hurry, please." Then her conscience went to a black, deep hole
of shadows.
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"26!
26 Places!" Nigel said miserably.
"Is
5:45 am!" Woody yelled. "Come on! We need to think fast."
"I
don't think I have more brain for that, my neurons can't do
synapses anymore," Caroline said stroking her head. "I'm having
a headache!"
"Take
a Prozac!" Woody snarled.
"Prozac
are not for that," Jess whispered, giving Caroline some pills, the
right ones.
"Oh,
men!" Kade said. "Things were going pretty well, and now we are
stuck."
"I'm
guessing that was the point. This guy wants to drive us insane,"
Hannah said frustrated, walking back and forth. "It has to be
something else here" She stopped by the slate.
"Got
it!" Nigel exclaimed.
"What?
What!" Woody asked.
"The
results from the victim's shoes," Nigel replied.
"Which
one?" Kade said.
"Does
it matter?" Woody snapped at Kade. "Tell us Nigel!"
"Don't
rush this, we can't afford to screw up," Bug said calmly,
starting to read Nigel's report. "There are seeds, grass and soil
on the victim shoes."
"And
we're already tracing them," Nigel tried to give Woody some
comfort.
"How
long will it take?" Foxie said, entering the room with Dr. Macy.
"At
least an hour, I think, be-because they are un-unusual things".
Nigel stammered a little.
"Move."
She took Nigel's place in front of the screen "No, no, no,"
Foxie was erasing most of the criteria from the search.
"What
the hell are you doing?" Jess wanted to know.
"Making
it easier. I know this guy. He will only want things that remind him
of me".
"Like?"
Caroline asked, still not 100 convinced
"These
places belong to good families. We have to search for people with
family troubles, because my aunt Leah, she…well" Foxie's voice
faded.
"If
you're going to help, start with the truth." Garret said
immediately.
"I
just…" Foxie said angrily, this wasn't easy for her. "My aunt
was raped and got pregnant."
"What?"
Woody was shocked.
"It's
like an old, dirty secret in my family, Woody," she looked at him
briefly before returning to the story. "My aunt Leah gave the kid
up for adoption. After that, she never really knew what happened with
him, until…until my father told us that…Alexander had good
parents, who were killed by his biological father."
"What?"
Everyone screamed, except for Hannah and Garret.
"And
I thought that I'd already heard the worst part of this story"
Hannah thought to herself.
"There.
That should help". Foxie finally said, done with 'cutting' the
list.
"Okay,
keep your fingers crossed, people" Nigel said.
All
drowned a sigh, hoping, wishing; praying that they would finally find
something down the track that would lead directly to them, hopefully
in time to save them from that crazy bastard.
As
time that passed, it seemed to be eternal. And the time was precious.
The dawn was close and with that light, it would only bring death.
And then …
"Two
places," Garret announced.
"Go!"
Jess said with authority in her voice.
"What?
We still don't know which one," Foxie argued.
"She
is right," Garret replied, a bit surprised by his own statement. He
was still furious with the detective. "The last thing I want is
that Marcus and Jordan die!"
"We
will guide you from here" Jess said, trying to convince them. "We
talk over the radios. It's 6:00 am, now go!"
"Use
channel four" Nigel yelled after them. "Go with them Doctor M,
Jordan needs you."
"Okay".
Garret,
Hannah, Woody, Kade and Foxie ran madly for the cars.
"I'll
go with Kade," Hannah said,"keep the channel availed" They both
got into the car and drove of.
"I'll
drive," Foxie said.
"No
way. I'll drive" Woody said. "And don't even think of arguing
with me".
"Get
in the car you two, NOW!" Garret commanded. "I'll drive. You
two would probably have gotten us all killed".
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"Detective
Cœurvay?"
"Right
here." Kade took Jess' call.
"The
place is right to the North," Jess said. "Down 5th Avenue. It's
a botanic garden, built in XIX, was only made for roses, her owner
gave to the city like 10 years ago, but it was too expensive to keep,
so they sold it to some rich guy."
"Who
is the guy?" Hannah wondered.
"I'll
have the ID confirmation in 5 minute." Jess said. "Come on,
Caroline!" Kade could hear her yell on the other side.
"I'm
working as fast as I can" was the annoyed reply.
"Will
you people stop to arguing!" Hannah commanded. "Now where?"
"There!
Make a turn at the next corner" Kade said, pointing down the
street.
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"Second
place is in the East", Nigel said. "Old House, according to the
records no one lives there anymore. A man is hired to maintain the
property, but that's all."
"What
else?" Foxie asked.
"Well,"
Nigel began, "the house was made in XIX. It took like 5 years
finish it and it was made for a magnate of petroleum as a wedding
gift to his wife."
"What
was her name?" Woody said, shaking his head.
"Why?"
Foxie said.
"Just
tell us Nigel," Garret exclaimed.
"Bug!
Read the file," Nigel said at the other side, before repeating what
Bug was saying. "Sir Roberts Ridgeway, magnate of petroleum. In
1919 he gives the order to start the constructions of the house as a
wedding gift for his fiancée, Miss L. Montgomery Reynolds".
"What
does L stand for?" Woody asked.
"L?
L is …Leah," Nigel answered. "Why?" Woody and Foxie shared a
look.
"That
is my auntie's name! That is the place!" Foxie screamed. "Tell
the others!"
"Call
an ambulance!" Woody yelled desperately.
"I
need an ambulance, in…" Foxie made the request.
"Get
out of the way!" Woody yelled to the car. "Hang on Jordan,
just hang on there, I'm coming for you" he said through
clenched teeth. He had to find her.
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"I can't hold anymore, I can't support it... I suppose that this. Is the end...I'm sorry for been weak now….when I shouldn't"…Jordan play softly. Tears began to furrow their face, before their eyes were closed slow…but definitively… Suddenly a rush of fresh air touches her face…but simply, it was just the air of the morning, entering by the little spaces that the conservatory have broken, likes frayed from a false hope, from a false illusion, a dream of which she never be part.
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"There!"
Foxie pointed. The three of them literally jumped from the car to the
house.
"Woody,
we need to check if…" Foxie warned, but it was like talking to
the air, he was already inside. "Oh damn it!"
"This
pace is huge and we are wasting time!" Garret yelled. "I'll go
left, you go right Woody. Agent Fox, check the rest of the house just
in case. If anyone of you find anything, just scream, call, whatever.
Now move!"
Immediately,
the three separated, initiating a frenetic search in each place. They
knew that the time was precious and that a false step could mean the
difference between life and death. Their feelings were united in this
only objective, obtaining what had challenged them, taking invaluable
peoples, as if they were simple marionettes with which to play,
despising the life like a simple rag that has been thrown to the
forgetfulness.
Suddenly
Foxie and Garret hear a scream coming from the back yard.
"I
found it! Jordan! Jordan where are you? Doctor Macy, Foxie!"
Woody yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Woody
where are you?" Foxie asked, running for the stairs to get to
garden of the house.
"Right
here, behind the pines!" He responded. "I found the
conservatory!"
It
was a solid construction, which clearly showed how much time had
passed, but in contrast of the outside part, which was very bad taken
care of, the interior looked as if someone had been taking care of
the plants recently. Roses, piles of roses. The three watched at the
same time with horror and tried to enter quickly, but no such luck.
The door was blocked.
"Step
aside!" Woody took a step back.
"You're
not going to kick in that door!" Foxie warned. "It must be 100
iron! The only thing you'll achieve with that is a broken leg!"
Foxie pointed exasperated.
"Then
what?" Woody said desperately. Without answering, Foxie reached
for her gun and shot to the door.
"That,"
she said. "Let's get inside." She grabbed Woody as he reached
for the door. "Be very careful."
The
both entered the place, and immediately they felt the awful air. No
one could breathe there, no one. Then a light caught their attention.
In the middle of the place stood a small coffin, surrounded by
candles and roses. It was almost completely closed, except for a
small opening. A horrible panic was locked in Woody's heart and,
without considering anything, he ran towards the place closely
followed by Foxie. His hands forced the coffin open and then…
"Jordan!"
He screamed, lifting her upper body out of the coffin. She didn't
response. Her face was so pale and her body cold. Woody took her
hand. They were cold as ice, and did not respond to his touch. He
swallowed hard, she couldn't be …
Woody
lifted her completely away from the coffin, running out as fast as he
could without losing the gentle grip he had around her. The minute
they were outside, feeling the fresh morning air, he laid her down on
the ground.
Foxie
sat down next to Jordan. The regret she felt was awful. The guilt she
felt was unspeakable. Taking Jordan's hand, she reached to find…
"Come
Jor! Please wake up" Woody pleaded. "She can't…" his voice
faded.
"She
is not dead, she is not dead...I got pulse!" Foxie started
screaming.
"Jordan!"
Garret said, being the last to get in the conservatory. He was
breathing heavily after running from the other side of the garden
"Let me"
"Where
is that ambulance?" Foxie said desperately.
"Her
lungs are contaminated!" Garret said with urgency. "She can
crush. Hang on Jordan!"
"Come
on sweetheart!" Woody whispered to Jordan "You can't go…don't
even think it!"
"We
need to get her warm" Garret said,"her temperature way too down,
on 93, we can't let down more."
"Here"
Foxie said "Take my coat," she gently put the clothes over Jordan
with a complete worried expression on her face. "What the hell is
happening with that damn ambulance? I'll go and look after them,
maybe they got lost…" With that she ran to the front of the
house.
"Woody!"
Garret yelled. "Hold her" and placing to Jordan carefully in
Woody's arms, he stood quickly up from the ground. " I need to
find something to try and clean the lungs!"
Woody
remained single by moments, maintaining strongly that woman into his
arms, that petite brunette, who meant everything to him. His friend,
his partner, his love. The enormous relief of knowing that she was
alive had been replaced by the terrible fear of losing her for
always. In his arms, see, it died there...
"Jordan,"
he said, almost in a whisper, "you are stronger than this, you
cannot die, I" his voice broke. "I can't loose you Jordan, not
like this. I'm not letting you out of my life this easily. Please
don't leave me," He bent down and whispered something in her ear
before wiping a tear away from his eyes, "please don't…"
The
sound of the sirens distracted him as the aid finally arrived...but
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Foxie
squeezed her own hands constantly, the anxiety was consumption her
alive, if it is truth, they had managed to find her, but on time?
That horrible incognito was in her heart; make it towards being
hopeless more and more. What's an excuse could possible she give?
To say something to him, to all those that were seated in the
contiguous area, waiting, praying, wishing for everything came out
well...
"Hey"
a familiar voice said behind her "I think you need this"…It was
Woody
"Oh!"
she said taking the coffee the he was offering to her..."You
shouldn't!" Foxie said embarrassing…."Woody…I…"
"Don't"
"No"
she said firmly "I have to...I'm so sorry I never wanted for this
happened"…..Foxie have some tears in her eyes "I swore the last
thing I ever want was putting them in danger"…she looks into
Woody's tired and worried eyes "I know that she is special to
you…I"
"It's
okay now….and the Doctor said the she would be okay…we bring her
just in time. I'm sorry to be so tough with you"…
"I'll
deserve it…I'm glad the she is okay but Marcus is still…"
Woody
enveloped Foxie into his arms, maintaining it comforted it. It is
certain that Jordan was on the edge of death due to her decisions,
but in all certainty, he could understand its fears and somehow to
help it. Foxie felt an infinite gratitude towards Woody, in spite of
her bad decisions; at least she could count on his support.
"Detective
Hoyt?"
"Yes?"
He answers tuning back to see who was. Jordan's nurse.
"Doctor
Martinson, said the she wants to see you"
"Me?
Why me?" he give her a puzzle look
"You
go…I'll stay with her" Hannah said walking to them
"Uh…okay"
Woody said, he really doesn't want to let Foxie alone. Hannah winks
an eye to him, he understood. "Where is the Doctor?"
"Fallow
me" the nurse said, leaving Foxie with Hannah.
"How
are you?" Hannah asks softly
"I
feel awful"…Foxie said sincerely "Look what I did, you were
right an all what you tell my….I just"
"Is
done, put it in the past, move on" Hannah said putting a hand in
Foxie's back
"I
never thought the I would be taking to you like this" Foxie said
with a incredulously look
"Well
strange circumstances, make strange bows" Hannah smiling back
"Anything
about Marcus?"
"Nothing
yet" Hannah said in a whisper "I'm sorry…Jess, Caroline and
Mahesh are there, they would tell us if they find something"
"Look
what he did to Jordan, I'm scared Hannah"
"You
don't have the fault your cousin evolved to passion and now to
obsession, He is the one with troubles! Hannah said with a comic
grin
"Funny!"
Foxie replies, but she doesn't look piss.
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"Hey"
a young woman shaking Woody's hand "I'm Doctor Martinson,
Natalie, you must be Woody" she said with a smiling grin in her
face. "Miss Cavanaugh is just doing fine, her pulse is still a down
because her blood pressure is still low, but her temperature is
backing to normal so is nothing to worried about it. Her lungs…well
it seems they don't are really damages, but we really don't now
that until…"
"Excuse
me …but…Why are you saying this to me to my, Doctor?" Woody was
complete surprised.
"Well…even
the she was unconscious, she was calling you, several times…so I
just assume you two were related, and when I ask for you no one seems
to be shock so…" the doctor replies "Did I assume wrong?"
"No…well...yes…but"
Woody stammered trying to say something "Can I see her?"
"She's
asleep right now, but I don't see why not." Doctor Martinson
responds "I'll talk with the others; the nurse would take to her"
The
Doctor walks outside of her office and calls the nurse, which began
to walk down the hall and motioned for Woody to follow. He was led to
a small room …and Jordan was lying in a bed. There was a monitor on
her controlling everything. Woody swallowed hard she looks so small
in the bed…and still to pale…and it have a tube…he feels chills
in his spine.
"Something
is wrong?" the nurse asks when catch Woody's gaze.
"The
doctor said it wasn't anything wrong with his lungs so…" he
pointed to the tub.
"Oh!"
the nurse seems to be a little shocking for the question..."well
after pass surrounded by the pollen …it was necessary...but now her
breathing is fine, Doctor Martinson, probably would be here soon to
take her off" she smiling try to comfort him " She is fine boy,
we have a strong little missy here"
"Yes,
she is" Woody said with a sweetie's voice.
"Well
better I let you with her" she wink an eye of him smiling
mischievously "I'm going to bring the Doctor" and she leaves
the room.
"Hey
girl" he whispers softly "You just doing great…you are strong
woman" he said stroking her head and touching her cheeks. He
grabbed her hand, they still were cold, but the warming was returning
to her. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, trying not to wake
her.
"And
you say, you two weren't related" Dr. Martinson said entering in
Jordan's room. Woody just opens his mouth at the same time his face
was going red. The doctor smile to him and said "I'm going to
take the tube off on her now"
"Okay,
I'll wait out side" He said walking to the door. He waits until
the doctor said the he can return to Jordan's side.
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"Look"
Foxie pointed to a men who was standing in the receptionist, with a
bouquet of roses
"Is…"
Hannah start
"No
is not him, but sure is related" Foxie say stand up and walking to
the men "Excuse me" She show her FBI badge…"for who those
are?"
"Oh…well"
the young men start to stammer…"for Miss Jordan Cavanaugh…"
"Who
tell you to send these roses?" Foxie took the guy by the shirt.
"Foxie"
Hannah warned
"I
don't know" he starts to scream "I'm just the deliverer,
Charles from "Charlotte's flowers dream" florist." Foxie
let go the boy for the shocking.
"Give
me that…." Hannah took the bouquet and extracted the note.
"Second
message" Garret said, who get close to the woman's when he saw
Foxie reaction.
"My
God!" Kade scream
"Back
to the morgue" Garret command ..."Now, Lily stays here and tells
Woody what happened……stay with Jordan."
"Sure"
Lily says….and watch how all they run for the elevators.
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"Come
in"…Woody stand up and walk into the room again "She is doing
fine, probably she would awake soon, we are going to let her here a
lest for two days"
"That
fine" Woody said relieve the Jordan could not leave the hospital
and return to the case, although she didn't like the idea.
"Call
the nurse if you need anything" Doctor said walking t the door.
"I'll
do…thanks for everything". For any answer she doctor just smile
him and leaving the room. Woody lay again by Jordan side and takes
her hand.
"Woody?"
she opened her eyes, trying to focus. His face swam before her eyes.
"Woody?"
"Hey,
I'm right here"
"My
throat ..." she said putting her hand in his neck with a painful
expression
"Shhh,
don't talk, you were having a tub there like 10 minutes ago" he
said trying to comfort her. She gives an "I don't remember"
look
"Is
okay, just rest" He said stroking her hair "You give to us a
little scare time, everyone's are worried for you, I think the
Foxie was yelled for all"
She
smiling at the comment "Is not her fault, I shouldn't lie
about Marcus to her" she thought "Marcus!" she
remember "Ma…"
"I
know"…Woody said desolately "We still have nothing on that Jo,
I'm sorry, but Bug and the new girls are working on, those girls
are fantastic's Jordan …I don't think the Garret would let them
go" he says with a grin "And…"
"You
are awake!"...Lily said entering in the room and running on
Jordan bed to hug her "Oh Jordan you worried to us so much!"
"I'm
fine…I just…" Jordan voice faded.
"You
have to rest"…Lily said gently but her face change suddenly "Oh
Woody! They have a second message!"
"What!"
he yelled
"Yeah
it comes with a Roses bouquet for Jordan, Garret and the others
already back to the morgue. Well Garret just order to my stay with
Jordan" Lily replies
"Yeah
she can't..." Woody couldn't stand up from the chair…Jordan
squeeze his hand. He gives a puzzle look to her.
"Don't…"
she whispered giving to him a scared look
"I'm
going to buy a coffee, you want one Woody? Lily said fastest, she
knows the she have to get out there.
"Sure"
Woody said. Lily nod and leave the room.
"What
wrong?" he asks when they were alone again
"I…just
don't…" she starts
"Lily
is going to be here Jor" he said softly
"Is
not the same…" she replies with a whisper
"But
I have to…" he starts to argue
"Please"…she
played and makes it an effort to finish the sentence…"Just…until
I falls sleep, please"
"Sure…"
he said surrender by her plays.
But
she couldn't sleep, she tried, but all the memories were backing to
her head, the air, the words, the fear mixed with her olds Diggers
memories…suddenly it became in horrible nightmares. He was there
closing her coffin, saying the she would die…the she never…
"No!..."
Jordan tried to get up for the bed
"Hey,
hey"…Woody said taking her and putting back on the pillows "It
was just a dream, Jordan" …He said taking her hands. She hangs
strongly to him, embracing it, putting her head against his chest,
shaking at the memory of his nightmares. Woody felt as all her body
shivered and attracted it towards to him as close he could, try to
drive away her fears.
"Please
…don't…" she said with wet eyes
"Okay
you win" He said smiling.
"Stay
here…" She pointed to her bed…he was sitting there now, but for
all the evening he was in the chair next to her bed.
He
smiled to her and placed in the bed, putting one arm over her head
and the other in her waist. Jordan hand was clutching the front of
his shirt as tightly as she could. He rests his head against her to
plant a soft kiss, and suddenly he was losing in a deep sleep to.
Lily
returns to Jordan's room with the coffees, thinking the may be
Woody wasn't there anymore. She open the door just a little to see
if…she smile at the picture of those two together "Well" she
said cheery to herself…"I guess the Woody wouldn't return to
the case…yet"
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"Roses,
roses still I can see, roses, roses still below to me
Two
lion's trapped for life, one is in the other is out
One
you already have, the other is going to died"
"Roses,
roses, they'll still be mine
The
fatal kiss is the bite of the poison plant
Like
a déjà vu, the lion shall fall, waiting for the fatal
kiss
Of
the one who was never meant to love him.
The
one he was meant to hurt the head"
"The
fatal kiss will seal my own; a rose still belongs to me,
Kisses,
kisses, the passion will grow
Slowly
the bewitched lion will stay forever
Waiting
for the passion to find its way to his heart"
"Fast,
fast you must be, they are hungry and one lethal is
Her
lips are waiting to touch the desperate rose.
Hurry!
Hurry!...if you don't want to see
Roses,
roses on a grave"
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The
place was dark; it seemed to be the deepest hole in the earth. Cold,
wet and silence, an incredible silence, you can even swore, you can
hear trees and plants growing.
"Stupid
fools" he thought "They think we're in two places...I
knew they would never check for the other one, when the found the
Leah name...haha...see?" he looked at the men behind him...
"I'm
smarter than them...And here we are Marcus...certainly you are
going too die. It seems I underestimate the talent of those two girls
that I decided to bring to the case. Some things are not what you
thought...that French detective surprises me as well...she looks
son tiny and sweet...exactly like a poisonous flower" He laugh "
You don't understand?...well you see…most of the flowers there
are poison are very beautiful and looks so innocents….but...they
aren't. But now, it's just you and me...nobody else...Oh, I can
give you one happiness...the Irish rose is safe...so a least that
precious little missy is going to stay alive...after all, it's
not like I care, she wasn't part of my plans..."
"Foxie"...Marcus
said
"Yeah,
always her...I could kill the young Detective from Wisconsin, you
know...but I think" he said with an evil grin..."the Foxie
would cry more over you than him"
"What
the..." Marcus start to reply
"Don't
be so modest men" he gives to Marcus a sarcastic expression..."You
think…I don't know what is going on between you two?...please
don't think you can fool me..."
"Foxie
and I we don't have a" Marcus start but…Alex cut him off
"Relationship…I
know, so then is just friend advantages?...casual sex…nothing
more…" Alex said with an evil grin "But I still have something
especial saved just for her...nothing will ever compare with the
kind of death I want for her...Such shame that you are not going to
be here to see it or try to save her" ...he laugh, enchanted with
his own conclusion. "I don't know how long is going to take
them…but since the I sent a second message...I'm very sure
they're not going to think about the first again...for a
while..."
Marcus
heard Alex calling something...A strange sound in the floor make
his skin shiver, something was moving there, slow, silence….
"Hey
little missy...you have work to do...make my self proud of you
and do exactly want I tell you to do...she is a very good student
Marcus...she learn very well...how to kill her victim...isn't
gorgeous?"
Marcus
couldn't help wondering who was the one helping Alexander. "One
of their own? Now that's betray!" Even when his mind raced
trying to find someone to blame, he couldn't. He trusted those people
and he knew he could trust them. So, who the hell was...
Something
cold, very cold was in his legs, and that thing was moving….Marcus
feel the panic rise in his heart. He has his eyes blinded with some
black piece. But what he couldn't see, he could feel.
"So shame you can't see it. She is so beautiful, just like her partners here, but she is the only who is…Lethal. You know Marcus...Charlotte...hate snakes. So I don't think the she comes to rescue you"...he laughs…" Is very traumatic see how your best friend died, because a snake "bitten' her, at the eight years old."
Marcus froze. He was locked up in a room waiting for death with snakes. The detective couldn't tell how many were there, but he could tell the room was full of them. "Shit!" Marcus felt a snake moving. And another and another and another…Immediately he remembered a conversation with Foxie.
Flashback
They
were still lying down for no good reason. Foxie adjusted the pillow
under her head as Marcus put his arms around her waist. Even though
none of them would admit, they enjoyed the closeness of their bodies.
"So..."
he sighed.
"So."
she said sarcastically.
"Since
we've already talked about our favorite things, what are the least
favorites?"
Marcus
asked for the lack of a better subject.
"I
absolutely hate snakes." Foxie answered. "When I was a kid,
my friend was bitten by one and she passed away."
"I'm
sorry." Marcus tried to smile.
"It
was a long time ago." Foxie shook her head telling him it was ok
"Your partner has been asking around." she changed the
subject.
"About
what?" Marcus raised an eyebrow curious.
"Detective
Scott believes there's "something" going on between us."
"'Something'
is a good definition." Marcus gave it some thought "Especially
because it doesn't define much."
"Good
point." Foxie agreed with a chuckle.
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Foxie was trapped in her own memories…How his feeling start to betray her own decision of not going for relationship…She tried to let her go that thinking's…looking for the window….The sun was arising, a new day was coming…..hundreds of lives were getting ready for a common day, get to work, pass the day and come back to home. She looks tired and worried, so worried, more then what she really want to be.
"But….that
men….it was suffering, God knows what"….and if she knows Alex
well, she can swore, it would be worst for Marcus, on what happened
to Jordan. After all Alex knows, she can bet for that, the she and
Marcus we're "more" than just two co-workers.
"Is
my fault" Foxie thought miserably "I should never have had
"something" with him. I just putting him in danger." A few
tears started down her cheeks, a silence warning of what her heart
was saying, but what her mind refuses to believe. "How long could
it be?"….she thought…"How much we have to wait
for….something". She needs fresh air, soon, be behind those walls
make her fells so lost.
Foxie
watch the city from the ceiling of the morgue's building . A city the
she start to hate, it was like a sick nightmare that falls you over
and over, and repeat the same patron all the time, to where ever you
go. A single bird starts to sing, for what to her ears sound like a
sad song, a goodbye hymn. The panic full's her heart; take away any
hope the she can have in the deepest places of her soul.
The
bird sings again…low and slow….and then suddenly….falls to the
floor. Foxie walks to the bird and look to them…Her cold hands
taken and slowly her fingers touching the bird's wings.
"Now
you can't ever go to fly…again…like me" she whispers "A
bird can have wings, but if nobody gives to you…when you can get it
one's?" her tears start to falls more frequently over the bird
body. "So this is a goodbye….a Goodbye forever" she hides his
head between his legs. The fresh morning, was interrupted by her
lakes and painful sobs.
