Chapter 10

Kevin reached Ellen just as she pushed the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. Because he didn't want to lose her, he had no choice but to follow her inside. His actions were greeted by a dark scowl.

"What are you doing?" she asked, glaring at her friend.

"I could ask you the same thing," Kevin countered. "I take it you've remembered something."

She gave a brisk nod of her head. "Everything," she clipped out.

"Care to share?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and using a mildly sarcastic tone.

"Not exactly," she responded. Ellen pointedly directed her gaze above the elevator doors and to the floor numbers as they lit up. The floors were whizzing by. Soon, she'd be on the mental health floor. Not soon enough, she'd be face to face with the woman who tried to take her life away from her. Fire hot rage burned inside of Ellen. She could hardly wait to confront "Doctor" Rachel Locke.

Ellen's hands clenched into fists. Kevin noticed the telltale gesture immediately. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he said, "Ellen, talk to me. What happened back there? Why did Rachel's name trigger your memory?"

She tried to shrug his hand from her shoulder, but he wouldn't let her off that easily. His long tapered fingers, squeezed her gently and Ellen began to relax a little. "Rachel was behind my abduction."

"Why?" he asked. He believed Ellen, but he wanted more details. As a scientist, he thrived on them. "Why would she do that to you?"

Lending half an ear to Kevin's questions, Ellen's mind was focused on exiting the elevator car as soon as the doors opened. When the indicator light flashed, she was prepared and went through the doors as soon as they opened. This time, Kevin wasn't too shy about making her pause for a minute.

Grabbing her arm, he said, "Ellen! Wait."

She struggled to pull her arm free from his grasp, but Kevin refused to let her go. Knowing that she had no other choice, Ellen stopped struggling and grudgingly began to answer him. "Rachel and I were in med school together. I didn't recognize her at first because she changed her name...her hair…stuff like that. We weren't friends back then, mind you, but I certainly knew of her. Back then, her name was Ronda Lake."

"Go on," he encouraged when Ellen paused, lost in her thoughts of the past.

Ellen drew a long, hard breath. "I know things about her...things that I wasn't sure were true until the hell she put me through. as a doctor long before we had taken the boards. Kevin, she went into a hospital and diagnosed illnesses and prescribed medication. Some of what she did was right on the money, but there was on one case... A child died."

"Oh, my God," he whispered, shaken. "How could she come here? There's no way the AMA would allow her to practice. GH wouldn't have hired her. What the hell is she doing here?!"

"She's faking again," Ellen said hoarsely. "She tried to take my life away because she knew that I knew the truth. I'm not letting her get away with it either!"

"Of course not," Kevin murmured. He placed his hand under elbow and led her down the hallway. Slowly, they walked towards Rachel's office. "We'll make sure that she's punished for her cries. Tell me, what happened after the incident with the child?"

"Ronda was kicked out of school," Ellen replied with a shrug.

"And then?"

"Are you asking if she served time?" she asked with a flash of long held anger. "No, she didn't. Why should she if her father could pay her way out of it? His lawyers claimed that she was overly stressed. A nervous breakdown caused her to pretend to be a doctor. According to them, she needed psychiatric help and not a jail cell."

"Unbelievable," he muttered. "Well, it won't work this time. You think she gave something to Carrie? That's why you raced out there, right?"

"Oh, I'm certain of it, but I can't tell you why. I wish I did know the answers. I'm guessing that she thought Carrie knew about her past..."

Kevin frowned. "But that doesn't make sense. How would Carrie know?"

"I don't know," Ellen sighed. "I don't have to tell you how intelligent and strong-willed the Jensen women are. Maybe she did something that caused Carrie to suspect her, but how will we know? Carrie can't tell us. Ronda's seen to that."

"Yeah, if Carrie had said something to Dara, believe me, Rachel wouldn't have a leg to stand on." Wearily, Kevin rubbed his hands across his face. "There's got to be something..."

"I think that there may be."

Kevin and Ellen turned at the sound of Dawn's quiet voice. The young woman's jaw was sent and her eyes flashed with pain and anger. Beside her, Lucky stood. His hand was at her waist, and his face was set with the same determination as hers. He spoke up in a quiet, firm voice.

"We overheard you. We want to help."

"We can help," Dawn added, looking from Kevin to Ellen. "Mama's a stickler for documentation. If she had suspected that...woman of not being legit, she would have gathered the facts and studied them."

"I know," Kevin told his sister-in-law in a gentle voice, "but where would she have put them. Could Rachel have access to them?"

"No," Dawn said, shaking her head. "Mama would have stored it on her PC and she would have made back up disks. She wouldn't have left something like this to chance."

"I know Carrie," Kevin responded. "She would have had that kind of info password protected. We'd have to hack into her files. I could call Victor, but..."

"You don't have to call anyone," Lucky said with a faint smile. "I may have been out of touch for a while, but I'm pretty damn sure I could do it. Just show me where her computer is. I guarantee you that I'll have whatever you need before sunrise."

Ellen glanced at Kevin's watch. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "That's a big guarantee. We only have a few hours."

"That many?" Lucky asked with a smile. "I'll have it for you. Trust me."
"And, in the meantime, I'll see about getting her backup disks," Dawn said.

"Wouldn't they be here?" Kevin asked.

"No, she'd put them someplace safe," Dawn said. "Don't worry about it. I know where they are."

"Okay, I believe you," Kevin said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. "So, where's Dara? Is she okay?"

"She and Matt were discussing Mama's treatment. Ellen, I think your help may be needed. We came down here to get you."

"Okay," she said with a frown. "I'll go back up. Kevin, I'm not sure what Matt has in mind for her treatment. We can't let Ronda find out how much we know."

"We won't," he reassured her. "I'm calling Mac and see what he can do about putting a cop on her until we have the evidence. She's not getting away with anything. Not this time."



He looked up from the report in his lap at the call of his name. Offering Ellen a half-smile as she came towards him, Matt held his hand out to her. "I heard about your mad dash. I wasn't sure if Dawn and Lucky would be able to catch up with you."

"It wasn't easy for them," she said, placing her hand inside his own. Giving his hand a firm, loving squeeze, she said, "I remember everything. Who abducted me and why. It was Rachel."

Matt's face hardened with anger. "I never did like her. What's going with that? Have the authorities been notified?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Kevin is calling Mac. The kids are working on getting more proof. They think that Carrie found something and that's why Rachel went after her."

"Dawn's a smart one. I'm not too sure how she'd respond to being called a kid, though," he said with a teasing smile.

"She'd hate it," Ellen replied. She and Matt moved back down the hallway towards Carrie's room. As they went inside, Ellen was surprised to see that except for Carrie, the room was empty. "Where's Dara? I thought she'd be here."

"She was. Kevin called her and asked her to meet him downstairs. I think they're going back home to get some rest. I recommended it to her, but of course, she wouldn't listen to me. I'm sure that Kevin got through to her." He turned to his patient. Before he began to examine her, he handed the report to Ellen. "Would you look this over? You're not gonna believe what the blood test is telling us."

Ellen moved slowly around the room as she read over the report. When she was done, she tapped the report against the palm of her hand. "That woman is diabolical. Do you really think she caused Carrie to go into the initial coma?"

"Looks like it to me," Matt commented. "Carrie's always been conscientious about her diet and taking her insulin. I should have suspected something when we first brought her in. I definitely should have taken a closer look at her blood test."

Ellen went to Matt. Placing her hands on his strong shoulders, she gently massaged him. "There's no way you could have known to suspect the large amount of sugar in her blood stream. Why you consider foul play? Baby, please don't blame yourself for this. Rachel's the one at fault here. No one else has caused so many so much pain. The best thing we can do is to try to repair the damage. From the report, it looks as if there is an antidote for Rachel's last experimentation with Carrie's health."

Looking over his shoulder, Matt gave his beloved a triumphant smile. "There is."

She smiled back at him. "Well, let's get busy then!"


Dawn and Lucky had entered Carrie's brownstone by using Dawn's key. As soon as they entered the home, Dawn pointed Lucky towards her mother's computer. He quickly settled down and began the difficult task of deciphering Carrie's password. Leaving him to his work, Dawn went to her mother's bedroom.

Hot tears stung her eyes as she glanced around the room. Fear that her mother may not return to her beloved home crept inside Dawn's heart and squeezed hard. Taking a deep breath, Dawn brushed her fears aside as best as she could. Matt and Ellen were wonderful doctors. They wouldn't give up on her mother and neither would she. Blinking rapidly until the tears disappeared, Dawn was able to calm down. Besides, like the others, she had a mission to do. And she had no intentions of being derelict in her duties.

With a frown creasing her brow, Dawn glanced around the beautifully decorated bedroom. A few things were out of place. Someone had been there, Dawn knew, but nothing was taken. Of course not, she thought. The stupid witch wouldn't know where to look!

Dawn moved about the room, righting her mother's knickknacks. Once everything was back as it should be, she went to sit on her mother's bed. Lifting her mother's address book from the nightstand, Dawn quickly found the number she needed. She held her breath as the phone rang on the other end. "Please be home," she murmured.

"At this hour, this had better be good!"

"John!" Dawn breathed into the phone with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid that you wouldn't be there."

"Dawn?" John Black asked. "What's wrong? I just got in. I've been in Europe for the last week. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm sorry for not calling you before. Mama's in a coma."

"What?" he asked, alarmed. "What happened to Carrie?"

"Initially, the coma looked like it was because of her diabetes. Now, it looks like someone may have done this to her intentionally..."

"Care to tell me why I wasn't notified before now?"

Dawn coughed to hide her embarrassment. "I'm sorry. Dara wouldn't have called you because...well, you know how she is. I should have called you, but I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, John. Mama would have wanted you to know."

"Yeah, she would have," he said, his voice soft as he thought of his former fiancée. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm not upset with you. I'll be there in two hours-"

"John, wait!" Dawn called out, afraid that he might have hung up.

"I'm listening. What else is going on?"

"I'm going on a wing and prayer here, but did Mama send you anything? I believe that she was looking into something, and this "doctor" figured out and hurt Mama. Anyway, I think Mama saved what she found to disk and might have sent it to you. Did she?"

"A doctor put her into a coma?" he asked, angrily. "Okay, we'll take care of that when I get there. Let me look around here. There's a stack of mail here. Um...let me see... Bingo! I have a package here from Ms. Carlotta Jensen. Let's see what we have here. A disk? Is that right?"

"Right on the money, honey," Dawn said with relief. "I'm glad my hunch played out. Bring it with you when you come, okay?"

"Will do," he said. "Listen, sweetie, your mama's a fighter. She'll make it through this. I'll be there soon. Love you."

"I love you, too," Dawn said, blinking back sudden tears. "See you soon."

Dawn listened for the click and then hung up the phone. She took long, deep breaths to calm herself again. She wasn't surprised when Lucky's arms were suddenly around her. He always seemed to be there right when she needed him most.

"Should I be worried?" he asked in a teasing voice as he rubbed her shoulders.

"Huh?" she asked with a confused frown. "Worried about what?"

He nodded towards the phone. "You're telling some guy named John that you love him..."

"Eavesdropping?" she asked with a raised brow. "How tacky," she said in a tone that was clearly teasing him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she answered him. "John and my mom were once engaged. He's like a father to me. Dara didn't like him too much. He's had some weird things happen in his past... Anyway, he and Mama didn't make it to the altar, but they always remained friends. I knew that if she wanted the disk to be safe, she'd send it to him. I wasn't wrong. He's coming and he's bringing the disk with him."

"Sounds good," Lucky said, hugging her to him before he released her. He stood up and reached for her hands. "But we don't really need the disk. I got in. I've glanced over her notes and I'm printing them out as we speak. Your mom had the goods on Rachel, and she had them real good. She's even got a mention of Ellen's weird disappearance in there. Rachel's not getting away with what she's done."

"That's great," she said, rising from the bed to embrace him again. "Now, all we need is more good news from Matt and Ellen, and life will be perfect again."

Lucky wrapped his arms around Dawn and held her to him in a tight grasp. Dawn closed her eyes, praying for the doctors' success.

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