Thursday, May 30th, 2013 -- evening
The day had gone pretty normally at the office -- a couple of meetings, a few hours where Ben had to go and track some people down to talk to. Quite a few phone calls for Jackie (and Belle) to field. The end of the day was a little less standard, but not anything bad by any means -- Jackie taking the car to run some errands, and Ben going to meet a client, last minute, at a coffee house several blocks away. He doesn't mind the walk, really -- figures he can sneak in a cigarette without Jackie harping on him -- so instead of Jackie dropping him off (and it would be out of the way for her besides), he goes on foot. It's maybe a half an hour later when her phone goes off -- curious, because he should be in the middle of his meeting by then.
Since her truck had gotten plunged into the waters of the docks Ben and Jackie had been splitting their time with his beater of a car. She was still too uncomfortable to walk on her own, especially when she wasn't sure she was going to get home before dark, and Ben had thankfully obliged her time and time again to take the car while he either got dropped off or walked somewhere. It wasn't that long ago when Jackie preferred walking everywhere as well so there was no fuss from her about it, she just didn't have it in her these days. She had dropped Belle off at home with Adam before she was heading towards the market. Jackie didn't even get a chance to get out of the car for her first stop when the phone went off. Puzzled she answered with a sigh, trying out some of that wife intuition she hoped she had developing. "Hello, sweetheart. Was the client a bust?"
In a way, her intuition was right. "Need to come get me. Now." And if the way his voice was lower, rougher, wasn't enough of a giveaway, "You owe me," should be more than enough. Even for Sam, though, he doesn't sound right, thicktongued and voice tight, breathing heavy, a touch of a wheeze on the inhales. "Seventeenth and Parsons. Now." And the call ends, and nobody picks up if she calls back.
Her playful air instantly vanished when she was given a demand rather than a greeting. It was so uncharacteristic of Ben and with the next statement, you owe me, she figured out why. "Sam, what's goin' on?" The idea of Sam demanding a favor of Jackie, stooping so low as she was positive he viewed the situation, it had to mean something was horribly wrong. No explanation, only crossroads. She didn't hesitate to fumble with the keys to turn the car back on, bringing the engine roaring to life so she could haul tail out of the market. Stupidly, while she was emotional and driving she attempted to call back time and time again but no one ever answered. She finally gave up with a shriek of irritation confined within the beater and tossed the phone into the passenger seat.
It wasn't long before Jackie arrived at the corner that Sam had told her to go to. Now. She brought the car to a quick halt in a horrible park job too far from the curb and angled, but she couldn't be bothered. The keys were ripped out of the ignition and she got out of the car, marching to stand beneath the signs that read Seventeenth and Parsons. Her stomach dropped when there was nothing, no one, there. Had she misunderstood? Did she hear him wrong? What was happening? More importantly, where was Ben? "Sam!" Panic swelled in that one word. "Ben!?"
Right at the corner, there really was nothing and no one there. It was a lot like the rest of that area of town -- apartment buildings, sometimes with small businesses there on the ground floor, but the ones right there seemed to be closed. There's no response at first (at least not one that she can hear), but eventually he's able to call her name loud enough to actually be heard outside the alley that he'd been dragged into, between the building on the corner and the one next to it. It's her name, too, not 'over here' or something less personal, so maybe she was lucky and wouldn't have to deal with Sam at that point.
Her luck ends there, though, unless she considers Ben still being conscious a stroke of luck, because when she heads into the alleyway, she'll find him not far from the mouth of it, slumped against the brick wall of one building, seated on the ground. It's dark, but not so much that the blood wasn't visible on his face, his hands, his shirt, his hair. His nose was obviously broken, both eyes already blackening. When he sees her, though, he puts up one hand toward her, like he's trying to get her to keep her distance? Or maybe it's just to reassure her that he's conscious. "I'm okay, I'm okay," even though nothing could be further from the truth. Hard to breathe, hard to talk, and he can't keep pain out of his voice.
It doesn't matter if it's only seconds ticking by because they feel like forever engulfed in the ever growing silence and the quickly approaching twilight. Jackie uselessly paces just beneath the sign trying to straighten her thoughts out enough to figure out what to do from here, but it all comes to a screeching halt when she heard her name called. She moves so fast and unevenly in the direction of the alley that her ankle threatens to roll under her but she manages to catch herself with a grunt and continue onward. "Ben." There was relief in her tone just to hear him, but in the back of her head she already knew nothing about this was right.
When Jackie finally found Ben her hand covered her mouth and the involuntary gasp that escaped her. The lift of his hand might have made her pause in place at first, but it didn't last long and quick steps brought her closer to him so she could sink down and kneel in front of him. "Ben? Baby? What in the hell happened to you? You're not okay." Did she honestly have to tell him that? Hands reached out like she might touch him but she stopped short, unsure if all she was going to do was hurt him more.
He's kind of shaking his head a little once she asks him what happened, like he's dazed, or maybe in disbelief. Not looking her in the face, though his eyes are on her, as unfocused as he is. "Got jumped," as if he had to tell her that. "That guy that attacked you. Brought friends. But I don't..." Shaking his head again, a little quicker, the motion smaller. "Missing some." He smiles, but it's tight, and it's mostly a wince. "How'd you find me?" Tries to get to his feet then, but even while pushing back against the wall for support, it's too much, and he just sits back down, choking back a pained noise (mostly), wheezing out a frustrated sort-of sigh. "We need to go. In case they come back."
It's bad enough when Ben confirms that he got jumped. It's the additional information, the fact that it was by Lonnie and a group of his buddies, that's what suddenly makes it feel like ice is forming along Jackie's spine and she's unable to catch her breath despite a few tries. It's hard to tell how long she would have stayed frozen like that if it wasn't for him asking her that question, making her think about it and give him a fleeting half smile in return to reassure him more than anything. "Sam called me. He's becomin' more helpful by the day." It reminded her that her cellphone was still in the passenger side of the car. "We need to report Lonnie and them a**holes. An' I need to get you to the hospital." She was moving from a kneeling position to a crouch, all too aware that she needed to be careful while helping him but she couldn't very well do nothing. "C'mon, I can call in the car on the way." And she was already attempting to slide herself beneath his arm. "I got you. It'll be okay." Would it? The amount of blood was shocking and even more worrisome were the injuries that Jackie couldn't see in the dark of the alley. Still, she had to say something positive for him. "It'll be alright." Maybe it was for herself as well.
"Guess he's got some sense," trying to sound amused, trying to joke, but it falls flat. He's shaking his head when she moves to help him up, even telling her, "No, no," but it's not about getting him to his feet, because with her to lean on, he's able to stand. "Jesus," quiet, and he's uselessly, automatic, wiping one hand across his mouth, under his nose. Still bleeding, and there's too much slick red on his hands to clean him up anyway. "You can't call anybody. If the Watch gets involved, I'm f*cked. Sam started this," cuts off a little suddenly with a sharp inhale, a harsh curse under his breath, because he'd tried taking a step then, and his ankle did not feel great. Choosing to lean against the wall instead of putting so much weight on her for the moment he takes to recover from that, "Sam started it, and even though he'd grabbed you, it was too much. Sam went overboard. And I don't know how they work here, if that's gonna get me in trouble or what." A slow, careful inhale, one he can't help grimacing during, and then he starts toward the mouth of the alley with her, leaning heavily on her, obviously limping. "No hospitals. I can deal with this."
"Don't let him hear you say that or his ego is gonna be even bigger than it already is." She was trying just as hard as he was, attempting to crack a small joke even if it made her feel uncomfortable. Briefly she thinks he is denying her help but with his weight put on her she realizes that's not the case and she rises to stand along with him, her arm slung around his torso. He says she can't tell anyone and she gives off a sound of protest but his continued explanation cuts it short. That and her bracing herself to take even more of his weight once he pushed off the wall since it seemed his ankle wasn't in any position to do it. "So Lonnie is just goin' to keep runnin' free." A statement, not a question. Upset, disappointed, worried, angry. It was all rolled onto one overwhelming mash of emotions that she was having an even more difficult time than usual keeping in check. Part of her was a little thankful, too. Obviously that Ben, despite being battered and broken, was alive and well enough to hobble off the scene. But she was also unable to ignore that she wasn't retching at the mess of blood that he was. It wouldn't have surprised her considering everything else she came in contact with lately made her sick to her stomach, but puking now wasn't going to help her Florence Nightingale routine.
Jackie kept pace with Ben, making sure to not rush him even if the idea of Lonnie and company returning did make her want to get them out of there as quickly as possible. "You can deal with this? Why? Your face is busted, your foot is busted, who knows if you got busted ribs. I know I played the part of nurse for y'back in the day, but..." She couldn't even finish the statement before understanding why he was so opposed. "They're goin' to interrogate the hell out of you tryin' to figure out what happened the moment you step foot in the damn door." A few mumbled curses dropped beneath her breath while she moved him to the passenger side of the car and hauled the door open for him.
The day had gone pretty normally at the office -- a couple of meetings, a few hours where Ben had to go and track some people down to talk to. Quite a few phone calls for Jackie (and Belle) to field. The end of the day was a little less standard, but not anything bad by any means -- Jackie taking the car to run some errands, and Ben going to meet a client, last minute, at a coffee house several blocks away. He doesn't mind the walk, really -- figures he can sneak in a cigarette without Jackie harping on him -- so instead of Jackie dropping him off (and it would be out of the way for her besides), he goes on foot. It's maybe a half an hour later when her phone goes off -- curious, because he should be in the middle of his meeting by then.
Since her truck had gotten plunged into the waters of the docks Ben and Jackie had been splitting their time with his beater of a car. She was still too uncomfortable to walk on her own, especially when she wasn't sure she was going to get home before dark, and Ben had thankfully obliged her time and time again to take the car while he either got dropped off or walked somewhere. It wasn't that long ago when Jackie preferred walking everywhere as well so there was no fuss from her about it, she just didn't have it in her these days. She had dropped Belle off at home with Adam before she was heading towards the market. Jackie didn't even get a chance to get out of the car for her first stop when the phone went off. Puzzled she answered with a sigh, trying out some of that wife intuition she hoped she had developing. "Hello, sweetheart. Was the client a bust?"
In a way, her intuition was right. "Need to come get me. Now." And if the way his voice was lower, rougher, wasn't enough of a giveaway, "You owe me," should be more than enough. Even for Sam, though, he doesn't sound right, thicktongued and voice tight, breathing heavy, a touch of a wheeze on the inhales. "Seventeenth and Parsons. Now." And the call ends, and nobody picks up if she calls back.
Her playful air instantly vanished when she was given a demand rather than a greeting. It was so uncharacteristic of Ben and with the next statement, you owe me, she figured out why. "Sam, what's goin' on?" The idea of Sam demanding a favor of Jackie, stooping so low as she was positive he viewed the situation, it had to mean something was horribly wrong. No explanation, only crossroads. She didn't hesitate to fumble with the keys to turn the car back on, bringing the engine roaring to life so she could haul tail out of the market. Stupidly, while she was emotional and driving she attempted to call back time and time again but no one ever answered. She finally gave up with a shriek of irritation confined within the beater and tossed the phone into the passenger seat.
It wasn't long before Jackie arrived at the corner that Sam had told her to go to. Now. She brought the car to a quick halt in a horrible park job too far from the curb and angled, but she couldn't be bothered. The keys were ripped out of the ignition and she got out of the car, marching to stand beneath the signs that read Seventeenth and Parsons. Her stomach dropped when there was nothing, no one, there. Had she misunderstood? Did she hear him wrong? What was happening? More importantly, where was Ben? "Sam!" Panic swelled in that one word. "Ben!?"
Right at the corner, there really was nothing and no one there. It was a lot like the rest of that area of town -- apartment buildings, sometimes with small businesses there on the ground floor, but the ones right there seemed to be closed. There's no response at first (at least not one that she can hear), but eventually he's able to call her name loud enough to actually be heard outside the alley that he'd been dragged into, between the building on the corner and the one next to it. It's her name, too, not 'over here' or something less personal, so maybe she was lucky and wouldn't have to deal with Sam at that point.
Her luck ends there, though, unless she considers Ben still being conscious a stroke of luck, because when she heads into the alleyway, she'll find him not far from the mouth of it, slumped against the brick wall of one building, seated on the ground. It's dark, but not so much that the blood wasn't visible on his face, his hands, his shirt, his hair. His nose was obviously broken, both eyes already blackening. When he sees her, though, he puts up one hand toward her, like he's trying to get her to keep her distance? Or maybe it's just to reassure her that he's conscious. "I'm okay, I'm okay," even though nothing could be further from the truth. Hard to breathe, hard to talk, and he can't keep pain out of his voice.
It doesn't matter if it's only seconds ticking by because they feel like forever engulfed in the ever growing silence and the quickly approaching twilight. Jackie uselessly paces just beneath the sign trying to straighten her thoughts out enough to figure out what to do from here, but it all comes to a screeching halt when she heard her name called. She moves so fast and unevenly in the direction of the alley that her ankle threatens to roll under her but she manages to catch herself with a grunt and continue onward. "Ben." There was relief in her tone just to hear him, but in the back of her head she already knew nothing about this was right.
When Jackie finally found Ben her hand covered her mouth and the involuntary gasp that escaped her. The lift of his hand might have made her pause in place at first, but it didn't last long and quick steps brought her closer to him so she could sink down and kneel in front of him. "Ben? Baby? What in the hell happened to you? You're not okay." Did she honestly have to tell him that? Hands reached out like she might touch him but she stopped short, unsure if all she was going to do was hurt him more.
He's kind of shaking his head a little once she asks him what happened, like he's dazed, or maybe in disbelief. Not looking her in the face, though his eyes are on her, as unfocused as he is. "Got jumped," as if he had to tell her that. "That guy that attacked you. Brought friends. But I don't..." Shaking his head again, a little quicker, the motion smaller. "Missing some." He smiles, but it's tight, and it's mostly a wince. "How'd you find me?" Tries to get to his feet then, but even while pushing back against the wall for support, it's too much, and he just sits back down, choking back a pained noise (mostly), wheezing out a frustrated sort-of sigh. "We need to go. In case they come back."
It's bad enough when Ben confirms that he got jumped. It's the additional information, the fact that it was by Lonnie and a group of his buddies, that's what suddenly makes it feel like ice is forming along Jackie's spine and she's unable to catch her breath despite a few tries. It's hard to tell how long she would have stayed frozen like that if it wasn't for him asking her that question, making her think about it and give him a fleeting half smile in return to reassure him more than anything. "Sam called me. He's becomin' more helpful by the day." It reminded her that her cellphone was still in the passenger side of the car. "We need to report Lonnie and them a**holes. An' I need to get you to the hospital." She was moving from a kneeling position to a crouch, all too aware that she needed to be careful while helping him but she couldn't very well do nothing. "C'mon, I can call in the car on the way." And she was already attempting to slide herself beneath his arm. "I got you. It'll be okay." Would it? The amount of blood was shocking and even more worrisome were the injuries that Jackie couldn't see in the dark of the alley. Still, she had to say something positive for him. "It'll be alright." Maybe it was for herself as well.
"Guess he's got some sense," trying to sound amused, trying to joke, but it falls flat. He's shaking his head when she moves to help him up, even telling her, "No, no," but it's not about getting him to his feet, because with her to lean on, he's able to stand. "Jesus," quiet, and he's uselessly, automatic, wiping one hand across his mouth, under his nose. Still bleeding, and there's too much slick red on his hands to clean him up anyway. "You can't call anybody. If the Watch gets involved, I'm f*cked. Sam started this," cuts off a little suddenly with a sharp inhale, a harsh curse under his breath, because he'd tried taking a step then, and his ankle did not feel great. Choosing to lean against the wall instead of putting so much weight on her for the moment he takes to recover from that, "Sam started it, and even though he'd grabbed you, it was too much. Sam went overboard. And I don't know how they work here, if that's gonna get me in trouble or what." A slow, careful inhale, one he can't help grimacing during, and then he starts toward the mouth of the alley with her, leaning heavily on her, obviously limping. "No hospitals. I can deal with this."
"Don't let him hear you say that or his ego is gonna be even bigger than it already is." She was trying just as hard as he was, attempting to crack a small joke even if it made her feel uncomfortable. Briefly she thinks he is denying her help but with his weight put on her she realizes that's not the case and she rises to stand along with him, her arm slung around his torso. He says she can't tell anyone and she gives off a sound of protest but his continued explanation cuts it short. That and her bracing herself to take even more of his weight once he pushed off the wall since it seemed his ankle wasn't in any position to do it. "So Lonnie is just goin' to keep runnin' free." A statement, not a question. Upset, disappointed, worried, angry. It was all rolled onto one overwhelming mash of emotions that she was having an even more difficult time than usual keeping in check. Part of her was a little thankful, too. Obviously that Ben, despite being battered and broken, was alive and well enough to hobble off the scene. But she was also unable to ignore that she wasn't retching at the mess of blood that he was. It wouldn't have surprised her considering everything else she came in contact with lately made her sick to her stomach, but puking now wasn't going to help her Florence Nightingale routine.
Jackie kept pace with Ben, making sure to not rush him even if the idea of Lonnie and company returning did make her want to get them out of there as quickly as possible. "You can deal with this? Why? Your face is busted, your foot is busted, who knows if you got busted ribs. I know I played the part of nurse for y'back in the day, but..." She couldn't even finish the statement before understanding why he was so opposed. "They're goin' to interrogate the hell out of you tryin' to figure out what happened the moment you step foot in the damn door." A few mumbled curses dropped beneath her breath while she moved him to the passenger side of the car and hauled the door open for him.