Secrets

Hospitals

The hospital was chaotic when Dean arrived. Police line tapped across elevator doors. Officers, nurses, and EMT's running in and out of the stairwell. He pushed his way down to the basement where his wife's office was.

It's moments like this he wished he hadn't of voted for regulated fade in locations. He could have just faded in right where he wanted to be and wouldn't be having a small panic attack.

Dean stepped through the doorway into the crime scene that used to be the hospital laboratory. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it wouldn't budge. He's been to plenty of crime scenes before, this shouldn't phase him. The large pool of blood shouldn't make his heart race, it shouldn't make him need to stop and take a breath to pull himself together.

"Excuse me," a man he had never seen before stopped him. The badge on his hip clued him in that he was a detective. "You can't be down here sir."

"My..." His airway ceased up, Dean ran his hands down his face and cleared his throat. "My wife works down here."

"Oh," his eyes turned sad and shined with sympathy, "let me get my partner."

Dean watched him duck under some police tape and his mind began to wonder. When his best friend walked out of his wife's office, he felt his control snap.

"Ben!" He hollered, "Ben, where is she?"

"Shit," Ben mumbled and rushed to him holding him behind the police tape.

"Where is she? Rachel!" Dean pushed against his friend's chest, "Rachel!"

"Dean, you've gotta calm down," Ben said softly.

"No," Dean's voice was thick with emotion, he wasn't even sure when he had started crying. "Ben, where's my wife?"

"Hey," Ben grabbed ahold of Dean's face turning him away from the scene behind them. "Dean, look at me."

"Dean," Ben began when he finally had his focus, "she's alive."

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~Fourty-five Minutes ago~

"Did you really think I was going to let you go," a familiar voice hissed in her ear. "No one knows you're here and I have an hour before anyone shows up."

His other hand snaked up the front of her body to her throat, he gripped it just enough to put pressure on her esophagus.

"Let's play, Doc."

He pushed her foreword banging her head against the door to disorient her. Rachel felt herself be lifted off the ground and the plopped down into her desk chair. He tied her arms to the chair on each side then her legs together. Her head laid back against the chair until he slapped her face.

"Pay attention to me," he hissed.

"What do you want from me, Derrick?" Rachel sobbed.

"I want you to be my example," he said with a smirk. "My mother was brutally gutted by a werewolf when I was eight, right in front of me."

Rachel's eyes widened when her old lab assistant pulled out a set of blades and fastened them to his hand.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Derrick smiled at his contraption that made his human hand appear to have long sharp claw-like nails. "When I heard there was to be a benefit rally to support those vile creatures I went in protest. It made my blood sizzle to learn that not only were my co-workers there in support of the cause, but one doctor was running it."

Derrick slid this pointer finger across Rachels' neck, the light touch only scratched her skin leaving what could be considered a long papercut. She tried to squirm away, He tsked at her.