Chapter 1- Horrible Discovery

Penelope Garcia was jolted awake by the trilling of her phone.

What the hell? she thought It's 2:30 in the morning! Grudgingly, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"She said.

All she heard was silence.

"Hello?" She tried again. Still, there was only silence.

Then, a sound that chilled Garcia to the bone. A low, pained moan had sounded through the phone's speaker. This was no prank call. The moan was genuine, full of pain and suffering of a person fighting to stay conscious. Alarmed, Garcia looked at the caller ID, and her blood ran colder as she saw the words 'Connected to JJ Cell' displayed on the screen. JJ was Garcia's best friend. Terrified, she dropped the phone, grabbed her keys, and ran out the front door to her car. The drive to JJ's apartment was only five minutes, but it felt like five years to Garcia. As she ran up the stairs she knew so well, she couldn't help but pray.

Please let her be okay. Please let her be okay.

Garcia hesitated in front of JJ's door, which was partially open. Slowly, she pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Jayje?" She called out.

Another, weaker moan sounded from down the hall, towards the bathroom. Garcia sprinted down the hall and almost tripped over JJ's feet as she lay sprawled in the doorway to her bedroom.


"Oh, my god." said Garcia as knelt next to her friend. "Jayje, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Pen, I did something so stupid..." JJ's voice was so weak, she couldn't finish what she was trying to say. Slowly, painstakingly, she pushed something towards Garcia's hand.


Looking down, Garcia had trouble comprehending the empty pill bottle that was now in her hands.

Why is this bottle empty unless... no, oh god please no.

"Jayje, how many did you take?"

"I don't know, I just want to be able to sleep."

Oh god, please no.

"JJ, listen to me. You have to stay awake." Garcia said frantically as she dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My name is Penelope Garcia. I need an ambulance sent to 1050 Barell Avenue, apartment 12D immediately."

"Okay, Miss Garcia, what is the problem?"

"My friend has overdosed on sleeping pills, and she is starting to lose consciousness."

"Miss Garcia, do you have any idea how many she's taken?" the 911 operator asked.

"No I-" Garcia was interrupted when JJ started to convulse. "Please hurry! I think she's having some sort of seizure!" Garcia yelled, dropping the phone. As she held her best friend's hand, JJ temporarily regained consciousness.

"Pen..." JJ gasped out.

"What is it Jayje?"

"I' sorry." JJ said as she slipped back into the darkness.