Psychotic Break-out
I'm Back! This fanfic takes place some time after the episode: "Rescue Me" so if you haven't seen it, then you may not understand parts of the story. This is mainly a Jesse fic, and there's plenty of him, so please enjoy!!
All Disclaimers Apply
Chapter 1: Murder in Mind
Pressing her lips against his she pushed him backwards onto the white linen bed. They tasted salty, but more importantly, they tasted of freedom. Running her hands through his soft, mussed up locks gave her a thrill. It wouldn't be long now, he was completely under her control. The chemistry between them was undeniable; for him, perhaps, but she only needed him for one thing. She gripped the bedcovers tightly in her fist as he deepened the kiss. She'd missed all of this so much, and now it felt like nectar in her veins.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck slowly, breathing sharply to let him know that she was enjoying it. She let him carry on for a few moments before giving him a gentle shove to create some distance between them. The glare of the harsh fluorescent lighting reminded him gradually of his surroundings, and he sat back, a little embarrassed at his animal instincts.
The young woman smiled at him, her eyes alive. He could sense something intangible behind them; was it love? He hoped it was, for every particle of his being was dying to be loved by her. To him, she was beautiful; the long dark, tousled and wavy hair; the crystal eyes; the gentle flush on her soft cheeks. . .he was smitten all right.
She didn't belong here, in this institution; hidden away, her beauty unappreciated. If it wasn't for some upstart doctor who couldn't handle her adoration. . .and created some crackpot story about her being a psycho. . . But they had a plan, and it had almost come to fruition.
The silence of the empty room was broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing. The woman glanced round her confinement, almost savouring it; soon she would no longer be imprisoned here. . .soon. The whitewash walls reflected the severe lighting from the grey ceiling, giving the room an almost celestial glow; although this room was far from heavenly. It had come to exist as her personal hell.
"Sam?" she whispered softly, he eyes examining his spotless pale blue uniform, looking for any clue that he done as asked. "Do you have it?"
"Here" he answered proudly, bringing out a female nurse's uniform. Her face looked strangely sinister as she examined the garment. Sam told himself that he was imagining it, and that what he was really seeing, was pleasure. He saw her clasp the uniform to her chest as if it were the elixir of life, or some miracle cure for a debilitating disease. It gave him an enriching feeling of power, knowing that he had provided this.
The young woman stepped off the bed and gave him a heart-warming smile. "Sam, turn around! I have to change!" she laughed easily, a new lease of life within her.
Sam turned round, fighting the urge to watch her, and contented himself with imagining the sight rather than viewing it. A comfortable feeling entering his body.
He did not here her pad barefooted up behind him, eyes contaminated with evil intent, and only had time to gasp in shock and agony as she rammed the dinner knife into the back of his neck. Not quite as smoothly as she had hoped, but one had to do one's best with what was provided, and a dinner knife had been all that was available.
She stood and watched his breathing slow, a calm smile on her face. Phase one: completed.
* * * *
Doctor Jesse Travis picked his way across Community General hospital reception, his attention absorbed in checking out the particulars of a patient's medical chart. Bumping into several nurses, he smiled apologetically and lay the chart down on the reception desk. Pausing for a well-earned breather, he reached for a pen and began to jot down some notes on his patient. Scratching his head, he pulled aside a passing nurse.
"I want to arrange an Endoscopic ultrasonography for Edwina Mitchell, I suspect she has Chronic Pancreatitis" He said, handing the middle-aged woman the chart.
"Right Doctor Travis, I'll check with the gastroenterologist" answered the nurse brusquely as she hurried off.
Jesse checked his watch, and was about to take a coffee break when Steve Sloane sauntered up behind him. "Hey Jess" Jesse spun round and smiled when he saw the figure of his best friend and surrogate brother. He and Steve had been through a lot together, and although they were not related, Jesse thought of Steve as family.
"Hey hot-shot! How's the detecting going?" Jesse joked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Ugh! Not so great, came to tap my father for some advice. Know where he is?" Steve answered, looking bored.
"Yeah, he's performing for the paediatric ward. You know, the old magic tricks performed whilst roller-skating job!" Jesse chuckled.
"Yeah, do I ever!" Steve laughed along with him, "He never seems to get tired of it, it's so embarrassing!"
The two friends headed down the corridor towards the paediatric unit, sharing a smile as a particularly loud chorus of laughter could be heard omitting from within. "They sound happy!" Steve commented with more than just a hint of sarcasm.
Steve and Jesse were just about to enter, when the shrill ring of Steve's mobile phone interrupted their movements. Steve looked mildly irritated as he pulled it out of his jacket pocket. "Probably just Cheryl telling me that those finger print results are in. . .Sloane here" He answered it briskly. "Yeah. . .mental institution! Yeah, I'll be right there"
Jesse looked at him inquisitively as he signed off and returned his phone to it's compartment. "An attendant at LA Special Secure Institution has just been found dead in one of the rooms, and there's no sign of the patient. Cheryl wouldn't tell me over the phone, but it looks like someone we might recognise"
"Well who could it possibly be?" Jesse asked, perplexed.
"I don't know" Steve answered, "but I'm sure I'm about to find out!"
To Be Continued. . .
I'm Back! This fanfic takes place some time after the episode: "Rescue Me" so if you haven't seen it, then you may not understand parts of the story. This is mainly a Jesse fic, and there's plenty of him, so please enjoy!!
All Disclaimers Apply
Chapter 1: Murder in Mind
Pressing her lips against his she pushed him backwards onto the white linen bed. They tasted salty, but more importantly, they tasted of freedom. Running her hands through his soft, mussed up locks gave her a thrill. It wouldn't be long now, he was completely under her control. The chemistry between them was undeniable; for him, perhaps, but she only needed him for one thing. She gripped the bedcovers tightly in her fist as he deepened the kiss. She'd missed all of this so much, and now it felt like nectar in her veins.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck slowly, breathing sharply to let him know that she was enjoying it. She let him carry on for a few moments before giving him a gentle shove to create some distance between them. The glare of the harsh fluorescent lighting reminded him gradually of his surroundings, and he sat back, a little embarrassed at his animal instincts.
The young woman smiled at him, her eyes alive. He could sense something intangible behind them; was it love? He hoped it was, for every particle of his being was dying to be loved by her. To him, she was beautiful; the long dark, tousled and wavy hair; the crystal eyes; the gentle flush on her soft cheeks. . .he was smitten all right.
She didn't belong here, in this institution; hidden away, her beauty unappreciated. If it wasn't for some upstart doctor who couldn't handle her adoration. . .and created some crackpot story about her being a psycho. . . But they had a plan, and it had almost come to fruition.
The silence of the empty room was broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing. The woman glanced round her confinement, almost savouring it; soon she would no longer be imprisoned here. . .soon. The whitewash walls reflected the severe lighting from the grey ceiling, giving the room an almost celestial glow; although this room was far from heavenly. It had come to exist as her personal hell.
"Sam?" she whispered softly, he eyes examining his spotless pale blue uniform, looking for any clue that he done as asked. "Do you have it?"
"Here" he answered proudly, bringing out a female nurse's uniform. Her face looked strangely sinister as she examined the garment. Sam told himself that he was imagining it, and that what he was really seeing, was pleasure. He saw her clasp the uniform to her chest as if it were the elixir of life, or some miracle cure for a debilitating disease. It gave him an enriching feeling of power, knowing that he had provided this.
The young woman stepped off the bed and gave him a heart-warming smile. "Sam, turn around! I have to change!" she laughed easily, a new lease of life within her.
Sam turned round, fighting the urge to watch her, and contented himself with imagining the sight rather than viewing it. A comfortable feeling entering his body.
He did not here her pad barefooted up behind him, eyes contaminated with evil intent, and only had time to gasp in shock and agony as she rammed the dinner knife into the back of his neck. Not quite as smoothly as she had hoped, but one had to do one's best with what was provided, and a dinner knife had been all that was available.
She stood and watched his breathing slow, a calm smile on her face. Phase one: completed.
* * * *
Doctor Jesse Travis picked his way across Community General hospital reception, his attention absorbed in checking out the particulars of a patient's medical chart. Bumping into several nurses, he smiled apologetically and lay the chart down on the reception desk. Pausing for a well-earned breather, he reached for a pen and began to jot down some notes on his patient. Scratching his head, he pulled aside a passing nurse.
"I want to arrange an Endoscopic ultrasonography for Edwina Mitchell, I suspect she has Chronic Pancreatitis" He said, handing the middle-aged woman the chart.
"Right Doctor Travis, I'll check with the gastroenterologist" answered the nurse brusquely as she hurried off.
Jesse checked his watch, and was about to take a coffee break when Steve Sloane sauntered up behind him. "Hey Jess" Jesse spun round and smiled when he saw the figure of his best friend and surrogate brother. He and Steve had been through a lot together, and although they were not related, Jesse thought of Steve as family.
"Hey hot-shot! How's the detecting going?" Jesse joked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Ugh! Not so great, came to tap my father for some advice. Know where he is?" Steve answered, looking bored.
"Yeah, he's performing for the paediatric ward. You know, the old magic tricks performed whilst roller-skating job!" Jesse chuckled.
"Yeah, do I ever!" Steve laughed along with him, "He never seems to get tired of it, it's so embarrassing!"
The two friends headed down the corridor towards the paediatric unit, sharing a smile as a particularly loud chorus of laughter could be heard omitting from within. "They sound happy!" Steve commented with more than just a hint of sarcasm.
Steve and Jesse were just about to enter, when the shrill ring of Steve's mobile phone interrupted their movements. Steve looked mildly irritated as he pulled it out of his jacket pocket. "Probably just Cheryl telling me that those finger print results are in. . .Sloane here" He answered it briskly. "Yeah. . .mental institution! Yeah, I'll be right there"
Jesse looked at him inquisitively as he signed off and returned his phone to it's compartment. "An attendant at LA Special Secure Institution has just been found dead in one of the rooms, and there's no sign of the patient. Cheryl wouldn't tell me over the phone, but it looks like someone we might recognise"
"Well who could it possibly be?" Jesse asked, perplexed.
"I don't know" Steve answered, "but I'm sure I'm about to find out!"
To Be Continued. . .