Title - Saying The Words (15/?)
Author - Nicky
Rating - PG
Category - JMPR
Summary - Jarod tries to say good-bye, but ends up coming back to 
rescue Miss Parker and finds her in a surprising predicament.
Disclaimer - The characters aren't mine.  I'm just using them for 
my own entertainment purposes.

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Jarod walks into the doctor's office, surprised at how quiet it 
was.  The front door was open, but he didn't see Nurse Simpson's 
car.  He assumed Dr. Jacobs was in.  Peeking into the man's 
office, he sees evidence that the man had been there, but he was 
no where to be found.  He turns to go down the hall to his own 
office.

When he reaches the door, he's a bit confused to see it closed.  
As far as he remembers, he left the door open.  Maybe Nurse 
Simpson closed it, he thinks to himself with a shrug before 
pushing it open.  The sight that meets him stops him in his 
track.

"What's going on in here," Jarod yells, running over to his desk.  
A unconscious woman was crumpled awkwardly on the floor and Dr. 
Jacobs was standing ominiously over her, an evil gleam in his 
eyes.

"She passed out," the doctor claims, sounding a bit angry.  Angry 
at what, Jarod wonders.  Did Jarod interrupt something in here?  
And what were they doing in his office anyway?  But, he didn't 
have time to be suspicious.  He had to make sure the woman was 
alright.

"Did you call 911 yet?" Jarod asks, kneeling down beside the 
woman to check her vitals.  "Her pulse is weak and thready.  She 
needs to get to the hospital right now."

"St. Josephs is right up the street.  Why don't you take her.  
It'll be faster than waiting on an ambulance.  I'll call the 
hospital to let them know to expect you," the doctor offers.

"It would be better if you came, too.  You should drive.  I'm 
still learning my way around Savannah and I'd hate to get lost at 
a time like this."  Jarod watches as a mixture of annoyance and 
frustration crosses the other man's face.  He obviously didn't 
care about this woman's well being.  Which only proves to Jarod 
that he had something to do with her current condition.  

Seeing the he wasn't getting out of going to the hospital, Dr. 
Jacobs rolls his eyes and lets out a huffy sigh.  He grabs on to 
the woman's legs and helps Jarod take her to the car.  This woman 
was getting to be more and more trouble for him.  If Jarod had 
just waited a little longer before showing up at the office, she 
would have been out of his hair.  Now, if she lives through this, 
she'll have an interesting story to tell the police.  His attempt 
to quiet her failed.  He now had to take more drastic measures.  
When he was through with her, she won't be saying anything to 
anyone ever again.

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The ringing of the telephone manages to make it's way through to 
Miss Parker's sleep muddled brain.  It takes her a few seconds to 
realize what the noise was before actually picking it up.

"Hello?" her raspy voice says.

"Hey.  It's me."  Jarod's greeting instantly brings a smile to 
her face.

"Hi 'me'," she says with a laugh.  "What's up?"

"Obviously not you.  You were sleeping, weren't you?  I'm sorry I 
woke you."

"No, it's fine," she says quickly.  "I was just resting."

"How are you feeling this morning?  You up for a little 
adventure?"

"Morning sickness is pretty much nonexistent.  I'm feeling great.  
What kind of adventure do you have in mind?" 

"I need a favor.  I need you to go to my office and do what you 
do best."

"Actually, you wouldn't let me do to you last night what I do 
best," she says suggestively with a flirty giggle.

"I stand corrected," he laughs.  "How about doing what you do 
*second* best.  While I'm sure Dr. Jacobs would enjoy the other 
thing, I wasn't trying to pimp out my fiance."

"Fiance.  I like the sound of that," she sighs wistfully.

"Just until this is over.  After that, it'll be wife," he 
promises.  "Which is why I need your help."

"Okay, so what is it you think I do second best?"

"Are you up for a little bit of hunting?  I need to find out some 
things about Dr. Jacobs."

"Dr. Jacobs.  The one you work with?  Is he the baby killer you 
were telling me about?"

"Killer?  Possibly.  There was a woman in my office this morning 
when I got there.  She was unconscious and Dr. Jacobs was 
standing over her.  I may have interrupted his plans to murder 
her.  But I don't think he's killed any babies.  I think he's got 
a more . . . profitable . . . purpose in mind."

"Profitable?" She's confused for a moment before his meaning 
begins to sink in.  "Jarod, do you think he's selling these 
babies?"

"That's what I'm thinking," he nods his head, even though he 
knows she can't see him.  "He's obviously the supplier.  Which 
means there's a buyer somewhere.  I'm not sure if there's a 
middle man or if he brokers the deals himself."

"Selling babies?  That's just sick.  But at least they're alive 
out there somewhere.  And if they're out there, then I have every 
faith that you'll find them."

"With your help, I can do anything."

"You're so sweet," she says, a full grin spreading across her 
face.  "I know you can very well handle this on your own.  But 
thank you for including me anyway."

"Full partners from now on.  In everything," he stresses.

"Okay then partner.  What do you want need me to do?"

"Search Dr. Jacobs' office.  I know he has proof of something 
there.  I'm not sure what you're looking for, but you'll know it 
when you see it.  He's here at the hospital with me right now, so 
you shouldn't have to worry about running into him.  I'll call 
and give Nurse Simpson the rest of the day off, so you won't have 
to worry about her, either."

"Got it.  If there's something there to be found, then I'll find 
it," she says, her voice suddenly sounding professional and down-
to-business.

"Ooh, you're giving me chills, Honey," he teases.  "I love it 
when you're in huntress mode.  It's very . . . sexy," he whispers 
into the phone so that no one passing by will hear.

"There you go again getting me all worked up when there's not a 
thing we can do about it," she groans. 

"Just extra incentive to finish this quickly."

"Not too quickly, Jarod," her voice turns serious again.  "Please 
be careful.  I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you.  
Not when we're this close to what we've always wanted.  I love 
you.  And you have to come home to me.  Wherever home ends up 
being."

"There's no place I'd rather be," he smiles.  "I love you too."

He holds the phone to his ear until he hears the tell tale click 
of her hanging up.  He can't believe that they're finally honest 
with each other about their feelings.  He loves her so much.  All 
he wants to do is finish this case so that he can marry her.  But 
she was right about one thing.  He needed to keep his focus.  
Lack of focus could lead to mistakes.  And mistakes could lead to 
tragedy.

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She watches from a distance while he's on the phone.  It was 
sweet, really, the way he blushed when speaking with his wife.  
It was obvious the two loved each other very much.  After a few 
more smiles, he finally hangs the phone up and turns around, 
blushing again when he notices her watching him.

"Denise," he says with some shock.  "I didn't see you back 
there."

"I didn't want to interrupt," she says, giving him a sad smile.

"How's your aunt doing?  I got her here as soon as I could."

"Thank you for all you did, Dr. Wilkes.  If you hadn't shown up, 
I don't think Dr. Jacobs would have been as . . . helpful," she 
tells him, wiping away a stray tear.  "I don't even know what she 
was doing there to begin with.  I know she still blames him for 
what happened to Destiny's baby.  We've been trying to get her to 
let this go.  Trying to convince her that Dr. Jacobs will get 
what's coming to him if he's responsible in anyway.  But she 
won't let it go."

"Unfortunately, I think that almost got her killed," Jarod 
whispers, not wanting to risk Dr. Jacobs overhearing.  "I know 
the doctors are calling this a stroke, but I don't think that's 
what happened at all.  I think that Dr. Jacobs . . . well, I 
think he tried to kill her."

"What?  Why isn't he in jail?" she shrieks, before being shushed 
by Jarod.  He pulls her arm and leads her further down the hall 
into a quieter corner.  

"You just take care of your aunt and don't worry about Dr. 
Jacobs.  I'm working on taking care of him once and for all.  He 
will get what's coming to him," he says, placing a comforting 
hand on her shoulder.  "That, I promise you."

To be continued . . .