Jonathon Martel
Jonathon had not been able to get the fear out of his heart and found that he kept on zoning out during his work. He had no reason to rush back to the station to see Ollie and would probably look stupid if he had. For now he had to concentrate on his work, in case what Alexandra said was true. He still felt the growing concern in the pit of his belly- or maybe that was just hunger? Jonathon assumed it was a bit of both, although it was definitely the fear that made him feel sick.
The vibrating within his pocket alarmed him, the smartphone display screen showing him that it was Ollie calling. Perhaps he was concerned but Jonathon left the message telling him to call back only if something happened. The dread started to grow until he felt his fingers shake. He answered the phone, not bothering with a hello. He could tell by the labored breathing on the other side of the phone that something terrible had happened and in the instant Jonathon had never felt more afraid. His bones felt weak and his head spun with adrenaline, nothing could happen to Ollie.
""Jonathon... He was here. Oh God, he tried to kill me. Oh God. Oh God." Ollie words confirmed the dread that he was feeling and his world went black for a brief moment. Ollie was like the child he had never had, the one he had watched grow in the team and it hurt Jonathon to know that something like this had happened to him. Each gasp of breath on the phone brought a pang into his heart, something that Jonathon did not know could happen. He had never had children, he never know the heartbreak of knowing that someone he loved had been hurt and he could have been there to stop it.
"I'll be there as soon as I can son, we're on our way." The words came out rushed and blurred together as he hung the phone up. "Victor, Alexandra, Ollie's been shot, assumedly by The Nightmare. He hasn't described his situation to me but I can only assume the worse at the moment, although he can still speak. I want you to follow me back as I get the uniforms to finish this up, perhaps another team too. Now I want you at the most recent crime scene- Ollie's lab. Be careful though, I can only assume that anyone on this team is not safe." The words left his mouth in a stressed jumble once more as he quickly jogged out of the apartment, going to his car. He ignored the uniforms who tried to speak to him, his heart hammering as he tried to rush as quickly as he could.
Once in the car he put the lights on carelessly so no cop you pull his unmarked car over for speeding. He didn't even bother putting his window back down as he zoomed, going recklessly over the limit to get to Ollie. He quickly dialed 911, wanting to get an ambulance crew there as well as cops but the women on the phone had informed him that this had already been called in. He thanked the women on the other end of the phone as he hung up, feeling his heart race almost as quickly as he was driving.
He pulled into the driveway at the station and parked as closely to the door as he could, leaving the crooked car. He started the jog into the building, not even bothering to lock his car, and pulled his gun out. He wished Ollie had described the man to him in case he was still lingering around but understood the stress he was under at the moment. Jonathon was still careful though, the last thing he needed was to end up dead, it would not help the case out at all.
As he rounded the corner and saw Ollie's lab, he saw Roxanne over Ollie, speaking to him. Jonathon felt pride in the girl, suspecting that she was the one who had a clear enough mind to call the ambulance. As he neared he also noticed that she had made a compress out of her jacket to help contain the bleeding as well as hopefully slow it down. He was glad it was Roxanne who had found him and not someone else. He was sure she had been able to keep a clear head as well as help Ollie calm down from the situation he had been in. He finally knew that his suspicions had been right, The Nightmare would now be targeting members from his team. This gave him a sense of dread as well as determination, he would find the person who had been killing his team members, even if it was the last thing he would do. Jonathon did not want Ollie to end up as another photo in his wallet, or anyone else from his team for that matter. He would simply not allow this person to hurt them.
"Ollie, Roxanne, are you okay?" He asked as he entered the room, wiping the sweat off of his brow. He knew it was a dumb question to ask, obviously the two were not alright but his mind was jumbled at the moment and conversation had never been his strong point. Although it was comforting to realize that Ollie only had a flesh wound, had it hit a serious artery there would have been much more blood. This led Jonathon to believe that it had not gone through his arm as well, so the boy would hopefully not loose feeling in it or the actual arm itself.
"I'm glad to see you've taken care of him, you've done a good job Roxanne. And don't worry Ollie, I will not allow for something like this to happen again. We'll find The Nightmare- don't-" His words got cut off as the ambulance crew entered the room, carrying a stretcher with them. The placed in on the floor and Jonathon got out of the way as the started to speak to Ollie. It was odd to realize that he would have to question Ollie about the specifics of the case, but that would be done later. For now all Jonathon could feel was anger in his heart at the person who dared thought he could hurt his team. But this anger was a cold anger, the type that Jonathon could keep in his heart and use it to drive himself to catch The Nightmare. And when The Nightmare was caught- in which there was no doubt that he wouldn't in his mind- Jonathon would put all he had into making sure that this twisted prick spent the rest of their life in the darkest, most mistreated, part of the world. And he would make sure that this fucker got the worse care the prisons could give.