Blah, blah, blah- The place where I work is understaffed at the moment- yada, yada, yada- they also thought this would be the perfect time for a hiring freeze- excuses, excuses, excuses - which means a lot of overtime for this kid- Sorry...
Anyway, to make up for my long absence I added some history when Callie and Arizona were starting to know each other (some of you have been asking for that, so think of that as my I'm sorry gift to you). I also added another killing to make for my absence as well... Hope you enjoy...
Chapter Six
Twenty uneventful minutes have passed since Callie, Owen and I found the living remains of Amelia Shepherd on the couch in Callie's office. Owen's phone call to the Seattle Police Department lasted for about five minutes, after he hung up the phone he managed to move the controlled chaos of a normal day in the orthopedics department away from Callie's office about a good twenty five feet before he paged both Meredith and Derek Shepherd.
I want to say about fifteen minutes after Owen paged them, not 911, one intern from the neurology department and one intern from the general surgery department showed up in their place. Each intern explained, in their own words, that their attending was busy for the rest of afternoon and wouldn't come unless it was an emergency. Owen then told each intern that it is important that both Meredith and Derek come up to Callie's office right now. The interns didn't take the message that seriously because just like they appeared they causally walked back downstairs to the OR to tell their attending to drop what they were doing to come to Callie's office.
After the interns left, Owen started pacing in front of Callie's door. One look at the mans face, and you could tell he was coming up with the right words to say when the word gets out that a possible victim of the Road Truck Killer was found at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. Not only will the media be attacking this man, but patients and their families will be at his throat wanting to know if its safe for them to be here.
Callie and I have migrated from leaning up against the wall next to her office door to leaning up against the now empty nurse's station that is located right outside her office door. During our move from the wall to the nurse's station, Callie's face detached itself from my chest. Callie's head is down and her shoulders are slumped, currently her hands are folded up in front of her, and from my angle she could either be staring at her hands or at her feet.
I find myself occasionally wrapping my right arm around her for a quick squeeze before I lightly rub her right arm for a second. After I give her some quick affection, I immediately return to the dark corner of my mind to continue my conversation with The Dark Passenger about the possibly of Dr. Julia Canner, Mark's ex-girlfriend, being The Road Truck Killer.
Theoretically Julia Canner meets the criteria for being the Road Truck Killer. But my days of killing theoretically bad people are over. I need physical proof that Julia Canner is the Road Truck Killer, before she can get the rare privilege of seeing my knife collection up close and personal.
The sound of a medical gurney from my left side gets my attention, because patient elevators are located at the other end of the hall on our right, while staff elevators are at the other end of the hall on our left. I leave my dark thoughts and look over to my left to see April and Bailey walking next to each other with slight confusion on their faces, while pushing an empty medial gurney. Right behind April and Bailey is Nick and what I guess is his partner for this case, Captain Virginia Williams, and a few other people from the Navy, Air Force and the Seattle Police department.
Captain Williams walks over and starts to talk to Owen, while Nick and some other officers walk into Callie's office. Nick holds up his hand telling April and Bailey to stop where they are, and they do. Both April and Bailey look at Owen before looking over to Callie and myself. Callie is still avoiding eye contact with everyone, which leaves me the only one to look back at a still confused April and Bailey.
Using her eyes, Bailey asks me what's going on and before I can respond to her Nick calls for Bailey and April. Bailey looks away from me before she, April and the medical gurney enter Callie's office.
Wait for it in…three…two…one…
April comes rushing out of the room with her hands over her month. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone as she runs down the hall and makes a hard left disappearing from sight.
I'm still looking over towards my left wondering if April is going to come back when I hear Bailey yell. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I turn my head to the right to see the general surgeon standing in the doorway looking over at Owen and Captain Williams, who have stopped their conversation to look at a distrait Bailey.
She raises a good question, what is she supposed to do? What can any of us do?
Well there is something I could do. And I'm pretty sure that everyone here, including Callie, might agree with my solution. When you think about it, it does seem practical, even elegant.
Amelia probably has a good two to three months before she starts to wither away and die. Why make her suffer for three months when I could just end the pain right now.
Owen says a few more words to Captain Williams before he walks into Callie's office to help Bailey with this whole situation. When Owen reenters Callie's office, Captain Williams barks out some orders to the other officers that aren't in Callie's office. Each of them nods their head before they scatter in different directions. After Captain Williams gives out her assignments she turns around to face Callie and I. I don't do anything as I just watch her walk towards Callie and I.
I guess you could say that I was so caught up in watching Captain Williams, I never heard Derek and Meredith join Callie and I at the nurse's stations.
"What is so God Damn important, that we both have to drop everything to come to Callie's office?" Meredith questions.
Callie hears Meredith's voice, which causes Callie to lean over and bury her face into my chest again before she becomes hysterical. Both Meredith and Derek look at Callie for a second before they look over towards me with the same confusion that April and Bailey had when they came walking down the hallway. The sounds of Owen's voice and the ever so noisy medical gurney grab our attention. I know Callie can hear the gurney but she is choosing to ignore it as she continues to cry into my chest.
Owen is the first one out of the door followed by the gurney, which has a still moaning and groaning Amelia Shepherd on it. Meredith lets out a loud gasp as her hands cover her mouth. She squeezes her eyes shut before she turns to her right and buries her face into my left shoulder.
"Amelia!" Derek screams as he takes two steps forward in the direction of his sister.
Owen and Bailey have their heads down while the wheel Amelia to staff elevators with Nick and some other Navy officers right behind them. Derek looks at Owen before his right hand comes up and covers his mouth. He looks at Owen for a second longer before he turns around to look at me.
Derek has his classic look, confused and tired with a splash of stupid, all over his face. I don't know what to say him because…well I really don't know what is going on. I don't know why Amelia has hacked up, left alive and then placed in Callie's office. If I could have stopped it from happening, I would have, but its too late now.
As Derek and I look at each other quietly, I notice how quiet the once nosy orthopedic floor once was. A glance to my right shows every nurse and doctor on the floor looking in our direction, stunned at the scene before them. I give it a good thirty minutes before the whole hospital knows about Amelia Shepherd and maybe a good hour our two before every news station starts camping out front dying for more information.
"You two found the body?" Captain Williams says as she walks up to Meredith, Callie and I. This woman needs to work on her people skills. Some people like to ease in to the finding of the body of Amelia Shepherd, but not Captain Williams.
I just nod my head since the other three doctors want to pretend like Captain Williams doesn't exist.
Derek is still standing in background with his 'classic look', while Meredith and Callie find comfort in their friendly neighborhood serial killer.
Captain Williams is about to say more, but she is stopped when we hear an overhead page.
'Trauma alert purple in the emergency department, trauma alert purple in the emergency department.'
I just watch as Captain William's face contorts in confusion. "What does that mean?" she asks me, since I'm the only one that seems to be acknowledging her presences.
"It means that there is an incoming trauma to the emergency room, and the patient is under the age of 18." I reply back.
"So does that mean that you have to leave since you're a pediatric surgeon?" Captain Williams questions.
"No," I say as I shrug my shoulders. "Dr. Karev is in charge of all incoming pediatric patients that come through the emergency room, if he needs help is when he pages me."
"Will they call you over head?"
"No, unfortunately Alex knows my pager number, my cell phone number, my wife's cell phone number and my house phone number by heart."
Captain Williams just nods her head, while she look down at her note pad for a brief moment. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before she looks back up to me. She is about to say something, but for the second time in a row she is cut off. This time it's by my pager.
I look down at my pager to see a small message from Alex. 'There is an incoming trauma by ground, ETA 10 minutes. My surgery is taking longer than expected can you handle this trauma for me?'
'Yes,' I say back before I look back up towards Captain Williams.
"They need you downstairs?" Captain Williams says.
"Yeah, I have a trauma that will be here in about 10 minutes." I reply back.
"Ok," Captain Williams says as she nods her head. "Your friends with Lieutenant Colonel Nick Michaels, correct?"
I won't say friends…"Yeah, we grew up together." I say with a smile.
"Well I just let Lieutenant Colonel Michaels get your statement after your done with your trauma." Captain Williams says to me.
"Ok," I whisper as I manage to redirect Meredith towards a still upset Derek, and I somehow remove Callie from my chest. "I'll be back as soon as I'm done downstairs." I say to Callie who does nothing but nod her head. She lets out a sniff and wipes her eyes as she tries to compose herself for Captain William.
After I give Callie a kiss on the cheek, I briskly walk downstairs to the emergency room. When I get down downstairs I see Jessica and Andrew my pediatric residents for the next three months, and Aaron my pediatric intern for the next three months. Four years ago Owen got sick and tried of interns and residents only working in one specialty when they started working at Seattle Grace. So Owen got approval from the board to place a rule stating that every intern, first and second year residents must switch departments every three months before choosing a specialization. Jessica is a first year resident, she is very tall standing at 6'1. Her body is a little on the thick side and she has long light red hair that falls to her shoulders. Andrew is a second year resident and is on the short side. He stands at 5'6 with short dark brown hair, and he has a very well shaven bread. Aaron is in his final few months as an intern and is the same height as Andrew. His hair is long and shaggy, and it has a light brown tint to it.
Along with Jessica, Drew and Aaron I see Jo and one of her residents standing right next to her. I grab a trauma grown and walk up and stand next to Jo on her left side.
"So besides an incoming trauma under the age of 18 do we know anything else?"
"She's seven months pregnant, and that's about it." Jo says.
I just nod my head and finish tying on my trauma grown. When my trauma gown is tied is when the ambulance stops right in front of us. The doors fling open and two paramedics push out a young girl, who immediately grabs both Jo's and my attention.
"This is 16 year old Jamie Campos she is seven months pregnant and according to her mother she was complaining about stomach pain for the past few days and this afternoon when she got back from school she passed out in the kitchen and has been unresponsive since then." A paramedic says as he helps push Jamie into an empty trauma room.
"Does she have a liver disease?" Jo beats me to the question we are both dying to know, because we both noticed a light yellow tint to her skin, which is something you find in patients with liver disease.
"No," a tall brunette woman says from the doorway. The amount of fear and panic in her eyes tells both Jo and I that this lady is Jamie's mother.
"Dr. Robbins…Dr. Wilson, should her stomach be doing this?" Drew questions as he lightly taps her stomach on the left side. Jo and I look down in time to see a small wave form and move from her left side to her right side.
"No," I say immediately, "she has Ascites, we need to drain abdomen right know. Aaron go get the ascites kit from the supply closet, Jo help me get her on her left side."
"Oh God I knew I should've taken her to the hospital sooner." Mrs. Campos cries from the doorway. "She said she had belly pains, swollen feet and vomiting. I just thought it was because she pregnant. Is she and my grandson going die?"
"Jessica get her out of her." Jo and I say in unison.
Jessica escorts Mrs. Campos to the waiting room, right when Aaron comes back with our ascites kit. We are about to cut into her side to drain the fluid that is in her abdomen when Jamie decides to have a heart attack.
Jo and I are able to bring her back, but the heart attack, the fluid build up and the safety of Jamie's unborn son causes us to go into surgery. Four hours, two crashes, an emergency cesarean section and four gallons of bodily fluid later, Jamie and her son are in going to be just fine.
Even though it is the end of my workday, I still stop by the coffee cart for a medium vanilla latte because even though the kids are older, it's still a goat rodeo when you get the three of them together. After I get my coffee I take the elevator to the fourth floor where pediatrics is located. I let out a sigh as I see Nick standing my by the glass sliding doors.
"Gloria, won't let the cop in," Nick says sarcastically while pointing to himself.
I just smile at him before I take my name badge and swipe along the card reader. The red light turns green and the sliding glass doors open. Together Nick and I walk through the sliding glass doors and walk towards the right side of the nurses station and down the hall to my office.
As we walk past the entrance nurses station, Gloria, a nice middle aged nurse with long light brown hair, a round face, and very nice green eyes, gives me a friendly smile before giving Nick a death glare.
"Glare at me all you want, Gloria, I should have you arrested for obstruction of justice." Nick says while glaring back.
"Gloria," I start out. "You can let him in from now on. He's a real cop and I know him personally."
Gloria just nods her head, never taking her eyes off of Nick. "Ok Dr. Robbins. It's better to be safe than sorry. I've never seen his type of badge before, and there are a lot of sick bastards out there. "
"I'm not one of them, I'm trying to get those bastards off the streets." Nick says with a raised voice.
"Hey," I say with a somewhat raised voice as well. "Language. Both of you let it go. Gloria let him in from now on, and Nick your not going to arrest anyone. Now let's go to my office so we can talk." I say as I grab Nick by arm start to lead him down the hall to my office.
"Why is the pediatrics floor like a fortress to get into? Their sick kids that belong to middle class America." Nick says.
"Well when I first started working here two sick bastards, as you and Gloria put it, tried to kidnap a sick kid from this floor." I say as the two of us enter my office.
"Seriously?" Nick says as he glances around my office for a second before planting his ass on my couch.
"Seriously," I say as I close and lock the door, "and if it weren't for Callie, the couple would have successfully pulled one over on me."
I watch as Nick's body language changes when I bring up my wife. "How so?"
"It happened no more than eight months after I moved here. New city, new state, new serial killer…"
I had been paged to the ER for an incoming trauma, however, the seven-year-old girl Alice, died en route to the hospital so my services were no longer needed. Since I was still new to the hospital I only knew of one way to get back to the pediatrics floor. That route required me to walk through the new emergency room. In the middle of my walk, a woman who is about the same height as me cuts me off. She is on the heavy side, with a full face and a very pale complexion. She has long red hair, which is pulled back into a ponytail, and she has on a pair of thick frame Seeing Eye glass on. "Excuse me miss, are you a doctor here?" she asks with a little bit of an attitude.
"Yes ma'am, I'm Dr. Robbins," I say with smile as I extend my hand for a handshake.
The woman doesn't shake my hand as she just shakes her head and lets out a huff. "My husband and I and have been waiting well over four hours to see a doctor. Can you help us?" Her question sounds more like a demand. I just give her a confused look as we both look over to my right to a man lying on a bed. Her husband is just as tall and big as she is, but he has a darker complexion. Judging by his facial expressions he looks like he is in a lot of pain.
"I am a doctor but I'm a pediatric doctor, but if you give me a moment I can see if I can find a doctor to help your husband."
"Thank you," the woman sighs before she walks over to her husband's side.
I follow the woman with my eyes and just look at the couple before I walk over towards my left where one of the nurse's stations is located. When I get to the nurses stations I see Callie sitting on the other side typing something on the computer.
"Hey Callie," I say with a chirp.
Callie immediately perks up when she hears my voice. "Hey Arizona," she says with smile on her face.
"There's a couple in Alpha 26, they said they have been waiting here for about four hours. You think you could go see them?" I ask.
Callie sits up straight and looks over at bed A-26. "Oh, they can wait." Callie says as she waves them off with her right hand.
"Why?" I ask with confusion.
"Since you're new and haven't had a full shift in the ER yet. Say hello to Tiffany and Darren Eblong." Callie points to the couple. I don't say anything as I briefly turn my head to look at the couple, before looking back at Callie. "Darren has Sickle Cell Anemia, and instead of taking the medicine that his doctor has prescribed him he likes to come to Seattle Grace Hospital because he thinks this place is an all you can use narcotics buffet." Callie uses my silence as a cue to continue. "When I finally go over there, Tiffany will say that Darren is in too much pain to talk, and that he wants Decitabine, Hydroxyuren and Dilaudid. He wants it in an IV and he wants the Decitabine first and he wants me push it real slow then he will want Hydroxyuren next and wants me to push it real fast, and lastly he will want Dilaudid pushed real slow." Callie pauses for a second, "and since it never changes and he doesn't want to take his medicine he can wait."
I find myself smiling a little bit after Callie's little rant about the Eblong's. "What?" Callie questions when she notices that I've been quiet for way too long.
"You got a little feisty there, Callie. " I say with a smile still on my face.
"People who abuse the hospital like the Eblong's really piss me off." Callie says.
"You should be feisty more often, I like that side of you."
Callie's eyes get a little wide before she starts to blush a little bit.
"Dr. Robbins," a voice says from right.
"That would be me," I say with smile as I turn to face a young scruffy man.
"Alex Karev," he says as he extends his right hand for a handshake.
"What can I do for you, Alex," I say as I shake his hand.
"I was wondering if I could be on your service? I've kind of taken a small liking to peds."
"Sure, I was just about to start my rounds." I say as the two of us start to walk out of the ER. "See you later, Callie." I say over my shoulder.
"B-bye," Callie yells back.
Ever since Alex started following me around wanting to be my protégé my schedule become lighter, because Alex is doing all of my busy work. And since I had a lot of down time, I guess you could say I was about to officially welcome myself to Seattle with a nice fresh kill.
For some reason the Eblong's didn't really sit well with me. So one afternoon I pulled up Darren Eblong's medical record and read it page for page. After I read his medical file for the second time I started to notice a pattern. Darren only comes to the hospital every 5 weeks and orders the same drugs, but over the past few months Darren has been coming into the hospital more often. Coming in every 5 weeks has gone down to coming in every week. If you are in that much pain all the time, logically you should talk to a doctor instead of racking up a pretty hefty hospital bill. There has to be another reason to why Darren and his wife are constantly coming into the hospital, and it can't be Darren's Sickle Cell.
I'm about to close Darren's medical file when the file refreshes itself. Looks like a new page has been added. I look at the new page to see that Darren is currently downstairs getting treatment. How convenient. I close the file and get up to leave my office. When I start walk towards the staff elevators a flash of red catches my eye to the right.
I look over towards my right to see Tiffany standing inside of a room looking at chart while a young child slumbers.
"Can I help you?" I ask from the doorway.
Tiffany jumps a little bit, because she never heard me coming. "No I was just checking up on my nephew." Tiffany says as she puts his chart back in its natural resting place at the foot of his bed. "I should get going," Tiffany says as she makes her way towards me. "I don't really get along with Anthony's mother so I should get going before she comes back and we get into another pointless fight."
I just give her a light smile before I step out of her way allowing her to leave. It would seem that Tiffany and Darren are monsters just like me, and when you deal with other monsters you have to make sure that you don't scare them away. I've already spooked Tiffany by catching her in a room she's not supposed to be in, so telling her that Anthony's mother is dead would just do more damage.
After I let Tiffany leave the pediatric floor, I get paged to the ER for an incoming trauma that takes up the rest of my day. After my workday I go home to my boat, and sit in the kitchen with my laptop doing research on the Eblongs. The good part about Darren constantly coming into the hospital is I have access to all his personal information making my not so legal background check a lot easier for me.
It's around one o'clock in the morning when I finally find the reason to Darren's numerous hospital visits. Seattle Grace Hospital is not the only hospital where Darren likes to get his treatment for his Sickle Cell. Darren has medical records at Mercy West Medical Center and Seattle Presbyterian Hospital, normally I would just make a metal note about this medical history at two other hospitals, but the red flag is raised when I notice that several children in the pediatric department from both Mercy West Medical Center and Seattle Presbyterian Hospital have gone missing around the same time that Darren was emitted from the hospital.
According to the medical records at the other two hospitals Darren would show up every 5 weeks, and as the mouths past his visits became more frequent until finally a child went missing. It looks like Darren and his wife would lay low for about 6 months before they went to another hospital. For a while it looks like they rotated between Mercy West Medical Center and Seattle Presbyterian Hospital.
Before I arrived to Seattle Grace Hospital, Seattle Grace was a level 3 trauma center for pediatric cases, meaning Seattle Grace didn't have the full availability of specialists or resources for emergency resuscitation like a level 1 or a level 2 pediatric trauma center. Severe pediatric cases were transferred to Mercy West or Seattle Presbyterian. Also the NICU was only a level two meaning the nursery could only care for babies born at 32 weeks or greater or who were recovering from serious conditions. With Seattle Grace being very low on the pediatric care list of hospitals it's easy to see why Darren and Tiffany ignored this place for so long.
After I arrived, Seattle Grace became a level 2 trauma center, and a level 3A NICU facility. 4 years after my arrival Seattle Grace would become a level 1 trauma center, and after the arrival of Addison our NICU would become a level 3C, meaning we could take and treat any child at any age. With Seattle Grace Hospital slowly moving up the list of good pediatric hospital the Eblong's thought they could come here and kidnap a child. They were wrong.
It took three weeks of stalking before I could finally break into their house. Both have part time jobs as security guards at the Sorrento Hotel. They pick up hours whenever they can, but usually when one was working the other was home, and never left. But on one Wednesday night both Tiffany and Darren were called into work for 12 straight hours. I followed the Eblong's and watch them walk into work, I stayed in the parking lot for an hour to make sure that they were staying at work before I turned on my car and drove back to their house.
The Eblong's live in a nice three bedroom, 2.5 bathroom house in Kirkland Washington, which is about 10 minutes outside of Seattle. The house is only one story and everything seems to be normal, but all of that goes out the window when I get a locked door that located next to laundry room. The doorknob on this door is different than the other doors; the doorknob on this door is a mortise lock set. Mortise lock sets are harder to pick, so Eblong's don't want anybody to see what is behind this door.
Like I said before mortise lock sets are harder to pick, and it takes me two in half hours to pick the lock. Thank God they are both working for 12 hours. When I finally successfully pick the lock, I'm greeted with a set of stairs going down.
I follow the stairs downwards into what I assume is the basement. The basement has been transformed into one giant wide-open room. The floor has white tile with plastic sheets covering the floor. Along the wall to my left are various arcade style video games, legos, and toy cars. A long the wall to my right are Barbie Dolls, dollhouses, small tables and chairs for tea parties. Directly across from stairwell is a small stage with several cameras facing it. In the center of the stage is a queen size bed with handcuffs, chains and rope lying on top of it. On the right side of the bed is small table with whips, chains and a large vary of sex toys. On the left side of the bed is medium side workstation with a 27 inch Mac Pro, a DVD player and other editing equipment. Above the computer is a series of white DVD cases, the spine of the DVD cases is the first thing I see, and on the spine of the cases are names with a star by the name. The stars range from one star to five stars. DVD are arranged by stars, and then alphabetically. Using the DVD player on the workstation I look at a few of DVDs. It would seem the kids who just lay there crying for someone to help them got a one star, while the kids who put up a fight got five stars.
After five DVDs I've determined that I've seen enough, and I leave the house making sure that everything is put back into its proper resting place. Since I have to kill two people at the same time, it takes a little while for all three of our schedules to match up. During my wait for our schedules to match up I'm forced to think and work myself up about what have they have done. I know I'm a monster, and that killing people is bad, but for some reason I hate pedophiles. I can't stand them. I don't know if its because I'm pediatric surgeon, and I work with kids all the time, but whatever the reason is, I go out of my way to make sure pedophiles feel everything that I do them while I kill them…slowly of course.
It's about another three week before the three of us all have a lovely Friday night off in the middle of May. Darren and Tiffany had to work the morning shift, which was 7:00 am to 7:00 pm, and I have the whole weekend off. Darren and Tiffany get home around 7:30 pm. Darren immediately goes to the living room and lies down on the couch while Tiffany walks outside and down the street to the community mailbox. I use this opportunity to knock out Darren. Tiffany left the front door unlocked, so I'm able to quietly sneak into the house. When you enter the house from the front door, you immediately enter the living room. I see Darren lying on couch with a pillow over his face. He either doesn't hear me or thinks I'm Tiffany because as I inch my closer to him he doesn't move. When I get close enough to him I grab the pillow and remove it. His eyes get wide when he sees me, and he starts to make a loud gasping sound when I stick my M99 needle in his neck. Darren's eyes get wide, before he starts turning pale. He continues to gasp for air before his left hand up comes to grab his chest. I just back away slowly, as I watch him have a heart attack, probably caused by the M99. The amount of drugs he has in is system probably doesn't mix well with M99, I didn't really think that one through. Two minutes later Darren finally dies before he falls off the couch and on to the floor.
I let out a sigh before I put my needle back into my pocket, and then lift Darren back onto the couch to make it look like he is still sleeping. After Darren is placed I go hide in the corner of the living room by the front door waiting for Tiffany to return with the mail. I'm waiting for about five minutes when the front door opens. Right when Tiffany closes the door is when I strike. I decide to play it safe and knock her out the old fashion way, which is by using my hands instead of using M99. I manage to wrap my left arm around her neck and start to squeeze it around her jugular. I place my right hand on the back on of her neck and start to press it forward. I feel Tiffany start to get weak, and I'm about to loosen grip when Tiffany violently jerks her head to left in a last minute attempt to break free. However this attempt works against her because she ends up snapping her neck, killing herself.
"FUCK," I scream as I throw her body down on the floor. "Fucking, fuck." My Friday night is ruined because I prematurely killed Darren and Tiffany Eblong. "This is some bullshit," I grumble as I look at the two lifeless bodies lying on the floor in the living room.
I'm in the middle of sulking over my ruined Friday night, when I feel my phone start to vibrate. "What-" I say in an irritable voice.
The line is quiet for a few seconds before someone finally speaks. "Hey Arizona, it's Callie." Callie pauses waiting for me to say something, probably an apology…
"What do you want, Calliope?" The irritation in my voice starts to grow the more Callie keeps me on this fucking phone.
"Um," Callie stutters a little bit, "Mark, Bailey, Derek, Teddy, Owen and I were going to go to Joe's later on this evening around 10 pm, I was wondering if you wanted to join us?"
"No,"
"No?" Callie questions sounding a little up set by my decline of her invitation.
"That's right, no. I don't want to sit in a dirty bar and listen to you all bitch about your love life. I don't care, and I don't want to listen to that shit, so no I don't want to go to Joe's with you and the others." I say before I hang up the phone not giving Callie the chance to respond back.
I stand in the living room for about 10 minutes calming myself down before I move both Tiffany and Darren's body downstairs to the basement. I place their bodies to my liking before I destroy the upstairs, making it look like there was a fight that went on before the death of Tiffany and Darren.
I manage to slip out of the house unnoticed. When I get into my car I pull out my burner cell phone and call the police. "Seattle Police Department, how can I help you?" A deep voice says over the phone.
"Hi sir, I was walking my dog down Summer Grove Street in Kirkland, and I heard what sounded like a very physical fight, someone was screaming for help so I thought I would call the police."
"Ok, ma'am I will send an officer out there. Do you know the address of the of house?"
"810 Summer Grove Street."
"Ok, a unit will be there in about ten minutes."
"Thank you," I say before I hang up and turn off the phone, so they can't track it because when the police get to the Eblong's house the front door will be open with two dead bodies waiting for them inside.
When I get back to my boat I spend the rest of the evening on the bow of my boat with hot tea just staring up at the stars, sulking over my stupidity. I was so eager to kill the Eblong's I didn't think about the fact that Darren's body probably couldn't handle M99. I should have put Darren in a sleeper holder, and used the M99 on Tiffany. Since it was a nice night in the middle of May, and weather was perfect outside, I end up falling asleep under the stars.
I wake up the next morning at the ass crack of dawn thinks to the sunrise. I just lie on my bow for another 20 minutes as I watch the sunrise over the Puget Sound. After the sun has risen I go down into the hull of my boat and take a shower before I enter the kitchen and make breakfast with the news playing in the background.
I'm in middle of eating breakfast when Brighthouse News talk about some vigilante killing the Eblong's because they were pedophiles with a sex dungeon in their basement.
The rest of my weekend is pretty low key like this, since I couldn't kill anybody on Friday night, I end up going for a nice long run after my breakfast on Saturday morning. I manage to calm myself down by Monday morning, so I can go to work looking like my usual fake self.
I take no more than two steps into the hospital when I hear Chief Webber call my name. "Dr. Robbins."
"Yes sir?" I say as I turn attention to the main nurses station in the front lobby.
"Can speak to you in my office, right now?"
"Sure," I say with slight confusion.
The two of us are quiet as we walk up the third floor of the hospital where his office is located. Chief Webber opens the door for me, "please have a seat" he says from behind me.
I do as I'm told with a light smile on my face. "Am I in trouble?" I question, as the chief sits on the other side of his desk.
"No, your not," Webber says with small sigh. "Sorry if I scared you back there, but I have to talk to you about something important."
"What?" I ask, giving him my best fake look of concern.
"Have you seen or read the local news this weekend?" Webber asks me.
I nod my head, knowing immediately where this conversation is going. "This is about the Eblong's?"
Webber just nods his head at me. "Our medical records confirm that they have been here several times over the past few mouths. Several doctors and nurses have also confirmed seeing their faces downstairs in the ER. I was wondering if you or anyone of your staff members saw them upstairs in peds?"
"No one has said anything to me, but I do remember seeing Tiffany Eblong upstairs in a child's room about two months ago." I say to Chief Webber. I watch as he becomes uneasy in his chair when I tell him about Tiffany being in a room.
"W-what was she doing?" Richard chokes out.
"She was in Anthony Evans' rooms. He has leukemia, and Alex and I were trying to get rid of some of the leukemia cells through chemotherapy before we started him on his bone marrow transplant."
"So she was in his room talking to Anthony? Where was his parents, and where was the nurse?" The questions come flying out of Richard's mouth.
"No Anthony was in the middle of his chemotherapy, and the first drug given in chemotherapy is Benadryl to help easy any pain. For children and most adults Benadryl usually makes them tired and they fall asleep before that bag is empty. Anthony was knocked out cold when Tiffany entered his room. As for his parents, his mother died, two week after he was born so it's just him and his dad. His dad would always wait until he fell asleep to sneak downstairs and bring some food back for himself. Lastly my nursing staff is running thin because I only have 15 nurses for the whole pediatric department and NICU, chances are Anthony's nurse was in another room helping another child." I pause for a moment as I relive that day when I caught Tiffany in Anthony's room. "I think I might have scared her away when I asked what she was doing in Anthony's room."
"What did she say?"
"She made up some story about being Anthony's aunt and how she doesn't get along with his mother and that was why she had snuck in his room." I let out a sigh as I shake my head with disappointment. "I was so caught up in another case, I didn't put two and two together about his mother until it was too late. After that I kept an eye out for her, but she never returned when I was around."
Richard just nods his head before he leans back in his chair. "You and whoever murder the Eblongs might have helped us dodge a bullet."
I just give Richard a small look of confusion, "I don't understand." I say to him.
"The media, being the media has found out the Eblong's pattern was for kidnapping these children and has shared this pattern with all of Seattle. Meaning the media has pointed out all of the flaws at Mercy West Medical Center and Seattle Presbyterian Hospital. Since the media hasn't said anything about Seattle Grace, I've been getting a number of phones about people wanting to being their children here instead of going to Mercy West or Seattle Presbyterian. The board and I hired you because the pediatric department is the only department here that is subpar. We will hire more nurses and doctors that meet your approval over the next the few mouths, but the first thing the board and I want to do is protect these kids so people like the Eblongs can't come waltzing in here and kidnapping kids right under our nose." Webber pauses for a second to take a breath. "I've looked at the layout at Mercy West and Seattle Presbyterian and it is the same as our, a whole floor dedicated to children. Do you have any suggestion on how to keep these kids safe?"
"We could model the pediatric department like John Hopkins." I suggest.
Richard leans forward and grabs a pen and paper, "I'm listening."
"The entrance to the pediatric department has clear sliding glass doors that is always locked. To open the door you had to press your ID badge against an RFID reader, only pediatric doctors, nurses, surgeons, and security guards had access to the floor. Right in front of the door was a nurses station that could open the door for only approved doctors and guests. The stairwell door was locked as well, you had to scan your badge if you wanted to open the door to get in to the department, but could be opened without a badge from the inside. The patient ID wristbands are plastic and have a sensor inside of it that would alert security, and the peds staff if the bracelet got too close to an exit door, or if someone was tampering with it or took it off before it was deactivated."
We are both quiet as Richard continues writing for a few more minutes. "And the hold department was like that?"
"Yep," I say as I nod my head, "Peds, NICU and the maturity ward were strict access like that. 95% of the time the bands would go off if a kid got to close to the door or their parents took off the band before the nurse could deactivate it."
"What would happen if a child went missing?"
"The hospital would go into a code pink. The police were notified, and the security guards would block all of the exits and question everyone trying to leave until we found the child."
Richard doesn't say anything as he continues to nod his head.
For the rest of the morning Richard and I talk about upgrading the security for the peds department. That morning I found out that every year Chief would we meet with the department heads one on one and ask them what upgrades they wanted for their department, whoever gave the best sales pitch got their upgrade. But this year thanks to the Eblong's all of the hospitals extra money went into making Peds the fortress it is today.
After my meeting with Richard I leave his office and go down one floor to the attending lounge and get changed into my scrubs. I leave the attending's lounge and start to make my way upstairs to the peds floor when I hear someone calling my name behind me. "Robbins!"
I don't say anything as I put my hands in my lab coat pockets and turn around to face the voice. "What's up, Mike," I say with my best fake smile.
"It's Mark," Mark corrects. "Where do come off talking to my best friend like that!"
"I don't know what you talking about?" I say with some confusion.
"You don't remember yelling at Callie about sitting in a dirty bar while everyone bitches about their love life." Mark yells at me. "She is the most sweet, fun loving person in the world and everyone just treats her like shit and walks all over her. Well I'm tired of it, so you're going to leave her alone."
"And if I don't," I say with smirk.
"Don't make me kick your ass, Robbins." Mark threatens in a lower voice. "For Callie, I have no problem beating up a girl."
"You and what army?" I say with smile on face.
"I'm being serious, Robbins." Mark says with a stern voice.
"So am I," I say as my dark passenger starts to slip his way to the front seat of my body.
"Is there a problem here?" Owen questions as he walks past the staring contest Mark and I are having.
"No," I say as I break eye contact to look over at Owen. "No problem at all, is there Dave?" I say as slap Mark on the back.
"It's Mark," Mark says through his teeth, "no there is no problem."
"Ok," Owen stutters with a look of confusion as he looks back and forth between Mark and I.
"Well dying children are calling my name, so I should get going." I say with a smile. "See around Owen, bye Dan." I say before I turn around and walk back up to peds.
I'm upstairs and in the operating room with Alex for the rest of day. Originally I was going to read the paper and look for my next victim, but for some reason I find myself walking across the street to the popular bar among the doctors, Joe's. When I walk inside I scan the room before I walk up to up the bar. I'm standing at the bar, when a tall man with short brown hair comes over to me. "What can get you?"
"Can I have a blueberry lemonade and whatever she's having." I say as I point over towards Callie who is sitting in a booth by herself looking sad.
"One glass of Jack Daniel's, but I don't know what's in a blueberry lemonade." The bartender says to me.
"It's club soda, lemon juice, blueberries and mint." I say back.
"What type of alcohol do you want?"
"No alcohol, I don't drink." I say with smile.
The man smiles back before he makes my drink and pours Callie's drink. A few minutes later the bartender returns with my drinks, "that will be 10 dollars", I give him 13 and tell him to keep to the change. With my drinks I walk over to Callie and sit across from her.
"Can I sit with you?" I say as I slide in the booth across from Callie.
Callie looks up at me, when she sees that its me her eyes immediately go back down to looking at her drink.
"Look I came here to apologize about my behavior on Friday night. I had a fun magnificent evening planned and everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and I was at that point where I was going to take my anger out on the first person I came in contact with, and unfortunately that was you. And I'm sorry for that." I say as I slide the glass of Jack Daniel's in front of her.
"Thanks," Callie says as she downs her glass, and grabs on to the glass that I got her. "So I take it you had a rough night with your girlfriend."
Callie's comment catches me off guard, because I only told Teddy that I was gay. I guess at some point Teddy told Callie.
"Something like that," I say as I take a sip from my glass.
Callie lets out a disappointing sigh before she just nods her head.
"So what did you do this weekend?" I ask trying to cheer her up.
Callie is about to her open her mouth but is stopped when we both hear some yell her name. "Torres!" Mark says as he sits next his best friend. "Robbins," he says with a monotone voice.
"Steve," I reply back with same dry tone.
"Do I look like a Steve?" Mark says with slight irritation.
"No you look like a douche bag." I say with a smile.
My remark gets a chuckle from Callie.
"And you look like a bitch." Mark shoots back. "Anyway, I you should leave because I would like to talk to my friend, or bitch about my love life as you put it."
"Well I guess I see you later…Callie." I say as I start to slide out of the booth.
"You don't have leave," Callie says as she grabs my hand to stop me.
I just pause to look her for a moment. "Callie, don't do this, Robbins isn't worth it. Let her be a loner with no friends." Mark says to Callie.
"Mark!" Callie somewhat yells.
"No it's ok, Callie. I really should get going, because I have plans for later on this evening. I just wanted to apologize about my behavior in person." I say with a light smile.
"Are you sure?" she questions, begging me to stay with her eyes.
"I'm sure, Steve's smell of sweat, shame and cheap sex is starting to give me a headache." I say as my move my attention to Mark.
"Fuck you, Arizona." Mark barks at me.
"Fuck you too, Steve" I say with a wink and smile. I slide out of the booth and start to walk towards the door when I hear Mark yell to me.
"My name is Mark, Arizona."
His yell doesn't faze me and I don't turn around to address him as I leave the bar. "I don't care," I say under my breath with a smile on face…
"So you dating and marrying Callie, is just some grudge you have against Dr. Mark Sloan?" Nick questions.
I just Nick a blank stare for about a good minute. "Really? Out of that whole story about why peds is so hard to get in to you only focus on the fact that I don't like Mark Sloan."
"You brought it up, you could have ended the story after you left Richard's office, but you chose to continue." Nick says to me.
I just shake my head at Nick, "no me dating and marrying Callie isn't a grudge against Mark. I started dating Callie to get people off my back about me love life, and as the years went by, I realize that I had fallen in love with her while I was dating her. When we were dating I realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, so we got married and had kids."
"How do you not realize what's going on here." Nick says as he sits up straighter on the couch. "Your only married to Callie because it's what everyone else is doing around you. You don't love her, your just saying that to fit in."
I look away from Nick while I shake my head. "I think it's time for you leave Nick." I say as I stare straight ahead at my closed office door.
"Why?" Nick questions in confusion.
"Because I'm sick and tried of defending my love for Callie to you, and if you keep pushing my buttons I will stab in the neck with this cheap Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital pen."
Nick doesn't say anything as he gets up from the couch. He takes three steps towards my desk before he tosses five sheets of paper on my desk. "List of victim names you wanted." Once the papers on my desk Nick starts to make his way towards my door.
He manages to open the door and he is about to step out of my office when I stop him. "If I was normal, would believe me when I say that I'm really in love with Callie?" Nick stops moving and turns to face me. "Why is it that everyone around me is allowed to evolve and love with no questions ask, but when I say I love someone its absolutely out of the question?" I pause for a moment, "some term defined in the early 1900s defies who I am today, and that's bullshit. A lot of time has passed between now and the 1900s, and pretty sure people like me have changed through the years. Yes I have no remorse for my actions, whether they are right or wrong, and I can fake my emotions better than a Hollywood actress, but there are something's that I can't fake. And my emotions for Callie and my three kids are one of them. Why do I have to bend over backwards to make you see that?"
"I never said you had to bend over backwards, or prove you love for Callie. You're doing that all on your own." Nick says back.
"You're giving me a reason to bend over backwards." I say to him, "you and Tim taught me how to read body language, and you guys are the king at reading people. So I can tell through your body language, that you don't like Callie. You make that perfectly clear every time I bring her up."
Nick just smiles at me as he steps back into my office. He closes the door behind him before he starts to walk over to where I'm standing, which is right in front of my desk. "Fine, I you win I don't like your wife. She only has a small inch of my respect. Tim and I made and trained you." Nick hisses as he points to himself. "All of high school and your undergraduate degree we told you to become an NCIS agent, because they also hire civilians. When the time came to let you out, what do you do? You runway. You go to medical school and become a pediatric surgeon, and while you roamed the streets bring a monster and killing whenever you could, Callie found you. She took you in, she groomed you, and gave you new pretty leash that she is holding on to." Nick says only inches away from my face. "You are the perfect definition of sociopath. You have no empathy for people around you. You are very good at deceiving people; as long as it fits your agenda you have no problem faking your emotions. You are obsessively organized when it comes to killing, you always have a plan and you always stick to that plan no matter what, and if things go wrong you have several backup plans to cover your ass. And because you can do all of those things, it also mean you can't produce emotions for another human being like a true sociopath."
The room gets quiet as Nick and I stare at each other. The longer we stare at each other the more thick the air gets in my office. We are like this for about five minutes, when our staring contest is stopped when Teddy come barging into my office.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Teddy yells.
Nick and I don't say anything as we both turn our attention to Teddy, who has just plopped down on my couch.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Teddy says as she starts to get up from the couch.
"No it's ok, I was just leaving." Nick says as he gives Teddy a smile. He glances over towards me briefly before he walks out of my office.
When Nick is out of office, Teddy gets up from the couch to close and lock my door. "We can talk about that in a minute, but first we need to talk about Amelia Shepherd." Teddy plops back down on the couch, and I move myself from the front of my desk to couch and sit next Teddy.
The two of us are quiet for about 10 minutes before Teddy leans back and looks at me. "Please tell me that you didn't do that to Amelia Shepherd." Teddy says breaking our silence.
"No, I didn't do that. I know I'm sick and twisted when it comes to killing people, but when I'm done with them I kill them and get rid of their body. I have a family to think about, so that means no playing games with the police." I say as I turn my head to look over at Teddy.
"Then what was with the three degree a few days ago?" Teddy pauses, "you wanted to know everything about her, and then two days later she's in Callie's office hacked up and left a live to die slowly and painfully."
"It's hard to explain," I say with a sigh as I lean back on the couch.
"Between the army, my patients, and having you as a best friend nothing really fazes me anymore." Teddy with a small chuckle, "try me."
I let out another sigh, "a few nights ago I dreamt about Amelia Shepherd." I say as I look over towards Teddy.
Teddy just raises her eyebrows silently telling me continue, and I do. "I had a dream that I was in her home in Los Angeles where we chatted and drank wine. I don't know what we talked about, but we talked for a while. She got up to get another bottle wine, and when she came back to the table I got up and attacked her."
"So you dreamt that you killed Amelia Shepherd?" Teddy questions.
"I didn't kill her in my dream, and I didn't hack her up either. We were in the middle fighting when I woke up." I correct. "I've never fantasized or dreamt about people that I should kill. I find my victims the old fashion way, I read about what they did in the paper, or see it on the nightly news, and on really slow months I hack the records database at the Seattle Police Department."
"What?" Teddy questions, as her head snaps in my direction.
"I hack into the Seattle Police Department. A good majority of my kills come from the records department from a local police station." I say nonchalantly, "I've got to put my software engineering minor to good use."
"Right when I think you can't surprise me anymore…you do." Teddy says. "Ok, so you had a dream about killing Amelia Shepherd. Are you telling me that you've never dreamt about killing someone, weather they were innocent or not?"
I just shake my head. "I don't really dream, and when I do dream it's not about killing." I pause for a moment, "when I do dream, I like to look for a meaning behind my very rare dream. It's already weird that I dreamt about Amelia Shepherd, a woman I have never met. And now her body was found in my wife's office, me dreaming about her has to mean something."
"Well, what could it mean?"
"That seems to be the question on the day," I say as I lean forward. I rest my elbows on my knees before I bury my face into my hands.
The room is quiet for about 5 minutes before The Passenger whispers, Sloan, from the left side of my brain. My head snaps up out of my hands, and I find myself staring straight ahead at nothing.
"What?" Teddy questions when she feels my sudden movement.
"Mark," I reply back.
"Ok, what about him?" Teddy says still confused.
"I think Mark is the common denominator between all The Road Truck Killer, killings." I say to Teddy.
"How can Mark be the killer?" Teddy asks, "this guy has killed other people in other states, and Mark hasn't even left the city of Seattle in over a year."
"I'm not saying that Mark is the killer." I correct, "I'm saying that there might be a possibility that someone from Mark's past is killing these people. Before Lexie, Mark, used and abused women like a full time job. What if he messed around and hurt the wrong person?" I pause look back at Teddy, who is still leaning backwards against the couch. Teddy has a questionable look on her face, like she isn't really buying the story that Mark could be the reason for all of the resent killings all over the country. "Think about it Ted. Nobody just kills a man's daughter and grandson, and then leave the bodies at his wedding, and you don't kill a woman that was like his little sister, and leave the body in the office of his best friend unless you have some type of grudge against him." I pause again, while Teddy is staring at the floor nodding her head slowly. I'm quiet as I watch the gears turn in her head as she slowly starts to agree with my theory. "We're talking about Mark Sloan here, we both know that he has pissed off a fair share of women in his day, the nurses here at this hospital banned together against the man like 12 or 13 years ago."
"I see your point," Teddy finally says to me. "But the only thing that doesn't make sense to me, is if someone has a vendetta against Mark why would they leave Amelia's body in Callie's office and not Mark's and why was Amelia left a live?"
I feel my face start to contort into confusion as I join Teddy and lean back against couch, "I don't know." I finally say after about 2 minutes of silence.
The two of us are thinking quietly in my office for about 5 more minutes when we both come to the same conclusion at the same time. "Do you think it's a message to Callie, saying 'you're next'?" I say as I break the now awkward silence between the two of us.
"Oh God, I hope not." Teddy whispers.
I quickly get up from the couch and start to make my over to my office door. "I'm going to go find Callie." I say right as I open the door.
I'm about to walk out of my office when both Teddy's pager and mine go off. We both glance down at our pagers, and for me at least, I let out sigh of relief when I see that page came from Callie. Teddy reads the page first and in a heartbeat she is off the couch and out my door. After I get over the fact that Callie is ok at the moment, I take the time to fully read the page...
Addison has gone into labor.
I was going to add Sofia's counseling in this chapter, but that section was too long so I made it its own chapter. Hopefully if time and work allow it will be posted sometime next week (fingers crossed).