Death, MD

by DancingStar01

Lindsay Donner loves her job at the hospital. But then she gets hit by a lightning and then she can hear the thoughts of other people. Lindsay notices, how one of her patients is planing an murder. ALL CHAPTERS ONLINE! Pairing: C/L

2. Chapter 2

Title: Death, MD Chapter 2
Author: Dancing Star
Crossover: PSI Factor / Sue Thomas FBEye
Pairing: Connor / Lindsay,
Rating: 16
Category: AU, Crime, Mystery, Romance (Warning: This story is VERY different!)
What happens: Lindsay Donner loves her job at the hospital. But then she gets hit by a lightning and can read the thoughts of the people around her. Lindsay notices as one of her patients is planning a murder. She tries to prevent the murder.
Notes: The idea for this story is mine, but the characters aren´t. If this story sounds familiar to you: Congratulations. You have found me. :-)

Death, MD Chapter 2

As it was getting late, the group left Margaritaville. Connor and Lindsay crossed the street to get to the other side of the sidewalk.
"Would you go out with me again tomorrow?", Connor suddenly asked, while they were walking side by side.
"What?"
"I want to ask you if you would like to go out with me tomorrow."
"No. So, I... I don´t know... Did Sue also tell you that I have a son?", Lindsay asked. The next moment, she wondered if it was the right thing to go like a bull at a gate.
"Yes, she hasn´t missed."
"His name is Caleb," she continued, "He is the most important person in my life."
"Where is Caleb today?"
"At home. It is the first day in the summer vacation. He probably is watching TV all day and playing video games... We call each other as often as possible."
"Where's his dad?", Connor asked.
"No idea," Lindsay admitted honestly, "I became pregnant in college and I haven´t seen Caleb's father since then. I have no idea where he is or what he does today. Probably you now think I am a terrible person, because I don´t even know his real name. He was just a one night stand", Lindsay admitted, "But I do remember is he was a member of a college band."
"May I get to know Caleb?"
"I don´t know...", she hesitated.
"You don´t want that I get to know him."
"No. But... When Caleb was a baby I was almost invisible to men. You can imagine why. Neither man wanted to take responsibility for a small child in case the relationship really worked. And the older Caleb was then, the harder it was for him to have to watch how my relationships were shattered and he lost persons who where important to him, because they could be his new father." They passed by a group of tourists, waiting for the fountain show at the Bellagio hotel finally began.
"This is a great life, hm?", she asked, snorted a laugh, "I have a job where I earned almost nothing, a marijuana addict father and a son who has problems at school and I live with my sister." They found an empty place on the stone railing and leaned on it. Her eyes fell on the dark surface of the water. Brightly lit fountains shot out of the water and from the speakers echoed as background music Viva Las Vegas by Elvis Presley.
"What about your mother?", Connor asked, hoping that he wasn´t too intrusive.
"She has left the family when my sister and I were about one year old. Dad says he woke up one morning and she was no longer there. She took her clothes and her car. Police found her car a few days later at an abandoned rest stop on a highway in northern Nevada... Dad has an album in which he has collected all the newspaper articles about Moms disappearance. "
Connor waited a moment and ended their awkward silence, "Do you forgive me if I ask you, if your parents may have had marital problems."
"When Laura and I were old enough to understand, Dad told us the police at that time even thought he had something to do with her disappearance." She remembered the newspaper article in the album of her father .The title was "Husband is not responsible for the disappearance of a resident".
"I think my mother didn´t handle the stress," Lindsay tried to explain. Sometimes, she wondered, however, how terribly she and Laura had been as children, so that their mother had run away. But she wouldn´t talk about this topic now. The fountains - show was over now and the crowd of tourists in front of the Bellagio hotel was dismissed.
"I should take you home," Lindsay suggested, "I have a six year old boy sitting at home and waiting for me."

Connor lived in a house with a view of Lake Mead and Lindsay was amazed when she saw the building. "This is a very nice house."
"Thank you..."
As far as she knew, the residential area around Lake Mead was very exclusive and expensive. His house stood in the front row near an invisible line. Behind this line, it was forbidden to build more houses because the land belonged to the government of the state.
"Would you like to come in? I owe you a drink after you've been my taxi driver today", Connor asked, after he had gotten out. In the night it was always cool in Nevada, although daytime temperatures exceeded the 40 degree mark with ease.
"No," Lindsay said, then she corrected herself, "So: No thanks. My son is waiting for me."
"I forgot," Connor apologized, "It wasn´t intentional."
"You spoil me," Lindsay said and turned off the engine, pulled the emergency brake and got out. She had no idea why she had now changed her mind.
They entered the house together and Lindsay found it was even more beautiful from the inside than from the outside. The house was obviously set up by an architect.
"Did you start your travel this morning from here to the hospital?",she asked incredulously. Lake Mead was located about 45 miles away from Las Vegas.
"There is a bus service to the city," he replied, "Thank you again, for taking me home." He went to the window and pushed a designer curtain aside. Somewhat disgruntled, he found out his car was still provided with a wheel clamp. Then he went to the bar, which was in his living room and asked Lindsay what she wanted to drink.
"I still have to drive," she said, "Can I have a soft drink?"
"Sure."
"So, Connor," Lindsay sat on the couch, "Explain to me how a doctor with our salary is able to pay such a fancy house. I can´t even pay my son´s school at the end of the month."
"The house is not mine. Anyway, not really. It belongs to my mother, but she spends most of the year in New York..."
"Is you mother someone I should know?"
"No one from the tabloids," he smiled, "She has inherited a lot of money from my grandfather."
"And your father?"
"Is that a examination?", he wanted to know.
"No," Lindsay took a sip of her alcohol-free cocktail and didn´t let him out of sight, "You also have interrogated me today when we were at the Bellagio Hotel... So: What about your father?"
"Don´t know. I have never met my father."
Lindsay put the glass down. "My God," she said, sounding a bit shocked, "It's like with me and Caleb... I am reassured that you become a doctor."
"What do you mean?", Connor's brow wrinkled.
"Well... There are statistics that say children of single mothers are more likely to become crime criminals because don´t have an authoritarian, male role model."
"Exceptions prove the rule," Connor said, "I believe, your son is a good boy."
"He is. Thank you."
"Anyway, I have never met my real father. My mother got married when I was five years old. Chris was a good guy. He has even adopted me... Three years later, they gotdivorced again and my mother and I moved from Los Angeles to New York."
Lindsay looked at him and then put the glass on the table. She was frantically.
"What's going on?", Connor wanted to know.
"I gotta go!"
"Did I say something wrong?", Connor called after her as she literally ran to the door.
"No," Lindsay replied, before she left the house and got into the gold Trans Am of her father. "But you thought," she added a little quieter.

The next morning Lindsay drove to the police station to report that Mr. Weaver had planned a murder in her presence. When she turned off the Trans Am and waited outside the police station, she began to have doubts. When she´d tell the policeman about it, she had to explain to them how she knew. They could consider her crazy when she admitted she could hear the thoughts of other people. Her inner eye could see how the obese men laughed about her. She wondered if she should really do it. And then she reached for the ignition key of the car and drove the Trans Am back off the parking lot. Lindsay made her way to the hospital. When she got into the elevator in the parking garage, her eyes fell again on the car of her father. She had to get rid of the car, she thought, because it didn´t fit her. The elevator stopped at the emergency room and Lindsay got out. Immediately a crowd came to meet her and Lindsay jumped aside. Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away. "Finally you're here," Sue murmured, when she led Lindsay through the corridor.
"What's going on?", Lindsay wanted to know.
"Counter-question: Where have you been? You're late."
"I was at the police station," Lindsay replied and Sue stopped right in the corridor. "And? What did they say?"
"Nothing. I went away again... Believe me, I have a guilty conscience", Lindsay said," I would do anything if I could prevent Mister Weavers planned act ..." This required she knew who he intended to kill.
Now Lindsay noted that more people than usual were in the emergency department today, "What is going on here? I was almost overrun by some people who don´t work on this floor."
Suddenly Sue's expression changed. She looked worried and it almost seemed as if she would have to think for a second if she should tell her. "Professor Sawyer is dead," she confessed.
"Is that true?", Lindsay asked incredulously. She ran to the crowd of people who had gathered in front of the entrance door to their break room.
It was a terrible picture: Professor Sawyer, director of the emergency room, sat on a chair. His head was tilted back and Lindsay saw the bullet wound on his chin immediately. Next to the chair was a gun. On the floor and on the wall were countless drops of blood.
Sue also fought her way through the crowd and stood beside Lindsay. "Oh God," she put her hands to her mouth when she saw some parts of flesh lying on the ground. She guessed it had to be brain mass.
"What...", Lindsay's voice trembled and a team of forensics who examined the crime scene for the police, looked at her, "What happened here?"
"Are you an employee the emergency room?", the man asked.
"Yes," Lindsay nodded, "I didn´t know that Professor Sawyer has a weapon."
Everything pointed out that Sawyer had shot himself. But she couldn´t figure out why he had done this. Another man, a policeman, sent the onlookers away. But just before he closed the door to the break room, so the crime scene could work undisturbed, Lindsay heard how one of the men pointed to his colleagues that Sawyer couldn´t have shot himself because the bullet angle didn´t fit and the man brought the ball with tweezers from the blood-stained wall behind Sawyer's chair.
Sue swallowed and tried to get some fresh air, as she met Lindsay at the front desk of the emergency room. "I did not know Sawyer has a gun," she admitted, wiping a tear from her face with a handkerchief.
"Me neither."
They saw how Peter now also fought his way through the crowd. "Is that true," he asked them, "I have heard some people talking in the parking lot that Sawyer is dead."
Lindsay opened her mouth to reply, but Sue interrupted her: "Yes, that's right. " Peter looked concerned and he just noticed out of the corner of his eye how another, dark-haired man was now standing next to him.
"What happened?", he asked. Connor had been in the emergency room often, but he had never seen so many people here. He already knew Sue but he didn´t knew Peter.
"Peter, that's Connor Doyle from the radiology department," she said, "Connor, that's my best friend Peter."
"Hi. Nice to meet you", the two shook hands and Connor suddenly looked terribly seriously," Was there an accident? "
"Professor Sawyer is dead, he shot himself in our break room," Sue replied. She needed a new handkerchief.
Connor also looked concerned and Peter said goodbye to them. His shift had started ten minutes ago. So Lindsay, Sue and Connor stayed back alone at the reception.
Sue noticed the tense situation, so she went behind the desk and seemed to be searching for something. "The evening yesterday was very nice," Connor suddenly said to Lindsay, "Would be great if we could repeat that sometime."
"Yes," she nodded and was relieved when Connor went. Of course she had answer to all kinds of Sue´s questions: Sue wanted to know where they were and what they had done. Lindsay hoped Sue would lose interest when she learned the apparent date was a kind of football briefing. "What's wrong with you?", Sue asked, leaning over the counter and her forehead furrowed.
"He has a secret", Lindsay answered, as she watched how Connor got into the elevator at the other end of the corridor.
"Which one?"
Lindsay knew she couldn´t tell Sue. So she lied: "I can´t tell you," she said, "Because I don´t know. Otherwise it wouldn´t be a secret anymore."
"Does he know your secret, too?", Sue wanted to know. So she wanted to ask if Lindsay had told him she could read minds.
"No. Too many people already know about this."

Half the workforce was sent home and the emergencies were sent to the surrounding hospitals. Lindsay had to do office stuff, so she sat down in her office and worked until the afternoon. When she came out of her office, the emergency room was deserted. She could hear some noises from the break room. Apparently the police were still busy to investigate the crime scene.
Without lunch, she made her way to the police. One of the policemen had brought her a letter today during the day. It was a summons. She should come for an interview in her lunch break. Lindsay knew they wanted to interview her because of Professor Sawyer's death.
At the police station she had to wait about ten minutes then Lindsay was taken to a room in which a table and two chairs stood. One wall was covered with a one-way mirror. Lindsay had to wait another ten minutes, when two men entered the room.
"Miss Lindsay Donner, I'm Agent Holland, this is Agent Hudson," a dark-skinned said man to her. On his jacket hung a CIA badge, which he quickly put into the pocket of his jacket.
"Miss Donner, you know Professor Sawyer from the emergency room?"
"Yes," Lindsay nodded and she didn´t believe it sounded like a question.
"How long have you been working together?"
"For about two years. He's my boss."
"He is the successor of Jonathan Heathrow, is that correct?", Agent Hudson didn´t look at her when he asked this question and flipped through his file, "Your colleagues told me it was difficult at that time to cope with the death of Jonathan Heathrow."
Lindsay saw through him immediately: "Jon Heathrow was my teacher, my role model. He died in a traffic accident...! By the way, I'm not the only person who needed psychological treatment after his death."
If they only knew what she had seen at that time...! She still remembered the day when the whole team had returned after a trip. Then they all entered their cars and wanted to go home. Lindsay was a few feet in front of Heathrow and his motorcycle. At the intersection of Tropicana Avenue, in front of the New York New York Hotel and the MGM hotel, he had overtaken her and she could see how he drifted into the center of the road and would almost raced into a truck. The truck tore off Jon´s head. Lindsay had stopped her car immediately. But what could she do? In her study she learned that the human body can´t survive without a brain and vice versa.
"Did you and Jon Heathrow have a relationship?", Agent Holland asked, who had held back until now.
"What?!"
"Did you have a relationship? Did you want to take revenge on James Sawyer, because he was the new head of the emergency room after Professor Heathrow's death?"
"What!? No! I neither had an affair with Jon Heathrow, nor was I bothered when Professor Sawyer became my new boss."
"Sawyer has given you and your colleagues some bad reviews in your personnel file in the last year..."
"I don´t know." That wasn´t even a lie. Lindsay had never seen her personnel file but she had to admit she was very interested.
"All right...", CIA agent Hudson seemed to be annoyed, "Why was Professor Sawyer in the emergency room yesterday?"
"He was on night shift," Lindsay answered. She read Agent Hudson´s thoughts and learned he had studied their rosters. The nurses were also part of his interview list.
"Night shift for the team leader? That's pretty unusual..."
She shrugged her shoulders. From time to time he participated in the shifts. Perhaps it was only coincidence that Sawyer had been on night shift yesterday.
"Where did Professor Sawyer get the gun from?", Agent Hudson asked.
"I don´t know," Lindsay answered truthfully, "I didn´t even know he ever owned a gun."
The agent looked at her. "It wasn´t his weapon," he thought and of course, Lindsay had heard. She tried to hide her surprise.
"How well do you know Professor Sawyer?"
"He's my boss. We usually don´t meet after work but I know Sawyer spends a lot of time on the golf course..."
"Where have you been yesterday in the evening from 8 p.m. to 11 p.m.?"
"I was at Margaritaville. Ask the people of radiology. They were with me all the time."
She watched how Agent Holland grabbed his cell phone and called someone. Apparently a colleague. He asked the person on the other end of the phone if that was true. Then he nodded to Agent Hudson.
"Why are you interested in the death of Professor Sawyer?", Lindsay asked, "Why is the CIA interested?... It wasn´t a suicide, am I right?"
"That's enough!", Agent Hudson rose from his chair and he and his colleague left Lindsay alone in the interview room.

After the survey, Lindsay didn´t know if she now needed a bottle of whiskey, or whether she should cry out loud. No one had ever accused her of such a terrible crime. A strange feeling spread through her stomach and she wondered why exactly she was involved in this.
On the way back to the hospital Lindsay stopped the car at the parking lot of a small supermarket, got out and entered the store. She decided it was too early in the day for alcohol. She also had to work. In the refrigerated counter, she reached for a sandwich and a bottle of milkshake. Then she made her way to the checkout and joined a queue of waiting people. "She has been jostles," she heard the voice of an old woman. Lindsay turned around and saw that behind her actually an old woman was standing with shopping cart. She had been a little faster than the old lady and therefore arrived slightly earlier at checkout.
Lindsay decided she wouldn´t give attention.
"I have forgotten Bananas," a voice said and Lindsay turned around so she could identify the owner of the female voice.
"Where is my wallet?"
"Mommy has only 23 dollars." These were the thoughts of a little girl.
"The wine bottle fell from the band..."
"This stupid supermarket has no chocolate." A man who bought candy bars instead.
"He complains again, because we have no chocolate." The cashier.
The voices grew louder and united into a powerful buzz. Lindsay couldn´t determine to which voice belonged to which owner.
Her head ached like crazy. The sandwich and Milkshake fell to the ground and Lindsay hurried out of the supermarket as fast as she could. In the parking lot she sat behind the steering wheel of her gold Trans Am and then went back to the hospital.

After Lindsay had returned to the hospital, there was still silence in the emergency room. In some rooms, the light was turned off and in an office rang a telephone. Lindsay thought it was almost scary to be here alone. But she took advantage of this day to work up her paperwork. After what had happened in the supermarket, Lindsay was also grateful for every moment of silence.
She wanted to spend her break at the cafeteria, where she met Connor. "Hi," he smiled and with a strange feeling in her stomach, she smiled back. She thought he was hiding something from her.
"How's it going in the radiology today?", she asked and took a cup of cappuccino on a coffee machine.
"There is more going on than in the emergency room."
"Really funny," she replied with a wry smile and Connor apologized immediately.
"Why don´t you come to your new department, like the others from the emergency room?", Connor asked now.
"Because in the emergency room I have my own computer in my own office," Lindsay replied, "Do you have any idea how many germs and bacteria reside on keyboards, which are used by several people?", she didn´t sound as if she wanted an answer.
"I can imagine," Connor muttered, "Did I say something wrong yesterday? I only ask because you suddenly run away, as I was about to tell you my life story..."
"No, it's just..."
The coffee machine in front of her made a strange noise, then the plastic cups blocked the machine and a blast of coffee shot out of the device. Lindsay took a step back. "Even the coffee machine is against me," she murmured.
"What do you mean?," Connor's brow wrinkles. She didn´t tell him she had spent her lunch break at the police department today and that the CIA was interested in Professor Sawyer´s death.
"Why are you drinking this coffee at all?," Connor asked, "The coffee from the machine tastes terrible." But then he knew the answer: "Is it about the fact that the machine can´t contaminate your cup with bacteria?"
"Almost correct."
"You know the machine isn´t cleaned every day?"
"But no one touches my cup."
"May I invite you for a cup of coffee anyway?"
"I think that's fine," Lindsay agreed. They walked away from the defective machine, picked two cups of coffee at the food counter and sat down at a free table. Sue and some nurses were sitting at the next table and also drank coffee. "When the machine was still working," Lindsay thought.
"I have to show you something," Sue then grabbed an envelope and put the sheet of paper on the table. "This must be a joke", Sue said incredulously and handed Lindsay the envelope, "I´m invited for an interview at the police. They want to ask me some questions about Professor Sawyer's death!"
"Calm down," another nurse said to her, "Everyone who works in the emergency room was invited."
"Unfortunately," Lindsay murmured into her cup. She reluctantly thought back to her interview and she would prepare Sue in a quiet moment.

When their break was over Connor accompanied her to the elevators. There, they were intercepted by a man from the hospital board, which asked them to pick up some personal items for Professor Sawyer's children from his office. Lindsay agreed and because the police had already searched Sawyer's office, it was no problem to get some items for them.
Connor promised to accompany Lindsay. "Sawyer was divorced," Lindsay told, while they entered the elevator together, "He has two grown up children." When they reached the office of Professor Sawyer, she hesitated for a second. She hardly dared to enter the room. Finally, she turned on the light and came in.
Sawyer's office was tidy. During his lifetime, the doctor had been a very thorough person. His framed certificate hung on the wall and there were also framed photos of friends or people he had met at Doctors without borders or celebrities, which he had met during his time in New York.
"What are we going to bring his children?", Lindsay asked. She reached for a photo that showed Professor Sawyer with a pretty, brown-haired woman. The woman had to be in Professor Sawyer´s age. They stood together in front of a theater on Broadway and smiling at the camera. Lindsay had the feeling she knew the woman. She had seen her before, but she had no idea where.
"How about this?", Connor wanted to know. He had discovered a photo of the doctor with his children and his ex-wife on Professor Sawyer's desk.
"That's a good idea," Lindsay replied. She and Professor Sawyer never were particularly close, but now she had to wipe a tear from her face. "We should also take the desk lamp," she suggested, "Sawyer loved this lamp... I think he has purchased it from an antique dealer in Cape Town, when he worked for Doctors without Borders."
"All right," Connor pushed the desk aside so he could reach the plug. When he tried to pull the plug, he had to ask Lindsay for help: The massive desk was heavy and he couldn´t push away the piece of furniture. So he couldn´t reach the plug and because Lindsay was narrower than he, she might succeeded.
He watched as Lindsay pulled at the cable. Then she gave him the desk lamp and the photo of Sawyer and his family.
Connor left the office first and Lindsay followed him. She stopped for a moment in front of the filing cabinet, looking at the photos that showed Sawyer with celebrities. The frame and the photo which showed the professor and the beautiful, brown-haired woman had disappeared.
Lindsay made sure that the picture frame hadn´t fallen from the filing cabinet, but she couldn´t find it when Connor already called after her.

Lindsay left the hospital on time at the end of her shift and looked out for Connor. She shook her head when she caught herself doing this. Connor had a secret. And she was perhaps the only person who knew about it. Lindsay didn´t know if this mad her extra special and she decided she´d be something special when Connor would tell her his secret. Instead, she had spied on him...
Lindsay parked the car in front of Laura's house and got out. Peter and his fiancée Claire had agreed to take care of Caleb today after Peter was one of the people who had been send home by police. Laura was scheduled for a double shift at the hospital and couldn´t take care of her nephew.
"Where is Peter?", Lindsay wanted to know and Claire who was sitting in the kitchen and read a gossip magazine, replied: "He's upstairs and takes Caleb to bed." So Lindsay decided to go upstairs and get changed there. In her Hello Kitty pajama pants and pink t-shirt she went to Caleb's room and stopped in the doorway. She listened to the story Peter told him. "Hey, your mom is at home," he remarked and then glanced at the clock, "It's late. I'll tell you the end of the story tomorrow."
Caleb acknowledged this with "okay" and Peter got up.
"Can you please look under the bed?", Caleb suddenly asked.
"Why?"
"I want to make sure that no monster is under the bed."
"All right," Peter gave in, knelt beside the bed and reached out a hand. Suddenly he began to twitch and to call for help. His legs thrashed and Caleb began to scream. "Mom! Mom! Help!", he cried. Peter played his role, while Lindsay was still standing in the doorway and shook her head, rolling her eyes.
Finally, Peter gave up: He rose from the ground, stroked once over Caleb's head and left his room. "Was that really necessary?", Lindsay asked, "He doesn´t sleep for days now."
"He's a big boy and he can cope with that," Peter tried to calm her. They went down stairs. Finally, Peter could no longer hold back his curiosity and asked: "How ´s everybody in the hospital doing?"
"We have received interview invitations to the police," Lindsay replied, "When do you have to make a statement?"
"Tomorrow."
"You're lucky," she said, "I had an appointment today during the lunch break." Lindsay told him now she had to come to the police station. The survey was held by CIA agents. "You can be glad if the CIA doesn´t turn around every word in your mouth," she added, "My interview was a disaster." She then told him the CIA agents had assumed she had an affair with her boss Jon Heathrow at that time. "For a second I even thought they want to accuse me of the murder of Professor Sawyer."
"Murder!?", Peter looked surprised and shocked at the same time, "I thought it was suicide!"
They had reached the end of the stairs and now went to Claire, who still sat in the kitchen and read.
"Well, one of the CIA agents has told me..."
This statement made Peter wonder. He didn´t believe that a CIA agent had inadvertently said something. Talkativeness seemed to be an unsuitable property for such a person. "What do you mean?"
"It was ... a coincidence I've figured it out," Lindsay said.
"Are you sure you don´t understand something wrong?"
"I'll know what I've heard," Lindsay defended.
Claire left the gossip magazine on the table and went to the coffee machine to get a new cup. Lindsay turned the issue on the table and discovered a picture of a pretty middle-aged, brown-haired woman who was walking with a dog in New York City. Her name was Elizabeth Harper.
"I know her," Lindsay said.
"Many people do," Peter replied, "The woman is a known heiress."
"I don´t mean this. She´s the woman at Professor Sawyer's photo."
The photo, which had mysteriously disappeared from Professor Sawyer's office after she and Connor had been there.

The next morning, Lindsay appeared with Caleb at her father´s house. Leo Donner was just busy trying to read the morning newspaper when Lindsay entered the house with her own key. "Good morning, Dad," she said to Leo, "Can you care for Caleb?", Lindsay asked and without waiting for an answer, she put Caleb's bag in the hallway. Like every day, which Caleb had to spend away from home, he had brought a bag full of books. His grandfather had once asked him why he didn´t spend the time with video gaming, but Caleb replied the TV of his grandfather had a miserable resolution. Leo had no idea what his grandson meant and he decided he wouldn´t ask for details.
"Why me?", Leo asked, "Can´t your sister take care for Caleb?"
"Laura has to work," Lindsay replied, "Besides, you owe me something."
"Wait a second!," Leo had to think for a moment, "You're driving my car..."
"For which I have paid the insurance."
"...then please explain to me why I owe you something," her father demanded now.
"Because I allow you seeing Caleb even though you´re smoking marijuana secretly."
"This is blackmail!", Leo cried in horror, "I really like spending time with Caleb, but not today."
Lindsay took a deep breath. "Why? Is today something special?"
"I can´t tell you."
"Dad," Lindsay rolled her eyes, "I´ll find out anyway." So she reminded him of her new ability and Leo nodded.
"All right, I'll tell you. I have a job interview."
"That's great... And where?"
"Would you now please...?"
"Fine," she raised her hands, "I have to leave." She found out he had applied for a position in a large organic supermarket chain. Much better than the store where he worked now ...
Then Lindsay turned to Caleb, who had meanwhile settled in the living room on the couch and read a book. "Caleb, we have to go."

Lindsay decided she would ask Peter for help. Because the emergency room was still closed, her friend was sent to the urology today.
"Help me," Lindsay muttered, leaning on the counter. Peter was busy trying to sign some release papers of his patients.
"Why do I have the feeling this won´t end well?," he asked.
"You have to take care of Caleb you today," Lindsay said. She glanced at her son, who was sitting on a chair in the waiting area and read.
"Why?", Peter asked.
"I can´t tell you. Please take care of Caleb."
"How is that going? I'm busy all day."
"Caleb will play at your computer in your office...", because Lindsay knew he hated sharing his computer, she added Caleb could also read his book.
"Why don´t you take care of your son?", Peter replied.
"Oh, come on," Lindsay wailed, "I wouldn´t ask if it wasn´t important… All right, then can I have your days off and you take my shift?"
"What?!." He left the counter and went down a corridor.
"You are available…. And your holiday has nothing to do with Caleb."
"But our boss doesn´t know." The doctor had tried to ask Peter for the night shift next week, but Peter had said he couldn´t cancel his vacation. So he told him about a trip to Greece. "If I help for you, I´ll never have a vacation ... And I only have ten days of vacation."
"Welcome to America, brother," she literally pursued Peter, "And? Will you take care of Caleb? "
"No," Peter now entered an examination room where a patient was waiting for him. "And that's my last word," he said, before he closed the door behind him.

When Lindsay changed clothes for work, she found a note from the hospital administration in her locker: Because the emergency room was still closed, she should come to the ICU today in the case of her appearance (Professor Sawyer had given her three days off). Apparently they could need her support there.
"Mom," Caleb began when they left the locker room, "The emergency room is pretty creepy when no one is here."
"I know," she grabbed his hand and together they walked to the elevator to go to the upper floors. The entire team had been temporarily transferred to other departments. Lindsay had already heard rumors the emergency room would remain closed forever, but she didn´t know if these rumors were true.
"What do we do now, Mom?", Caleb wanted to know from her.
"We are looking for Sue. As far as I know, she was transferred to radiology and I ask her if she can take care of you." She put an arm around Caleb's shoulder. Of course, he wondered why his mother didn´t care about him and because Lindsay could hear his thoughts loud and clear, it was easy to respond to this unspoken question.
"I have some important things to do today," she apologized to him, "You shouldn´t be there."
"I'm not a baby anymore, Mom"
"You're six years old. And I think it´s not good for you, when you see how I have to take care about an accident victim in the ICU... or worse."
Caleb sighed in disappointment.
The intensive care unit and radiology were located on the same floor and a strange feeling came over Lindsay when she walked past Connors office. She saw him sitting behind his desk, so she knocked and when he looked at her, she entered the office.
"Hi," she greeted him.
"Good morning," Connor now noticed the boy she had with her.
"Connor, this is Caleb. Caleb, meet Connor", Lindsay introduced them to each other. In her mind she added she wanted to introduce her son to Connor anyway and now it was more or less planned.
"Hi," Connor and the boy shook hands and even before Lindsay could ask something, Caleb started and interrogation: "Do you know Mom from the emergency room?"
"No, I'm radiologist. I met your mom in the elevator."
"What does a radiologist?", Caleb asked, "Do you repair radios?"
"No," Connor replied, grinning, "To be exact, I spend the day getting other people to be screened with X-rays."
"Cool!"
"Do you want to see my department?"
"Sure!", Caleb was thrilled. Then he discovered the wooden replica of a human brain on the desk. "Is that a brain?", the boy asked.
"You can look at it if you want," Connor said to him, Caleb grabbed the brain eagerly. He thus made his way to the couch, which was also in Connor's office.
"Be careful, okay?", Lindsay and Caleb asked confirmed.
Connor grinned.
"I thought you were a radiologist," she began and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.
"It was a gift from my grandmother. She can´t remember my field of study. She thinks I'm a neurologist and so she gave me a wooden brain in the past year." Both watched as Caleb looked interested at the wooden replica of a brain, as he sat on the black leather couch.
"Does he still have problems at school?", Connor asked suddenly.
Lindsay looked worried, "Is that so obvious?"
"Well..."
"All right," she gave in and folded her hands on the table, "The other kids tease him. He refuses to go to school."
"Why?"
"He didn´t tell me, but... I have found out that kids in school tease him about his grades... I mean, Caleb's a smart guy. He is far ahead than the most children his age. The worst thing is he doesn´t want to talk to me about this." Then she remembered she hadn´t come to talk to him about Caleb. "Where is the photo of Professor Sawyer and Elizabeth Harper?", she asked now without hesitation.
"What?"
"The photo in Sawyer's office. It showed him and this millionaire heiress from New York in front of a theater. When we left the office, I noticed the image is gone. And because we were the only people there and I don´t have the picture, it´s clear to me what had happened."
Connor's brow wrinkles. "I'm sorry. I don´t know what you're talking about."
"You got it, I´m sure..."
"Why should I steal a photo of Sawyer and this... What was her name?"
"Elizabeth Harper."
"Fine. Elizabeth Harper. Why would I steal a photo of the two?"
"Okay," Lindsay got up and called out to Caleb. He put the wooden brain back on the desk. "See you later, Connor," she said goodbye to him and Caleb waved when they left the office.
Lindsay and Caleb searched for Sue, who was now fortunately busy with office work. She agreed to take care of Caleb.

During the lunch break Lindsay was sitting alone in the cafeteria, waiting for Sue and Caleb. However, Sue couldn´t stay because she had to report about Professor Sawyer´s death to the police today.
"I´ll take you there," Lindsay offered and they left the canteen with Caleb and got in the car park and entered in Lindsay's Trans Am. It was hot in the car and Sue first grabbed the air conditioner to find out it wasn´t working.
"Our trip on Friday is canceled by the way," Sue said, "It´s the day of Professor Sawyer´s funeral."
"I almost guessed that", Lindsay muttered.
"And our friend Mr. Weaver has shown up at Desert Springs hospital," Sue told inconsequential.
"How do you know?"
"My friend Jean works at Desert Springs Hospital. She has requested his medical records today... He's a weird guy."
"Yes, I know." Lindsay stared absently through the windshield and of course Sue noticed what was going on. "Would you tell me why you're distracted?"
Before Lindsay replied, she turned to Caleb and was relieved to see he had put the headphones of his iPod in his ears and was now listening to some music.
"Did you know Sawyer's death wasn´t suicidal, but murder?", she asked straight out.
"How do you know...?"
"I learned about this in my survey. One of the men who led the interview has thought of it."
"Who would want to kill Professor Sawyer?," Sue asked.
"If I knew, we wouldn´t have interviews with the CIA."
"CIA?!," Sue's voice was shocked and surprised at the same time.
They drove on the highway past a huge billboard which announced the new Criss Angel - show at the Luxor Hotel. "The guy is incredibly rich," Lindsay muttered, "I would also like to have an ability that people admire."
"Hey!," Sue called. She wanted to remind Lindsay she had an ability for what many people envied her for sure.
"I want to be admired," Lindsay repeated, "Don´t be laughed at."
"No one is laughing about you, Lindsay Donner."
They arrived at the police station after further ten minutes of drive and Lindsay stopped the car in the parking lot. "We are waiting for you," she promised Sue, "Please be careful and don´t let the words turn in your mouth. The people of the CIA will try... "
Before she left, Sue asked the master- question: "Why is the CIA interested in the death of Professor Sawyer?"
"If I only knew ..."

Before Sue had left, Lindsay had suggested she should ask the CIA about their interest in the death of the Professor.
"How shall I do that?", was the first thing Sue had asked before she had left.
Lindsay started the engine, so they could return to the hospital. Their lunch break was almost over and they hadn´t even eaten anything.
"You have quite overwhelmed me," Sue suddenly admitted, "First you tell me Professor Sawyer's death wasn´t suicidal and then you tell me, I'll be interviewed by the CIA..."
"Did you find out why they are interested in Sawyer's death?", Lindsay was steering the car on the highway.
"Of course not," Sue cried, "This CIA agent won´t tell a simple nurse their motive for their presence."
Lindsay hated the fact they still didn´t know what was going on. And they were groping in the dark because they didn´t know what Sawyer had to do with the CIA.

Although cell phones were banned in the ICU, Lindsay didn´t miss to check her mails in a quiet moment. As she did this- hidden on the employee bathroom- the idea came to her that she could take a look at Connor's Facebook profile. So she typed his name in the Search field of the social network and got a list of 20 men that were called Connor Doyle. She scoured the profiles, whether one of the men was Connor, but she wasn´t successful. She tried searching at Twitter, Instagram and other online services and when she couldn´t find him here, she googled his name. She found out there was a Connor Doyle who was the director of a company in Germany and another Connor Doyle was a singer and participant of a British talent show. But Lindsay didn´t find anything, indicating a Doctor Connor Doyle. She didn´t even find a matching entry in the phone book of his house at Lake Mead.
Before she could think about it, someone knocked at the door impatiently. "Lindsay, are you in there?" She heard the voice of a nurse, "Lindsay, the boss is looking for you!"
"I'm coming," she turned off her cell phone and let it disappear into the pocket of her blue gown. Then she flushed the toilet (as an excuse) and washed her hands before she left the small room.

Lindsay's shift lasted until the evening and after Sue went home, she had left Caleb with Lindsay in the ICU. Lindsay told her son he should wait on the reception of the station until her shift was over and because most doctors and nurses were also gone home, Melissa the night occupation seemed not to mind about a little company. She gave Caleb a few blank sheets of paper, which he could paint if he wanted.
It was 10 p.m., as the door to the intensive care unit opened and Connor entered. Caleb's face lit up as soon as he saw him. "Hi Connor," he said.
"Well, did you have a great day with us at the hospital?" ,he wanted to know. That Melissa pursued their conversation didn´t bother him.
"No," Caleb sounded crestfallen, "I spent the day with Sue and now I have to wait until Mom´s shift is over." He had imagined a day in the hospital exciting and Caleb had hoped he would see some hideous about which he could tell his classmates after the summer holidays.
"Are you coming tomorrow again? I could show you my department tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Connor saw Melissa smiling. "Where is Lindsay?", he then wanted to know about her.
"Here I am," she finished her last visit for tonight and was surprised to see him, but their departments were now on the same floor. Whether she liked it or not: They'd probably met more often in the near future.
"I wanted to pay a visit to you," Connor admitted "Are you coming to our football game on Friday?"
"No," Lindsay replied, "The funeral of Professor Sawyer takes place on Friday. I think it´s a little disrespectful to visit a football game then."
"I understand... When is your shift over?"
"Are you trying to ask me on a date in the presence of my son?", she sounded outraged, "The first thing I'll do when my shift is over, is taking my son home."
"Sorry, I..."
"All right, guys," Melissa now interfered in their conversation, "Your replacement is already there, Lindsay. You can go home."
"All right, I'll wait for you," Connor said.
"No," she protested, "I'll take Caleb home."
Connor decided to give up and so he set out alone on the way to the door. When he had gone, Melissa shook her head in disbelief then returned to her work.
"Will you wait for me here?," Lindsay wanted to finally know from Caleb, "I left my stuff in the locker in the emergency room. I´ll get my bag and my clothes."
"Okay," Caleb said. Lindsay left and her son remained at the front desk of the ICU.

She took the elevator to the floor where the emergency room was. When the doors of the lift opened, she looked into endless darkness. A cold shiver ran down her back as she left the elevator and fumbled for the light switch. Before she touched the switch, the light was on. As she noted, one of the neon lights was faulty so it only flickered. Lindsay hastened to reach the locker room, there she changed clothes and then made her way back to the elevator. But suddenly she stopped.
She could hear two voices talking to each other. They were the voices of two men.
Lindsay crept so quietly it was possible through the dark corridor and stopped at an intersection, which led directly to the nurse's station. She hadn´t been mistaken and the voices were not a hallucination: In the glow of the flickering neon lamp she saw two men talking to each other in front of the nurses' station.
"How's it going at the radiology?," one of the two asked. Even from this distance Lindsay recognized him: It was Agent Hudson, one of the CIA agents who had questioned her at the police station about the death of Professor Sawyer.
"It's fine," Connor said.
"What about your camouflage?"
She watched as Connor now scratched his forehead. "I have to be careful," he finally said, "I tell you, Lindsay Donner suspects something."
Hudson seemed to think for a while. "I know that name..."
"Yes, you've already asked her about the death of Professor Sawyer... She has noticed I stole the photo of Sawyer and Elizabeth from his office."
Lindsay held her breath. She believed that Connor knew that prominent woman, because he spoke very familiar about her.
"She's very bright," CIA agent Hudson rubbed his chin, "All right. I'll think about what to do with her. Meanwhile, you're trying to avoid attention."
Once again Lindsay stopped breathing when she heard that.
And Connor confirmed the CIA man's plan with a dry "Agreed".

Lindsay had no idea how she had managed to sneak out of the emergency room. Almost in a panic, she reached the ICU and called for Caleb.
"Caleb? Hurry up, we have to go. Aunt Laura is already waiting for us!", her voice trembled. She couldn´t stop thinking about the words of CIA agent Hudson: He had said he would have to think about what should be done with her. That could only mean one thing...
Damn, she'd known that Connor had a secret, but she hadn´t expected THAT.
When Caleb didn´t respond, she called for him again and because he still didn´t answer, she asked Melissa where he was: "Where is Caleb?"
"He was here five minutes ago," the nurse replied.
"What do you mean, five minutes ago?"
"I had to go to the ladies room," Melissa said, "Caleb wanted to stay here. When I came back and he was gone, I assumed he followed you to the emergency room."
"But he isn´t there!", fear rose in her, "Did the night shift see him?" Without waiting for an answer, Lindsay left and questioned her colleagues from the night shift. But none of them had seen a six year old boy. She ran to the bathroom and looked there for her son, but she didn´t find him.
With tears in her eyes Lindsay hurried to the staircase. Countless thoughts of what could have happened to Caleb, circled in her head. Finally she reached the parking garage, hoping that Caleb was already waiting for her on the golden Trans Am, but the car was left on the parking deck.
She had to call the police.
But before she reached her car, she collided with another person. It was Connor.
"You...", she didn´t know what to say, because she thought it was suspicious that he was staying at the parking deck just now, "Where is my son? Where is Caleb?"
"What?," Connor didn´t understand.
"I want to know where my son is," she clenched her hands into fists, "You have something to do with his disappearance! I know. I heard your conversation with Agent Hudson in the emergency room."
She saw that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Lindsay, I have no idea where Caleb is. Do you really think I would do something to him?"
She read his thoughts and realized he was telling the truth. But there was still something she had learned about him, "Who are you?"