John burst through the slightly ajar door to
Evangeline’s apartment with unmatched anxiety. Close
behind him Nora, Bo and Antonio followed. There had
been little discussion when the phone call had come
through to his office. Evangeline was alive and home
and safe. He had ordered a police detail be dispatched
to her residence immediately before making his exit
from the police station, much like a bat out of hell.
The officer had explained that his girlfriend was in
bad shape, but she was safe. Apparently Evangeline had
requested her savior take her home, where she had
promptly requested John’s presence. John had made sure
to call Michael at the hospital and request someone
meet him at Evangeline’s apartment to make sure she
was really alright.
“She’s pretty messed up boss,” The officer had
confessed after John had jumped down his throat. But
he would take her anyway he could get her, as long as
she was home.
Once inside John was instantly met by familiar faces,
where two of his officers stood in the middle of her
living room, talking to a rather bewildered gentleman.
The two cops like the man were wet from the freezing
almost freezing rainfall that had started up a few
The officers were silenced as they laid eyes on John
McBain. The smart thing would have been to check in
with them first, but he wasn’t thinking smart right
now. Word of Evangeline’s rescue still rung in his
ears and no matter what his mind told him he had to
see for himself that she had been returned to him.
He started up the stairs, his long legs conquering
their height in record time; he didn’t see the other
man at the top of the stairs as he ascended.
“John, she’s fine.” Michael’s knew his words offer
little reassurance as John pushed forcefully past his
little brother and into Evangeline’s bedroom. The
door to her room was open and at first all he could
seed Dr. Paige Miller, she was leaning over the figure
that lay in bed, one had clutching Evangeline’s tiny
wrist as the other was bent upwards, allowing her to
utilize the timing function on her wrist watch to
check her pulse. He steadied himself with the door as
he was brought to a halt by the sight before him.
Evangeline lay back on the patterned linen, her
beautiful face slightly tilted. Her eyes were closed,
but he could see a difference in her face. She seemed
smaller, weaker even. Her hair was slightly damp and
several strands were plastered to parts of her
forehead and just above her chin. He knew she was
asleep from the sound of her breathing, but her
slumber was anything but peaceful. She seemed to make
quick, twitching movements every few seconds. Beads of
sweat seemed scattered across her face, only adding to
her blatant restlessness. She seemed to be fighting a
battle with her own body as she tossed her head from
side to side.
“I just gave her something to help her sleep,” Dr.
Miller spoke softly as John inched towards the bed.
Dr. Miller rested Evangeline’s wrist by her side. It
was then that he noticed the cuts on her arms, and an
incredible gash on her neck. There were cuts and
bruises everywhere, her fingers seemed painfully raw,
as if she had been clawing at something…or someone.
“How is she?” He sat down slowly beside the bed,
afraid to touch her. She was starting to settle down
as the drug started to take effect. John’s fingers
reached for her bruised wrist, caressing it between
his thumb and fingers.
“They found her about forty five minutes ago,” John
didn’t look up as Michael reentered the room,
answering in barely a whisper “Some guy was driving
down the freeway and found her. Says she came out of
nowhere and she just passed out right there in the
middle of the road. She was pretty beat up John.” His
voice was soft as he came to stand over his brother.
Michael’s heart ached as he watched his brother’s
fingers link into Evangeline’s. John showed no
reaction to Michael’s words as he moved the hair from
her eyes, watching with unexplainable relief, as her
chest rose and fell in a steady motion.
Dr. Miller’s eyes moved from her patient to the
Lieutenant, and finally to Michael McBain. Michael
didn’t know what to say. John had said barely two
words since he had arrived on the scene. His eyes
never left Evangeline as they spoke.
“John,” Dr. Miller cleared her throat. “She-she
doesn’t remember anything.” She held her breath for a
response but none came.
“She remembers the accident…but her thoughts are
muddled. She couldn’t tell us what happened or where
she was. But she was in pretty bad shape when we got
here…pretty banged up, whatever happened it was bad.”
Still there was silence as John’s finger held onto her
even tighter. “It will probably all come back…soon.
But right now she needs all the rest she can get.” Dr.
Miller’s gaze shifted one last time, before she took
the silence as her queue to leave.
“John did you hear what she said?” Once Paige had
exited the room, Michael crouched down beside the bed,
his eyes studying John’s reaction…or lack thereof.
“This is serious Johnny.” When John still didn’t
answer, he eventually stood up, glancing over the site
of John and his girlfriend, he decide John needed some
time to just be alone with the woman he loved.
As Michael closed the door behind him, Evangeline
stirred. She moved her head again before resting it on
her side, her eyes tilted towards John.
“John?” her eyed fluttered open, her eyes bring his
face into focus.
“I’m right here.” His fingers increased their hold on
hers and he felt her fingers respond to his touch.
Evangeline looked up at him again even more intently.
“Don’t leave me, please.” The statement came out more
as a plea, and without waiting for an answer her eyes
closed again, as they sedative finally put her to
John leaned in closer, his face close enough to hers
to whisper his response into her ear.
“Never.” His voice was shaky as he said the word. He
watched to make sure she was finally asleep before
letting his head rest in his hands. And for the first
time in what seemed like forever John McBain let
himself weep over the what if’s that had tortured him
since Evangeline had first disappeared.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t better help.” Evangeline was
sitting up in bed as Bo questioned her, beside her in
the bed; John sat with his arm pulling her towards
him. He squeezed her to offer some reassurance. They
had been at this all morning. As soon as Evangeline
was well enough to talk, Bo had taken it upon himself
to head the investigation into her abduction. He had
forcefully removed John from the case, knowing he was
too emotionally involved and that he wouldn’t take no
for an answer.
John hadn’t had the will to protest. All he could
think of was that no matter what the commissioner
ordered, he would make someone pay for what ever had
been done to her.
It had been two days, and still she couldn’t remember
anything about the bruises, the cuts and scratches,
the man who had supposedly carried her off into the
night, and most importantly she had no recollection of
what had transpired over the days she had been
“I don’t know what to say,” There was a sense of
frustration in her voice. Her eyes turned to John, who
was trying so hard to not pressure her. But Evangeline
was doing a fine job of being hard on herself. How
could she not remember? HOW?
“It’s like I’ve got all these missing pieces in my
memory and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to piece
them back together.” Evangeline was trying to be brave
in front of her friends and John, especially John. She
didn’t want him to worry, the way she knew he would.
The kind of worry where he carried the weight of the
world on his shoulders. Consistently he had been the
first face she laid eyes on as she had drifted in and
out of sleep. He had spent every waking moment by her
side, anchoring her to reality. Evangeline couldn’t
even begin imagine how helpless he must feel, just
sitting there, not able to do a thing…
“It will come back,” Nora was sitting on the bed
closest to her. “You heard what Paige said. Sometimes
when people suffer traumatic experiences there is
bound to be some memory loss.” Evangeline sighed
deeply at Nora’s words. It was what everyone had been
telling her for the last few days, but she didn’t buy
it. Nobody understood what it was like being inside
her head, feeling like you were losing your mind. But
every time she tried to remember, something seemed to
block the memories she tried to recover.
“The important thing is that you’re ok. Everything
will come back in time.” Bo winked at her as he got up
to leave. “I better get back to the station, I’ll stop
by tomorrow and see how you feel.” Evangeline nodded
as John got up to see the commissioner off, instantly
Nora was at her bedside.
“Now, I know that John is staying with you for a
while…but if you need anything and I mean anything-”
“I won’t hesitate to call,” Evangeline put on her best
smile as her best friend leaned in for a hug.
“Thank you.” She whispered. Nora had taken care of
everything with work, offering to spend ever possible
moment at Evangeline’s bedside. She had brought, food,
and flowers and magazine’s, even Matthew in an attempt
to cheer her up. Evangeline was grateful for her
friendship and how much effort she had put into being
there for her.
“It’ll come back,” Nora said as she pulled away,
sensing a sadness emanating from her friend.
“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” she sighed. “But
I feel so useless. I mean, I see all of you and how
everyone was so worried about me. I see the look on
John’s face, and my heart breaks into a million
pieces. It’s like Caitlin all over again and that’s
the last thing I ever wanted him to go through.”
“That’s what people do when their in love.” Nora
grinned, in an effort to relax her friend. Evangeline
managed a smile in response to her friend’s kind
words. “Look, it’s late, I’ll check on you tomorrow.”
She got up and walked towards the door.
“And get some rest,” Nora yelled back just as John
reentered the room.
“You ok?” He sat beside her on the bed, as one hand
moved to caress her face. Evangeline merely nodded as
she reveled in the feel of his fingers on her skin. He
watched her moment, at a loss for words to describe
just how grateful he was that she was here.
“Mike called, he’s gonna send a nurse over to check on
you tonight since asked him ever so politely to get
lost.” Evangeline smiled. She had been joking earlier
that day when she had instructed Michael to go away
and stop fawning over her. But she had had her fill of
sickbeds, hospital rooms and doctors and nurses. All
she wanted now was to sit here with John and just be.
“I’m sorry,” She said suddenly, turning toward him.
“For what?” He watched her closely, and Evangeline saw
the same fear in his eyes that she had recognized when
she had first woke.
“For everything. My memory…all I remember is you and
me at the hospital and this huge fight and…”
Her voice quivered as she spoke.
“It’s over,” he half-smiled, “None of that matters now
as long as you’re here.” The softness of his words
made her heart ache, and for the first in what seemed
like forever, Evangeline enjoyed the welcomed taste of
John’s lips as he kissed her. Both hands cupped her
face as his tongue delved into the welcoming depth of
her warmth mouth, forcing her fingers to seek to bury
themselves in his hair to steady herself.
The doorbell rang and John pulled away, just enough so
that his lips rested on her forehead, his breath hot
on her face as thy both struggled to control their
“Saved by the bell…” she giggled.
“No kidding,” He reluctantly moved to stand, “that’s
probably the nurse; I’ll show her in and get you
something to eat.”
Evangeline leaned back against the pillows, flustered.
Her memory might be a little whacky but that she would
never forget, the way her heart melted every time John
McBain kissed her. She only wished she could remember
enough to help him figure out what happened to her.
She knew he was keeping something from her, but then
again they all seemed guarded. Nobody knew what to say
or what to do, the situation was so strange, so
disturbing. The bandaged cuts on her arms scared her,
not to mention the bruises everywhere, and her
Please help me remember… she pleaded to nobody in
Moments later, she was still staring at the bruises as
a knock came from the door. As she beckoned the
knocker in, she watched as slim blonde woman entered
her room, smiling sweetly as she did so. The moment
Evangeline saw the woman’s face her body froze. Her
blood pumped ridiculously through her veins as her
heartbeat quickened and every muscle in her body was
paralyzed with fear. She wanted to move but she
couldn’t. All she could think about was the woman
walking towards her and the loud drumming of her
The nurse sat down beside her, smiling as she reached
to tuck a loose strand behind her ear.
“Hello Evangeline,” Celia smiled at the still figure
before her. She took Evangeline’s hand in one of hers,
as with the other she produced a small syringe from
the medical bag she was carrying. Evangeline watched
with horror as the syringe was plunged into her upper
arm and emptied. Instantly she relaxed against the
“That’s better,” Celia was still smiling, quickly
replacing the empty syringe and closing her bag. “I
have a job for you.” She continued.
“It’s a message, for you’re beloved John McBain.”