Only Misty

Fighting to stay awake, Jason gives a little groan at Misty’s diagnosis. “I got Mike’s tomorrow night…and…a gig… on Friday.”

He winces as she wraps his knee, beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead from the pain. “ I shoulda…blown the whistle before…before fighting.” He takes a deep breath. “I just got so….so mad.”

Swallowing the pain killers, he eases back on his pillow, concentrating so he could block out the pain for Katie’s sake. Though successful, he feels something strange, and looks to Misty with a bit of annoyance on his face. Without thinking, he nods to the door. “Would you….please tell…tell Katie to either….come in here…or settle down?”


“No, I don’t know how he is yet.” Reese opens the door for Rick as they both enter TJY. “Carson’s not great, but he’s down at the station.”

Rick’s jaw was tight with tension, having received the news that Jason was hurt. He goes quickly to the infirmary, glances at Jason, then looks to Misty. “What’s the verdict?”

“And after you’re done telling him,” Reese interrupts, “Misty, I’m sorry, but they’ve got Carson down in a cell at the station and he’s not talking. But he keeps asking for you.”


Carson closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the concrete wall. In the lower level of the police station, it was cool and slightly damp, making him ache all the more. A medic had given him a once-over, but what he really wanted was a shot of whiskey and a smoke.

He hurt from head to toe, the most pain coming from the injured ribs that hadn’t had time to heal before tonight. Carson had known Jason was a good fighter, but experiencing it first hand tonight proved it. He hadn’t expected to have such a hard time, let alone lose. And now…everything was over.

He swipes the side of his face with his hand, withdrawing more blood. So much for the small bandage that had been put on. He needed stitches. Not to mention an ice pack would be pretty nice right about now on his shoulder. But he wouldn’t be given the luxury…he was a prisoner.

“You ready to talk?”

Carson looks out at an office and stares at him with ire. “I told you I wanted Misty Miller.” He keeps the desperation out of his voice. He needed her right now and needed her badly. She was the only one he would ask for help from.

The officer shakes his head and leaves again, giving up for the fifth time.


Bret wakes with a start as the music to the movie credits starts to play. He sits up straight on the couch and tries to get his bearings. He wasn't sure at what point he'd fallen asleep... Charlotte had stayed for supper...they'd talked...they'd put in a couple movies...and after that was a blank. "Sorry," he mumbles groggily. "I gave you great company tonight."