Chapter 20 – An act of evil

Revenge is a tricky thing, there is a very fine line between someone getting what's coming to them and going just that step too far. The problem is people often don't stop and think about this, they act on their feelings and don't pay attention to what their brain may be telling them. They say karma always gets you in the end, I for one believe this, but when karma is pushed in someone's direction, forced upon them when does it become just an act of evil? They say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, but when someone has caused major suffering in their friend do they truly deserve to go though the same thing? Being flug mud at, having people ignore your very existence is one thing but what my friends had planned for Carla and Turk was another entirely.

I'd like to think, had I known what they were planning on doing, I would have said something, been the bigger person, though truth be told I couldn't be sure of this. As much as I don't condone what they did a small part of me couldn't help but enjoy their suffering.

Friday 28th March 4.15pm

"I really don't like this" Jordon said as she adjusted her position in one of the seats at the back of the hospital coffee shop. The five males just ignored her as they pushed their own chairs away from them and came to a stand.

"This is a brain trust decision and we're sticking to it" The janitor replied before he crushed an empty cup of coffee in his hand and threw it across the room into the nearest trashcan. "Not bad" he continued with a smirk as he watched the piece of cardboard fall into the bin with ease, he was getting rather good at doing that, if he did say so himself.

"Fine, but at least let me be the one to take care of her? The moron over there will probably leave her in a parking lot." She responded with a glare in Doug's direction, who immediately looked rather insulted.

"I so would not!" The mortician replied as he folded his arms across his chest and glared at her. The other occupants of the group could do nothing but raise their eyebrows at him each of them thinking back to how this whole mess started in the first place. Or at least on how everyone came to know about Kim's fate anyway.

"Really? So where's your last dead guy right now?" Jordan snapped back at him, meeting his glare head on, causing Doug to lose his nerve and glance down to the floor. Truth be told they all knew he didn't have a clue. With a wave of her hand and a raise of her own eyebrows, she pushed her hair away from her face and turned back to the man in a jumpsuit. "My point!"

"Fair enough, meet Claudia on the roof in twenty minutes"

With a nod, Jordon got to her own feet and left the room, ignoring the strange looks she received from the people working there in the process. This whole situation must have been rather weird from their point of view. The woman who barely spent time talking to anyone unless she had to, appearing to be helping some of the lowest ranking members of the hospital, they must have felt like they had just entered the twilight zone. As she disappeared from view the last thing anyone saw of the woman for hours, was her flipping her phone out and dialing a number.

As soon as Jordon had left, the janitor turned back to his followers and gave them a quick nod, before one by one they walked of in opposite directions, each ones task firmly on their mind. When there was just him and Dan remaining, he put his hand on the younger man's shoulders and looked him square in the eyes.

"Sure you want to do this?" He asked, his voice ever so slightly softer than the authoritive one everyone was used to him talking in. Dan looked away for a few seconds, as if contemplating if it really was something he could go through with, he was the drunk who still lived in his mother's house, who found it hard to be there for his brother of all people at the best for times, let alone get into a confrontation like this.

"For Johnny I'd do anything!"

It's strange the loyalty that can appear in the most unlikely people, if someone had told me a month ago, the janitor would be fighting my corner against the ones I used to love I would have laughed in their faces, let alone Doug standing up for what's right and Jordon being the voice of reason. When you added the drug addict porter and dwarf to the mix things just got a little weird. Still even if later I discovered I didn't agree with what they had done, I couldn't help the warm feeling that appeared inside of me as Dr Cox retold the story Jordon was at the time feeding to him.

"Come on Kevin, I thought we were over this?" Turk moaned as he threw his head back a little and shook it in defeat. Despite the Janitor calling of his attack dogs a few hours earlier, Kevin was once again being difficult, along with a few other patients on the ward who had decided to ignore the new memo.

"I have the right to choose who treats me." He replied with a grunt as he talked though the surgeon rather than at him.

"The theater slot can only be held for a few moments longer and no one else is available!" The man in green continued as he leant on to the desk at the end of the patient's bed and slammed the chart down, his stress levels rising by the minute.

"It's not an emergency, or life threatening so you can not force me to take it. I'd rather draw a rake than have a rotten individual like you touch me." The patient continued, and as if to prove a point, grabbed a pen from his bedside table and started doodling a man and a rake on it.

Taking a very deep breath and struggling to clench his hands in mid air, Turk swallowed the desire to strangle the man and simply walked away. Entwining his fingers and raising and lowering them over his chest, he tried to calm himself down as he once again collapsed onto the nurse station and groaned. This had to be the toughest shift he had ever had the misfortune of working though.

"Don't let him get to you baby" Carla said sympathetically as she headed towards him, fully intending to give him a bit of a shoulder massage to relieve the tension. This didn't happen however as one of the nurses took this opportunity to stick her leg out and cause the un expecting Dominican woman to go flying forward and crash into the work top.

"BABY!" Turk instantly cried out as he rushed around to the over side of counter and helped his wife up. "Are you okay?"

The nurse could do nothing but shake her head and groan. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her as she grasped at both her aching stomach and the forming lump below her hairline.

"Oh that's it, come on let's get Izzy and go home! I have had enough of this! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" Turk shouted out, gradually getting louder as he pulled Carla towards him and used his strength to support her entire weight on one side of his body. "Should never have trusted the fricken Janitor to keep his word." He mumbled as he pushed open the doors at the end of the ward and half stormed, half carried his other half though them.

Sure he could understand them all being angry with them, but it is not as if no one had ever made mistakes before and it certainly didn't give them the right to do this. It was ridiculous; they were in a hospital for Christ sake, a place that was supposed to not judge others, just concentrate on healing them, but no everyone had suddenly decided to take the moral high ground despite not actually doing anything to help JD themselves.

As they reached the staircase, and Doug appeared leaning against the window, cell phone in hand, Turk just glared at him and dared the man to say a word to them. He seemed to take the hint and looked down at the floor, avoiding any sort of eye contact as they shot passed like a hurricane. Had they been paying the mortician any kind of attention, they may have noticed how his eyes followed them and as they reached the doorway to the second story corridor, him grin slightly and hit the 'send' button on the top of his phone.

"And it begins"

Once a chain of events has started, its pretty hard to stop and they can often escalate to beyond your control. What was supposed to be a simply way to get your message across, to show someone what someone else was going though, can suddenly become something so much worse, with no real way to stop it. When that happens there is nothing you can do but let the situation reach its own end and whether your original goal is completed or not, all comes down to fate.

As soon as the duo reached the day care room, they both came to a halt at the door and looked in at the scene in front of them in confusion. Inside the brightly colored, toy filled room was two police officers. Instead of toys and laughing children filling the place up, it looked practically empty, with all the little ones sitting in a corner of the room, being sang songs too as two desperate looking child care professionals talked to the men in uniform.

It took Turk and Carla less than thirty seconds to reach the same conclusion and as they glanced towards each other in horror, their blood ran cold. Bursting though the doors, the Husband and wife desperately searched the room with their eyes and when they could not locate what they were looking for, they could do nothing but slowly turn to face the people they had previously been watching.

Clearing her throat one of the day care workers, the one who had been glaring at Carla when she had dropped Izzy of, took a nervous step towards them. "Mr and Mrs. Turk" She said softly, biting at her bottom lip and looking towards her own colleague for help, having not a clue what to say to them as she fiddled with the ends of her strawberry blonde hair.

"Where is my daughter?" Carla spoke carefully as her breathing got faster and faster, her eyes not settling for a second as she desperately tried to locate her and put this down to one very bad dream.

"We're not sure" One of the police officers said as he too took a step towards the couple and indicated with his head for the other girl to back of a little.

"What do mean your not sure?" Turk replied his grip on Carla's shoulders tightening as he too looked around the room, dread filling his stomach as he realized she really wasn't there.

"We've checked CCTV footage, and it appears a man in a hoodie took her not so long ago while she was sleeping. There was a bit of a disturbance involving two porters fighting outside and it seems someone took advantage of the situation." The African man continued as he looked at the shell-shocked parents regrettably. "We are doing everything we can to find her, I promise you that, we've got people all over the exits, he can not leave this hospital."

"Someone's taken my baby?" Carla whispered, her whole body shaking as she looked up towards her husband "SOMEONE'S TAKEN MY BABY?" With those words ringing round the room, the nurse clutched at her chest, the pain everywhere else forgotten as her legs gave way from under her and she let out an ear piercing scream, before everything around her went black.

(A/n) I'll give a cookie to anyone who can guess whats happened ;) Though it might not be as straight forward as you think.