Hey guys. So this is my first fanfic for Heist Society and Gallagher Girls. I like both series, but I read Heist Society first so I kind of like it more. You know when you read two different series and whichever one you read first you like more? Yeah, well it's like that. Maybe that doesn't really happen to other people, but whatever. What I'm trying to say is that I might be a little bias in this story. I'll try not to, but I'm just saying I might, so if I am sorry. Anyways, enjoy the story!
W. W. Hale the Fifth walked down the hall as Silas was explaining the new and improved Genesis.
"Uh-huh." Hale nodded absentmindedly, planning his next heist mentally.
"You're not listening, are you?" Silas sighed.
"Uh-huh."
"Alright, I'll just tell it to Marianne. I've got to go get something in the car. Do you want to wait here?"
Hale snapped out of his daze. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure."
Silas chuckled and walked down the hall, disappearing around the corner.
Hale examined the room. It was one of his many houses, but he didn't like to call it his home. There was a painting that Hale had given his mother for Christmas, but she thought he had only bought it. The truth was that he had stolen it on a job.
Hale stood in the silent room and then realized it wasn't silent. There was another noise—at ticking? Hale looked around the room. He wasn't wearing a watch and there wasn't a clock anywhere.
The closer Hale got to the painting he gave his mother the louder the ticking got. And the faster.
Hale looked behind the painting and saw a contraption that he knew was immediately: a bomb.
Hale turned and ran down the hall as fast he could. He turned the corner and saw Silas walking towards him.
Silas stopped. "Mr. Hale, what's wrong?"
"Bomb!" Hale exclaimed and that one word made Silas turn and run with Hale.
The door was so close. Hale was sure he could make it. But when he was only five feet away from the door, a loud sound echoed through his ears. A powerful force struck Hale and he felt weightless as he hit the wall, blacking out.
Kat prepared the harness that was about to lift her up the building. There was a van Gough inside and Kat, along with her cousin, thought it was the perfect heist.
"Ready?" Kat whispered to Gabrielle.
Gabrielle didn't answer. Instead, she was staring at her cell phone.
"Gabs?" Kat exclaimed/whispered. "It's now or never? What's the hold up?"
Gabrielle looked up at Kat, her eyes wild. "There was an explosion. Hale is in the hospital."
Kat immediately started to undo her harness. "Call for our getaway ride."
"You do know our getaway ride is Angus and Hamish?"
Kat sighed. "At least we'll get there fast. What hospital?"
"One in Rome. Marcus said he has the jet ready for us." Gabrielle said, getting out of her harness. She dialed a number on her phone and waited for an answer. "Angus? Is that you?"
Gabrielle listened for a minute and then said, "I don't care about the C4 anymore! Hale is in the hospital! We need to go now." She listened again and said, "You know why he couldn't come. He had a meeting or something. But it doesn't matter. Can you come? …Good."
Gabrielle turned to Kat. "They're coming. We're meeting at the right side of the house."
Kat started running to the meeting point. A minute later she saw a familiar car pull up.
"Geez, Kitty-Kat, Hale's not dead." Gabrielle muttered, pulling along the equipment. "You could've at least helped me carry this stuff."
"Sorry." Kat mumbled.
"Oi, what happened to Hale?" Hamish asked, turning around to face the two girls. His Scottish accent was thicker than usual, so Kat guessed that they had spent some time in Scotland. "You sounded pretty scared."
"There was a bomb." Gabrielle said. "The police think that it was a threat on Hale's life."
"Was Hale the only one there?" Angus asked, glancing back at the girls through a mirror.
"Silas was there. He got injured, but not as bad as Hale." Simon interrupted, scaring Kat. She didn't know he was there. Simon was looking at his computer, probably about the bomb.
"Kat, are you alright?" Gabrielle asked softly, which was strange for her.
Kat looked over at her cousin. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How long will it take to get to the airport?"
"About five minutes." Angus replied. "Unless you want to cause a diversion and we can get there quicker…but it would probably be illegal. Your choice."
"Uh, no." Kat rolled her eyes.
"So you steal famous paintings for a living but you don't want to speed because it's illegal." Hamish chuckled. "Kat, you are really something. But I hear you're back in the family business?"
"Yeah, I am. Not just re-stealing stolen things." Kat nodded, distracted by the thought of what had happened to Hale. "Are we almost there?"
"Not yet."
The five minutes felt like an eternity. Finally they made it to the airport and rushed to where the Hale jet usually was.
Marcus was waiting for them, a grim look on his face. He greeted them as they boarded the plane. The second everyone was sitting down the plane took off.
"Marcus, do you know his conditions?" Kat asked the butler. "Not exactly. All I know is that the conditions aren't good. I was informed of the accident at the same time you were."
"Oh, Hale." Kat moaned quietly and put her head in her hands.
The trip from Argentina to Rome felt longer than eternity. But hours later, they were in Hale's limo and driving to the hospital.
Simon was looking something up on his laptop and announced, "Hale woke up officially thirty minutes ago."
Kat's heart leaped. Maybe Hale won't die.
"They had to do some major surgeries on him, so when we get there Hale will look normal, but probably tired." Simon continued. "And he put us on the visitors list, so we can visit."
Soon they were at the hospital. Kat was the first to go to the secretary's desk.
"We're here for W. W. Hale the Fifth." Kat said.
The lady at the desk laughed. "Oh, sure you are. Girls all day have been saying that. I wasn't born yesterday, sweetie."
Kat glared. "Check the list. I'm on there. My name is Katrina Bishop, but I might be on there as Kat. This is my cousin, Gabrielle. That's Angus and Hamish Bagshaw. That's Simon. And Marcus is right there." Kat pointed to everyone in the family.
The lady checked the list and looked back up at Kat in surprise. "Oh, Miss Bishop, I'm sorry. All day girls have been saying that they know Mr. Hale. Go along, all of you. He's in room 208, fifth floor."
The group headed to the elevator. It went to the fifth floor at an agonizingly slow pace, but it got there and Kat rushed out of the elevator and down to the hall.
Hale's room was easy to spot. There were two guards on either side of the door and a guard by the elevator.
Kat said to the guards, "I'm Kat Bishop." They both nodded and opened the door for her.
The others introduced themselves but one of the guards said, "Only one person at a time."
Everyone turned to Kat and told her that she could go first.
Kat walked in and gasped a little. Hale looked normal, but his right leg was in a cast. His hair was singed and he had a nasty burn on his right arm.
He looked like he was sleeping, but when Kat sat on the chair Hale muttered, "Who is it?"
"Guess." Kat whispered, trying not to smile.
Hale opened his eyes and smiled. "Kitty Kat, you're here!"
"Yeah. I heard what happened and came here immediately." Kat said. "What happened?"
Hale sighed. "Silas was telling me about the new Genesis and there was a bomb behind the painting I, uh, acquired for my mother. I managed to get five feet from the entrance when the bomb exploded. The doctors say I'm lucky to be alive."
"You don't looks so bad." Kat noticed. "You just broke your arm and leg."
"I guess there were some internal injuries or something." Hale shrugged, but he winced like it hurt. "I don't know much. I'm just getting this from what I've heard since I've woken up."
"Whatever. I'm just glad you're okay."
Hale smirked. "Kat, were you scared?"
Kat blushed. "Yeah, so what? You're my best friend and my boyfriend."
"So, how was the job?" Hale asked.
"We couldn't finish it. Right before we were about to go up the building we got the call from Marcus."
"Come on, Kat, you didn't have to stop a job because of me!" Hale protested.
Kat waved her hand. "It was just a small job. We can always do it later."
Hale still looked guilty, but just said, "Fine. And maybe I can help you this time."
Kat grinned. "That'd be great. Let's just hope you won't have anymore meetings."
"I think that was the only one for a while." Hale said. "But I'm not sure I can do a job for a while, with my leg and arm."
"It doesn't matter."
Kat and Hale stared at each other for a moment and then both started to lean in. They kissed for a minute until Hamish barged in.
"Kat, you've been here for at least thirty minutes." Hamish said in his thick Scottish accent. "The others want a turn."
Kat jerked back from Hale and turned to Hamish, glaring at him. "Fine." She gave Hale a quick kiss and walked out of the door.
"How's Hale?" Gabrielle asked.
"Broken leg, broken arm, and a small burn." Kat told her. "But he had some internal injuries, so I'm not sure when he'll get out of the hospital. Let's hope it's soon."
