Reese took a deep breath and turned her head as she slowly started to wake. As she shifted her body, she immediately became alert. Something wasn't right. She opened her eyes quickly and began to realize where she was. Instead of waking up at home in her bed, she had fallen asleep in the back room of Sebastian's bar. As she stood from the chair where she had slept all night, she realized how sore her neck and back were, but she didn't have time to dwell on her discomfort.
When she turned around, she saw Blaine passed out on the floor. She gasped and knelt down beside him. Once she was assured that he was breathing normally, she hurried towards the door. She turned the knob, only to find that the door was locked.
"Hello! Is anyone out there?" she shouted as she pounded on the door. "Hello?"
She listened at the door for a moment, but there was only silence on the other side.
When she heard Blaine stir, she dropped down beside him and gently shook his shoulder. "Blaine. Blaine, wake up."
Blaine mumbled in his sleep and slowly started to awake. When he saw Reese leaning over him, he asked," What-" before realizing what had happened and where he was.
"Are you alright?" Reese asked as she helped Blaine to his feet.
"Yeah," he replied groggily, as he rubbed his eyes. "We were drugged and locked in."
Reese nodded and glanced around the room. There was only one door and no windows. She thought an office should have a phone, but there didn't seem to be one. "We're still trapped. There's no other way out."
"I guess we'll have to wait until the bar opens tonight," Blaine suggested. Reese just frowned. He didn't like the idea either, but he didn't know of any other options. He just hoped that Sebastian didn't come back for them before then, which made him wonder, why did Sebastian lock them up in the first place?
When Cassandra woke up in the morning, she was surprised to see her sister, dozing on the chair in the corner of her bedroom. As she started to get out of bed, she noticed that Zara was awake. "What are you doing here?"
"I have something to tell you," Zara began slowly. She stopped short when Cassandra stumbled as she got out of bed. "Are you ok?"
Cassandra sat on the corner of the bed and held her head. "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I had a rough night."
"You aren't the only one," Zara remarked. She decided to just get to the point. "Dad and Vanessa left last night and I don't know if they're coming back. Dad wouldn't say much, but I think they might be in serious trouble." When Cassandra didn't react she asked, "Did you hear me?"
"I've got to go to the bar," Cassie said absently. As she started to stand up, she lost her balance again and collapsed onto the bed.
"Just stay in bed," Zara ordered as Cassandra tried to get up again. This wasn't normal, even for Cassie. "We'll stop by the bar later, but first I'm taking you to the doctor."
"I'm so glad you stopped by to see me, Lucy," Dr. Wilton greeted Lucy as he invited her into his office. "Have a seat." As Lucy sat down he took a seat behind his desk. "So how is the internship going?"
"Fine," Lucy replied. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What about it?"
"I love working here, but I think this job is getting to be more than I can handle, time-wise that is."
"Health care is a time consuming profession."
"I know, and I've been trying to cut back on other things so I can devote more energy to work, but it's still not enough. Right now I'm focusing on just work and school and I'm still exhausted all the time. I'm not going to give up, but I was wondering if it's possible to work fewer hours."
"Of course," Edward agreed. "I'll see if we can work something out. You've done a great job here and we'd hate to lose you."
"Thank you," Lucy said as she stood to leave.
"But Lucy," Edward called after her. "I want you to schedule an appointment for a complete physical, either with me or your regular doctor."
"I'm fine," Lucy insisted. "It's just stress, I think."
"It could be," Edward agreed. "But in case it's not, don't take the risk."
After Lucy left his office, Edward went to the examining room to meet with his next appointment.
Glancing at his patient's chart as he took a seat he said, "Hello, Cassandra. How are you doing today?"
"Ok," Cassie shrugged.
"Well, then, what did you need to see me about?" he asked giving her his full attention.
"It's nothing really. Just another dizzy spell."
"I see," Dr. Wilton remarked as he made a note. "How often have you had these dizzy spells since you were in the hospital?"
"Twice. Once at my friend's engagement party a few weeks ago and then this morning."
He asked her a few more questions, before coming to a conclusion. "I'm going to order some tests for you. One is a routine blood test. The other is an MRI. I want to make sure you didn't suffer any head trauma from when you fainted and hit your head."
Dr. Wilton walked Cassandra to the reception area where they set up an appointment for her tests to be run.
"I really think you're wasting your time. There's nothing wrong with me."
"I hope not, but I want to make sure."
"I know," Cassandra nodded, "It's just that I'm sure it's not physical. I think it's more mental."
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
As Cassandra started to speak, her sister came over and gave her a warning look, but Cassie continued, "I didn't want to say anything, but I'm psychic."
Edward stared at her doubtfully, unsure what to say.
"I only get these dizzy spells when I have a premonition. I've been seeing another doctor about them," Cassandra said in a low voice, "a psychiatrist."
Edward got out his pen and paper to take a note. "What's your psychiatrist's name?"
"Dr. Townsend."
"Veronica Townsend?" When Cassandra nodded, Edward put away his notepad without jotting down the name. "I'll give her a call. I'd like to confer with her."
Back at the bar, Reese and Blaine had searched the office from top to bottom trying to find a way out and had come up empty handed. As Reese had suspected, the office had a phone jack in the wall, but oddly enough there was no phone to plug into it.
"I still don't understand why he drugged us and locked us up in here," Reese said, trying to hide her fear. "Why wouldn't he want his wife to get her inheritance?"
"I don't know. It's got to be something else. He must be hiding something. Something big."
Reese frowned, she hated to think what it could be and what he might be planning to do with them. She felt so stupid for falling into this trap. She should have listened to Quentin and handed this case over to the professional investigators.
Reese sighed, "Blaine, I'm sorry I got you into this."
"What? You don't need to apologize. You didn't get me into this. I'm here because I wanted to do this."
"Not as much as I did. I took this assignment way too personally," she said as she turned away from him with her head down. "I almost forgot that it was someone else we were looking for and not me."
Blaine was confused, "What do you mean?"
"I've been looking for my parents," she slowly admitted. "They died when I was just a baby and I was raised in an orphanage, the one that we visited. I don't know who they are or where they came from. I don't even know what their name was. The people at the orphanage named me. When this case came up, I wanted to find Mrs. May's long lost daughter for all the wrong reasons. I guess I thought it might make me feel better about myself if I could help someone else find their roots."
Blaine touched Reese's shoulder, "That doesn't sound like the wrong reason to me."
Reese blinked, trying not to cry. "Now look at the trouble I've got us into."
"Hey, this isn't your fault," Blaine insisted. "And we're going to be fine."
Blaine barely finished his sentence before they heard someone on the other side of the door. As they heard the door unlock, both Reese and Blaine were overcome by fear. They backed away from the door and Blaine stood in front of Reese protectively as they waited for what was going to happen next.
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