Oh... oh my God... is that... A CHAPTER?!

Love me, love me.

This chapter will scar your for life. I feel like shit still. It hurt me to write it. It's daaaaaaark. Not as dark as it could be though. I mean, despite everything, I've kept a fairly pleasant tone through this whole thing, you know? Now it's turned very, very serious.

First, I'd like to thank my beta. I'd die without her. ;D

Next, I must, of course, thank Faust. PRAISE HER. If she hadn't kept stabbing me, I wouldn't have finished this.

Warnings: OCs, slash, slightly nasty imagery, character death.

Yeah, character death.

NO, DON'T GO, FINISH READING THE AUTHOR'S NOTE, DAMN IT.

POVS: JD, Dr. Cox, Third Person Limited-Dr. Cox, Carla

Alrightee, you can go read it now. If you actually read the Author's Note, start off your review with 'Fishsticks.' You will get a cookie.

Oh, snap, I'm like a teacher.

I have to pee.

More than anything at this moment, I need to urinate.

But how? I'm lying on my back in a small hole. I'm not sure I'll be able to pee laying on my back, and if I could, what then? It would soak my scrubs and form a puddle that would probably glide down to my head. I just have that kind of luck. The janitor coated the walls of my hole with seemingly thin metal sheets, probably to prevent a cave in and cause problems like this. No dirt to soak it up.

I can't hold it anymore. I have to go now. I desperately clawed at the metal walls, looking for the smallest chink. I could feel nothing. I growled in frustration. I'll have to give up my pants. This could be dangerous, but it's better than having cold, wet cloth clinging to me in the night.

I began shimmying out of my pants, hissing loudly when the icy metal ate at my unprotected skin. Soon, my pants were around my ankles. Good thing I decided not to go commando. I worked at getting my shoes off. It was more difficult than I imagined. I have to remember to start tying looser. I slipped my feet out of my pants and paused. Now how to I get them up here?

I stretched my arms as far as I could, feeling around for my discarded bottoms. I tried scooting my pants up with my legs and felt a bit of cloth a few moments later. Grinning wildly, I wrapped my fingers around it tightly. I pulled my treasure up and whooped with delight. My bladder felt close to bursting.

I pulled down my briefs and bunched the pants around my goods. Sighing happily, I released my urine, barely containing my excitement at being able to pee lying on my back. As soon as I was done, I pulled up my underwear and left the disgusting bundle where it was; I wasn't going to touch it until it dried a bit.

Suddenly, the smell of urine was pouring over me, causing my eyes to water. I coughed, putting my foot up to the hole and breathing the fresh air in deeply.

Disgusting.

I pulled into the driveway of a decently-sized house. According to the police reports I had nabbed from Ted, this was the janitor's house. Looks to nice to be on just a janitor's pay, if you ask me.

I got out of my car and walked cautiously up to the house. The report said that he hadn't been to his house, but what do they know? The guy's a janitor; he can clean up after himself. I paused for a moment at the door. They hadn't been monitoring the house very closely, that much was for sure. What if he was in there?

Blood starting rushing to my face and I just thought 'fuck it'. If he's in there, I'll kill him. Simple enough.

But still, he nearly killed me just a day ago. I don't really want to be knocked against the wall again. I looked around in the garden, or hedges, or whatever the hell it was for some sort of gardening tool. I saw nothing. Because I'm just that lucky.

Sighing, I opened the door. It flew open relatively quickly. I actually thought it would have been locked. Filing this information away for later, I peered in.

Holy crap, am I actually sweating? Oh, come on! He's just a janitor! And he's probably not even here. I am Dr. Perry Cox. The mere sound of my voice strikes fear into the hearts of patients and interns alike! Get it together!

I couldn't hear anything in the house. I took no comfort in that. Carefully, I edged myself in. For some reason, I felt like a trespasser. Like it wasn't my right to be here. It sure as hell was my right. Newbie could very well be dead right now.

Damn it, Perry. Don't give yourself another freak panic attack. I rested my forehead against the doorframe for a moment, breathing slowly. When I felt sure I wasn't going to spontaneously combust, I moved away from the door and closed it. Nothing moved.

Shouldn't that be reassuring?

I took a few steps into the living room. It was quite plain, but nicely decorated. I moved past it quickly and made it into the kitchen. It was the same, plain but nice. The whole house seemed as though it would be that way. Perhaps this is just a waste of my time.

I continued strolling through the house, looking through every room, until I came to a room with a closed door. It was the first one I had encountered. I also hadn't encountered the bedroom yet. I quietly put my ear to the door, straining to listen. I heard a muffled shuffling, like someone going through papers.

I froze. Is… is that him? Would he really be so stupid as to come back? What if.. What if he came back with Newbie? My heart hammered in my chest and I stepped back as silently as possible. Panicking, I swung around and nearly glided across the floor, back to the kitchen. I slung open a drawer, digging around for the biggest knife I could find. If that was him, I wasn't going in there unprepared.

I grabbed a particularly long, sharp one and set off. When I passed a phone, I briefly considered calling the police. But then I wouldn't get to interrogate him myself.

I stalked over to the door, wielding the knife in a way I hoped conveyed my need for revenge. I tightened my fist over the doorknob and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

I turned the knob and burst through the door, prepared to duck and dodge.

And then I froze, unable to breath. Pain racked through my body, making me drop the knife and break into a scream.

A fucking taser? Seriously?

I fell to the floor, shaking. And, once again, everything went dark. This is happening too many times for my liking.

Perry's eyes slowly opened. His chest throbbed painfully and his arms ached. He looked around with un-focused eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. He blinked several times, looking at a blur on the opposite side of the room. It looked like… Perry's eyes widened and he pushed himself backwards. His chest throbbed even worse and he grimaced. Suddenly, the events that had rendered him unconscious came flooding back to him. He wasn't quite to concerned about his chest anymore.

"What the hell!" he shouted, shoving himself into the back wall. His eyes were focusing once more and he definitely knew who was across the room now. That did nothing to help his panic.

"Hello, Mean Doctor." The janitor smiled pleasantly at him. It would have looked completely normal if his eyes hadn't of been screaming. The pain in his eyes was even evident to the panicking, disoriented man on the floor.

Perry finally started making sense of the area around him and realized that his hands were tied behind his back. Tightly. He tried to find any slack in the rope, but it was no use.

"Lurch, what the hell are you doing?" he said, forcing his voice to remain even. If he couldn't escape, the least he could do if try to keep his dignity.

"Why do you call me Lurch?" He genuinely looked curious.

"I don't know. You're creepy."

"You aren't as snippy as usual? Why not?"

Perry stared at him. "You're kidding, right?" The janitor cocked his head. "Lurch… you tied me up, tasered me, nearly killed several of my friends and co-workers, and kidnapped Newbie! Forgive me for not being enthusiastic!" Perry was screaming at him now, face red. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, but he couldn't. He was too filled with rage. When he re-opened his eyes, everything had a slight red tint to it.

He stared hard at the janitor, trying to make as much rage as possible show on his face. Maybe he could scare him. Then he froze. The janitor was looking at him with such a look of anguish he almost wanted to comfort him. Almost.

"I know…" he looked down at the floor. When he lifted his head back up, his eyes were shiny and his face looked worn, tired. Perry forced away sympathy and tried to keep everything red around the edges. He wanted to stay mad. He needed to stay mad.

"Why'd you do it?" Perry wanted a real explanation, wanted something that would drive him insane. If you get a person angry enough, they can do extraordinary things. And right now, he would need something pretty damn extraordinary.

The janitor looked at him. His eyes were blank. That horrible pain was finally gone. "I'm bipolar."

"That isn't funny, asshole." Perry didn't feel like being witty. He just wanted this man dead.

"I'm serious. I have been my whole life. I have medicine, and it works. Usually. Sometimes, I'd go into these fits of… rage. Just pure rage. I couldn't see straight, distinguish things, think right. Everything was… twisted. All I knew was that I was angry, and someone needed to be punished. I took out my rage on my mom a lot. My sister, too.

"When I got the job at the hospital, my fits became more frequent. I couldn't get stronger medicine, though. I tried to get every other day off so that I wouldn't accidentally hurt a patient or some child or something… and then Scooter came. I didn't like him from the start. I don't know what it is about him. My anger just builds every time I see him. When I did things to him, various pranks and such, I found that my fits became less frequent. Soon, they became almost nonexistent. Taking out my anger a little bit at a time seemed to help, almost like therapy.

"But then it started getting bad again. I didn't get them often, but they were strong. Just fits of rage… no, it was worse than rage… stronger… murderous, even…"

His voice trailed off and his was looking toward the ceiling, a thoughtful look on his face. Perry was furiously trying to work at his bonds, desperate to get free so he could rip this man apart.

"And then, it happened," he began again, still looking wistfully at the ceiling. "I snapped. My medicine stopped working completely and I was in a state of complete, almost painful fury. I lashed out more violently, but only at Scooter. I unleashed it all on him. That's when I started trying to get him. You foiled my plan with the sedative, and then I was forced to hurt more people. I didn't want to. I only wanted to hurt Scooter. Not you. Not the surgeon. Not Blonde Doctor. Only Scooter…"

He trailed off again. Perry could barely see. His vision was blurred and bloody. Everything was red. He had never been this angry before. Never. Over anything.

But hearing that god damn janitor talk about Newbie like that made his blood boil. He didn't understand why, he just knew it was good for his escape plan.

If he could just get the damn ropes to give.

The janitor turned to stare at him again. His eyes weren't blank anymore. They were full of the pain, only it was almost unbearable to look at this time. Perry flinched back, fearing for the man in before him. For his sanity, really.

"Mean Doctor, are you going to look for Scooter?" There was no emotion in his voice.

"Yes, if you don't kill me."

"Are the others going to help?"

"Yes. Some of them. Gandhi, Barbie, and an intern are far too injured to do anything. You almost killed them, Lurch."

He wanted to cause the man to feel guilt. To feel like he needed to do something to make it right. To let Perry go.

The janitor's eyes flashed angrily. "I know! I already told you why!" he snarled.

"I know. That doesn't change the fact that they're hospitalized. That intern might die, Lurch!" Perry yelled this, hoping to reach the man.

He didn't. The janitor cried out and punched a fist into the wall. Perry flinched back. Perhaps that had been a stupid idea.

The janitor's expression changed and he looked very solemn. Very tired. "Mean Doctor… if I let you go, will you promise not to lead the police back here? At least for a day?"

"Fat chance." It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. The janitor looked pained.

"Please."

"No."

The janitor sighed exasperatedly. Perry realized something. The janitor was bipolar. Not on medication. And most certainly not murderously angry right now.

That left painfully depressed.

"Lurch, if you let me go, we can help you."

"No, you can't. You know you can't. I'm not insane. They'll have my head for this."

A lump formed in Perry's throat. "Did you… did you kill him?" He almost choked on the words.

The janitor shook his head. "No, but no one will find him. Not quick enough."

"If you tell me where he is, we might."

"I can't remember."

"Don't lie to me."

"I. Can't. Remember." He emphasized every word with a growl of frustration.

Perry believed him.

"Lurch, we have to find him."

"No, you have to find him. I can't do anymore. I'll just hurt more people."

There was a strange finality to his words. Perry didn't understand it.
Then he stood, looming over the bound man. Fear flickered across Perry's face. The janitor turned and began rummaging through a drawer. Perry watched, fear and confusion shining in his eyes. Sweat beaded across his neck and forehead. Adrenaline started rushing through his veins.

The janitor turned back around. He was holding a gun.

Perry pushed back, not bothering to hide his feelings. He wordlessly screamed, eyes wide with terror. "Lurch… you can't… please…" He licked his lips nervously, hands wringing at his bonds in vain.

"Oh, don't worry, Mean Doctor." Perry froze, eyes even wider. The pieces began falling together. "Don't worry, Mean Doctor. You aren't going to be hurt."

Perry's mouth fell open and he struggled even stronger against the bonds. "No! Lurch, you can't! Where's Newbie?" he yelled, trying to get to the other man.

"In the woods." And with that, the janitor lifted the gun to his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A loud bang echoed in the room. He went limped and crumpled to the floor, blood pouring out of his skull.

Perry just sat still, frozen with shock. His face quickly turned ashen. He slumped back against the wall.

Then it hit him.

He began screaming. He just screamed, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to burn the memory out of his mind.

It wouldn't leave.

I was at the police station like Dr. Cox had told me to be. I had talked to various cops, all unhelpful, about Bambi and the janitor when they brought him in. I know my eyes must have been a mile wide when I saw Dr. Cox. He was so pale, so… I don't even know. But I knew something bad had happened. Something very bad.

"Dr. Cox!" I cried, running towards him. I could see no relief on his face, but I hugged him anyway. "What happened?"

It was a uniform that answered me. "The kidnapper had tied him up. Then he killed himself."

My eyes were saucers, I just know it. "What?" I nearly screamed. How would be find Bambi if the janitor was dead?

I looked over at Dr. Cox and he just stared back with empty eyes. I found myself whispering. "Is it true?"

"Yes." His voice was even more empty than his eyes. I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, crushing him into me. He buried his face into my shoulder and I felt tears of his own seeping through my shirt. My stomach knotted up.

It hurt.

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