Author's Note: I had an idea, and then I started writing and it turned into something completely different. This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, please be kind! I'd love reviews :)

Spoilers: Episode 1x13 and a tiny bit 1x14 promo.


There was just waiting now. There was nothing else left to do. Everything that could be done, had been done. Now there was waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for her. Waiting for the girl lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to all those beeping machines, with tubes sticking out everywhere. At least she was breathing on her own now. They had done that, when there were still things left that could be done. But now it was all done. There was nothing left to do. Now there was just waiting.

Waiting, for one thing or the other. Waiting for her to open those eyes again. Or waiting for her body to finally give up. Waiting for her to come back to them. Or waiting for her to leave them forever.

They were silent as they waited. They walked around in the hospital, each and every one in their own world, in their own, dark waiting. They never strayed far. They would stand outside the window of her room. Waiting. Occasionally, one of them would go inside, sit beside her for a little while. Waiting. They would slump into exhausted sleep in the bright orange chairs in the waiting room, sleep filled with anxious worry and tossing of limbs. And they would wait. They would take bathroom breaks. Always waiting. Someone would go to the cafeteria, buy something to eat, hoping it would make them feel a little better. It didn't. And they waited. They waited, outside her room, in her room, in the waiting room, in the bathroom and in the cafeteria. They didn't speak when they waited, more than the occasional hushed word here and there. They were all stuck in a silent, dark, and seemingly endless waiting.

They waited for her. The unlikely last puzzle bit of their team. The lively hacker with fierce opinions and with a fire burning within that none of them thought could ever burn out. Only now, they waited for it to do just that. Or for it to save them all by flaming up again. They waited for her. The brave girl who was not yet an agent. The girl who went into a house she never should have, alone. The girl, who was shot. Twice. The girl, who had dragged herself to the door. The girl, who had been shot, and left to die, alone. They had tried to save her. They had done everything they could for her. But now there was nothing left. So they waited for her, to crush their hearts, or to mend them.

The personnel tried to make them leave, once. That was the only time their dark, silent, waiting was interrupted. The only time, and that only time they were all very loud. The personnel did not try again. And the team slipped back into their silent, dark waiting. For her.

It wouldn't be long, they had been told. 48-hours at max, then one thing or the other would have happened. So they waited, for one outcome, or the other. For her to live, or for her to die. It wouldn't be long, they had said. But they did not understand waiting. Their waiting, it went on for an eternity.

And in that hospital room, a girl laid, pale and sickly-looking. Her body was cold, but her hair was moist with sweat. The brown long hair that had none of the luster it previously held. Her lips were blue and chapped. She smelled of blood. She looked like Death. She smelled like Death. But when her team had waited an eternity, her eyelids fluttered open.