The Gemini

3 - Obsession

One hour. That's how long Jody had been sitting here at the precinct. Waiting; struggling to keep herself awake. An hour an a half before this was spent at the hospital. After an x-ray, they concluded that it was - just as she had suspected - a sprang. They then wrapped her, doped her, and sent her on her hobbling way.

She wanted nothing more than to just go home and crawl into her bed and sleep away the remainder of this bizarre night. A sense of justice told her not to. However, now it seemed that lady justice was yanking Jody's chain because she wasnt being served anytime soon. All thanks to a station full of slow-as-molasses cops.

Jody would understand her request for service being put on the backburner if it were the weekend. It was a silly theory - she knew - but in her mind she liked to think that criminals treated the weekend like anyone else. Only they would swap out parties and movie dates with friends for burglary, arson, and larceny with accomplices. Today was Thursday though, so Jody saw no reason why she hadn't yet been given the time to be heard. Especially since the place was fairly empty.

A pimp and his four hoes were lead through the door in single file. One of them, raven haired and looking more masculine than the John himself, was hurling Cantonese insults at the back of the female officers head. Understanding the lewd suggestion, Jody chuckled under her breath and watched as the oblivious cop led them toward the holding cells.

Unable to fight off another yawn, she looked to the wall clock. 3:10 a.m., it read. The last straw. Standing, with the help of crutches, Jody set out to find attention for the third time since being here. At the front desk sat two officers. One occupied with a losing game of solitaire, while the other sat talking on the telephone.

"Excuse me," her polite tone thinly veiled her aggravation.

No answer.

"Hey." She came a bit stern this time, gaining the glancing eyes of the blond crew-cut on the left.

Placing the deck of cards to the side, he gave his attention to the tired looking woman before him. "How can I help you?"

"I'd like to report a crime."

"Were you the victim?"

With a furrowed brow, Jody paused at the question which she found dumb. "Uh, yeah."

"What kind of crime?"

"A kidnap, an attempted murder," she shifted uncomfortably, readjusting the crutch handles that dug painfully into her under arms. "An actual murder."

Quirking a brow, the young officer raked skeptical grey eyes over Jody's form. She had no patience for his unnecessary sarcasm. The dull ache in her foot was gnawing at her nerves and somehow the drugs that whirled in her system seemed to be making her agitation worse.

"I'm the attempted," she stated flatly.

Unamused with her tone, the man sat back in his chair, cards back in hand. "Where were you when it happened?"

"I dont know, I was kidnapped." She breathed a tired sigh. "It looked like a warehouse or something. It was dark so I'm not sure." Closing her eyes she tried to jog her fogged memory. "I took one of their cars and escaped."

"Their?"

"Yes. Three large men in purple suits. Behind the 94 East night club."

"I thought you said you didnt know where they took you."

The officer on the telephone snickered a laugh, earning an annoyed look from Jody. He shook his head and pointed to the receiver indicating that there was where his amusement was directed.