Title: Genetics
Author: Shannon - shannyfish
Disclaimer: I do not own "Eleventh Hour" or its characters, CBS does. This is merely for entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new group is out to create superior new life.

Chapter 4 – "The Genesis Group"

Author's Note: Okay, you'll learn that once in a while I'll go on a movie/book/something recommendation. My recommendation for this week is actually a Young Adult Novel, but is simply fantastic and award winning. Read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson.

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Agent Rachel Young's Residence

"Don't you think it's odd that the doctor didn't even recognize Rachel's doctor?" Jacob asked his sister.

"Well, I would think that Miller is a popular surname," Alex told him honestly. She looked at the clock. "Rachel's still sleeping?"

"I'm telling you there's something wrong," Jacob tried to explain. "It has to do with whoever Doctor Miller is."

"Look, I've been to appointments with Rachel," Alex told her brother. "But never with Doctor Miller. She told me she was seeing another doctor because of some tests, but I never worried."

"Do you know what tests?"

"All I know was that it was because of the results of one of her post hospitalization tests," Alex said. She sighed, "I really didn't ask her for too much information. I didn't want her to feel like I was asking too many questions and you know...I guess I just didn't want her to push me away. I knew she needed help and I wanted to make sure that I got to see my niece."

Jacob nodded. "Do you know what medication she's on?"

"No."

He didn't like it, none of it. Jacob desperately wanted to go in and raid Rachel's medical paperwork, doctors' orders, and medications. He hadn't been there for her the last year, but he wanted to make sure that he did all he could for her now. Hannah would be coming home and though he knew he could help to take care of his own daughter, he didn't think he could do it on his own. Of course, Alex would offer to help, but there was something he found interesting about new parents struggling together.

"Why don't you just ask her for the information?"

"She's still asleep," he told her. "As concerned as I am, I'm not going to wake her up. If her body thinks she needs sleep, then she probably does."

Alex frowned, "I meant when she wakes up, Jacob."

"Oh."

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He'd been held in protection for over two months and he still felt guilty. He'd made a promise and he hadn't been able to keep it. He felt like a coward, but worse... Jacob hadn't been able to really work on anything. Reading journals and consulting via the phone or internet really wasn't the same as being out in the field with Rachel. Worse of all, he hadn't been able to communicate with Rachel, not even via e-mail.

The Genesis Group had a keen interest in him, they found that not only that his intelligence superior, but they his DNA was superior as well. He and Rachel had found out the hard way that The Genesis Group was out to try to create superior beings, a superior race. They were the new world Nazis. Jacob wasn't sure if they'd go as far as Hitler with internment camps and the gas chambers, but no matter what, they were dangerous.

"How's it going, Doc?"

Jacob ignored him. The agent was the second he'd had since he'd been put under special protection. The last one had been shot while trying to move him. Their position had been compromised. He'd stopped trying to make friends when the agents wouldn't budge on helping him. All he merely wanted was to check on Rachel and every time he asked they shot him down. The F.B.I. wanted to keep him safe, so that they could use him for their own needs, but they couldn't so much as let him know the status of one of their agents? He didn't like it. It made everything harder as well, not only on him, but as well on his agents.

"C'mon, Doc. You can't ignore me for forever."

He wasn't even sure of his name. He thought it was McCormick, but it could have been Mc-something else as well. They weren't on a first name basis. Jacob didn't even know if the man was married or had any children. "I miss Rachel," he mumbled as he picked up his things and moved into his own room. That was one of his favorite things; he could easily hide out in his room. His room even had an attached bathroom. Jacob turned the lock on the handle and sighed. He was starting to think that it was safer to face The Genesis Group rather than being in protection with F.B.I. agents who he believed weren't really human. They were just some sort of android made to appear human. They lacked emotion.

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Rachel didn't emerge from her bedroom until two in the afternoon. She'd been surprised to find both Alex and Jacob there on the couch drinking tea and talking. The fact that it was so late hadn't even affected her until she actually noticed the time while in the kitchen trying to brew coffee. "It's two?" She turned towards the couch, "Did you change the time on here? Because it's not funny, Jacob. This thing's a pain in the ass to adjust."

"It's actually two in the afternoon, Rachel," Jacob said evenly and then sipped his tea. "Would you like me to make you something?"

"I'd like someone to explain to me why I slept for sixteen hours," Rachel commented as she started to get the coffee maker going. She still felt tired, she needed the caffeine.

"Actually you've been asleep for nearly eighteen hours," Jacob informed her.

Alex laughed lightly and turned towards Rachel, "He actually went in to make sure you were still breathing. I'm not worrying so much about him now when Hannah finally gets to come home. I remember I used to check to make sure Owen was breathing all the time when he was a baby."

"Rachel," Jacob said as he stood and turned towards the kitchen. "I need to ask you some things and I need for you not to get offended." He made his way towards the kitchen and her.

Rachel stared at the coffee maker for a moment, willing it to brew her hot beverage faster. She sighed and turned to Jacob. "Like what?"

"What test results made you go to Doctor Miller?" he asked.

"It had something to do with blood proteins or something," Rachel said really not sure what it had been about. She'd gone some time ago and plus she really didn't understand everything he was saying at the time.

"Did you have eclampsia?"

"I don't think so," Rachel replied sleepily.

"No," Alex responded firmly and got up and walked to the kitchen in order to be included in the conversation. "I would have known about that for sure."

"What is it?" Rachel asked.

"It's a condition that some women have when they're pregnant," Alex explained. "Eclampsia is when you have seizures during pregnancy. There's also a condition called pre-eclampsia."

"In pre-eclampsia, which is the condition that the doctor would have seen before you were diagnosed with eclampsia, your urine would have shown high protein levels. It's potentially fatal for the mother and the unborn child," Jacob explained.

"I definitely didn't have that," Rachel told him with a frown. She was really happy she hadn't heard of that before. She would have been worrying far more than she had while she had been pregnant.

"Jacob wants to know if he can see your medications," Alex said quickly.

"And also any medical records or doctors' orders you may have on hand," Jacob added.

"Why?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Because I'm worried about you," Jacob told her quite honestly. "I just want to make sure that there aren't any drug interactions. It could explain why you've been sleeping so much lately and why you've been so extremely exhausted." He didn't add in the fact that he still was worried about the mysterious male Doctor Miller.

"Alright," she agreed and shuffled past them and towards her bedroom and the bathroom.

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"Rachel!" Jacob yelled.

He'd been poked and prodded.

They'd been separated.

He was worried.

Terrified.

They'd called themselves The Genesis Group. From what he could gather, they were elitists, and the worst kind, the kind that thought that they were above the law and above God as well. They wanted him, but not only him...his DNA as well. He'd refused, but they'd strapped him down in order to obtain his DNA.

He and Rachel had been investigating the warehouse after they'd been a child who had reportedly been cured from cancer and he'd described the warehouse. Rachel had been shot and he'd been attacked from behind. They wouldn't tell him if Rachel was alive, or if she was okay. He assumed she was alive; she'd been shot in the stomach, though vital organs could have been compromised, so far that he knew of The Genesis Group, they didn't seem to want to waste possible perfection. Rachel after all was beautiful, strong, intelligent, and simply skillful at what she did.

His guards had let down their guards and he'd managed to knock them out and lock them in the room they'd been keeping him in. He'd been quite proud of himself, but he wasn't too thrilled that it was taking him longer to find Rachel than he'd planned. He'd taken one of the guard's guns, but had no intention of using it unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Rachel?" he called again.

Finally, he stopped and then went back a yard. He'd passed a room that had looked much like an operating room. He'd seen something through the small clear window, but it had taken him a moment to process what he'd actually seen. "Rachel," he breathed. He looked inside and noticed that there was one person in scrubs inside. Jacob sucked in breath. He needed to get Rachel out, but without getting them both caught in the process.

Pushing the door open as quietly as possible, he noticed that he had not been detected yet. He let the door close just as quietly. Moving towards Rachel, he held the gun up towards the white clothed figure. He immediately noticed that Rachel was in the matching white and was held in restraints. She was also unconscious, not exactly helpful for him. He was hoping that she'd be able to take the gun and do all of the shooting. He only hoped to bluff his way into freeing Rachel and giving them both time to get out of the room.

Keeping an eye on the white figure, Jacob approached the hospital-like bed and started to undo the wrist restraint on that side of the bed. He took in the room and noticed that on the far wall was a cabinet which contained intravenous medications. He moved his free hand up to her neck to feel her pulse. She was definitely unconscious.

He needed her awake.

Jacob moved silently down to release the restraint on her ankle. Moving back, he continued to keep the gun trained on the turned figure. He moved to the left side of the bed and removed both restraints without a problem. At least this would help him if he could get Rachel conscious. Slowly, he approached the person and held the gun at his back. He pressed the gun between the shoulder blades. "I really don't want to have to kill you," Jacob said calmly and quietly.

"What do you want?"

"I want Rachel awake and moving," Jacob explained. "You're going to help me."

"She's sedated."

"I noticed," Jacob said irritated. He wanted to get Rachel up and then they both needed to get out of there. "Wake her up."

"I can't."

"Don't make me pull this trigger. I know you can wake her up."

"Doctor Hood."

Jacob didn't like how he said his name. Instead of shooting him, he pushed him against the wall and then immediately hauled the man up and shoved him in the nearby prep room. He held the door shut and then quickly forced some tubing in and around the handle and tied it. He just hoped that the doctor was held for long enough.

The cabinet contained many medications. He scanned each shelf and then stopped when he came upon Flumazenil. Opening the door, he snatched it from inside and pulled a sterile wrapped syringe from beside the cabinet. Hopefully they'd sedated her with some kind of benzodiazepine. He opened and then quickly filled the syringe with the Flumazenil and then made sure the air bubbles were expelled from the syringe barrel and needle. He injected it into a vein and hoped that he'd have his partner back in a moment.

Her moans were what pulled his attention away from the small window and to her lying in the bed. She was stirring, but her eyes were still closed. "I need you awake, Rachel," he said and set the gun down. Jacob moved her, so that she was sitting up and held her in place. He wanted to encourage her to stay awake and to wake further. He needed her. "You really don't want me trying to shoot people," he told her. It was true; she even told him that she'd do the shooting.

"Sounds like a threat," Rachel managed to get out. She hurt and she was tired. She felt like she'd been abducted from her bed at the peak of her REM cycle and forced to run a marathon.

"We need to get out of here Rachel," Jacob told her. "We've been here for days..."

"Agreed," she said as she opened her eyes and tried to get her bearings. She let out a slight yelp as she straightened and then started to slide off of the bed. Her middle hurt and it felt like her muscles weren't used to moving. She held onto the bed with one hand and held out her other to Jacob. "Gun."

"Maybe you should rest for a few more moments," Jacob suggested.

"I can rest once we're out of here and home," Rachel offered.

He knew that there was no sense in arguing with her. Jacob set the gun in her hand and glanced back up at the window. He had a feeling that they'd been there longer than he'd been able to keep track of and that they were not deemed as a security risk. It had just taken them some time.

Rachel sucked in the pain and told herself that she needed to focus. Her job was to protect Jacob, and she was going to do that. She straightened and removed her hand from the bed and approached the window. She was going to get him out and then she was going to take a long nap.

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"These medications," Jacob said holding up the ones that Alex knew all about. "Are all to help your system heal and revert to the way it worked before you were pregnant. He held up Miller's prescription. "This one is for depression."

"You didn't tell me you were depressed," Alex said to Rachel. She suddenly felt bad. She hadn't noticed any symptoms of depression or post partum depression. After all, Hannah wasn't home yet. Rachel had just seemed like she was healing to her.

"I'm not," Rachel said with a frown. She turned to Jacob who was still examining the prescription bottle. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Jacob told her. "Venlafaxine HCI is Effexor XR."

"It shouldn't make her sleep all the time though, should it?" Alex asked.

"No," Jacob replied. "It could cause sleepiness, but not this type of fatigue."

"So what are you saying?" Rachel questioned concerned about not only herself, but Hannah. She'd been trying to get herself to the point where she'd be able to care for Hannah once she was released from the hospital; she'd been counting the days. Now the time was upon her and she wasn't ready.

Jacob frowned, "I need to test your medications. It could be a drug interaction."

"Or?" She knew there was an 'or' coming. Jacob usually had alternatives. Rachel had learned this from working with him.

"Or..." Jacob said, his frown deepening. He held up the prescription bottle, "This isn't what the label says it is."

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TBC...