Myles was in a good mood. It was of course a very wonderful time of year. Only ten days until Christmas. He came strolling into the bullpen whistling a happy Christmasy tune. "Good morning folks. Everybody can now be happy, because it is only ten days until Christmas. And, I do mean everybody. Even the red necks can now be happy."

That comment really peeked Bobby's interest. "Oh really? Why do you say that mate?"

"Well, before this day, everybody was able to keep their own countdown to Christmas...that is, except for the rednecks. Living out in hillbillyville, they don't have very good public schools you know, so of course they only know how to count to ten. Now that they only have ten days until Christmas, they too can keep their own countdown."

"OOOOOOHHHHH!" Jack couldn't hold it in. "That's brutal Myles. How come you're so hard on our redneck citizens today?"

Myles now got very serious. "Well, you know, even rednecks come to D.C. to see the sights sometimes. On my way in to work, one of them pulled up next to me at a red light, and motioned for me to put down my window. Well, of course, I was very cautious about rolling down my window like that for a complete stranger in overalls, but I obliged him nevertheless. He then proceeded to ask me for directions. I happily told him that he needed to turn left at 10th street. The most peculiar thing happened after that. He turned to a lady in the back seat and asked very loudly, 'Martha! Do you think that's the one after ninth street?' "

Everyone broke out in laughter. Even Levi barked out a few times.

As they were all trying to settle themselves down, Demetrius walked into the room. "Well, I'm glad you all are full of Christmas cheer. I hate to break your mood here, but we just got a call from Metro PD. They have a case for us that is going to become high profile, and quick."

Everybody sat up and paid close attention.

"Last night, a lady came home late from doing some shopping. When she walked in the door, she found her husband had been strangled while he slept in his chair. As the police were investigating, they noticed something peculiar in the house next door. They saw someone hanging very limply in the air. When they went inside, they saw that the elderly woman who lived there had been hanged...with the same material that the husband had been strangled with. A string of Christmas lights."

He waited for a moment as the details sank in, and then went on. "That's not all. At each place, a note was left near the body. The one by the woman's feet said, 'day one of the nightmare on 34th street.' The one found on the husband's lap said, 'day 2 of the nightmare on 34th street.' By the way, this all happened on 34th Street SW."

There was an eerie silence.

"People, we've got a likely serial killer. Go get him."

does that mean the team is going to new york... ??
Great start.
UPDATE SOOn

Fantastic start! I'm hooked already!

I think this 34th Street is in DC and what grim twist to the title.

kav

OKay, I don't like this, but I'm hooked. Please update soon.

scary biscuits

I think I have some scary gravy to go with your scary biscuits.

What a great start!
I'll be anxiously waiting for more!

Yeah, actually, I went to Mapquest just to make sure there actually is a 34th st. in D.C. There's two of them, one on the south west of the District, and one on the north east of the District. That's why I had Demetrius specifically mention "34th St. SW" I was watching another show based in D.C. once, and I actually heard them refer to the streets in that manner. Interesting, huh?

Intriguing start! Somebody doesn't seem to like Christmas! Looking forward to more!

OOoooooo.....a serial killer at Christmas? The gang needs to solve this and QUICK! By the way....none of our happy team mates live on 34th Street...Do they?

I think I'd move if I lived on 34th street!

Em

Well, that's one use of Christmas lights that don't require energy

Yeah but not a very good one!

Everyone arrived at the scene at once, and they all approached together. Jack, Bobby, Myles, Sue and Levi walked tot eh front door of the one building, where the Metro Police Captain was waiting to brief them. After quick introductions, the Captain lead them inside. "Follow me and I'll show you what we've got."

They walked in behind them and found a very nice and spacious home. The living room was off to the left. The kitchen was straight ahead. They could all see the wife sitting in the kitchen with Metro officers, looking very distressed and without sleep. The Captain led them to the living room.

In the living room, they saw how the recliner sat in the middle of the room with what appeared to be a common walk way to the right and left before they got to the chair. The Captain led them around to the other side of the chair. "This is where his wife found him. He appeared to be watching television." He pointed to the TV which was straight ahead against the wall; a large one. "His wife said that the TV was on but it was some strange infomercial or something." He looked right into Jack's eyes. "She says that he hated infomercials."

Jack looked back at the others for a moment. Sue gave him a knowing look. He looked back. "So, you think he was sitting here for a while after he was killed?"

"Yeah. When the guys were looking around to see if there were any signs of forced entry, they happened to look at the neighbor's house. It was actually officer Jones. He said that he just noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye. When he looked over at the window, something didn't look right. He stepped closer, and he saw what looked to him like dangling feet. He was right. I'll go over there with you in a minute. But first, let me give you the details of this scene.

No sign of forced entry was found, however, it was noted that the back door was not locked even though his wife thought it was. We did sweep the area for finger prints, as well as the string of lights. Even a partial print on the string would be better than nothing. Anyway, we didn't have a lot of time to check on those prints before we found the other body."

Myles asked, "We were told that there was a note left on his lap?"

"That's right. I'll have it brought here if you want to look at it."

"Sure." responded Jack.

The Captain motioned to an officer and asked for the note to be brought. "The other crime scene has been mostly untouched. We did start questioning the wife, but we didn't get far before the other body was found. We'll let you ask her your questions."

"Thanks." said Jack. "Can we have a look at the other scene please?"

"Sure. Walk with me."

As they began to walk away, another officer stepped up with the note in the evidence bag. Jack took it and looked at it. The hand writing was very neat. Jack took notice that this one said it was the second day of the nightmare. As they stepped out of the house, and moved over to the other, Bobby looked over his shoulder and said, "Do you think that the lady next door was really killed on a different day?"

The Captain heard him. "Hard to say, but I think so." He looked over his shoulder as he walked. "Rigamortis has set in quite well."

Sue cringed. She hadn't heard his initial response, but seeing "rigamortis" come off his lips was all she needed.

As they stepped into the other house, it was plain to see where it all had happened. There was a set of stairs going to the second floor, which was open to the first floor. The elderly woman had been hung from the railing at the top of the stairs. Right straight below her on the floor was the other note. Jack stepped forward and compared notes. The hand writing was the same.

"The hand writing is practically identical." He stood up. "Any sign of forced entry here?"

"Oh yeah." said the Captain. "The back door was jimmied."

Myles commented, "Oh, sounds like our killer likes to come in the back way."

Sue asked, "Do you know if the victims have anything in common besides that they live next to each other?"

"We haven't found anything yet. They're both opposite in actually very many ways. Different sex, different age, different living arrangements. You name it. Most of it is not the same."

Jack turned and looked at Sue. "Sue, I want you and Bobby to go and talk to the wife. See what you can learn. She's apt to be able to answer your question better anyway."

"Ok. Come on Levi."

As Sue and Levi turned to leave, Jack noticed that there wasa commotion starting outside. "Oh boy. The press is here." He went out to talk to them. A bunch of them mobbed him. When he was able to finally quiet them down hw said, "I know that you all want to know what's going on here. However, we are still investigating these scenes. If you would please just have some patience, we'll have a press conference when we're ready. In the meantime, please just step back and let us do our work."

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Sue relieved the Metro officers witht eh wife and sat down. "Hi, I'm Sue, and this is Levi."

The lady shook Sue's hand, and looked curiously at the dog.

Bobby didn't let much time pass. "And my name is Bobby."

They all sat down. Bobby started. "First, let's make sure we have everybody's name OK. You're Cathy Wright?" She nodded. "And you're husband's name is Bob?" She nodded again.

Sue continued, "Cathy, do you know of anyone who might want to kill your husband?"

"No. He was well respected at work and in this community." Tears welled up in her eyes. Sue reached out and touched her hand gently.

Bobby asked, "What about your next door neighbor, Marjorie?"

Cathy wiped her eyes gently, and looked at Bobby. "I don't know. She really kept to herself a lot. We have lived her next to her for five years, and we seldom saw her outside the house. Her health was never really the best. I can't believe anyone could've felt threatened by her."

"Do you know of anything that your husband and Marjorie had in common?" asked Sue.

"Well, no, not really. He worked at a firm, she stayed at home and watched soaps."

"Well," continued Bobby, "Your husband appeared to be watching some TV when he was killed."

"Yeah, he liked to flip through the channels if I wasn't here from when he got home from work. That's usually what he's doing when I get back."

"You were out shopping?"

"Yeah." The tears welled up in her eyes again. "I was shopping for him and his parents. I hardly ever know what to get any of them."

The tears began to drip down her cheeks. Levi came ofer and set his head on her lap to comfort her. She gently reached down and set her hand on his head.

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Later, at the bull pen, everybody gathered together to discuss their findings.

Lucy and Tara stood next to each other when Sue stepped in. Sue looked at them. "It was awful. Two people dead for no good apparent reason. Cathy, the wife seems to be just heartbroken."

Myles walked by and overheard. "Serial killers don't need a good reason to kill. As long as they have what think is a reason, good or bad, they'll kill."

Tara spoke up. "I've looked into both of our victims. They both appear to be model citizens. No criminal background. Loved by the people around them..."

"What about Cathy?" asked Jack?

"I don't find any dirt on her either. Not even a speeding ticket."

Sue asked, "Can it be that this person is just killing for fun?"

"Well, it's possible...but not likely." responded Myles. Everybody looked at him.

"Well, he used Christmas light both times. He also alluded to at least one Christmas story in his note. Not to mention that the note mentions the same street that they both lived on...34th street. Whoever, this is, he has a problem with Christmas."

"Perhaps we should look into tragedies that happened on or around Christmas to see if maybe there might be someone who could have a reason to hate Christmas."

"Well maybe, but it might be more difficult than that. The Grinch didn't need a tragic event to hate Christmas." noted Bobby.

Lucy retorted, "Yeah, but he didn't kill anybody!"

Jack spoke up, "Let's look into it anyway. We have to start somewhere. Sue, you're in charge of that. See what you can find."

Jack's phone rang. He answered, "Hudson." A few moments passed. "Ok, if he calls again, you put him right through to me."

He hung up and looked at the others. "A guy just called the receptionist and claimed to be our killer. However, he hung up quickly, saying that he didn't want us to trace his call. He also said that he would be leaving us another note soon."

There was silence for a while. "I never mentioned the notes in the press conference. We have this in our favor. Like other serial killers, he wants to be in touch with us. That increases the chances that he'll make a mistake."

"In the meantime," said Myles, "He's preparing another note for us."

"We're going to be waiting for him. Get ready guys. We're going to spend the night on 34th Street."

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Jane carpenter was happy to be home after shopping. She entered the kitchen with her groceries and set them down. Her husband John came in from the other room. "Welcome home Honey. How'd it go?"

"Oh, very good." she replied. "The doctor said that everything was going according to plan. The baby is in just the right place, and it could decide to come out at any time."

"Oh good. It's about time this little buggar came out to see us."

Jane stepped closer. She put her arms around her his neck. "You know, the doctor also gave me some tips to help the baby come out sooner. Some of them sounded more fun than others."

This peeked John's curiosity. "Oh really? What are the fun ones?"

"Well, the one thing she said was that sex is really good for it." She was sure to lean in close to his face when she said it. She gave him a nice long kiss on the lips.

John looked her in the eyes. "What about the groceries?"

Jane got a look in her eyes that told John that he had said the wrong thing. "You're right. I need to eat first. I'm starving!" She turned around and began to search through the grocery bags. Before long she pulled out a package of mini candy bars. There was more than one missing from the bag.

"But look, you've already been eating!" procalimed John.

"Yeah? So?"

"All right you beautiful mom you, I'm going to make you a deal. I'll make dinner tonight if you go with me right now and show me what the doctor was talking about."

Jane pondered for a moment. "Can I take the candy bars with me?"

John responded, "Sure, as long as I can have a couple."

Jane turned around and walked away as briskly as she dared with her nine month pregnant belly. "No! They're mine!"

You're not going to let anything happen to John and Jane, are you? You're building quite a mystery here.

Remind me never to move onto a 34th Street anywhere in the world! And what are you planning for the nice pregnant lady????
kav

Is everyone going to be ok?

Em

WOW....I have a very bad feeling about Jane and John....

~laura michelle~

The sun was coming up in Washington D.C. There were a couple of vehicles just sitting on 34th Street SW. One had Sue and Jack in it, and the other had Bobby and Myles. Each car had a person sleeping while the other was awake. Bobby pulled up to the window of Jack's car. They each rolled down the window and Bobby asked, "How long are we going to stay out here mate? Nothing has happened all night."

Jack was uncetain. "I don't know. I expected him to do something. I mean, maybe he noticed us and we scared him off, but I still thought he would do... well, something. Maybe we missed something."

Jack's cell phone rang. It was Tara. "Jack, we just got a call that a lady found her father dead down the street. An emergency response team is on the way."

Jack heard the sirens off in the distance. "What's the address?"

Tara told him and they drove to it. They found themselves at the opposite end of the street from their confirmed murders. The ambulance and the Metro PD pulled up almost simultaneously. FBI agents and Metro PD approached the house together. The woman in her forties was waiting at the door.

"He's right over there." she said pointing.

They looked, and there he lay about 10 feet away in the hallway. He was an older man, in his sixties or seventies Jack thought. There was a string of lights around his neck. Jack looked to the Metro officers. "We'll take it from here."

Jack stepped closer and found another note by his feet. "The third day of the nightmare on 34th St."

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Later at the bullpen, Jack pounded on his desk as he came in. Tara noticed. "That bad, huh."

Jack looked at her, obviously exasperated. "We were there all night! How'd he get past us?"

"I don't know. But the press wants to hear from you pretty badly. These murders are all over the TV, and there's a mob downstairs begging for another press meeting."

Jack was obviously feeling the pressure, but he hardened his face. "You can tell the press that I will brief them shortly." Tara walked away. He looked around for Sue and got her attention. "Sue, I know that you have amonumental task finding stuff that happened on or around Christmas. Focus your search for right now on things that happened on 34th St. or to people that live on 34th St. I have a feeling that we may be dealing with someone very familiar with the street." Sue nodded and went right to it.

Bobby heard, and he came over. "You really think he might live on the street?"

"Yeah. How else would he have gotten past us? It's like when the British army was fighting us in the Revolutionary War. We had an upper hand on them because we were more familiar with the terrain. In light of that, I want to search every house on the street. The thing is, I seriously doubt a judge would give us a warrant to do that much."

"You know, there may be a better way to go about this. What if we evacuated the whole street, and put everyone into protective custody. Then, if this guy really does live on the street, we'll already have him in custody somewhere. Then, he'll be unable to kill any more people, and we can have more time to figure out who he his, and build a case against him."

Jack couldn't believe his ears. A grin came across his face, and he grabbed Bobby, almost giving him a hug. "Bobby, you're a genius. There's no gaurantee of course, but it just might work."

Jack ran off to tell D what they were planning on doing, and then he went down to give the press conference while it was carried out by a massive number of FBI agents.

Jack stepped up tp the podium while cameras flashed and microphones were pushed in his direction. Reporters all over were asking questions out of turn. Jack raised his hands, and everyone quieted down.

"As you have all heard, there has been another murder on 34th St. SW. Before I tell you what we are going to do about it, let me first say that there is no reason to be alarmed. We are right on top of this case. We are pursuing whatever leads we have, and we are devoting all of our resources to finding this murderer."

Reporters started to ask questions out of turn causing quite a rucus. Jack raised his hands again until all were quieted back down. "Please, I am not going to take questions right now. As a precaution however, I want to let you know that we will be going out of our way to protect the people on 34th St. SW. Right now, there is a mass of FBI agents crawling all over that street doing what is necessary to protect the people that live there. Rest assured that the FBI is devoted to protecting the people of this great city. That will be all."

Jack turned and left while reporters once again tried their hardest to get answers for their questions.

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As the afternoon went on, the team was doing their best to pool their resources and find all the information they could. They were all together in the bullpen, answering phones, and clacking away on their computers. Jack's phone rang. He picked it up. "Jack Hudson." He paused. He waved to everybody and put the phone on speakerphone so they could all hear it. "It's him." he told them. "Put him through." Jack said to the receptionist. "Hello?"

"Is this the agent in charge of my case?"

"I don't know, are you the one killing people on 34th St.?"

"Oh come now, you know I am. I leave you a note everytime to let you know what I've done."

"Yeah, well, we've had enough of those."

"No you haven't. I have nine more of those, waiting to be used. There are twelve days in Christmas, so the song says, so we will have twelve days in the nightmare, whether you like it or not."

"We'll see about that."

The line clicked as he hung up. Jack hung up his phone as well. He looked at Bobby and asked, "Have we got everyone in protective custody yet?"

"Still working on it mate. It may be a short street, but there are still quite a few people to put in protective custody. Many are still at work as we are, and some children are just getting home from school."

"So there's no way of knowing yet if he's one of the people on that street." Myles chimed in.

"No, not yet. But we may still have the upper hand anyway. Everybody is being taken off of the street."

Tara suddenly piped up. "Yes, but not all of them will be alive."

Everybody looked at her with horror in their eyes. "He struck early today. The agents just found snother dead body in one of the houses. He has his own set of Christmas lights, and another note."

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Jack, Bobby, and Myles approached the house. Most of the houses on the street were already empty of people. This one was packed with FBI. When they came in, they found a woman in her thirties laying on the floor. By her feet, was the note boasting the fourth day of the nightmare.

One of the agents that found her said, "When we got here, the front door was ajar. We pushed it open, and there she was."

"That's odd." noted Myles. "Before this, all the points of entry were the back door. Why would he now use the front door?"

"Maybe he's trying to mis it up a bit, you know to try and knock us off balance. Make us believe that he could do anything." said Bobby.

"That's possible." agreed Jack. "It may also be a way of letting us know that he's no longer afraid of us. I mean, he went in the front door in broad daylight. It may even be possible that he knocked on the door to get her to come near, and then jumped her as soon as she opened the door. Either way, this all still seems to point to someone familiar with not only this street, but the people living on it. How else would he know that she would come to the door and answer it, and also that she was alone?"

Creepy....I'm not so sure about this....

~laura michelle~

Wow! As I read this I feel like I'm actually watching a really intense episode of the show. You're doing an excellent job writing this story! Looking forward to more.

I agree! This is super creepy!

Em

Bobby walked over to the nearest agent and inquired, "Who discovered the body?"

"Uh, it was that Metro officer over there."

Bobby stepped over to the officer who was standing just outside the door. "Excuse me, are you the one who discovered the body?"

The man turned to him and answered, "Yeah."

"I'm Bobby Manning. What's your name?" he asked extending his hand.

The man shook his hand as he answered. "Leiutenant Phillip Thompson. Yeah, I was just helping with evacuation notices like the bureau asked of us. When I went to knock on the door, it just fell open and there she was."

Bobby finished writing down the man's name and looked around the street for awhile. There were a lot of FBI, and only a select few Metro officers in his immediate eye sight. He turned to Leiutenant Thompson. "Thanks. I just needed that for the report."

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In the car on the way back to the Hoover Building, Bobby asked Jack, "What do you think are the possibilities that our killer could be in law enforcement?"

Jack looked a bit taken aback by the question. "Uh, probably about the same as any other profession I suppose."

"I'm not so sure mate. I looked all up and down that street while I was out there. There were a lot of people milling about on the street. Any civilian would have to be terribly sneaky to get past all those people. I think one of the people on the evacuation force is our killer, because then he wouldn't have to be quite as sneaky. He would be expected to knock on doors and enter in long enough to give directions for going into protective custody. But what are the chances that anyone would allow a single metro P.D. officer go to knock on a door. I mean, if I were in charge over there, I think I would ask for the metro officers to mainly help with directing traffic while the FBI agents took everyone into protective custody. I mean, how does a Metro P.D. officer put someone into protective custody with the FBI?"

Jack mulled it over in his head for a second, and then he pulled out his cellphone and called Tara on the speaker phone. "Bobby, get the name of that Metro officer who found the body."

As Bobby pulled out his notebook and started to look for it, Tara answered. "Hey Tara!" Jack started. "I need you to look up a Metro P.D. officer for me."

Tara sounded confused. "A Metro P.D. officer?'

"I'll explain later. Bobby, what's the name?"

Bobby leaned over toward the phone just slightly. "It's a Leiutenant Phillip Thompson."

"Phillip Thompson." repeated Tara. "Ok, give me a few, and I'll get right back to you."

A few miles down the road, Tara called back. "Jack, I've got the information on him from Metro. He is indeed a Leiutenant. He's 39 years old and he's been with the force for eight years. He's well decorated."

"Where does he live?" asked Jack.

"His last known address is...34th Street SW!"

Jack pulled the car over, slowing down quickly. "What do you mean, 'last known address?' "

"He's been missing for a year."

Jack whipped the car around and gunned it back in the other direction and turned on his flashing red light. "He's not missing anymore Tara! He's the one who found our body, and he just became suspect number 1!"

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It was dark out. Law enforcement officers of all kinds were all over the area, and a helicopter was chopping overhead. Myles stepped over to Jack. "Still no sign of him. Bobby looked at a picture from Metro to make sure it was him. It was. There's been an APB put out on him, and we are putting his picture on every news station in D.C."

Jack took in everything he said. After a little bit, he turned and walked away a little ways toward his car. He smacked the trunk of his car in anger. He looked sharply back at Myles. "He duped us again Myles. He stood right in front of Bobby. He staged the whole thing. How'd he know to do that?"

Bobby looked over at the house being searched for evidence. Myles pointed. "Well, his house that he lived in is right there. It's almost right across the street from this afternoon's vicitm. He was probably watching the whole time."

As they stood there talking, Bobby stepped out of the house and waved them over. When they got there, he led them in. "Come and take a look at what we found in the bedroom closet."

In there, Bobby showed them a stash of eight more sets of Christmas lights, and a note pad with the same kind of paper that was used for the messages. "Well, well." commented Myles. "Looks like he left the goods behind. Hoe do you think he's going to finish his nightmare without those?"

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Jane sat in front of the television when John got home from his late night at work. She jumped right up out of her seat and gasped when he came in the room. Then she ran to him and hugged him. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"Well, haven't you seen what's going on? Haven't you heard the news about 34th Street?"

"Oh, Honey, Sweetness, you don't have to worry about that. That's on the other side of the city."

"Yeah, but it's 34th Street!"

"So?"

"So what if he comes to our 34th Street. I mean, I know it's 34th Street NW, but that might be enough for him, what with all the FBI and people over there. They'll probably scare him away, and he'll come here!"

John pulled her close. "Now, now, that's not going to happen. Listen, they know now who it is. He lived on that street. He's familiar with that street there. He's not going to come here. They'll catch him and everything will be fine."

Jane looked him in the eyes with tears welling up in her own. "Do you promise to protect me if he does come here?"

"Well of course! What, do you think I would actually let someone hurt you?"

Jane looked down a bit and shook her head. John reached up, and touching her chin, he pulled here eyes back up to his. "Look, if anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to come here and harm you, I will fight with all my might to protect you. I don't care if he has a gun, a taser, a missile launcher, or a frozen leg a lamb...."

Jane chuckled a little bit with a scared sort of laugh. Then she noticed that comforting twinkle in his eye that told her that although he was trying to cheer her up, he was still serious...even about the frozen leg a lamb. She felt better and chuckled a little bit more.

"You really would fight someone off if they attakced with a leg a lamb, wouldn't you?"

"You betcha! I'd reach out and grab the leg a lamb right outta their hands and smack 'em over the head with it. And if that wasn't enough, I'd jab him in the stomach too, and who knows, I might even have to swing it into his 'nads just to make sure."

Jane flinched. "OOOO. That would hurt."

"No kidding! You're telling me?! Why else do you think I would do it? Anybody coming after my honey deserves that kind of pain."

She chuckled louder this time. "Do you think that if you did that to some guy... I mean, how long do you think until he could get up again? I mean a FROZEN leg a lamb!"

John closed his eyes and shuttered a little bit. "Let's not go there."

WOW...not what I was expecting....

~laura michelle~

just caught this story and its very interesting so more soon please Lin

Hehe, the frozen leg of lamb made me laugh. But, Jane's right. What if he does decide to change streets? I don't like it one bit.

I'm a little scared for Jane and John... but I'm glad the team now knows who the killer is. Great job!

Em

that was an interrsting twist

cath

It was just after midnight, and the team was just getting back to the bullpen. Everybody was yawning. As people were very slowly starting to settle their things at their desks, Jack got all their attention. That is, when he was finally able to stifle a yawn. They had NOT gotten very much sleep in the past couple days.

"OK guys. I know that we're all tired. However, we have a murderer who has been killing one person a day, and now he's unpredictable, and we just started a new day. We have to keep on this case until we get him. Here's what we're going to do. Because it's so late, and we aren't going to be much good as walking zombies, we're all going to take turns taking naps. In the meantime, anyone not napping needs to be putting everything into this case. Before anyone takes a nap though, we need to brief each other on what we have, and then the ladies will be the first to nap."

Sue, Tara, and Lucy all began to object, but Jack put up his hand to stop them. "When you ladies are all in charge, you can decide who gets the first nap on a high priority case. In the meantime, I'm in charge, I'm tired, and I don't want to argue, so take a nap when we're done here."

The ladies were a bit perturbed about Jack's late night attitude, but they let it rest.

"Tara, you first. We need to know everything you know about Philip Thompson."

"OK. Actually, when I realized that he had been missing for a year, I checked with Missing Persons to see if they had the file on him. They did. I asked for the file to be sent to me, and I got something better. I got the file brought to me by the agent who has been heading up the case since he went missing. He's actually been here waiting for you all to return." She pointed to a man sitting near her. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow to introduce you to the other Demetrius in the building, agent Demetrius Jones."

The man was tall, as they could see when he stood up. Like their own Demetrius, he had dark skin, and hair. He was at least six inches taller though, and D noticed quite well, as he happened to be standing right nearby.

"Hello everyone. I've already talked with your supervisor, my namesake here, and we have come to an agreement. I want to make it clear to you that I understand that this is now your case. I'm just here to help. Can I have some quick introductions please." He went around the room pointing to people, and they all shaed their names. Then he said, "Tara, put up the picture please."

A picture of Philip Thompson came up on the wall. "This is our new nemesis, Phil Thompson. At least, that's how he was known by co-workers and family. To many, he was also known as 'Hero.' In his years at the Metro P.D. he was known for his bravery on the streets. Many times, he was the one that saved an innocent victim from some raging hoodlum, or hoodlums as it sometimes was. However, there was something that changed about Phil about two years ago."

Sue raised her hand and spoke up. "I have some information on that too." Agent Jones looked at her. "I've been looking into the tragedies that people endured around Christmas. I found some information on what happened to Mr. Thompson. From what I've found, he lost his whole family in an accident that was caused by a kidnapper. Apparently, when of the men that he had put into jail years before had kidnapped his family at gunpoint on Christmas Eve. Having put them all in a car, he made his wife drive the car. But when they came to a railroad crossing, the car stalled on the tracks. A train was coming, but the kidnapper wouldn't let them out. He only insisted that Mrs. Thompson get the car started again. The train hit them, killing everyone except Mrs. Thompson. She died later at the hospital, after talking to her husband right before."

"That's all accurate information." said agent Jones. "Phil Thompson lost his whole family, and they indluded three children, one a newborn baby. At the time of the kidnapping, Phil was on duty."

After a brief pause, agent Jones went on. "After his family died, Phil seemed to go on with his life, although he struggled with some kidnapping cases and train accidents. Phil took a real dive for the worst around christmas last year. He got to b e a very irritable person, and even got into fits of rages at some times. His friends and co-workers tried to console him, but nothing would do for him. He wanted revenge, but was frustrated that their was nobody he could take revenge on, becuase the man who kidnapped his family died in the accident. On Christmas Eve last year, he vanished, although not entirely. Although nobody knew where he was, all of his bills were being paid, each time from a different address. From time to time, neighbors on 34th street called us to let us know that there were lights on in his home. Anytime we went there, he was gone, and had left very little sign that he'd been there. We had considered closing the case at one point, but there was one thing that kept us going."

Myles butted in. "Where'd he get the money?"

"That's right. How do you continue to pay the bills if you haven't got a paycheck. We checked on all his assets. All of his accounts had been drained, but there wasn't much there to begin with. We theorized that he must be stealing it. We have had very little to go on for months. Then you guys found him yesterday."

"Actually, " Bobby said, "We didn't really find him. He boldly showed himself in an effort to..." Bobby paused to think for a moment. "Well, I'm not sure if he was trying to cover his tracks, or taunt us, or what."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We interviewed him briefly at the seen of his last murder. He was wearing his Metro P.D. uniform, and he claimed to have found the body while informing residents of the street that they were going to be evacuated."

"That's very interesting."

"Well," Jack said, "It appears that for some reason, he has decided to take out his revenge on innocent people on his street. Agent Jones, we are indeed going to need yuor help."

Jack was going to go on, but his phone rang. He looked at his watch. Only 12:15 in the morning. He figured that it must be Phil. he answered, and the operator confirmed his suspicion. "Put him through." he said, and then he turned on the speakerphone. "Hello Phil."

"Yes, I see that you have figured out who I am. I've seen my picture all over the television."

"Yeah, we also know some about you. We know your family died on Christmas Eve."

"Don't talk about that! Only know that I will not stop until the nightmare is over!"

"How are you going to do that? We have all your lights."

"Don't underestimate me."

And then he hung up.

Very interesting indeed....


~laura michelle~

poor guy must have been devasatated to lose his family like that, not that it's any excuse for whet he's doing to others

cath

Phil Thompson threw the cell phone into the car seat next to him. He looked at his watch. 12:18. That meant that it was now the 17th. Day 5 of the nightmare. He turned and looked at the agent he had bound up and gagged in the back seat. It was time for the next victim to go his way. He reached over to the boxes next to the cell phone. He opened the top box and pulled out the string of lights.

Without looking back at the agent, he got out of the car and began to open the back door. Before he could really get the door open though, the agent kicked the door. Phil fell backward onto the side walk. When he looked up, he saw the agent trying to crawl his way out of the car and fight him. He got up and faced him, tighteniing the string of lights in his hands. He lunged at the agent, but the agent just kicked him in the chest. Once again, Phil found himself laying on the sidewalk.

He heard a dog barking in the distance. Lights began to turn on in surrounding houses. They were attracting attention. He had to end this fast.

He jumped up and pushed the agent back in the car. Then he quickly pulled out his gun and shot him. "Shoot!" he thought to himself. He had forgotten for a moment that FBI agents wore bulletproof vests. While the agent squirmed a bit from the pain of the bullet hitting his vest, Phil aimed for his head, and shot three times, just to make sure it worked. He quickly pushed the agents legs and feet back into the car, and slammed the door shut.

People were now starting to look out windows and run out doors. Phil quickly got back into the car and slammed his foot onto the gas, screeching the tires as he sped off.

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People were milling about the bull pen working hard at solving the case. A phone rang. Myles asnswered it. "What! Thanks!" he hung up and called out, "Jack!"

"Yeah! What is it?"

"The agent assigned to bringing in the evidence is missing. Those that were with him said that after they left the scene, they simply assumed that he was right behind them, but when they got here, he was no where around. They've tried calling him on his cell phone, but all they get is voice mail. Jack, this smells like Thompson. He wants his stuff back. He told us not to underestimate him."

While Myles had been talking, another phone had rang, and Demetrius answered that one. Right as soon as Myles caught a breath, D spoke up. "OK, gang, time to go back to 34th Street already. That was SOG. They've noticed a car that parked at the end of the street. A person got out and ran off with a gun in his hand as well as a white garbage bag that appeared to have boxes in it. The bag had blood on it. He met the description of Thompson. They ran the plates on the vehicle while I was talking. It's an FBI vehicle issued to our missing agent."

Everybody scrambled for the door as fast as they could, while D went to wake up the napping women.

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When the team arrived, Metro P.D. was already there. As they approached, a Metro officer met them. "We got a call from the folks across the street there. They said somebody had been seen running from the car with a gun."

"Yeah," Jack said, "We know. We have surveillance all over here. Did you inspect the car?"

"Yeah. It's not pretty."

They all walked over and looked in. In the back was agent Simpson, bound, gagged, and shot multiplt times in the head. He had a note laying on his chest. "Day 5 of the Nightmare on 34th Street. I told you not to underestimate me." Right next to the note was a tangled up string of Christmas lights. Ther was another note there. "I didn't even need these this time."

Everything taken as evidence was still there except for the note pad and the other Christmas lights.

Jack asked the officer, "Did the witnesses say which way the man ran?"

The officer shook his head. "They couldn't really tell. They had a limited view from their house windows."

Jack turned and looked at the rest of his team. Myles commented, "This nightmare just keeps getting worse."

Wow, this guy is a real challenge for the team!

I hope they can stop this nightmare soon.

Great story.

That is so not a good thing....

~laura michelle~

hoping they catch him soon

cath

As the FBI and the Metro officer continued to investigate the scene, another Metro officer pulled up. He got out and came over to the first Metro officer, talked to him awhile, and they then approached Jack who was standing with Sue.

Jack looked at them when they addressed him. "Agent Hudson, this is officer Chadwick. He has just come here from a disturbance report about ten blocks away. What he has to share will be of interest to you."

Officer chadwick jumped right in. "The residents of 24th street have reported to me with much agreement that a murder occurred there a couple of hours ago. They awoke to the sounds of a disturbance outside. Some were able to report that a man shot someone inside a car, and then drove off with his body. Some of those were able to give descriptions of the car or the man. The descriptions of the car match this one, and the description of the man match Phil."

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Sue.

Jack looked over at the body, now laying on a stretcher outside the car. "He must have been some fighter then if he gave Phil Thompson such a hard time, that the people heard them from inside."

"Indeed. Did you know him?"

Jack and Sue both nodded. "Yes," Jack said, "But not very well. He was a young, new agent in another squad. From what I heard, he had a lot of potential."

Jack looked back at Officer Chadwick. "Do you know Phil Thompson?"

He nodded. "I know him. It's a shame what he's become. He used to be one of the best officers on the force."

Jack looked down as Officer Chadwick handed him an evidence bag. "These are the casings left at the scene. He was in such a hurry, he didn't even try to hide the evidence."

Jack looked at them. "Looks like he used Agent Simpson's own gun to kill him."

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At 6:00 that morning, Jack heald another press conference. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, by this time, you have heard that there was another victim already this morning. We are now confirming that former Metro officer Philip Thompson has taken his murder spree to a whole new level. This morning, just after midnight, he bound and gagged a young FBI agent named Bruce Simpson, and then shot him in the head. Ladies and gentlemen, the FBI is now prepared to offer a generous reward of 1 million dollars to anybody eho gives us information leading to the capture of Mr. Thompson. He has now murdered five people in his daily tirade. We don't want to lose even one more of D.C.'s fine citizens. Neither are we going to stand by and allow him to murder good FBI agents. I ask you all to publicize his picture everywhere so that he sees himself everywhere he looks. If you see him, please call the tip hotline that we have now set up. Thank you."

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All day, the office was a buzz of people getting tips, and investigating. At awbout 3:00 that afternoon, Tara approached Jack. "Jack! We just had an interesting occurence."

"What's that?"

"Phil Thompson called the hotline. He said, that nobody would ever find him. He also said that he had many different places to hide. Places that he learned about by patrolling the streets of D.C. for years."

"That is interesting. Do you think that he realizes that he may have given us something to go on?"

"Who knows. But I thought I heard you say once that serial murderers always make a mistake sometime."

"Yeah, I probably have said something like that before. Thanks Tara."

Jack looked around to see who was available. Myles and Bobby were both out investigating tips. That left Sue. He wasn't about to send Sue out alone on this one. "Sue."

Levi turned and touched Sue's leg. She looked up from her phone, which she was about to dial. "Sue, you're with me."

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to make a trip to see some of D.C.'s finest. We're going to Metro Headquarters."

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Jack and Sue sat in the Police Commissioners office. Jack began, "Thanks for seeing us Mr. Commissioner. I'm sure this has been a tough time for you."

"Indeed it has. It's not everyday that one of the best officers that ever served under me is sought by the FBI for serial murders. I was wondering when I would see you."

"We've had a very busy time trying to keep up with Mr. Thompson. But we're here now, and we want to speak with some of the officers here who may know what parts of the city he is familiar with from his time doing patrols on the force."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He called our tip hotline, probably because he didn't want to talk to me in person again. He said that he had places to hide that he learned about in his years patrolling the city."

"So, he's ben calling you, has he? That's interesting. You know, one of the things that Phil hated most was when murderes got away with it. He especially hated it when the murderer taunted."

Sue decided it was time to speak up. "He's apparently learned a lot from the people he hated the most."

The commissioner got up and looked out the office window and out onto the city. He turned back and looked at Sue and Jack again. He stepped over nad wrote down some names. "Here are the names of the people who worked with him the most. Hopefully, they can give you some idea of where he's hiding." He handed Jack the paper. Jack reached out and grabbed the papre, but before letting go, the Commiccioner looked Jack inthe eye and said, "When you catch him, I'd like a chance to talk to him."

Jack nodded. "I understand. We'll see what we can do."

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For hours, the commissioner sent officers to be interviewed by Jack and Sue. Between eight and nine, an officer came to the room they were using and knocked on the door. Jack called him in. "Are you Officer Jackson?"

"Uh, no. But I understand that you're asking around about a way to find him."

"Yeah, that's right."

"All right, um, can I speak with you for a minute then."

"Sure, pull up a chair."

He did exactly that. "I'm Officer David Brown. I didn't really know Phil thompson that well. I only happened to overhear him talking with his partner one day. Just so you know, the partner I'm talking about was killed in the line of duty a few months ago. Anyway, they were talking about how there are so many hiding places around this city where they could go and not be found. Phil mentioned to his partner though that he had places in his own house that would be better hiding places than anywhere in the city. I'm not sure what he meant by that exactly, but I hope it helps you some."

"Well, it just might. Can you tell us about the places in the city that they mentioned though, just in case?"

Sue wrote them all down.

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John was in the bedroom. He had a gun in his hand that he was shining. Jane walked in and saw him with the gun. "Where'd you get that?" she asked.

He looked up at her. "I borrowed it from a friend at work."

Jane got visibly upset. "John, you know how I feel about this."

John set the gun down and walked over to her. "Honey, yes I know. It's just, I was thinking about what you said last night, asbout how that murderer might come her. I just wanted to have something for protection if he did come here. And yes, I do know how you feel. I just borrowed this hand gun until he gets caught. Normally I wouldn't even think about it. But this is a very real danger, and I think that maybe we should be ready, just in case. I promise I will return it when this whole thing is all over."

Jane still wasn't comfortable, but she was a bit scared, but she trusted her husband. "All right, but you must really mean it when you say you promise to return it."

"I mean it."

Jane leaned over and hugged her husband. John wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you."

"I love you too honey. I won't let anyone hurt you."

HELP....


~laura michelle~`

yup, that about sums up my feelings

great story though

cath

Yep, about sums it up.

kav

I just caught up on your story, and you are doing a tremendous job!! Such detail to the case!!!

Why do I have a feeling that John is not who we think he is???

Joy

It was late...or at least it felt late because nobody had gotten a lot of sleep. Jack and Sue had been at Metro headquarters well past dinner time, so they brought food back to the bull pen with them. They had called ahead to see if people had gotten anything to eat. Everyone had been so busy tracking down leads from the hotline and such that it was up to Jack and Sue to bring the vitals.

So it was just a little past 9:00 when they came bustling into the bull pen with Levi and a whole bunch of chinese. "Hey!" shouted Bobby. "The cavalry is here. I'm starved. Give me some of that." He reached and took some from Sue without waiting for a response.

"Um, yeah, help yourself." she said. Lucy came over and caught a few more baxes as they began to fall. Myles caught one too, but then quickly walked off with it.

"Well, Sue, at least I am human enough to see that you could use a hand." commented Lucy when Myles was out of ear shot. At least she thought he was, but Sue saw him turn and look back with an annoyed look. Sue gave him one of her own, a pretty good imitation of his. Myles noticed Sue's look then turned around shaking his head, and muttering something about women.

As Jack was going throughout the bull pen handing out boxes, he made sure everyone knew that they were going to keep working while they ate. Sue looked over her notes quickly while she waited for Jack to get done handing out the last few boxes. Levi nuzzled her arm, and she looked to him, thinking he'd point to the phone or something. Nope. He was hungry too. She quickly gave him something from the stash in her desk, and then looked up just in time to see that Jack was getting everybody's attention. He was sure to look in her direction to make sure she was paying attention too.

"OK, everyone," Jack started, "Sue and I have just spent hours interviewing Metro officers. We got a few tips, but we only really had one person who was able to give us a good picture of Phil Thompson's secrets. One officer overheard a now deceased old partner of Phil's exchanging ideas about hiding out in the city. However, in this conversation that he overheard, our friend Phil said that he knew of even better places to hide in his house. Sue and I both thought that was an interesting comment."

"Indeed!" agreed Myles.

"Before we go and check out these leads, what have we got from the hotline, anything?"

Tara shook her head. "We have had thousands of calls. Myles, Bobby, Agent Jones and just anybody that they could grab with them have gone out to investigate as many of those leads as possible, but they have all come back with nothing. Right guys?" Everybody nodded in agreement.

"Well, then, it looks like our leads from the Metro officers is all we have right now. Tara, give me a map of the city."

After a few moments of clicking away at her computer, there on the screen was the map. Jack pointed out about twenty different places throughout the city where Phil Thompson might be trying to hide. "We're going to check them all out tonight. Any more leads from the hotline will wait until tomorrow. Everybody's going to bed anyway."

"Everybody except us that is." commented Myles.

"We'll get our chance eventually Myles. Before we coordinate who goes where, I have a few questions about Phil Thompson's home. While there, I didn't really notice any place where a person could hide out of site. What did you guys notice?"

Bobby spoke up first. "I didn't see anything, mate."

Myles added, "Looked pretty ordinary to me. Your average two to three bedroom home with a basement."

Jack looked to Agent Jones. "Mr. Jones, how about you? I know it's probably been a while, but do you remember seeing anything?"

Demetrius Jones just sat and appeared to think a while. After a few seconds, he looked up. "I don't remember anything, but I don't feel good about it. I want to go and take another look."

"You'll get your chance because you're going there with me."

Jack divided up every one of the other places on the map among the other agents, putting everyone in pairs, knowing that this guy was dangerous. He thought to himself, "He's already killed one of our men."

After another hour or so of putting together some other things that you need to when you're in charge of an investigation, Jack and Demetrius Jones left for 34th Street. It was after 11:00 when they arrived. Jack and Demetrius sat in the car for a few minutes before they started. Jack was double checking his gun, and so was demetrius. "Here's the deal Demetrius. I don't know necessarily how you guys do things when investigating for missing persons, but this is how we're going to do it here. Because there is a chance that Phil Thompson is in this house, and this is familiar territory for him, we are going to stay within eye sight of each other at all times. Remember, if anything goes wrong, we call for backup immediately. Although we are looking for a serial killer here, we also know that he's not afraid to kill FBI agents. So, we are also going to do our best to watch each other's backs. Got it?"

"Got it. Let's go check this place out."

Because the had parked down the street a bit to avoid easy detection on an empty street, they quietly crept toward the house on the side walk, trying their best to keep out of easy site from a window. Jack and Demetrius then crept down low toward the front windows, and slowly lifted their heads up to look in. Nothing.

After coming down, Jack motioned to Demetrius that they were going to go in the front door, and then he reached for the microphone by his wrist. "Tara, we have reached our destination," he whispered, "and we're going in."

"OK." Tara responded. "Be careful."

Jack and Demetrius quietly approached the door, and entered. They flashed their lights all around, guns pointed with them. After checking the whole room, they turned the light on. They did the same thing from one room to another, going upstairs as well and even checking the attic. Afterward, they came back down, and began to look around for the one thing that they might have missed.

It was just a little past midnight when they entered what looked like a study for the second time. Jack was looking through the desk. He picked up everything and looked under, hoping to find anything. Demetrius Jones was doing what you might see in the movies, but it never really works in real life. He was pulling books out from the book shelf. He looked in them, under them, around them. He had worked his way to the middle of the book shelf and he pulled out on a little red book. It didn't come out easy. In fact Demetrius grunted a bit when he pulled on it, and Jacked looked up in time to see the book shelf shift and Demetrius Jones yelled as the floor beneath him moved with it. The shelf turned around, and Jack saw an old wood boarded wall behind it, and then on as the bookshelf came to a 180 degree turn, he found that he was now looking at an old replica of some shining armor.

Out loud he said, "You gotta be kidding me. Demetrius!"

He stepped over to the armor and looked around. "Demetrius!" He lifted up the lance in the hand of the empty armor. Nothing. He looked inside the helmet piece. Nothing. "Demetrius!" He noticed that there was a plant sitting next to the armor. He bent down to pick it up. It wouldn't budge. He pushed it around a bit. It still didn't want to budge, until he pushed it back toward the wall. As the floor began to move, Jack jumped away and looked into the wall while everything turned. He saw the same old wood boarded wall, but when the bookshelf came back around, Demetrius wasn't there.

"Oh no. Demetrius! I guess it doesn't really happen in just the movies. Demetrius!" Jack had to get a grip and quick. He called for backup. "Tara! I need backup, now! Demetrius disappeared."

Wow, very intriguing. I wonder what happened to Dimitrius!

Great post.

I just finally had time to sit down and read this and

Still

kav

Em

I was wondering about a secret wall - but where did Demetrius go???

Joy

yikes

cath

Tara called all agents. "All agents to the 34th Street location. Repeat, all agents to the 34th Street location for backup. Agent missing. Repeat, agent missing."

As Jack stood there, he decided that he couldn't wait. "Tara. I can't stand here and wait, so I'm going in, but I'm going to leave the mic open."

"No Jack, everybody's on their way."

"But what if Thompson has him. He may be killing him right now. If I move now, I might be able to save him. I'm going after him. You can tell everybody that he disappeared from the study on the second floor. There is a plant sitting next to the coat of armor. Tell them to push it in toward the wall to trip the device."

"OK."

Jack stepped over to the bookshelf. He saw that Demetrius had pulled out on a book near the middle of the shelf. He just had to figure out which one. He pulled on a green one, then a brown one. Then he pulled out on a little red one. It came out hard. He even grunted a little pulling it out. He felt the wall turning. He pulled up his gun just in case.

There wasn't anybody on the other side. Jack saw a little corridor going along the wall toward the outside wall. On the ceiling there were some very dim lights. "Probably just enough light for Phil to see where he's going." thought Jack. He quietly relayed to Tara what he saw. Then he moved very slowly and cautiously down the corridor. At the outside wall, the corridor went to the right, following the outside wall. Jack quickly whipped around the corner pointing his gun. Nothing.

Once again, the corridor went toward the next outside wall. At least, that's where Jack thought it ended. It looked very long. Jack slowly went down the corridor again. Halfway through, he saw that another corridor went off toward the right, right into the middle of the second floor. Jack whipped around that corner with gun pointed as well. It was a very short corridor. Jack slowly went the short distance wondering what the purpose of the corridor was. It didn't seem to go anywhere important. Then he noticed a couple small holes in the wall at eye level. He leaned forward and looked through them. On the other side, he saw the master bedroom. Peep holes.

He turned and went back to the main corridor. As he went, he wondered why a man would have peep holes into his own bed room. As he went on, he decided that he probably didn't want to know.

At the next corner, he whipped around with gun pointed, only to realize that there were stairs there. He slowly started down the steps of the stairs, taking them one at a time. They also seemed to go the whole length of the house. At the bottom, the stairs went again to the right. Jack whipped around that corner with gun pointed as well. More stairs. This time however, the stairs were steeper and there was a door at the end. Jack relayed what he saw to Tara quietly as he went down those steps one at a time.

As Jack approached the door, his heart was pumping. "Be very careful." Tara told him.
Jack put his hand on the door knob, and held his gun, ready to use it if need be. He silently counted to himself like he would if he had a S.W.A.T. team with him. "One, two, three..." And then he whipped the door open.

"Back off Hudson, I'll kill him!"

Jack stood there with his gun pointed at Phil Thompson, who was holding a limp Demetrius Jones in front of him. Demetrius appeared that he was either already dead, or knocked out. Jack noticed out of the corner of his eye the foundation of the building. They were in the basement.

Jack wondered how Phil Thompson was able to hold a limp body with one arm, and a gun in the other. "Come on Phil, you can't hold a limp body in your arms all night. Put him down and let's end this."

Instead, Thompson just pressed the gun to Demetrius' temple. "I'm not kidding, I'll shoot. You know as well as I do that it will only take one shot to the temple and he's gone."

"You don't want to do that Phil. You're already facing serious charges that will likely put you away for life if you don't get the death penalty."

"What's one more charge to add to the record then?" he chuckled a bit. "You see Hudson, I have nothing to lose."

Jack wasn't sure what to do now. He started to seriously consider trying to shoot past Demetrius and drilling Phil Thompson's forehead with a bullet.

"Don't try anything Hudson, I swear I will kill him! Back off like I said!"

Thompsom didn't wait any longer. He took his gun away from Demetrius' temple, pointed at Jack and fired.

I have something niggling at me about Demetrius, but I am going to be quiet and see what happens!!!

I hope Phil didn't hit Jack with his shot!!!

Joy

yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cath