Title: Weak in the Knees
Rating: NC-17Please see previous posts for disclaimer/summary/notes. Thanks to celievampfor the beta.
Scully woke up and looked at the clock. She frowned. Morgan had left over two hours ago and had not yet returned. Scully got up and retrieved her cell phone. She dialed Morgan’s phone... all she got was her voicemail. Why wasn’t Jess answering her phone? Scully gathered her clothes and went through the adjoining doorway to her own room. She started a pot of coffee and took a quick shower. Once dressed, she tried Morgan’s cell again... still no answer.
Scully frowned. Morgan probably just decided on a long run – after all, she’d said it had been weeks since she’d been running. She probably just lost track of the time. That happened to Scully sometimes when she ran. But that didn’t settle the worry skittering along her nerves. And it didn’t explain why her partner didn’t answer her phone. She jumped when her cell rang.
“Agent Scully? This is Nurse Lisa Jackson. I’m calling from Miami Memorial to let you know that your partner, Agent Morgan, is here in the ER.”
Scully’s heart dropped to her feet. “What happened?”
Everything had happened so fast. As far as Morgan was concerned, the ambulance couldn’t get there soon enough – there was too much blood covering her hands as she tried to staunch the flow. Finally the ambulance arrived. Morgan explained what had happened as the EMTs quickly and efficiently worked.
In the back of the ambulance Jess closed her eyes and took a few slow even breaths, trying to slow her heart rate. The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever. The ER was a typical scene of controlled chaos. It wasn’t first time she’d been in such a scene.
“Hi. I’m Detective Singer with Miami-Dade PD. Can you tell me what happened?”
“I was on a run. Everything happened so quickly. I heard a loud screech which made me look, just in time to see the truck and the car collide. I don’t know who had the right of way or who was at fault, but it was a bad accident. It took me a couple of seconds to react. I ran over and checked on the driver of the truck. He was conscious but a bit woozy. I helped him out because of the pervasive smell of gasoline. Once I had him sitting down someone else came over and stayed with him. That’s when I went to the car. The driver was unconscious. It was a struggle to get the door open. When I got to him it was obvious the wound in his leg would be fatal if the bleeding wasn’t controlled. I got him out of the car and applied pressure. I got a bystander to give me his belt so I could place a tourniquet. When I fumbled with my phone someone said they’d already called 9-1-1 and requested an ambulance.”
“And your arm?” Singer asked with a gesture at the blood-soaked bandaging on her arm.
Morgan shook her head. “I caught it on some twisted metal getting the driver out of the car.” She shrugged. “Nothing to worry about; I heal quickly. Why did MDPD send a detective to ask about a traffic accident?”
Det. Singer smiled. “I got the call as an accident with an injured federal officer.”
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re going to be alright, Agent Morgan.”
“Thank you. I just hope the driver of the car will be okay.” She reached for her phone, but the nurse stopped her.
“I’m sorry, Agent Morgan, but you can’t use your cell phone in the ER. And you need to leave it off.”
Morgan nodded in acknowledgement. “Alright. But is there any way I can call my partner? I’ve been gone longer than expected and she doesn’t know what happened.”
“If you give me her number I’ll give her a call and let her know you’re here.”
Morgan gave the nurse, Lisa, Scully’s name and cell number.
The curtain was pulled aside and a grey-haired doctor approached. “I’m Dr. Lev Weiss.”
“Agent Jessica Morgan.”
“Well, let’s take a look at your arm.”
Scully parked in the ER parking lot. Upon entering she flashed her credentials and asked about her partner. A nurse took her back to where Morgan was sitting on a gurney. Her arm was bandaged and there was quite a bit of blood on her tank top. “Jess?”
Morgan turned. She gave her partner a small smile. “Hey, Dana.”
“Are you alright?”
“I was on my run and witnessed a collision. Had to pull one of the driver’s out and start first aid.” She paused. “I just hope he makes it.”
Dr. Weiss returned at that moment. “He will – thanks to your quick thinking. If you hadn’t used a tourniquet he would have bled out from the injury to his femoral artery. Good job, Agent Morgan.”
Jess simply nodded.
“Here’s your paperwork and a prescription for antibiotics.”
“Thank you.” Jess signed her discharge papers.
He watched as Scully walked from her car to the ER entrance. With her red hair she was hard to miss. He wasn’t happy. He’d been ready to pull the trigger but the loud screeching of brakes caused him to look. The next thing he knew Morgan was pulling the drivers out of their vehicles and there were just too many people around.
But he could be a patient man.
He perked up when Scully exited the ER with Morgan. The redhead appeared to be steadying Morgan. Scully helped Morgan into the passenger side of the car before getting in the driver’s seat. He saw the redhead lean over and kiss Morgan.
Suddenly he was glad he hadn’t killed her... yet.
Morgan swayed slightly when she stood up. Scully grabbed her arm.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” She shook her head. “Just a touch woozy. They gave me an injection.”
“Well, let’s get you back to the hotel.” Scully kept her hand on the small of Morgan’s back, making sure she didn’t get too dizzy. After getting Morgan into the car she got in the driver’s side. Before starting the car, Dana looked over at her partner. “I was worried about you.”
Jess looked at Dana. “Sorry. I meant to get back at a reasonable time.”
Dana reached up and cupped Jess’s cheek. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re okay.” She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the brunette’s lips. Jess was smiling when she pulled back. Dana ran her thumb across Jess’s lips before leaning back into her seat. “Rest.”
The brunette closed her eyes and rested her head against the window.
At the hotel Dana got Jess stripped and back into bed. She was out like a light. Scully then ran out to a pharmacy and got her antibiotic prescription filled. With her mind on her lover Scully didn’t notice the dark sedan that followed her.
When Morgan woke up she saw her partner sitting in the chair, reading her notepad. “So what do you think?”
Scully looked up at the sound of Morgan’s voice and smiled. “Hey. How do you feel?”
“Alright. Sorry I conked out on you.”
“Don’t be. Drugs will do that,” she said with an amused smile.
“So, what do you think?” Morgan asked again with a nod at the notepad.
“Actually, I’m a little confused. You seem to be describing two different people in this profile.”
Morgan sighed. “I know. Or at least two very different facets of the guy.”
“Do you think he’s got a split personality?”
“I don’t want to go that far at this point. It’s obviously not unheard of... but it’s extremely rare in serial killers. Though I can’t rule it out. I’ve seen these kinds of behaviors before, just not in the same suspect at the same time.”
“If he does have a split personality, would he be aware of it?”
“It’s possible that a personality is aware of the other or others. It’s also possible this bastard is just smart and is playing with us. Either way, I’m getting very tired of investigating the deaths of young women.” She sat up, the sheet falling to reveal her naked form. “I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. Then we can go.” She stood up, grabbed some things from a suitcase and went into the bathroom.
Scully had been unable to take her eyes off the lovely form of her partner when she sat up and then walked to the bathroom. She knew that form, intimately... and wanted to explore it some more. Her phone interrupted her thoughts.
“Agent Scully? This Alan Stillwell. Do you remember me?”
“Yes, I do, Alan. What can I do for you?”
“I was checking on that phone number you and Agent Morgan wanted us to monitor. I didn’t catch it in progress, but there was a call placed from that number about an hour ago.”
“Where was it?”
“Miami, Florida. I’m sorry I didn’t catch it in progress, but we really don’t have the resources to monitor the usage 24 hours a day.”
“That’s alright, Alan. We appreciate any assistance you can give us. Thank you.”
She ended the call.
Morgan was back in the room following her shower. She was wrapped in a typically short hotel towel. God, the more Dana saw of Jess, the more time she spent with her, the more she wanted her! She wasn’t able to find her voice until after Morgan had pulled on a pair of slacks and slipped into a button-down shirt. She finally broke the silence.
“Alan Stillwell called while you were in the shower.”
Morgan looked at her as she buttoned her shirt. “The guy from the cell phone company. What’d he have to say?”
“There was a call placed from that phone, about an hour ago. He said it originated from here in Miami.”
Morgan nodded. “That’s not surprising.”
“Alan said he’d call if anything else showed up. He’s checking the account regularly, but they don’t have the resources to monitor it 24 hours a day.”
Having finished dressing, Morgan indicated she was ready to get on with their work day. But Scully insisted they eat first. So they left and had brunch.
The two agents spent the rest of the morning and all afternoon speaking with, and interviewing, family and friends of Elizabeth Timmons. None of her family seemed to have a clue that Elizabeth was gay. Only one of the half dozen or so friends they spoke with seemed aware, and she didn’t know any specifics – just that she suspected. She’d never actually talked to Elizabeth about it, waiting until Elizabeth herself brought it up... which hadn’t happened yet.
At dinner, Scully and Morgan discussed their day.
“Well, it doesn’t appear Elizabeth had come out yet. There’s a whole part of this young woman’s life that her family and friends don’t even know about.”
Scully frowned. “That must have been sad, and lonely, for her.”
Morgan nodded. “Unfortunately, it’s a reality for many gays and lesbians. Hopefully we’ll find someone at the Black Diamond tonight who knew her and may be able to provide us with a lead.”
Scully looked at Morgan, debating about asking the question. Jess must have noticed her expression.
“What is it, Dana?”
“I guess I was just wondering... Did your family know about you?”
Jess smiled. “I was 15 when I came out, so my parents were already gone, but my grandfather knew.” Amusement lit up her eyes. “At my graduation from Oxford he talked to a lot of young women, trying to set me up.” She chuckled. “He wasn’t successful, but the old bugger did end up with a quite a few phone numbers for himself.”
Dana smiled at the amusement and affection in her lover’s tone. “He sounds like a special man.”
“He was.” Jess nodded. “He would’ve liked you,” she added with a smile. “What about you? Does your family know?”
“No. The only person I said anything to was my sister, Missy. She was openly bisexual but it was not discussed in my family – which is military and very Catholic.” She paused. “Although, I think my mother might have suspected something happened between my college roommate and I,” she added in a thoughtful tone.
The brunette nodded in understanding.
Dana focused her gaze back on her lover. She wanted to make sure the woman across from her knew exactly where she stood. “Even though I haven’t slept with a woman in a long time, I’m not confused or experimenting with you, Jess.”
Jess smiled. “Dana, I may not have known you for very long, but I do know you’re an intelligent and strong-willed woman; and I doubt anyone would accuse you of not knowing what you want, or of acting capriciously.” Her smile morphed into a mischievous smirk and a spark lit her grey eyes. “And it was obvious it wasn’t your first time with a woman when we made love.”
Scully blushed, but smiled softly.