(Jonathan's Point of View)
I woke up around two o'clock to the sound of the phone ringing. I walk out of the bedroom and into the other room.
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon Dr. Crane. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you need to come in today."
"Why?"
"Because the mob boss from the newspapers was sent to the medical center, and he slit his wrists. We were asking questions as to why, but he specifically asked for you." Oh great!
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Thank you," I said as I hung up the phone.
"God dammit!" I heard Myca wake up suddenly.
"Jon, whats wrong?"
"Falcone was sent to William's, and somehow he slit his wrists and he's asking to speak to me only. I don't know what I'm going to do."
"I know what you should do. Scare him."
"You mean use Scarecrow?"
"Whatever it takes to not have him tell everyone what you two have been doing."
"I haven't thought about that."
"Just be careful. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you." She gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"Can I go to work with you today?"
"I suppose. We'll only be at William's today, I think. Be ready in ten minutes. Why do you want to go anyway?"
"I just hate being alone. I don't know what might happen when you're not here."
"You think someone is going to barge in here?"
"I don't know. Maybe. You might want to start getting ready." I looked over and she was already getting dressed. I try to look away because its rude for a gentleman to peep at a woman while shes undressing, but I can't stop.
'You know you want to just tackle her, don't you? C'mon, Jon. She wants you.'
"Jon, is it the voice again?" She was still looking through her suitcase.
"Yea."
"Whats going on? What is it telling you now?"
"Same thing it always does." I started walking toward her.
(Myca's Point of View)
I quickly pick out another white tank top, a ripped up, black shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, black Docs, and my black hoodie.
Jon is still walking toward me.
"Jon, don't act on what the voice says."
"I wasn't. I was just getting some clothes. My dresser happens to be in here. Somebody is hiding something."
"I'm not."
"Myca, I'm a psychiatrist. I know how to read people and their body language. You're holding your clothes close to your chest in defense and you're looking down at the floor because you're in deep thought." Worst part is, he's right.
"Do you want to?"
"Now?" Oh God!
"Not now, we have to leave soon. But, sometime in the future. When you're ready."
"Maybe. I don't know. Are you starting to give in to your urges, Jon?" He pulled his pants on and put on an under shirt.
"I-I don't know." I started putting my clothes on as well.
