Part 2

CATAGORIES: A, J&J HR, DBN HR

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Quest team, but I do own the other people. The
voices in my head told me to name them as such.

PERMISSION: Archivers: If you want it, take it. I mean, what and I gonna do with
it?

SUMMARY: Well, it's part two of my story. The last part. There is going to be a
sequal to this so, but I don't want another chapter in "Laying in the Flowers"
cause it won't mean anything after this. Sorry. But, your response is always
welcome.

NOTES: Well, i wrote the second part instead of doing my homework cause I didn't
want to do the stupid english paper
 

Laying in the Flowers ~ Part 2

The ride back to the hotel as silent. Jonny was trying to keep his eyes closed
tightly to prevent the falling of his tears.  Race couldn’t. The tears were
streaming down his cheeks. Dr. Quest gripped the steering wheel so tightly that
his knuckles were white. Hadji looked like he was frozen, an occasional tear
falling down his cheek. Bandit was laying on Jonny, knowing something was wrong.
Jonny felt cold. That’s the best way to explain what was wrong with him.

The arrival at the classy hotel wasn’t as exciting as it should’ve been. They
called for dinner, but didn’t eat. They went to their individual rooms. Jonny
stared at the ceiling, thinking. I should’ve told her sooner. I love her. She
was the most perfect human being that I ever met. But now she won’t ever know.
It’s all my fault. I should’ve told her. Why? Why didn’t I tell her? She looked
so beautiful amongst the flowers. Her hair and skin looked perfect. She was too
beautiful to have died. It can’t be true.
 

Estella entered her home and went into the drawing room. She looked around,
but found it vacant. Shrugging off the feeling of being alone she climbed the
stairs to the second floor and entered a large bedroom. She found a note on
the bed.

“I’m with Kevin. You know where we are.” It said.

“Ma’am?” said a voice from behind. She was dressed a maid with the black
dress and white apron.

“Nicole,” said Estella. “Draw my bath with raspberry bubble bath. Make it
very hot. Then make me a cup of tea.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Said the maid and then headed towards the lavishly decorated
bathroom.

Good, thought Estella. She needs to get away. Kevin will do her good.

If you left Estella’s room and headed up another flight of stairs you came to
four doors. Enter the one left and there was a red and gold decorated bedroom.
The heavy tapestry curtains were drawn making the room very dark. But there
was the outline of two bodies in the bed. A man and a woman.

The man you could see. He had long, curly black hair. His eyes a piercing
blue and his square jaw made his face alone attractive. His arms, though you
couldn’t tell, were very strong. His large powerful hands were placed on the
womans’ shoulders and back. He looked at the person in bed with him. He
gently caressed her back and shoulders. He stroked her long red hair and
kissed her head.

“I love you. You’ll always have me. I love you.” He whispered to the sleeping
figure and rested his head, entering the peaceful world of unconsciencness.
 

No part of the Quest Team slept that night. They all were patiently awaiting the
arrival of the newspaper the next morning. When it did arrive, they found that
there was nothing about the death, even in the obituaries.  Confused,
they agreed to go ask Estella herself. If one looked at the front page, there
was an notice about an announcement at Casa Rosada that morning at ten o’
clock that morning.

Arriving at the house, Race went up to the steps and opened the door, not
bothering to knock. Mayhew came out.

“What on earth do you think you men are doing?” he demanded.

“You let me see Estella now!” growled Race, with the others right behind him.

“She is dressing upstairs. She will be down shortly. If you’d like, you may
wait-“ started Mayhew, but Jonny tore up the stairs. But they went past the
second floor and ended up on the third floor. They looked to the room  where the
man and woman had been.  Race knocked on the door and there was no
response.

“Let me in Estella!” he screamed.

The bodies on the bed jerked to being awake. They looked confused and
disoriented.  The woman looked afraid. Her body shaking as she tried to remember
how to breathe.  The man grabbed his boxers and threw them on and grabbed a gun
from the desk.

“Let me in!” called the voice.

“RACE!” screamed Estella’s voice outside the door.  But it was too late. He
had already hit the door so hard that the lock had been broken and the door was
ajar.

“Where is Jessie?” asked Dr. Quest.

“Unavailable.” replied Estella quickly.

“Bull shit!” said Race and he finally looked over at his ex-wife. She looked
great, even though she was in a black funeral dress. “She’s dead, now what
happened?”

“Race, leave my home!” demanded Estella.

“Estella!” yelled Race. He grabbed her shoulder and pressed her up against
the wall.

“She’s in there.” Said Estella quietly.  Race looked at her in disbelief.

Jonny pushed the door open and looked in, but it was too dark. Race hit the
lights and there, on the bed, was the red head from the drawing room. Yet it was
Jessie.

Her hair was traveling down her shoulders. Her green eyes tired and red. Her
cheeks tearstained. And on her upper left arm was a tattoo of a wreathe of
dead roses. Her chest heaved as she breathed in and out. She had only the
blanket to cover her nakedness. She stood up while trying to cover her body, yet
no matter hard she tried, Jonny still saw her.

“Can I help you?” said the accented voice.

“We were so worried, Jessie.” said Jonny, all of them sighing in relief.

The man came out, now in a shirt and black pants. He was very handsome in the
light. His shoulder length hair was pulled back in a very messy ponytail. He
looked up, nervous. You could feel the tension raise in the air.

“Who are you?” said Race.  He looked back from the man to Jessie. Neither looked
ashamed nor guilty.

“My name is Kevin. Kevin Sundquist.” replied the man.

“Whoever you are, get out. You don’t belong here right now.” Said Race.

“I figured as much.” replied Kevin. He walked over to Jessie and grabbed her
in his arms and kissed her passionately, Race about ready to kill him.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“Come back tonight.” Said Jessie. At that moment, Jonny died of heartbreak.

“Don’t come back tonight. It is unneeded.” Said Dr. Quest.

“Don’t listen to them.” said Jessie as she rose and a maid came out with a
beautiful dress and put it on the chair then made the bed.

“Race, I think you need to leave. Jessie and I have to get ready.”

“I want answers.” Said Race.

“You’ll get them soon enough.” Said Jessie. She went into the bathroom
entered the bubble bath. The Quest team, so confused, walk in the bathroom
with her.

The bubbles covered her naked body and the maid came in and washed Jessie’s
hair. Estella finally was able to get them out of there.

“Jessie,” started Estella. “I am disappointed in you. You slept with Kevin?
How could you? Do you know the risks you were taking…”

“Mother, they are out of earshot” whispered Jessie.

“Oh, they are? Well, then, never mind.’’ Replied Estella.

“The papers didn’t announce it? How on earth did you manage that?” whispered
Jessie.

“Easy,” responded Estella. “I promised that they would get not only the pleasure
of announcing it, but chance to ask questions. You know we never indulged them
with that so I decided to use that to my advantage. Are you
sure you are up to it?”

Jessie stared in the mirror on the opposing wall. She looked at her self. She
looked sane, but that’s it. Her green eyes were dull, her face pale and thin.
She looked dead. Tears began streaming down her eyes. One right after another.

“I am dead,” said Jessie. “When she died, I died with her. Mother, let me die
also. It is my request of you. Please.”

“No, you can’t die. Everyone needs you. Kevin needs you.” Choaked Estella. Her
daughter. She wanted to die. To leave her all alone on this world. Estella
excused the maid and brushed her daughters hair. It was long, past her waist and
was easy to designed. There they sat, mother and child, crying bitter tears of
hell.
 

Jonny, Race, Dr. Quest, and Hadji waited in the parlor. When Estella and
Jessie waltzed down the stairs, everyone caught their hearts in their throats.
Both of them looked beautiful. They stared at the men and Jessie spoke.

“If you want answers, you come now.” She coughed. They followed her and Estella
into the limo and the driver took them to the Casa Rosada. They went through the
back and entered the balcony. The streets were filled with people of all ages.
They were patiently awaiting for the announcement.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the Rose of Argentina.” Said an old man. Jessie went to
the microphone and took a deep breath.

“My people, my life, my reason for living,” she started. “I have to make an
announcement. A devastating announcement. A week ago today, in the Rose Garden
Casa, my sister Monica and I sat. And out came a man, with a gun. He shot
Monica, and killed her instantly. My people, my sister is dead. There was a
funeral yesterday. Her grave is in a vault in the cemetary. My people, I am
sorry. I take it as my fault. But I need your help. You much help me find the
person who killed a part of your hearts. Find the murderer. Please. I have to
request yet something else besides your love, it would be to find the man who
killed her. Please. I beg this of you…”

She broke down. Jonny  never really saw her cry before, but she seemed to die.
Estella gathered her daughter in her arms and wept with her. Jonny looked over
the side of the balcony. People were bursting into tears. Whoever this person
was, she was well loved. Jessie, after five minutes of crying, regained a small
amount of composure and went back to the microphone.

“My people. I have lost my sister. But, we know that she loved flowers. And
that’s how she died. Laying in the flowers. I have nothing more to say. I am
sorry. I can’t continue.” Jessie collapsed. Race went to her side and picked her
up.

“Jessie?” he whispered. “Are you ok?”

But she didn’t respond. Estella motioned for him to come over and place her on
the couch inside.

“Race…”stared Estella. “This is Jessie. The girl you saw in the coffin. That was
Monica Nicoletta Velezque. Jessie’s twin sister. She was killed by an enemy of
your and that is all we know. I am sorry. I should’ve told you sooner, but the
girls decided not to tell you. Please forgive me. Please?”

Race stood there and looked at his daughter. Something was wrong with her. Not
just emotionally. But physically. He didn’t know what it was though. He just had
the feeling.
 

For the rest of the day, Estella waited on Jessie. Hadji, Dr. Quest, Race, and
Jonny visited with her when ever she was awake. When evening came around and
Kevin arrived, Jessie sent him away.  Estella told him that Jessie wasn’t
thinking clearly and come back later. After Kevin left, Jonny crept upstairs and
went into Jessie’s bedroom.

“Jessie?” asked Jonny. She looked a little better and was sitting up. She
motioned for him to sit on the bed.

“Yes, Jonny?” she yawned.

“Do you love Kevin?” he spoke timidly.

“Love him? I don’t think so.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?” gasped Jonny.

“Because,” she replied. “I wasn’t thinking properly. I felt as though I needed a
release and he was there. I know he loves me, but I don’t know if I love
him.”

“Jessie…. I love you.” Whispered Jonny.

Jessie looked up at him. His clear blue eyes.  His boyish smiles. Kevin may
be a man, she thought, but I want a boy. Kevin is too sure of himself. Jonny
looks so cute. And she took her lips and firmly pressed them against Jonny’s.
Jonny, startled, pulled back, but then returned the kiss.  He wrapped his
arms around her. Jessie pulled back. Something was wrong with his taste of
kiss.

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t stop.’’
 
Jessie grabbed some of the flowers from a vase next to her. The petals feel onto
her pillow.

“I don’t want to confuse you.” She whispered and fell back onto the pillows,
smelling the roses scent.

“Jessie..” said Jonny. He took his shoes and socks off. He crawled up  to her
face and kissed her. “You already confused me.”

Jessie looked at him. You could smell the alcohol. Dr. Quest probably let him
drink a little too much. Jessie grabbed the bottle of sherry next to her and
gave it to Jonny.

Dammit. She thought. I might as well. Then he won’t remember it.

Jonny sat there, not really sure what was going on, and saw only the flowers
surrounding Jessie. He kissed her and she kissed back. He decided that this
was going to be the best night of his life.

~~Ok, that’s the end people. Comments? Hate? I don’t care. Just remember this.
Jonny was drunk and Jessie is confused out of her mind, so let them have some
sex without getting caught, well at least, in the act. And if i want to make
Jessie a little slutty, i can. Live with it.~~~
 

~What hurts the most is when you miss someone so much and they are right beside
you~