Guess Who is Coming to Dinner-(Doc)

[Doc]

Doc had meant to go to the lab first that night, but the Ball and Chain had called and ******* Freddie was was on a tear again. Apparently this event was worse than those previously, because she was actually advocating a medicinal intervention. Well hall-a-*******-lujah! It was about time she realized that his ‘talking’ about his ******* feelings would get her ******* nowhere. To say he hated Freddie, was an understatement, he would gladly put Freddie down, except for the fact that he had prominent family ties. Prominent families had no problem throwing people under the bus, even though their relative was a mass murderer. So Doc was willing to let Cytherea have her way with ‘therapy’ for Freddie.

Having successfully medicating Freddie with Haloperidol, putting him into a nice stupor like slumber, Doc was now updating Freddie’s file. He liked documenting things as soon as possible, while information was fresh. And since Freddie had the prominent family connection, Doc knew he needed to make sure to dot all i’s and cross all t's. He was in the midst of writing it up, when his office phone rang. He looked at the phone, it was a transferred call from the Lab, he ignored it. The file was more important.

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique.

Rick tosses the paper in his hand back to the top of the desk and immediately his body rocks forward in the chair. He looks at the receiver in his hand then down at the paper in front of him. It was going to be one of those fifteen minute tracking down someone more important than death deals. Why the **** was this his job? When he was done with this call he was going to find the rookie. It was a good time to get him trained into the grunt work. In this case where someone couldn’t be half-assed about someone related to them dying it became just as it felt like. Grunt work.

“Ontario Police, Lt. Rick Brown speaking. I am trying to reach a Mr. Charles Nilson. It cannot wait.” Rick reached for his pen that was bordering the base of the office phone in his hand. His hand froze. “Yes, Dr. Nilson. I get he is a doctor and I understand he is not at your current location. Why don’t you give me the number where he is…” He couldn’t believe he was getting cut off by the woman on the other line that he was not in the office. “This is Lt. Rick Brown with the Ontario police and I would like to speak with Dr. Charles Nilson. Do you understand that or would you like me to repeat it one more time?”

The hand wrapped around the bridge of the receiver of the phone was being constricted by the force of a strong set of white knuckles locking up. Unprofessional as it is he already began contemplating in his head the sound of the woman’s breaking up after he asks her to ask her boss if he has seen his parents hearts or a set of seventy-something eyeballs rolling around. His free hand slaps his forehead and rubs firmly downward over his nose. Where the **** was his secretary to call this assholes secretary? If it was not annoying enough the burritos from Benny’s Burro Hut were starting to work double-time on his gut. He patted at his pocket and pulled out a roll of Rolaids. They better work.

[Doc]

The phone finally stopped. Not that Doc had noticed really, he was focused on the task at hand. He could be very compartmentalized when he needed to be. However, three minutes later the phone started ringing again. And As Doc ignored it the first time, he ignored it the second time. Usually after six rings, Jane would hang up. But as the ringing continued and continued, Doc sighed impatiently. Yanking the handset up, he growled with ill concealed anger, “This had better be ******* good Jane, or you will find yourself ******* unemployed, and unemployable. I will blackball your *** so hard, you will have to move to outer Mongolia to find someone who will speak to you. Now what the **** do you want?”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique

The music that played while he waited for a connection sucked ***. Rick was sure that there were better choices out there. Surely there was. It reminded him of the music he was forced to listen to during recitals in middle school. His mom swore he was going to use it someday. Forget the fact he wanted to play the drums and that to this day he still never forgave his mother for sticking him with the tuba. It would build character and he could shine since no one else was going to be willing to play the ******* thing. His mother wonders why he was suspended for hiding the class hamster in it. lass terror Lawrence Welk? His eyes closed as the band played on.

Rick doubled over on the desk then felt the tell-tale signs of a biological explosion rolling through his system. He straightened back up and looked around. It wasn’t going to wait and he was on hold. Why should he be inconvenienced anymore than he already was. He leaned over just enough to let it go and then settled back in his seat. Thank god the Rolaids still worked after their expiration date.

Rick waves the paper that had been on his desk when he hears the gradual rise of voices. One he had been talking to and the other was rather clear on what his intentions were if he was disturbed again. The sound of footsteps walking on the other side of the cubicle divider catch his attention. So does the small spritz bottle of Odor Eliminator that drops like dead weight and rolls off his desk. He ignored it because he was being asked a question.

What the **** did he want?

Rick didn’t even blink. This asshole on the other end was a ******* piece of work. He punched people’s lights out for less.

“This is Lt. Rick Brown with the Ontario Police and who am I speaking with?”

What the **** did he want? He wanted to know where the **** his parent’s parts are that is what he wants to ******* know.

[Doc]

Doc’s foul mood just got worse. The police. The .. Ontario Police, at that. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he counted. The growl of frustration was probably audible to ‘Lt. Rick Brown’ on the other end of the phone. He set his pen down. He closed the file that he had just recently been annotating.

His voice had a tired yet snappy quality to it, he bit out the single word, “Nilson.” No more, no less. He knew how the police worked. They read **** into everything. The less he said the better. Trust his ******* mother to pick now, to finally press charges against the old man. Well if she thought he was dropping everything to head to Toronto.. she was going to be ******* disappointed. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to manipulate him into coming home for the holidays. **** that ****.

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique

“I am calling with regards to Dr. Lars Nilson and Mrs. Evelyn Nilson. Can you confirm their address is currently 639 Alpine Drive?”

Nilson sounded like he was not at all concerned that the police were calling him and trying to speak with him. The silver foil wrapped roll of antacid tablets in his left hand was giving him hell at unwrapping. He tried cracking it on the edge of the desk a couple times. All he managed to succeed in doing, was dump his cashews that were in a dish too close to the edge.

“I can’t ******* believe this…” Rick’s brain was delayed over the loss of his nuts and once it kicked back in he realized he said what he did out loud.

[Doc]

Doc sighed again, what the ****? Confirm their address? What the **** for? Then came the next comment. They sounded more than a bill collector than the police. Why would the ******* police want to confirm his parents street address. “Who the **** is this?”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique

Rick barely had the salvageable handful up off the carpet beneath his desk chair when the good doctor had his inner Dirty Harry going full blast with asking who the **** he was.

Again? Seriously?

“Listen...there is no easy way to say this. I am calling to notify you that your parents expired this evening. The address is currently being treated as a crime scene and it would be best if you come here as soon as possible.”

Odd enough Rick had no issue popping several of the rescued cashews in his mouth while he leaned back in his chair and waited for what would be an interesting response.

[Doc]

Doc blinked and went perfectly still. Of all the things he expected to be relayed to him, the words he heard, was it wishful thinking, or had he just been told his parents both expired? Expired. Odd use of the word. Why? And then the words ‘crime scene’. Why say expired, then crime scene? Had the old man killed Evelyn and then turned the gun on himself? His voice took on a completely different tone, the impatience gone, being replaced cold analytical focus. “I am sorry. Could you repeat that?”

[Dominique]

Please note that the part of Lt. Rick Brown is written by writer of Dominique

Rick was in the middle of chewing and waiting for the sound of Dr. Nilson’s voice to break and do the predictable guttural cry of one who has just lost not one parent but two. There would be the typical barrage of who, what, where, when and why in a screaming rant. The phone would maybe even drop and someone witness to the current call would step in taking over the duty of demanding answers. Instead the lieutenants jaws slowed down to a stop on breaking down the nuts.

“Your parents have been victims of an apparent double homicide. That is the only details I can give you currently. At this point we need you to come to Ontario as soon as possible.” Rick let the small bits in his mouth tumble around a couple more times then swallows them down.