((My internet seems to be working, but now my chicken is sick. >.<))
The officer nodded, then handed her over to the paramedics. "They've got it. Don't worry."
The radio on his hip crackled and Wiley's voice came through. "Tony, where are you right now?"
He pulled the radio off its clip and answered. "With Mrs. Ashford."
Celia whompered. "Did he find Jack?"
(I'm sorry to hear about your chicken...)
Tony gave her a shrug as he listened to the radio.
"I need to know something from the case file." Wiley answered after a short pause, an odd note in his voice. "It's in your cruiser, could you check?"
Tony shot a glance at Celia, his face a mask. "Sure, just gimme a sec." Leaving Celia being tended to by the paramedics, he turned to go to one of the police cars.
Celia whimpered and hid her face, starting to cry again. She sobbed heavily and shook violently.
((She's okay now. :) ))
One of the paramedics draped a bright orange blanket around her shoulders and took her pulse. Another woman handed her a styrofoam cup of hot tea. "You're okay, sweetie." She soothed, rubbing her back.
Tony didn't come back from the police car. Roughly five minutes later, another police cruiser pulled up and Wiley emerged from the driver's seat. he made a beeline for Celia, concern on hif face. "Did they hurt you?" He asked her, looking her over, checking for bruises and broken bones.
Celia cried and threw her arms around him. "Wiley! Oh my god did you find Jack?"
Wiley rubbed her back comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Celia. No one was there. We found...signs of them, but they're gone."
He took a step back, hands on her shoulders, and looked her in the eye. "I need to know exactly what happened. Everything." The sooner they found them, the greater the chances that Jack would survive. He had seen the smears and puddles of blood on the floor, and it didn't look good.
Celia had a look of horror in her eyes but she complied, telling him everything that had happened. She got quieter and quieter until she seemed to dissolve into tears. "It's all my fault Don..."
Wiley shook his head. "No. Jack's job got him into this mess, not you. We only thought they were after you. They must have been using you to get him to come home. It never had anything to do with you.
"They won't kill him, Celia. They're looking for someone, and it sounds like he's their only lead. We have time to find them. You said Russia, right? That's our lead."
Celia nodded silently, eyes cast down. She looked crushed and scared...broken. She was going to lose Jack again and whatever Don said, it was all her fault.
"You said they mentioned a boat?" Wiley asked, thinking out loud. "I need a description of them. All three."
Ana sobbed, giving him description. "Can...can I go home...?"
Wiley nodded. "I'll take you. Just a second." He pulled the radio from his belt and efficiently gave other officers information. "We'll check all the docks for ships leaving for Russia."
Celia curled up, crying and shaking.
Wiley wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her firmly. "Celia, you've got to keep it together. Jack needs you to be strong right now, so you can help us find him. Trevor needs you to be strong."
Celia sobbed. "I'm not strong... Jack could be dead and it's all my fault."
"Jack isn't dead." Wiley said, conviction in his voice. "Now that you've escaped, he's all they've got. If they want to find this woman, they'll keep him alive."
Ce;oa whimpered an d\\d cried into her hands, shaking uncontrollabely.
"Trevor's going to panic if he sees you like this." Wiley said, still holding her. "He'll be confused and start asking questions. This isn't something he should hear, not at his age."