Thanks for all the kind words!


"Well," Sam said. "I've got an idea, but you're not really going to like it."

"What is it?"

"More like who is it…I think we should call Campbell."

"No, I do like that Sam, I do. He can bring the ambulance and we can transport her safely. You have his number?"

"Just so happens I do. I'll be right back."

As Sam went off to call Campbell, Michael checked some of Fiona's more private areas for wounds. While the bruising of her ribs spread across her chest, he was happy to find nothing else.

"He's on his way," Sam came back to report. "I asked him to keep this discrete."

"Thanks, Sam."

"So what was she doing here again?" Sam asked.

"All she told me was that she had a meeting with some people about a shipment of guns. I have no idea why things ended up like this."

"You okay here with her?" Sam asked. "I want to go do a perimeter check and then I'll wait for Campbell."

"Yeah," Michael nodded. "Thanks, Sam."

Fiona appeared to be unconscious again, but Michael knew it was for the best at the moment. He stroked her hair and held her hand and whispered soothing words to her. It was only a few minutes before he heard the engine of the ambulance and heard the doors slamming.

"They're back here," he heard Sam's voice above the sound of the wheels of a gurney.

"Oh God," Campbell stumbled into the room. "What…what…?"

Michael nodded in acknowledgement but let Sam take the reins.

"We don't really know either but we knew she needed a lot more help than we could do on our own. That's why we called you. Thanks for getting here so fast."

Campbell sputtered a little but sprang into action as his training kicked in. "Yeah, yeah…I was in the area." He checked her pulse. "Has she been awake? Has she talked to you?"

"Yes, briefly," Michael told him, "But I think she was in too much pain."

"Is this where you found her?"

"No, she was in the bathtub. We brought her out here and cut her arms and legs free. I reset one of her shoulders, but that's it."

"Okay. I want to get her onto a backboard, get her onto the gurney, and get her out to the ambulance. Can you help me lift her?"

They set up the board next to her and Campbell instructed them in the proper way to gently lift her onto it. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned in pain. "Michael?"

He held her hand as Campbell and Sam strapped her in. "I'm still here Fi. It's okay."

Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to take in her surroundings. "Campbell? What?"

"Hi Fiona," he set his face in front of hers briefly so she could get a good look. "Sam called me to help. We're going to take good care of you, okay? Just relax."

"Mmm," she murmured as she closed her eyes again.

The men lifted her on to the gurney and they all piled into the ambulance. Sam jumped in front to drive.

"You know how to get to the hospital from here?" Campbell asked him.

"No, we're not going to the hospital," Michael answered for him. "Take us to her condo, Sam."

"Got it," Sam speed off.

Campbell glared at Michael. "She needs a hospital!"

"She can't be in a hospital," Michael told him coolly. "I don't know how much you've figured out, but we're not exactly soil scientists."

"No kidding," Campbell grumbled as he hooked up an IV of fluids and added some morphine to the line before starting to clean the wounds on Fiona's leg. "But she has multiple traumas and needs x-rays and proper medications."

"Fiona's not exactly in this country legally." Michael paused to grab some supplies and start working on the wounds on her arm. "And, there's a good chance she's still on quite a few government watch lists. If we took her to a hospital they'd have to report this and then the police would come around asking questions and before we knew it she'd be whisked off to some kind of jail, so can you please just help us?"

Campbell sighed. "I'll do what I can, but she needs a good doctor."

"Sam and I have experience with field medicine. I've dealt with worse."

"Fine then," Campbell grumbled. "But we should take her to my place instead. It's closer and I've been teaching some classes so I have a lot of the supplies we'll need."

"You're sure it's safe?"

"I'm not sure there's anywhere safe for you people," he stared at Michael.

"Fine," Michael relented. "Sam…new plan."