Come
on guys! This is where your vote counts. This story could take two
routes:
1) Slash
2) Friendship
My original thought was to go with Slash, but several people have said they didn't want it to be. So! Leave reviews, tell me whether to go with Slash or Friendship.
And oops, just realised the last 2 chapters didn't start with 'in hindsight'. So only Dr C centred chapters will start with in hindsight.
Apologies for rushing in to things and general crappiness.
Enjoy!
"I'm
going to the police."
"No!"
Dr Cox glared. "Trisha,
this has gone beyond threats. This is actual murder. This guy's
dangerous."
"What can the police do? We have no idea who it is."
"Wake up Eliza, that's what they're for! The whole reason the police are around is to protect those too weak to defend their own asses. Like you, for example."
"But…."
Perry
sighed. "Newbie. Do you realise what will happen otherwise? This
guy will keep on killing. Strangers first. Then that intern you
passed in the hall the other week, and that woman who always orders
the same as you in the canteen. Then it'll be the people no one
really cares about like Peepants or Ted or someone."
JD sighed. "Shuddup." He said tiredly. Perry ignored him.
Sooner
or later, the people are gonna be closer and your friends are gonna
be the ones in a coffin. And you'll keep blaming yourself when
Ghandi and Barbie kick the bucket, because you knew about this all
along and you never did anything………"
JD was shaking his
head, denying it, although he knew the man was right.
"And then it'll be the most important person dying, me. This stupid bastard seems to have a kind of vendetta against me: probably envious of my hair, or my body, or my genius….."
JD wished he could whistle like Dr Cox could so he could bring the man out of his ego inspired rambling. Instead he was stuck there.
"….and then you'll go insane with guilt cuz all your friends are dead, and then Mr Lovely Stalker Man, everyone's best friend, will show up and pump you full of lead."
JD
sighed, once more. "If I agree will you shut up?"
"Well I
don't see why you don't worship the sound of my voice, but yeh,
pretty much.
"Okay then! To the police station!"
"We've
got work."
"Fine then. Shifts, then to the police station! And
yes, Gretta, you may ride in my car since your scooter 'thing'
isn't around. But I have rules: no eating, no drinking, and if you
once refer to my car as 'the Coxmobile' you're being dumped on
the side of the road.
"Damn" JD muttered under his breath. "I won't."
"Good, good, Shelly."
They were halfway Perry's house, having decided to go there first so Perry could change, when he realised something.
"You still haven't told me why you were out in the rain."
JD
gave him a funny look. "There's not that much to it. I ran out,
it was raining."
"You gotta think. There must have been
something else. Why didn't you come back inside when you realised
God or Allah or Spongebob had emptied his bathtub on you?"
"Spongebob?" Dr Cox glared. "Sorry. No reason real…..wait! I remember! I tried to go back inside but the doors were locked."
"Get real Joanna. Every door in the whole hospital was locked?"
"Every exit and entrance I know of."
"Didn't anyone notice?" JD shrugged. "It was quite late. No one wanted to leave or come in."
"Not
even a puke covered drunk-as-a-skunk teenager?"
"Not one.
Guess even they didn't want to be out in that weather.
"Huh." The car pulled up at Perry's house. JD saw it before the older did.
"Shit." He breathed. Perry was facing away, didn't see what was there.
"What?" he asked, half nervously, half bewildered.
"Turn around, but don't freak." This, of course, had just made him more confused. He swivelled round. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped.
The house was wrecked. The large, clear window near the front was smashed, the door kicked down. The flowers Jordan had made him plant, which he had secretly come to love, were trampled into the dirt. He slid out the car, wide eyed Newbie following. Thick black smoke was pouring out the window and door. Crouching down, they made it into the lounge that had the broken window. The normally cream carpet was brown with mud and dirt that had been hammered into it. The widescreen television was gone, with no trace left behind. The sofa was alight with small flames, growing larger by the second. Perry quickly beat them out, JD standing by: looking and feeling quite useless. He leant out of the window to get some fresh air. He noticed something.
"Dr Cox!" he called. The man came over. JD pointed to the glass scattering the pavement outside.
"It's on the outside. This window was broken from inside."
"Well thank you Shelly Holmes." Dr Cox said sarcastically. "Bu the real evidence here is that!" But JD had left for somewhere. Perry sighed, and studied it himself. A trail of scarlet liquid lead from the window to mid lawn. Apparently escaping had been more painful than the bastards had hoped. Perry hopped out of the window, barely missing the broken glass. He picked a few blood encrusted blades of glass and shoved them in his pocket. Evidence. Evidence was good. JD reappeared, smiling slightly. "This is the only room that's been touched. I think they must have seen your car coming. It would explain the wet blood."
"It's wet?" Perry asked.
"Yeh. It looks it, at least. I'll check." JD jumped through the window too, swearing slightly as his arm was sliced open near the top."
"You okay Susan?" Perry asked, not turning around.
"Fine!" JD snapped, embarrassed. He bent down and ran a finger along the blood. "Yup." He held his hands up. Scarlet red, blood red.
"Is that all Alice?" Dr Cox said, looking bored and leaning against the wall. "I could of done that!"
"Then why didn't you?" JD cried.
"Laughs. Plus I'd have to move." JD shook his head slightly at his mentor's casual manner, and began to follow the trail. "I feel like a detective! Just like Turner and Hooch. I could be Turner and Turk could be Hooch……." Dr Cox whistled loudly before JD could drift off. The young doctor shot him a death look, before following the trail until he came to a seemingly untouched bush. He frowned and reached below the shrub to find something he wished he hadn't.
"Perry." Perry would of condemned the use of his first name if he hadn't noticed the urgency in JD's tone. He ran over.
"Crap." His eyes grew wide as he took in what was before him. A knife. A sharp, blood soaked knife. JD picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
"Oh god…" he breathed, his t shirt becoming stained with blood.
"Oh god…." Perry echoed, staring at the weapon. Neither of them heard the siren until JD was face down in the dirt.
"What the hell?" JD shrieked, twisting as his hands were pulled up behind him."
"John Dorian?" A deep voice asked.
"Yes! But what's…"
"You have the right to remain silent." Perry went to speak, but was too pushed to the ground.
"So there were two men." A different voice said. "Sick."
"Would someone please tell me what's going on?" he whimpered. Boy, had he had a crap week.
"Doctor John Dorian. You are being charged with the murder of Doug Murphy."