Brooklyn...
The phone rang once, twice, three times before it was finally answered by a groggy-sounding male voice on the other end. "Yeah?" the voice asked, in sleepy anticipation of the reason for the call.
"Adam," the voice on the other end replied, "I need a favor."
"Who is this?" Adam asked, closing his eyes again, already knowing the answer to that question. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"What do you mean who is it' It's me. Who are you expecting" The President?" the other voice replied sarcastically.
As sleepy as Adam was, that response made him smile a little. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked, not too sure himself, blearily glancing at the time on his phone and groaning when he saw it read 5 a.m.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," the other voice explained hastily, brushing the question off as unimportant. "Listen, there's something I need you to do..."
"Thanks for sharing your insomnia with the rest of us," Adam remarked equally sarcastically, the sleeping figure beside him stirring, opening her eyes questioningly. Phone calls in the middle of the night were usually not a good thing. He leaned over and brushed a kiss against Gina's forehead. "Go back to sleep. It's just Rhys," he told her quietly, gently even.
"Everything all right?" she asked with a worried look.
"Yeah, everything's fine. He just needs a bedtime story or something," Adam explained quietly as he threw the covers off and rolled to his feet, shuffling out of the room and out of earshot of Gina.
"I don't need a bedtime story, jackass," Rhys retorted from across the ocean, though it sounded like he was right next door, an edge of irritation in his voice.
"I've got one for you anyway," Adam replied. "How about the one about waiting a few hours until the sun comes up to call here" Where are you anyway?"
"Sun's up here. Was that Gina?" Rhys asked, ignoring his friend's questions. "Are you two still....you know..."
"Yes, we are still you know," Adam replied, a little annoyed, wishing his friend would just get to the point before he woke up completely and couldn't fall back asleep. Just because it was daylight on the other side of the ocean didn't mean it was daylight in New York yet. "Rhys, what?s this about?"
"Oh, um, it's about my sister, sort of," Rhys said, sounding somewhat hesitant to admit the reason for his early morning phone call, knowing Adam well enough that he could guess the other man's reaction.
"Your sister?" Adam echoed, realizing this was going to take a little longer than he'd hoped. He shuffled toward the kitchen, thinking he might as well start a pot of coffee. Joey would be up in a few hours for school anyway, and Gina for work. "This isn't about Abaddon, is it?" he asked, tilting his head to balance the phone between his head and neck so he could get the coffee going. He was awake now, and he knew there'd be no more going back to sleep. "You don't really believe that crap he was spewing about your sister, do you?"
"I don't know," Rhys replied on the other end of the connection. Adam could hear the worry and doubt in his friend's voice and knew this was serious. "I mean, I don't remember much about that night." The night his parents had died, he meant - the night Abaddon had killed his mother while wearing his father for a meat suit.
"Well, you were just a kid," Adam reasoned, knowing Rhys had only been about nine years old or so at the time of his parents' deaths. "You probably blocked most of it from your memory," Adam explained, remembering his college psych classes. He knew people who'd been through traumatic experiences sometimes blocked those memories from their mind. It was the mind's way of protecting itself. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder was what the experts called it. If anyone had experienced any trauma in their lives, Adam knew it had been Rhys.
"No, it's not that," Rhys replied, discarding Adam's theory. "I've had therapy. I just....can't remember. It's like part of it was erased from my brain."
Adam heard the frustration in his friend's voice and sympathized. The car crash had taken Rhys' memory for a short while, but as far as Adam knew, Rhys' memory had since been restored, and Adam was fairly certain it wasn't the amnesia that was the problem. "That's one explanation," he admitted, knowing there were plenty of others. There was no denying that it had happened, but what exactly had taken place after Rhys had blacked out was another matter all together. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked, coming straight to the point.
"I want you to pull the coroner's report," Rhys replied bluntly.
Adam paused as he gave that a little thought. It wasn't the first time he'd used his position as an FBI Agent to help his friend investigate some supernatural occurrence or another. He'd looked over the police report before, and nothing he'd read had warranted him having to dig any deeper into his friend's past, but that was before Abaddon had planted the seed of doubt in Rhys' mind. "Haven't we been over this already?" he asked, seeing no point in re-opening an old wound that he thought was best left alone.
"I need to know what happened that night, Adam," Rhys explained. "I can't trust my memory or what was written in the papers." Nine year old shoots father dead... Rhys remembered the headlines, even if Adam didn't. It had quite possibly been the most terrifying night of his life and the worst nightmare he'd ever lived through.
"Okay," Adam agreed reluctantly, "but what are we looking for exactly?" he asked, rubbing a bleary eye as he took a lean against the counter and waited for the coffee to perk.
"I'm not sure, but we'll know it when we find it. I just need to know what happened to my mother and my sister."
Adam paused a moment as he seemed to follow his friend's thoughts, a sick feeling making his stomach lurch at the realization of it. Not even demons would go that far, would they' To steal an unborn child from its mother's womb, and if they had, why hadn't they heard about it before this" "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm not suggesting anything. Just covering my bases. If Abaddon was lying, fine. I'll drop it, I promise. I'll leave it be. I'll never mention it again."
"But if he wasn't..." Adam broke in, frowning at the possibility. If the demon hadn't been lying, then Rhys could very well have a sister alive and well somewhere, though that possibility posed another whole set of questions Adam didn't really want to consider just yet. He thought it was more than likely the demon had just been screwing with Rhys' head, but given the circumstances, he couldn't blame his friend for wanting to know for sure.
Adam sighed and shoved his fingers through his hair. "Okay," he agreed finally, knowing he really had no choice but to do what Rhys asked. It was the least he could do, after all, and it was better he did the digging than Rhys.
"Thanks, Adam. We're on our way to Glastonbury. I'll call you when we get there," Rhys replied, and without another word, the call was disconnected.
Adam stared at his phone a long time, deep in thought, long after the coffee was done brewing. It looked like he was going to be traveling to Iowa sometime soon.
Though he didn't know it yet, it would be a long time before Adam got another good night's sleep.
"Adam," the voice on the other end replied, "I need a favor."
"Who is this?" Adam asked, closing his eyes again, already knowing the answer to that question. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"What do you mean who is it' It's me. Who are you expecting" The President?" the other voice replied sarcastically.
As sleepy as Adam was, that response made him smile a little. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked, not too sure himself, blearily glancing at the time on his phone and groaning when he saw it read 5 a.m.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," the other voice explained hastily, brushing the question off as unimportant. "Listen, there's something I need you to do..."
"Thanks for sharing your insomnia with the rest of us," Adam remarked equally sarcastically, the sleeping figure beside him stirring, opening her eyes questioningly. Phone calls in the middle of the night were usually not a good thing. He leaned over and brushed a kiss against Gina's forehead. "Go back to sleep. It's just Rhys," he told her quietly, gently even.
"Everything all right?" she asked with a worried look.
"Yeah, everything's fine. He just needs a bedtime story or something," Adam explained quietly as he threw the covers off and rolled to his feet, shuffling out of the room and out of earshot of Gina.
"I don't need a bedtime story, jackass," Rhys retorted from across the ocean, though it sounded like he was right next door, an edge of irritation in his voice.
"I've got one for you anyway," Adam replied. "How about the one about waiting a few hours until the sun comes up to call here" Where are you anyway?"
"Sun's up here. Was that Gina?" Rhys asked, ignoring his friend's questions. "Are you two still....you know..."
"Yes, we are still you know," Adam replied, a little annoyed, wishing his friend would just get to the point before he woke up completely and couldn't fall back asleep. Just because it was daylight on the other side of the ocean didn't mean it was daylight in New York yet. "Rhys, what?s this about?"
"Oh, um, it's about my sister, sort of," Rhys said, sounding somewhat hesitant to admit the reason for his early morning phone call, knowing Adam well enough that he could guess the other man's reaction.
"Your sister?" Adam echoed, realizing this was going to take a little longer than he'd hoped. He shuffled toward the kitchen, thinking he might as well start a pot of coffee. Joey would be up in a few hours for school anyway, and Gina for work. "This isn't about Abaddon, is it?" he asked, tilting his head to balance the phone between his head and neck so he could get the coffee going. He was awake now, and he knew there'd be no more going back to sleep. "You don't really believe that crap he was spewing about your sister, do you?"
"I don't know," Rhys replied on the other end of the connection. Adam could hear the worry and doubt in his friend's voice and knew this was serious. "I mean, I don't remember much about that night." The night his parents had died, he meant - the night Abaddon had killed his mother while wearing his father for a meat suit.
"Well, you were just a kid," Adam reasoned, knowing Rhys had only been about nine years old or so at the time of his parents' deaths. "You probably blocked most of it from your memory," Adam explained, remembering his college psych classes. He knew people who'd been through traumatic experiences sometimes blocked those memories from their mind. It was the mind's way of protecting itself. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder was what the experts called it. If anyone had experienced any trauma in their lives, Adam knew it had been Rhys.
"No, it's not that," Rhys replied, discarding Adam's theory. "I've had therapy. I just....can't remember. It's like part of it was erased from my brain."
Adam heard the frustration in his friend's voice and sympathized. The car crash had taken Rhys' memory for a short while, but as far as Adam knew, Rhys' memory had since been restored, and Adam was fairly certain it wasn't the amnesia that was the problem. "That's one explanation," he admitted, knowing there were plenty of others. There was no denying that it had happened, but what exactly had taken place after Rhys had blacked out was another matter all together. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked, coming straight to the point.
"I want you to pull the coroner's report," Rhys replied bluntly.
Adam paused as he gave that a little thought. It wasn't the first time he'd used his position as an FBI Agent to help his friend investigate some supernatural occurrence or another. He'd looked over the police report before, and nothing he'd read had warranted him having to dig any deeper into his friend's past, but that was before Abaddon had planted the seed of doubt in Rhys' mind. "Haven't we been over this already?" he asked, seeing no point in re-opening an old wound that he thought was best left alone.
"I need to know what happened that night, Adam," Rhys explained. "I can't trust my memory or what was written in the papers." Nine year old shoots father dead... Rhys remembered the headlines, even if Adam didn't. It had quite possibly been the most terrifying night of his life and the worst nightmare he'd ever lived through.
"Okay," Adam agreed reluctantly, "but what are we looking for exactly?" he asked, rubbing a bleary eye as he took a lean against the counter and waited for the coffee to perk.
"I'm not sure, but we'll know it when we find it. I just need to know what happened to my mother and my sister."
Adam paused a moment as he seemed to follow his friend's thoughts, a sick feeling making his stomach lurch at the realization of it. Not even demons would go that far, would they' To steal an unborn child from its mother's womb, and if they had, why hadn't they heard about it before this" "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"I'm not suggesting anything. Just covering my bases. If Abaddon was lying, fine. I'll drop it, I promise. I'll leave it be. I'll never mention it again."
"But if he wasn't..." Adam broke in, frowning at the possibility. If the demon hadn't been lying, then Rhys could very well have a sister alive and well somewhere, though that possibility posed another whole set of questions Adam didn't really want to consider just yet. He thought it was more than likely the demon had just been screwing with Rhys' head, but given the circumstances, he couldn't blame his friend for wanting to know for sure.
Adam sighed and shoved his fingers through his hair. "Okay," he agreed finally, knowing he really had no choice but to do what Rhys asked. It was the least he could do, after all, and it was better he did the digging than Rhys.
"Thanks, Adam. We're on our way to Glastonbury. I'll call you when we get there," Rhys replied, and without another word, the call was disconnected.
Adam stared at his phone a long time, deep in thought, long after the coffee was done brewing. It looked like he was going to be traveling to Iowa sometime soon.
Though he didn't know it yet, it would be a long time before Adam got another good night's sleep.