Author's Note: OMGGGG. I love that you guys love this story! :) By the wayyy! I got a brand new Twilight story in the works too! haha, but I'll post that one when I'm through with this story and Blame It On The Rain. My internet is going off tomorrow, so I had this in my computer and since I won't have internet for a while, I thought I'd go ahead and upload this chapter since It's already written out. Please keep up the reviews! I love you guys! :) And I'm thinking about changing my PenName, should I? I mean missefron15 was created when I was like 14. I'm 19 now. haha. :)

Broken Paradise
written by missefron15

Chapter 3

It was like she couldn't move. The feeling of numbness was throughout her whole entire body. Had she done it? Had the plan worked? She didn't know and she couldn't tell as well. She heard the voices above her. She needed to get out of here. If only she could move…

"It's sad to see a doctor die this way," she heard.

"This death is really strange though," she heard another voice.

"What do you mean? She was beaten to death." The first voice spoke again.

"I did a tox screen on her. She had Sodium Thiopental in her system." The second one spoke.

"She did? Was she trying to kill herself?"

"I think so. Honestly I think we either have a suicide or someone murdered her and put that in her system."

The first one sighed, "Let's go write this report up."

It was silent again. She didn't hear the voices anymore. She tried to get out but felt like she couldn't move. She was alive and not dead. She needed to move her fingers. She needed to move them. She needed to find Troy.

She figured all her strength and moved her fingers. After twenty minutes of trying, she could feel every bone in her body. She opened her eyes and saw that it was pitch black inside. She raised her hand slowly and reached for the outline of the zipper and pulled it down. She saw the dusty blue of the ceiling of the morgue and could feel the dead in the air.

She sat up and saw that no one was in here and that she was alone. She slowly moved her legs out of the bag and onto the floor. She felt weird. A good and bad kind of weird. A good because…she was free and a bad because of the pain she felt. She couldn't remember what happened but she could feel the pain.

She looked around once more before getting off the table that the bag was sitting on. She looked down to see she was still in her scrubs but they were ripped open from where she guessed they did chest compressions on her. She needed new clothes. She looked around and saw a bunch of sheets lying on a table nearby. She picked them up and stuffed the corner bag with the sheets to make it look like there was a body in there and zipped it back up the way it was and then went into the morgue office and saw a hoodie laying down. She grabbed it and pulled it over her head.

She opened the door that led into the hallway and noticed that no one was there so she took her chance and ran. This was her moment and she was free. She was dead and now she needed to go find her muse to make her alive again, even if it meant that she would be going to Los Angeles.

Rose felt like it was the end of the world. She thanked Caroline very much for being with her, but right now she just wanted to go home and sit down. And that's what she was doing now. Caroline had called her mother and told her what was going on and Lucille rushed to see how Rose was doing and took her home.

Jack would have taken her home but was not at school today for he had a meeting at West High School today.

Lucille came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea and sat one right in front of Rose. "Rose, are you okay?" Lucille felt like she wanted to cry now. A young woman who she'd come to know and love was dead and Rose was like a mother to her and now her family was dead.

Rose glanced at the woman next to her and placed a hand over hers. "Lucy, I'm going to be okay. People come and go. That is how life goes. I just have to believe that Gabriella is in heaven with my Nicholas." Rose told her.

Lucille felt tears slip from her blue eyes. "I can't imagine what you're going through, Rose. Gabriella was just like a daughter to Jack and I. She was a sister to Cade and Caroline. And Troy…I don't even know how he is going to react."

Rose looked at Lucille with such disdain. "I know honey. It's going to get better, I promise. I have a few phone calls to make and then I need to go identify Gabriella's body." Rose spoke and grabbed her phone.

She scrolled through her contacts and stopped when she saw one of the names she needed to call.

Joanne Darbus-Tyler.

She pressed dial and waited for her daughter to pick up. "Hello?" the soft voice of her daughter spoke.

Rose gave a low breath before she spoke, "Jo, it's me, Mama."

"Mama?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah, Jo, it's me." Rose said.

Joanne Darbus, now Joanne Tyler, couldn't believe that her mother was calling her. It'd been thirteen years since she last spoke to her. She looked around and noticed it was a little too loud to talk and moved to her bedroom. "Mama, what's wrong? You never call me."

"Jo, its Gabriella…she's dead." Rose spoke as calmly as she could.

Joanne stopped breathing. Her daughter was dead? "Honey?" she heard her husband knocking on the bedroom door. The door opened and in walked her husband, the one she married right after she divorced her first one.

"Jo, what's wrong?" her husband, Lewis spoke.

Jo looked to Lewis and tears started coming out of her eyes. She felt so guilty. She never tried to call Gabriella or her mother these past thirteen years and now she hears that her daughter is dead? This can't be happening.

"Mama, you still there?" she spoke after a few minutes.

"Yes, dear." Rose spoke, letting Jo catch her breath.

"What happened?"

Rose sighed, "I don't really know what happened. Just that she was badly beaten and went into cardiac arrest." Rose told her. After talking to Taylor, she called the corner and he spoke to her more about what happened to her granddaughter.

Jo sat down on the bed and Lewis looked at her. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Jo ignored Lewis, "Mama…I'm coming home….I think it's time I come home."

Rose sighed. She didn't want Jo to feel this way. "Jo you don't need to come home. You haven't spoken to her in thirteen years or me. Why bother now? Yes, she's dead. Don't come home because you feel like you have to. Come home because you want to." Rose spoke and hung the phone up.

Jo sat there for a minute before closing her phone. She didn't realize tears were streaming down her face until Lewis wiped them away. "Honey, please talk to me. Why did your mother call?"

Jo stared into her husband's grey eyes, "Gabriella died today."

Lewis' eyes went wide and he pulled his wife into his arms. "I'm so sorry honey."

Jo cried into her husband's shoulder and shook her head. "My mother was all put together. I don't know how she does it. When something bad happens, she is the one to make everything and everyone feel better."

Lewis sighed, "Honey let's take you home. You need to be there for your mother."

Jo nodded and sighed. "Get the boys ready. I'll book the flight."

Rose sighed and looked to Lucille. "I'm pretty sure my daughter is coming home."

Lucille held her hand, "That's good, Rose. You don't need to be alone."

"I need to call Keith. I'm pretty sure he's going to be distraught. He was the only one out of the both of them that actually stayed in touch with Gabriella and me. He sent money to Gabriella every year for her birthday. Jo just moved on with her life and had more kids."

Lucille nodded, "Call him."

She dialed Keith Montez' number and waited for him to answer. "Hello!" the voice of Keith's life partner, Drew answered.

Rose smiled, "Drew, it's me, Rose Darbus."

"Rosie! So nice of you to call! We haven't heard from you in a while! How are things? How is Gabriella?" Drew asked excited.

Keith Montez heard Drew answer his phone from the next room but was surprised when Drew said it was Rose. Keith walked into the next room, drying his hands that were wet. "Drew, let me talk to Rose." He spoke asking for the phone.

Rose heard Keith's voice, "Drew put it on speakerphone please." Drew did exactly what Rose said.

"Rose, is that you, honey?" Keith asked.

"Yes, Keith, it's me." He heard her say.

Keith smiled, "How are you doing, Rosie?"

Rose sighed; "I'm okay…" she trailed off.

Keith knew something was wrong, "What's wrong, Rose?"

"Keith, Gabriella's dead. She died today from being badly beaten. She went into cardiac arrest and the doctor's couldn't save her."

Keith felt like he was going to hurl. His little girl was dead. "Rose please tell me you're kidding." He spoke, sitting down next to his partner.

"I'm afraid not, Keith. I've called Jo. She's coming home…will you?"

Drew looked at Keith and nodded at him. "Yes we'll be there Rose. We'll catch the next flight out." Drew answered for Keith.

Rose nodded, "Thank you Drew. I'll see you soon."

"Bye Rosie."

The line went dead and Drew began rubbing his partner's back. "Keith…talk to me."

Keith looked at him, "She can't be dead…she's my little girl." He burst into tears.

Drew held him as he cried and called the airlines to get a flight out to New Mexico right away.

"Are they coming?" Lucille asked as Rose ended the call.

Rose nodded, "Yes. Keith didn't take it well. Drew finished the conversation."

Lucille looked at Rose. "There is one more person to call, Rose…and I think he will like to hear it from you rather than me."

Rose nodded and dialed the number that Lucille had given him and waited for him to answer.

He sat there staring at the finished case he had just solved and signed off of. It was good to put the bad guys away even if they were the unexpected. Being in the FBI was everything to him. It's all he wanted to do, that and basketball when he was in high school.

He looked at a picture that was sitting on his desk of his family; He was standing in the very middle with his mom and dad on either side of him and the twins in front. That was when he left for training seven years ago.

He looked at his keys that he had lying down on his desk and took them to open up one of his drawers. He looked under a few files and found what he was looking for. The picture. The picture that made him miss her more and more each and every single day of his life.

They were standing in front of the mutual tree that was right in front of both their houses. He had his arms wrapped around her and she had his wrapped around him. They were smiling and laughing. She'd just graduated high school. She was in her cap and gown and he was dressed up to the nine.

He didn't realize that three months later he would be leaving her for good.

He was so wrapped up in the picture he didn't even hear his partner come up behind him. "Going back down memory lane?"

Troy threw the picture back down into the drawer and locked it. He turned around and stared at Chad like he hadn't been caught. "Nope, so what did you find on that Henry guy?" he asked ignoring the question completely.

Chad rolled his eyes and pulled a chair up. "Nothing really. He's 36 years old, been a Cardio Surgeon for 10 almost 11 years. He's had two ex-wives though but get this the first one, went missing a week after she found out about the second wife." Chad told him.

Troy raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean the second one?"

Chad nodded, "Oh, he was still married to the first one but was cheating on her with the second wife but he wasn't married to the second one yet."

Troy nodded understanding what he was talking about now, "What happened to the second wife?"

"It doesn't really say. Just that they divorced and she moved out of state. I couldn't really find any information on her. It's like she disappeared too."

"Check the second wife out some more, what was her name?" Troy asked.

Chad looked through the file he'd made up on Henry Marshall and found the second wife's name, "Martha Cox." He said looking up.

Troy nodded, "What about the first one?"

"Lynn Matthews." Chad said.

Troy looked at Chad, "Look into both wives instead. He's 36? Really?" he scoffed looking at Chad in disgust.

Chad laughed, "Your girl has a thing for older men!"

Troy flipped his partner the bird when he heard his cell ringing. He looked at the caller and saw it was a number he didn't recognize. "Hello?" he spoke, Chad still laughing on his end.

"Troy…it's Rose Darbus."

Troy sat up straight in his chair. "Mrs. Darbus!" Troy spoke.

A sniffle was heard on her end and a cough as well. "Troy…something's happened."

Troy didn't like the way her voice sounded. "Mrs. Darbus, what's going on?"

"Oh, Troy…Gabriella is dead."

He dropped the phone. Chad stopped laughing. He sat there like his world had ended. He had just talked to his mother the night before and she had asked him to do one thing and he didn't check on her. He could have had someone check on her in New Mexico but he didn't do it. He treated it like any other case.

"Dude, are you okay?" Chad asked waving a hand in front of his face.

Troy snapped out of it and picked his phone back up, "Mrs. Darbus are you still there?"

"Yes, Troy. I'm here."

"How'd she die?" he asked.

"She was beaten badly and went into cardiac arrest, honey."

He felt the stray tears falling onto his cheeks as he heard the news. "Who beat her?" he asked angered.

Rose sighed, "I don't know, honey. I don't know all the details. I need to go to the hospital and make sure it's Gabriella but her friend Taylor called and told me it was her. They don't know who did it, but they are investigating the hospital staff."

Troy nodded. "I'll book a flight home as soon as I can. It might take me a day or two, but I promise you, I'll be there, Mrs. Darbus."

Rose smiled when he called her that. He'll never learn to call her by her first name. "Okay, Troy. Jo and Keith are coming home as well."

Troy felt the anger bubble in the bottom of his stomach. "Why? I know Keith kept in touch, but Jo never called or wrote you or Gabriella. She doesn't deserve to be there."

"Troy, Gabriella is her daughter."

Troy shook his head, "I'll be as soon as I can, Mrs. Darbus." And he hung up.

Chad looked at Troy and waited for him to speak. "Dude?"

Troy looked up with red eyes. "Check into that fucking Marshall guy again. Gabriella is dead."

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