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He staggered down the street, one hand trailing along the sides of the buildings as he fought to keep his balance. The agony in his head reached a new peak, and he paused in his journey, eyes clenching shut as he tried to push the pain away. He took a deep breath and reopened his eyes before pushing away from the wall, his destination the police station across the street.
It was very important that he make it to that police station. He had been told to hurry, and some part of him realized that if he failed to make it to the station as soon as he could, a life would be lost. Maybe more than one.
"Listen to me, buddy. You need to go to the police station, okay? You need to find Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara. Got that? Lassiter and O'Hara."
Those names-those people-should be familiar to him, and it scared him that he couldn't remember them. He couldn't remember anything before…yesterday, was it?
Sunlight glinting off the windshields as one car rushed towards another…metal crunching against metal, glass breaking at the force of one car crashing into another…pain...then nothing, only darkness…Waking to more pain, confusion, and questioning. Just one question, over and over: "Where is she?" He couldn't answer. He didn't know who he was, let alone where "she" was.
He had been so confused, so lost. All of the questions that he asked were ignored, until finally, finally, a new man came into the room, and this man didn't hurt him. Actually, he seemed worried about him.
The man turned, his anger obvious in the tight lines of his body. "You said you wouldn't hurt him!" He yelled at the man that stood in the doorway.
"And we didn't," The masked man answered, "After you and I made our deal."
He stumbled across the street, focused on the station. He was so close; just a few more steps and he would be walking up the stairs and through the door. Exhaustion stole the last remains of his energy, but he refused to stop. Not until he found those two detectives; not until he completed his task.
He had to find those detectives, had to talk to them.
He pushed through the doors, the sudden noise of the police station hitting him and making him cringe. There was a desk and the tall, friendly looking police officer standing behind it looked up with a smile as he approached. The smile immediately fell from the officer's face; his mouth parted in shock and he hurried out from behind the desk. The officer reached his side just in time. His knees gave out again and he would have fallen to the floor if that giant of a police officer hadn't grabbed his arms to support his weight.
"You… Are you…What happened to you?" The officer asked in worry.
"I…I need to see Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara. Please."
"Of course." He helped him walk to a chair and pushed on him carefully to sit down.
The officer started to walk away before he reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. "It's important…I have to see them."
"I'm going to get them right now. Don't worry," The officer soothed, worry creasing his face before he gently pulled away.
He dropped his chin to his chest, eyes closing as he took several deep breaths and waited for the officer to return.
"Oh my God."
His eyes snapped open and landed on the blond woman in front of him.
"Gus?"