Part 11:

Mark paced the living room floor as he talked on his cell phone. "How could she let this happen?" he asked.

"Look, Doctor Sloan, Ellison said that Goodwin did the same thing she did to him," Newman said.

"There was no way she could have stopped this?"

"She said no."

"This is great. This is just great," Mark said. "Does this mean he's going to come after Steve again?"

"I'm not going to lie to you. There's a good chance that Torres might come after Steve again, but there's also a good chance that he might not."

"You know this guy," Mark said. "What do you think he would do?"

"Honestly," Newman replied. "I think he would come after Steve."

"Jesus Christ. Is this ever going to end?"

"Look, we have the upper hand here. Torres has no idea where Steve is."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm very sure. There is no way that Torres will find out where he is," Newman said. "Look, Doctor Sloan. We are going to do everything we can over here to get Torres back in jail."

"Okay, Captain," Mark said. "Thanks for letting me know." He closed his phone and continued to pace the floor.

Amanda walked back into the house from outside. "Okay, Jesse's off to get some food," she said. "I also gave him a list of supplies to get from the hospital." She looked up and saw Mark pacing. "Mark, what's wrong?"

Mark stopped and looked at Amanda. "Torres is out of jail."

Before Amanda could say anything, a noise came from Steve's room alerting them that he was awake.

Mark was the first person to reach the room. Opening the door, he saw Steve on the floor. He was by his side in an instant.

Steve looked up at Mark, his eyes wide with fear.

"Dad, the…they are…are after me…me," he said. "The…they want to…to kill me."

"No, Steve, you're safe now. No one is going to kill you."

Steve looked nervously around the room. "I hear…hear them, the…they're outside."

"No one's outside. The only ones that are here are me and Amanda, no one else."

Steve continued to look around the room. Mark watched him closely. There were tears in his eyes, his nose was running, and he was still shaking and sweating.

"Come on, let's get you back in bed," he said, putting his hand on Steve's arm.

Steve pulled away from him. "No…no I need…need some more of…of that drug."

Mark closing his eyes for a moment, looked at Steve again. "No Steve, you don't need it."

"Yes…yes I…I do," Steve pleaded with him. "Please…please, dad, I…I need to…to make this…this pain go…go away."

"Give it time, Steve, the pain will go away."

"Why…why is it…it so cold?" Steve asked, wrapping his arms around his upper body.

Mark pulled the quilt off the bed and wrapped it around him. "Better?"

"It's…it's so…so cold."

At that moment, Amanda walked in with another blanket, knelt down on the other side of Steve, and wrapped it around him.

Amanda watched as Steve began to shake even more. "Steve?"

"Oh God," Steve said, moving forward while throwing the blanket and quilt off of himself.

"Steve, what's wrong?" Mark asked.

Steve was on his hands and knees. "I'm going to be sick." Before he could say another word, he began throwing up.

Mark placed one hand on his son's back and the other on his forehead, giving him some support as he continued to vomit.

"It's going to be all right, Steve," he said. "It's going to be all right." He looked up at Amanda. "Go get me a wet towel."

Amanda got up off the floor and walked into the bathroom.

Steve continued to get sick until finally he had emptied whatever was in his stomach and his body was being racked with dry heaves.

Amanda returned with a soaked washcloth and handed it to Mark, who placed it on Steve's forehead.

As soon as it began, it stopped. Steve tried to sit back but collapsed against his father.

Amanda knelt down next to Steve again. She saw that his eyes were closed and his breathing was rapid. "Let's get him onto the bed."

Mark and Amanda picked Steve up and placed him on the bed. Taking the quilt and the blanket from the floor, Mark put them over his child.

Amanda walked into the bathroom. Coming back out with a bunch of towels, she went to clean up the mess Steve just made.

"I'll do that, Amanda," Mark said, looking at her.

"It's no problem, Mark."

"Please, Amanda, I need to be alone with my son."

Amanda placed the towels on the floor. "Sure, I'll see you in a while." She turned and walked out of the room

Mark watched his child start to fall asleep. "Dear God, I know I've asked you for a lot. And I need to ask you again for your help." Tears filled his eyes. "Please, just help my son get through this, give him the strength to kick this. And please just bring back the son I know."

He saw that Steve had finally fallen back asleep. Taking a deep breath, he wiped the tears from his eyes and went to the floor to clean up the mess his son left there only moments before.

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Jesse walked out of the hospital and headed towards his car.

Gaines sat in his patrol car and watched him.

Jesse got into the car and turned the key. Before he could pull out, Gaines blocked him in.

Oh great! Jesse though to himself. Now what?

Gaines approached the drivers' side door as Jesse rolled down his window.

"How can I help you officer?" he asked.

"Drive's license and registration," Gaines ordered.

"Can I ask what this is all about?" Jesse asked as he pulled out his license and registration for the officer.

"Just hand over your driver's license and registration please," Gaines repeated.

Jesse handed the items to Gaines and just sighed.

"I'm sorry Doctor Travis," Gaines said handing him back his things.

"Can I now ask what this was all about?" Jesse asked.

"You fit the description of a rape suspect we are looking for," Gaines lied. "Sorry to have bothered you."

"Hope you find your man," Jesse said.

Gaines went back to his patrol car and moved it so that Jesse could leave. Once Jesse was a safe distance away, Gaines proceeded to follow him.

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Torres drew a deep breath once he stepped out of his limo. "Ah, it's nice to be able to breathe fresh air again," he told his attorney.

"I'm sure it is," Goodwin said dryly. "But we have other matters to attend to right now."

"Hey, when I'm ready to go inside, I'll go inside." He took another deep breath as Goodwin stood there and watched him. "Tell me you have more good news for me, Michael?"

"I'm still waiting to hear from Gaines about Sloan's whereabouts."

"When are you supposed to hear from him?"

"He said he would get back to me by the end of the day, but so far I haven't heard anything."

"I hope you didn't screw up again, Michael, and picked the wrong cop for this."

"Trust me, I didn't."

Goodwin's cell phone rang. He quickly took it out of his jacket and flipped it open. "Yes."

"It's me," he heard Gaines' voice come over the phone.

"What do you have for me?" Goodwin asked.

"I'm tailing a Doctor Jesse Travis right now," he said. "I'll meet you at Torres' office once I see where he goes."

The phone went dead. Goodwin flipped it closed and looked at Torres.

"What was that all about?" Torres asked.

"That was the cop I told you about. He's tailing one of the doctors and will meet us at your office once he sees where the house is."

"Oh, my life is starting to get better and better by the minute," Torres said with a satisfied smile.