Part 454: Jenny and Izzy
11:03 am
Jenny slowly opened her eyes. She felt a soft wet rag gently stroke her forehead. Her vision began to clear slowly and after the blurriness faded, a smiling woman was staring down at her. The woman looked to be in her mid forties, with light brown skin and jet black hair. She gently soaked the rag in the water and then continued to wipe her face. “Hello,” she whispered.
“Hello.” Jenny strained to say.
“I would ask how you are feeling but I can hazard to guess.”
“That . . .crazy witch . . .wouldn’t stop shocking me.” The cop groaned.
“Your muscles are probably rigid. It’ll take them awhile to get loose again.”
“How would you know that?” Jenny winced, “You . . you a nurse?”
“I guess you could say I have been promoted to one.” She smiled, “My husband was a doctor but he gave it up when he had to join the military. I’ve watched him work.”
Jenny raised on eyelid. “You . . .learned how to do medical stuff . . .by watching your husband?”
“Yes,” she smiled.
“You must have been bored out of your mind.”
“It’s not much else you can do while stranded on a semi-deserted Island.” The woman placed the rag in the water.
Jenny’s eyes then flung open. She then leaned up and grabbed the woman by the wrist. She paused, a little bit alarmed by her sudden movements. “Deserted Island?” the cop gasped, “Wait, who are you?”
“I’m sorry. You are right. I should have introduced myself.” The woman smiled, “My name is Isabella Pena but one day I hope to be Isabella Hume.”
“Isabella?” the blonde woman’s eyes started to water, “From . . .from the Shark Tank?”
This time it was Isabella who was taken back by the statements coming from her companion. “Wait . . .now who are you?” she asked.
The blonde cop slumped back onto her small cop, exhaling deeply. She covered her eyes, and whimpered slightly. Within seconds, she got control of herself. “Jenny Baker.” She whispered.
“Jenny . . . .” Isabella gasped when she recognized the name, “Jack’s Jenny? We . .we heard so much about you, when Jack, Desmond and I were having coffee.”
“Jack . .talked about me?” she smiled, removing her hand from her eyes.
“Of course. I loved his stories about picking you up from martial arts practice. And you famous joke about two escaped convicts.”
“He remembered that?” Jenny giggled, wiping her tears,” I’m definitely going to have to start calling him more.”
“Jenny . . .why are you here?” the Spanish woman asked, “Why do they want you?”
“They didn’t want me. They wanted Raven.”
“Raven? He . . .he made it to you.”
“Yes.” The cop leaned up.
“Then . .then he’ll rescue us?”
Jenny stared at the kind woman. A tear slowly escaped her left eye and ran down her cheek. The cop sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “No, I don’t think so.” She whimpered.
Jenny then began to fill in Isabella on everything that had happened this morning, not to mention the previous six years.
The two women sat together on the cot after they had told their stories. Jenny had filled in Isabella on what had happened in her life; everything from being reunited with Raven, to finding more Jaeger Units, and even becoming a homicide cop. Isabella had told her everything that had happened in the four months she was captured. She spoke of spending a weekend with Desmond in a secluded cabin under lock and key. The Spanish woman wiped her own tears every time she mentioned her son Sebastian who had been taken away from her. She had no idea where her son was nor her husband.
Isabella had mentioned she wished to be Isabella Hume, which was her husband Desmond’s last name. Jenny stared off into the wall when the Spanish woman had mentioned Desmond. It was a name she had heard before and from her past experiences; she never took anything for chance. Sometimes she wondered if coincidence even existed at all or if everything was fate? She massaged her sore arm and looked at Isabella again. “Isabella, can I ask you a question about your husband?” she asked.
“Of course.” She whispered.
“Did Desmond . . ever mention someone named Penelope?”
“Penelope Widmore?” the Spanish woman shook her head in agreement, “Of course he did. Has her father not pushed them away from each other, he might have become her husband instead of mine.”
“Really?” Jenny sighed, “Then . . it was his photo I saw in her office that day. I didn’t put two and two together till it was too late.”
“You were in Penelope’s office? WHEN?”
“A few years ago when I was solving a homicide that wound up being rogue Jaeger Units.” The officer sighed, “It led me right back to the Hanso Foundation, who run the Dharma Initiative. She runs the corporation now.”
“The Dharma . . .logo has been on the lab coats of all those doctors and scientists, asking me questions about my son. Are you saying . . .Penelope is behind all this?”
“Honestly? I don’t think so.”
“But, Jenny, how do you know she isn’t?”
“I trust my instincts.” Jenny moaned, massaging her arm, “ When I spoke with her, she gave me the impression that she was someone who had lost everything; her father and her future husband. She was trying to just hold on to what she had, which was this company. She didn’t strike me as a sadistic person, who would put us through this. You separated from your family, me tortured by that crazy Klugh woman.”
“But if she’s not behind this, then who is? That Ben guy?”
“Ben? Ben who?”
“Dr. Benjamin Linus.” Isabella whispered, “He’s got all the aspects of leadership qualities about him. However, I don’t know if he even knows Penelope Widmore.”
“If he works for Dharma, then we’ll have to assume he does. Now the question is, does Penelope know what is going on or not?”
“A good question Jenny. But how do we find out?”
The door then opened to their room. Three men then came in, including the one called Pickett. Isabella knew him because he was always in charge of migrating her and Desmond to various locations. The older stocky man smiled at them both, then his eyes fell on the blonde cop. “Time to go, officer.” He smirked.
“To where?” Jenny asked.
“Ms. Klugh has more questions for you.”
“NO!” Isabella jumped in front of her, protecting her, “She’s gone through enough! She doesn’t know anything else about Raven!”
Pickett slowly took another step toward Isabella. “Back off, Izzy.” The older man whispered, “You want any chance of seeing your son again, you won’t get in my way.”
“You took my boy away from me. I’m not letting you hurt this woman.” The Spanish woman hissed.
Then to Isabella’s surprise, Jenny pulled her back. The cop slid off the cot and held her head up. “No, Jenny, you don’t have to do this!” Isabella protested.
Jenny turned around and hugged her. Isabella embraced her and wept in her arms. The blonde cop knew why the Spanish woman was fighting so hard to keep her there. The poor woman had been removed from everything she had known; and Jenny was probably the first person’s she had to combat her loneliness in four months. The blonde cop then kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t cry, Isabella,” she whispered in her ear, “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”
The Spanish woman then slowly parted from her. Jenny then started to walk over to the men. One of them then took her by the arm. Within one fluid motion, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it down; breaking it. The man then fell behind, screaming in excruciating pain. Pickett then pulled out a taser but Jenny cut him off with a finger pointed in his direction. “I’ll go see Ms. Klugh,” she hissed, “But not a single one of you scumbags will lay a finger on me. EVER!”
Pickett raised an eyebrow and shook his head; motioning her forward. The other man helped up his friend, and escorted him out. Jenny kept her eyes on Isabella as the door was closed to her room; locking her back in her white bricked cell. The cop then turned and began to limp down the hallway with Pickett following her. The blonde woman was dreading the pain that Klugh was going to cause her in her attempt to find out more information about Raven.
And wondered how she was going to keep her promise to Isabella.
Jenny slowly opened her eyes. She felt a soft wet rag gently stroke her forehead. Her vision began to clear slowly and after the blurriness faded, a smiling woman was staring down at her. The woman looked to be in her mid forties, with light brown skin and jet black hair. She gently soaked the rag in the water and then continued to wipe her face. “Hello,” she whispered.
“Hello.” Jenny strained to say.
“I would ask how you are feeling but I can hazard to guess.”
“That . . .crazy witch . . .wouldn’t stop shocking me.” The cop groaned.
“Your muscles are probably rigid. It’ll take them awhile to get loose again.”
“How would you know that?” Jenny winced, “You . . you a nurse?”
“I guess you could say I have been promoted to one.” She smiled, “My husband was a doctor but he gave it up when he had to join the military. I’ve watched him work.”
Jenny raised on eyelid. “You . . .learned how to do medical stuff . . .by watching your husband?”
“Yes,” she smiled.
“You must have been bored out of your mind.”
“It’s not much else you can do while stranded on a semi-deserted Island.” The woman placed the rag in the water.
Jenny’s eyes then flung open. She then leaned up and grabbed the woman by the wrist. She paused, a little bit alarmed by her sudden movements. “Deserted Island?” the cop gasped, “Wait, who are you?”
“I’m sorry. You are right. I should have introduced myself.” The woman smiled, “My name is Isabella Pena but one day I hope to be Isabella Hume.”
“Isabella?” the blonde woman’s eyes started to water, “From . . .from the Shark Tank?”
This time it was Isabella who was taken back by the statements coming from her companion. “Wait . . .now who are you?” she asked.
The blonde cop slumped back onto her small cop, exhaling deeply. She covered her eyes, and whimpered slightly. Within seconds, she got control of herself. “Jenny Baker.” She whispered.
“Jenny . . . .” Isabella gasped when she recognized the name, “Jack’s Jenny? We . .we heard so much about you, when Jack, Desmond and I were having coffee.”
“Jack . .talked about me?” she smiled, removing her hand from her eyes.
“Of course. I loved his stories about picking you up from martial arts practice. And you famous joke about two escaped convicts.”
“He remembered that?” Jenny giggled, wiping her tears,” I’m definitely going to have to start calling him more.”
“Jenny . . .why are you here?” the Spanish woman asked, “Why do they want you?”
“They didn’t want me. They wanted Raven.”
“Raven? He . . .he made it to you.”
“Yes.” The cop leaned up.
“Then . .then he’ll rescue us?”
Jenny stared at the kind woman. A tear slowly escaped her left eye and ran down her cheek. The cop sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “No, I don’t think so.” She whimpered.
Jenny then began to fill in Isabella on everything that had happened this morning, not to mention the previous six years.
The two women sat together on the cot after they had told their stories. Jenny had filled in Isabella on what had happened in her life; everything from being reunited with Raven, to finding more Jaeger Units, and even becoming a homicide cop. Isabella had told her everything that had happened in the four months she was captured. She spoke of spending a weekend with Desmond in a secluded cabin under lock and key. The Spanish woman wiped her own tears every time she mentioned her son Sebastian who had been taken away from her. She had no idea where her son was nor her husband.
Isabella had mentioned she wished to be Isabella Hume, which was her husband Desmond’s last name. Jenny stared off into the wall when the Spanish woman had mentioned Desmond. It was a name she had heard before and from her past experiences; she never took anything for chance. Sometimes she wondered if coincidence even existed at all or if everything was fate? She massaged her sore arm and looked at Isabella again. “Isabella, can I ask you a question about your husband?” she asked.
“Of course.” She whispered.
“Did Desmond . . ever mention someone named Penelope?”
“Penelope Widmore?” the Spanish woman shook her head in agreement, “Of course he did. Has her father not pushed them away from each other, he might have become her husband instead of mine.”
“Really?” Jenny sighed, “Then . . it was his photo I saw in her office that day. I didn’t put two and two together till it was too late.”
“You were in Penelope’s office? WHEN?”
“A few years ago when I was solving a homicide that wound up being rogue Jaeger Units.” The officer sighed, “It led me right back to the Hanso Foundation, who run the Dharma Initiative. She runs the corporation now.”
“The Dharma . . .logo has been on the lab coats of all those doctors and scientists, asking me questions about my son. Are you saying . . .Penelope is behind all this?”
“Honestly? I don’t think so.”
“But, Jenny, how do you know she isn’t?”
“I trust my instincts.” Jenny moaned, massaging her arm, “ When I spoke with her, she gave me the impression that she was someone who had lost everything; her father and her future husband. She was trying to just hold on to what she had, which was this company. She didn’t strike me as a sadistic person, who would put us through this. You separated from your family, me tortured by that crazy Klugh woman.”
“But if she’s not behind this, then who is? That Ben guy?”
“Ben? Ben who?”
“Dr. Benjamin Linus.” Isabella whispered, “He’s got all the aspects of leadership qualities about him. However, I don’t know if he even knows Penelope Widmore.”
“If he works for Dharma, then we’ll have to assume he does. Now the question is, does Penelope know what is going on or not?”
“A good question Jenny. But how do we find out?”
The door then opened to their room. Three men then came in, including the one called Pickett. Isabella knew him because he was always in charge of migrating her and Desmond to various locations. The older stocky man smiled at them both, then his eyes fell on the blonde cop. “Time to go, officer.” He smirked.
“To where?” Jenny asked.
“Ms. Klugh has more questions for you.”
“NO!” Isabella jumped in front of her, protecting her, “She’s gone through enough! She doesn’t know anything else about Raven!”
Pickett slowly took another step toward Isabella. “Back off, Izzy.” The older man whispered, “You want any chance of seeing your son again, you won’t get in my way.”
“You took my boy away from me. I’m not letting you hurt this woman.” The Spanish woman hissed.
Then to Isabella’s surprise, Jenny pulled her back. The cop slid off the cot and held her head up. “No, Jenny, you don’t have to do this!” Isabella protested.
Jenny turned around and hugged her. Isabella embraced her and wept in her arms. The blonde cop knew why the Spanish woman was fighting so hard to keep her there. The poor woman had been removed from everything she had known; and Jenny was probably the first person’s she had to combat her loneliness in four months. The blonde cop then kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t cry, Isabella,” she whispered in her ear, “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”
The Spanish woman then slowly parted from her. Jenny then started to walk over to the men. One of them then took her by the arm. Within one fluid motion, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it down; breaking it. The man then fell behind, screaming in excruciating pain. Pickett then pulled out a taser but Jenny cut him off with a finger pointed in his direction. “I’ll go see Ms. Klugh,” she hissed, “But not a single one of you scumbags will lay a finger on me. EVER!”
Pickett raised an eyebrow and shook his head; motioning her forward. The other man helped up his friend, and escorted him out. Jenny kept her eyes on Isabella as the door was closed to her room; locking her back in her white bricked cell. The cop then turned and began to limp down the hallway with Pickett following her. The blonde woman was dreading the pain that Klugh was going to cause her in her attempt to find out more information about Raven.
And wondered how she was going to keep her promise to Isabella.
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