help if she needed it. When she mouthed
the word, Nick scooped her up in his arms and headed to his car.
“Where are you taking her?”
“To the hospital.”
“No Nick. They could do more
harm. Trust me. Take her back to her place and I’ll catch up with you as soon
as I finish securing the scene.”
Nick spoke to Whitney the whole
time as he drove to his house. He kept his eyes half on the road and half on
her chest to be sure she kept breathing. Once he got her in the house he
started to panic.
“Don’t stop breathing. Don’t
stop breathing. Please heart, don’t stop.”
She lay quietly for about
twenty minutes and then her chest suddenly went still. He checked the window hoping
to see the agent’s car. When Hollerman had called, Nick told him to meet at his
house. He stared at his watch as the seconds ticked by. How many minutes could
he wait. Suddenly he noticed her chest rising and falling. He fell into the
chair. “I am not doing this again. This can’t be good for her. It’s sure as
hell not good for me.”
Once he was confident she was sleeping,
he went outside to wait. He reached for another cigarette even though he hadn’t
had one for the past three days. He put the cigarette to his lips, but threw it
down in disgust. He could barely control his anger by the time Agent Hollerman arrived.
His first urge was to punch the man calmly getting out of his car.
“Do you enjoy putting me
through this? Why didn’t you come with us?” Nick’s voice held a dangerous edge
but the agent seemed oblivious.
“I had to finish there. You did
fine. See, she’s sleeping now. Besides, I can’t do anything different from you.
I haven’t worked with her that much, I just know what’s in her file. This is
normal. She just needs someone that can be trusted to stay with her during all
this. Just in case she needs something. And to be sure she doesn’t hurt herself
later when she’s still weak.”
“Look, you guys might think
this is all perfect operating procedure, but I don’t. She shouldn’t have to go
through this. There must be another way.”
“She uses her gift the best she
can to help us. It’s her choice. It’s not an exact science. She could help us
solve this and then it would be worth it, wouldn’t it?”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Can she stay here for the
night? She doesn’t look like she’ll be up to taking care of herself, and I’d
like to get back to the scene. Our CSI team is on it now and they may have
something. By the way, no shoes again. Must be what our unsub takes to remember
his victims.”
Nick spun away and stepped back
inside slamming the door in the agent’s face. He quickly glanced at Whitney
realizing he could have startled her awake. Thankfully she was still sleeping.
His heart was beating so wildly he was afraid he was the one that would have
the heart attack. Were the FBI agents that much more hardened than the Phoenix police? No one seemed to care what was happening to the psychic as long as she had
a chance to solve the case.
When Whitney woke up, Nick gave
her sips of water, but she didn’t seem able to take much else. She fell asleep
again and didn’t move for hours. Finally, just as the sun was going down,
Whitney started to wake up.
“Hey.” She said shakily as she
tried to sit up on the couch.
“Hey.” Nick walked over and sat
beside her. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think so. How’d I end
up here?”
“You passed out and I drove you
back here. Agent Hollerman put me in charge of keeping you safe again. Hope
you’re not getting sick of me yet.”
“I’m sorry you got stuck with
‘babysitting’ again.”
Nick grinned sheepishly. She
knew what he had been thinking the last time this happened.
“Are you hungry yet? Did you
eat today?”
“I’m starving. We got word
about the boy this morning, so I haven’t had anything yet. What time is it?”
“Quarter to six. I’ll go see
what I can rustle up.”
Nick had guessed she’d
the word, Nick scooped her up in his arms and headed to his car.
“Where are you taking her?”
“To the hospital.”
“No Nick. They could do more
harm. Trust me. Take her back to her place and I’ll catch up with you as soon
as I finish securing the scene.”
Nick spoke to Whitney the whole
time as he drove to his house. He kept his eyes half on the road and half on
her chest to be sure she kept breathing. Once he got her in the house he
started to panic.
“Don’t stop breathing. Don’t
stop breathing. Please heart, don’t stop.”
She lay quietly for about
twenty minutes and then her chest suddenly went still. He checked the window hoping
to see the agent’s car. When Hollerman had called, Nick told him to meet at his
house. He stared at his watch as the seconds ticked by. How many minutes could
he wait. Suddenly he noticed her chest rising and falling. He fell into the
chair. “I am not doing this again. This can’t be good for her. It’s sure as
hell not good for me.”
Once he was confident she was sleeping,
he went outside to wait. He reached for another cigarette even though he hadn’t
had one for the past three days. He put the cigarette to his lips, but threw it
down in disgust. He could barely control his anger by the time Agent Hollerman arrived.
His first urge was to punch the man calmly getting out of his car.
“Do you enjoy putting me
through this? Why didn’t you come with us?” Nick’s voice held a dangerous edge
but the agent seemed oblivious.
“I had to finish there. You did
fine. See, she’s sleeping now. Besides, I can’t do anything different from you.
I haven’t worked with her that much, I just know what’s in her file. This is
normal. She just needs someone that can be trusted to stay with her during all
this. Just in case she needs something. And to be sure she doesn’t hurt herself
later when she’s still weak.”
“Look, you guys might think
this is all perfect operating procedure, but I don’t. She shouldn’t have to go
through this. There must be another way.”
“She uses her gift the best she
can to help us. It’s her choice. It’s not an exact science. She could help us
solve this and then it would be worth it, wouldn’t it?”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Can she stay here for the
night? She doesn’t look like she’ll be up to taking care of herself, and I’d
like to get back to the scene. Our CSI team is on it now and they may have
something. By the way, no shoes again. Must be what our unsub takes to remember
his victims.”
Nick spun away and stepped back
inside slamming the door in the agent’s face. He quickly glanced at Whitney
realizing he could have startled her awake. Thankfully she was still sleeping.
His heart was beating so wildly he was afraid he was the one that would have
the heart attack. Were the FBI agents that much more hardened than the Phoenix police? No one seemed to care what was happening to the psychic as long as she had
a chance to solve the case.
When Whitney woke up, Nick gave
her sips of water, but she didn’t seem able to take much else. She fell asleep
again and didn’t move for hours. Finally, just as the sun was going down,
Whitney started to wake up.
“Hey.” She said shakily as she
tried to sit up on the couch.
“Hey.” Nick walked over and sat
beside her. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think so. How’d I end
up here?”
“You passed out and I drove you
back here. Agent Hollerman put me in charge of keeping you safe again. Hope
you’re not getting sick of me yet.”
“I’m sorry you got stuck with
‘babysitting’ again.”
Nick grinned sheepishly. She
knew what he had been thinking the last time this happened.
“Are you hungry yet? Did you
eat today?”
“I’m starving. We got word
about the boy this morning, so I haven’t had anything yet. What time is it?”
“Quarter to six. I’ll go see
what I can rustle up.”
Nick had guessed she’d
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