Old Memories And Scars

"Doggett," John says, clicking on his phone the moment it rings.

"Hey, it's me."

"Mon? Are you okay?" He worries at his lower lip with his teeth. Moves the phone from his right hand to his left. "You said you'd call when you got home. It's been two hours and I couldn't get through to you. What's going on?"

There's a pause. It's too long and the instant Monica begins to talk again he knows something is up. Her voice is shaky.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she tells him. "I'm fine. I...uh...need a favour, though. Are you busy?"

"No, no, I'm not busy. What do you need?"

Her next words send a chill through him.

"I'm at the hospital. I was hoping for a lift home."

His throat closes up as he recalls the last time he was at the hospital. Monica, after dropping him home, had gotten into a car crash and had ended up fighting for her life. The thought that he might lose her had scared him to no end. (He can't lose her too. He's lost too many loved ones already.)

He realises he hasn't replied when Monica says his name.


"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there as soon as I can." He grabs his keys from the kitchen table. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Well, there've been a few old memories dug up and scars reopened being here, but that's all. I've just about solved this case now."

Some of his worry eases at the word 'case'.

"And I am okay, John," she adds. "Thanks."

He sighs in relief, heads for the door. "That's good to hear. I'll see you soon."