Fatal Desire, Teen Edition (15 page)

The couple laughed and danced their way
through the reception. Amid well wishers and a shower of confetti,
they climbed into a limousine and drove away. They were ready to
start their “happy ever after”.

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Deadly Desire

She was exquisite. Long black hair and light brown
eyes that reflected the light around her. He had to have her. He
would add her to his collection. She didn't know he was watching
her, but none of them had known he was watching.

This was the part he was good at. Picking out the
pretties to add to his list of beauties that died by his hand. He
enjoyed this. The watching, the waiting, the games they did not
even know they were playing.

Yes, she would die. Not tonight, he had to finish
playing with the one he already had. But when he was ready, he
would be back for the raven haired beauty.

Doctor Kristin Young walked into the exam
room.

"Hello, Johnny. How are you today," she asked
the five year old sitting on her table.

"Hi. I waust my first toof, Doctour Woung,"
Johnny replied in his lisping five year old voice.

"You did," Kristin asked putting just the
right amount of excitement into her voice.

"Uh huh," Johnny said nodding his head
vigorously.

"Well, let me see," replied Kristin.

She laughed as Johnny grinned at her, opened
his mouth, and pointed out his accomplishment.

"Wow, you did lose a tooth. Didn't you,"
asked Kristin. "So tell me what is going on with you today?"

Kristin listened as Johnny told her about his
adventures of playing cops and robbers with one of his friends at
the day care he attended while his mother worked. He had fallen off
of the monkey bars and had a nasty little cut on his forehead.
Kristin kept Johnny talking while she probed and cleaned the
cut.

"Did you get the bad guys," she asked
Johnny.

Kristin's patients loved her. She interacted
with each child as if they were her own and when they were in her
exam room, they were the most important person in the world. She
always talked with them about their symptoms, what they were
feeling, and gathered as much information from the child as she did
the parents, providing the child was old enough to talk to her.

Kristin, a pediatrician in the Atlanta area,
owned a small private practice not far from downtown. With her
natural love and devotion to children, it did not take long to
build a practice to just the size she wanted. She had gotten to the
stage where she could be as picky about what patients, or mothers,
she accepted, as the mothers were about choosing a
pediatrician.

Listening to Johnny's excited chatter about
the game he played with his friend made her smile. He was so into
his story and what he was telling her, he did not even realize she
had to put three stitches into the cut he received for his
adventure.

"My, you put all of them in jail," she
asked.

"Yep, all ov 'um. Me and Kyle make a gweat
team, huh doctour," asked Johnny.

"You do make a great team," Kristin replied
smiling at the little blond headed imp on her table. Johnny was one
of the first of Kristin's patients when she started her practice.
She knew the child and mother well. Johnny was forever getting into
scrapes. He was a rambunctious child. Kristin would be worried if
he wasn't. She often explained to his mother she would be more
concerned for the child if she didn't see the bumps and bruises
that told her he was an active, happy child.

Turning to the mother she said, "He should be
fine now. If he complains of a headache, and he should with that
nasty bump, just give him a little children's Tylenol or Motrin and
he should be just fine. I think he will live to seek out many more
adventures." Kristin winked at Johnny.

"Thanks, Doctor Young. I appreciate you
seeing us on such short notice. I just panicked seeing him bleeding
like that," Johnny's mother replied.

"No problem, Susie. That's what I'm here for.
Never worry about needing to call me," Kristin said as she grabbed
Johnny and swung him off her table.

"You know where the big boy sucker drawer is
right, Johnny," she asked, though she already knew the answer to
that question.

Johnny nodded and took off running across the
room. His mother laughed and shook her head. Kristin was still
smiling as she stepped out of the exam room and into the next to
see her next patient.

Kristin had a full schedule that day, which
always made her smile, but took a lot out of her by the end of the
day. She was about ready to call it quits for the day when her
receptionist reminded her about the new couple coming to interview
her to be their new pediatrician. Kristin sighed and put her white
lab coat back on. She knew most parents wanted a doctor that looked
professional and qualified and while she was certainly both, she
did not look like it.

Good genes handed down on both her mother and
father's side of the family had the thirty-three year old doctor
looking more like a twenty-one year old college student. Most of
the parents who interviewed her were shocked by her appearance.

Kristin had long, raven, black hair that
reached just past her shoulders and light brown eyes. Standing at
just five foot three, she was a little on the short side. She was
small and petite and looked as though she should be modeling rather
than giving shots and taking temperatures. But Kristin loved what
she did and it showed as she animatedly described her practice and
her beliefs.

Most of the people who came to see Kristin
were there because another patient's parents had highly recommended
her. It still did not take away from the shock of meeting her for
the first time and could be a turn off for some parents. Kristin
was fine with this. She knew what she was capable off and did not
need the judgment of others as she was treating their children. She
either had the parent's full trust or she recommended they try
another pediatrician.

Usually the high recommendations from her
patients' parents were enough to convince other parents to seek out
her services. Kristin doted on her patients and most parents enjoy
when others notice and praise their child's accomplishments. Her
love of children and her energetic personality combine to put
parents at ease when she is treating their child.

Kristin's patients ranged in age from new
born babies all the way up to eighteen years of age when she would
often recommend a general practice doctor for the young adult. She
had a few patients who have separation anxiety due to Down Syndrome
or some other mental disease and so she continued to see those
patients, but mostly her waiting room was full of babies and
toddlers.

Looking over the file her receptionist had
started on the new family, she remembered the new mother-to-be's
name from her work at the hospital when her new patient's were
born. No doubt that is where the mother had heard of her. Amber and
Derek Stevenson were expecting their first baby in three months and
the mother wanted her to be their pediatrician.

She read the information her receptionist had
gathered. Mary Stone had been with her since she started her
practice. She knew exactly what Kristin was looking for in a parent
and often discouraged those she knew where not a good fit. It saved
Kristin a lot of time and headache. Mary was more than just a
receptionist.

Mary and Kristin had been friends in high
school. Never dreaming the two would work together someday, they
went their separate ways during college always keeping touch. Mary
wanted to work in an office and Kristin wanted to be a doctor.
After finishing medical school and working for another doctor at
first, Kristin contacted Mary about opening her own office.

Mary jumped at the chance to work with
Kristin and help her build her practice. Refusing to do managerial
work, Mary preferred to interact with the parents and chose to stay
the receptionist although Kristin had complete faith in Mary's
ability to run her office. She knew Mary secretly did run the
office though Kimber, her office manager would never admit that out
loud.

Kristin loved her staff and was happy with
the work ethic of everyone she employed. She wasn't sure how she
had been lucky enough to have as great of a staff as she did, but
she contributed a lot of it to Mary.

Kristin looked up from the file she was
reading as Mary walked in. Her receptionist was the same age as she
but slightly taller at five foot five. She had beautiful auburn
hair which she usually kept clipped back out of her face. Her
lightly tanned skin and brilliant green eyes often draws stares
from the men who walk into their office, but Mary pays no
attention.

"The Stevenson's are here to see you," Mary
said.

"Thanks, Mary. You can send them in."

Although the girls were the best of friends,
they both knew how to act professional in the office and in front
of patients. Mary led the Stevenson's into the office and
introduced them to Kristin.

"Doctor Young, I'd like you to meet Derek and
Amber Stevenson," she said and then turned and left the room.

Kristin stood and shook hands with both Derek
and his wife recognizing Amber from the hospital where she worked
as a nurse. Amber sometimes filled in for sick or vacationing
nurses in the maternity ward and she and Kristen had worked
together a few times.

"It's nice to meet you, Derek. And it is good
to see you again, Amber," she said warmly, sitting back down behind
her desk. She decided Amber must have prepared Derek well for her
appearance because he didn't bat an eye at her youthful face.

"It's nice to see you again too, Doctor
Young," Amber said.

The ladies talked about their work at the
hospital, forming a bond as Derek watched them interact. Amber had
already described the petite, young, doctor to him so he was not
surprised when he met her. He had complete faith in his wife's
ability to choose a pediatrician for their first child and she said
Kristin Young was the best.

"I know your reputation from the hospital,"
Amber was saying. "And I also know you are choosey about your
patients."

"I am very careful who I choose to see
although I do not often share that fact," Kristin said.

Amber laughed. "Nurses talk," she
replied.

Kristin smiled and nodded and asked the
couple a few questions. She then took them on a tour of her office,
gave them the run down on her credentials, and explained her
policies regarding her patients. She wanted any of her parents to
know they could call her anytime with a question regarding their
children and she would get back with them at her earliest
convenience. If parents called the office afterhours, her cell and
pager numbers were both listed as emergency numbers.

Amber nodded as Kristin talked. She already
knew she wanted Kristin as her pediatrician and hoped she would
accept them. She did not begrudge the young doctor for being
choosey about her patients. She understood how many parents could
ruin a doctor's reputation if you did not handle them properly.
Kristin just wanted to treat children. She didn't want the drama
that came with the parents. Because of these facts and her
reputation at the hospital, Amber had not even discussed or looked
for another pediatrician.

Kristin liked the Stevenson's immediately.
Ending the tour she turned to Amber and said, "Welcome to my
practice. I would love to treat your child."

"'Thank you, Doctor Young," Amber responded
with a smile.

"Please, call me Kristin," she told her.
"After all, we do work together, and now we will probably see more
of each other."

The couple shook hands with the doctor again
and left the office. Kristin went back to her desk, took off her
lab coat, and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of her office.
As she looked around, she couldn't help but be proud of her
accomplishments. She had been told by college professors, fellow
students, and other colleagues she would not be able to cut it as a
physician. She had been criticized, mocked, and laughed at from the
time she began medical school until a couple of years after
starting her practice.

Now, she was a well known pediatrician whom
many of her colleagues respected and admired. She was often asked
to consult on difficult cases. She smiled to herself. The mocking
and criticisms only made her more determined to work harder. And
she had done what everyone had told her she couldn't.

Matthew Stevenson was having one hell of a
day at his office. The state police were all over him for not
getting back to them sooner. They had a serial killer on their
hands and they needed a profile fast. He tried explaining it didn't
work that way. He needed their files, everything they had. He
needed time to study what they had. And then, after days of
studying and hours of concentration, he would give them a
profile.

The state didn't want to wait. He understood
that. The Governor wanted answers and so far no one had any. "The
Georgia Terror", as the media had dubbed him, first came on the
scene about two years ago from what they could tell. It wasn't
until about six months earlier that the different counties he had
visited began to connect it back to one man.

TGT, as the state now called him, liked to
carve up his victims slowly and carefully, letting them bleed for
days. From what they could tell so far, he started at their feet so
they could not run. While slicing up their feet, he would carve a
heart into his victim's right ankle.

This had led the police to identify eight
victims so far, each from a different county in Georgia, and each
dumped in another county in Georgia. They speculated he was at one
body per three months.