Oh my goodness, writer's block sucks. I tried my best so please don't yell at me. I've also been on a drawing spree that probably was taking time away from my writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

WARNING: MATURE STUFF AT THE END (I can't tell you what cause it would spoil it :) )

The practically booming sound of the heart monitor and various other hospital equipment thronged her ears as she awoke from her dreamless sleep. Brody gasped as her eyes darted across the room looking for LaSalle.

"I'm right here." LaSalle said, his raspy southern drawl making it's presence known from the bed a few feet away from hers. His arm was wrapped in a white cast, various pieces of medical tape covered the wounds that were scattered all over his body, wounds that she had inflicted. A white blanket came up to his waist, barely concealing the IV imbedded in the back of his hand which was infiltrating fluids into his bloodstream.

Suddenly the door creaked open.

"How are you feeling today Meredith? My name is Patricia." The friendly, older, what seemed to be psychiatrist asked as she pulled a chair from the wall and clicked her pen. She smiled warmly at the female agent.

How am I feeling? Confused, broken, guilty she thought as she bit her tongue. "I'm fine." Brody said, plastering on a fake smile.

"No yer not." LaSalle stated flatly from the other side of the white room. Brody turned her head (a little to quickly for her tremendous headache) and glared at LaSalle, her eyes softening at the innocent look in his eyes.

"Yes I am." Brody insisted.

"Mr. LaSalle, it's your turn next. You have to be quiet until then." The blond said, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"It's Agent LaSalle." Brody muttered under her breath.

"Meredith, can you tell me what happened?" The psychiatrist asked, tapping her pen against her clipboard.

"I already gave a statement." Brody clipped, staring at her lap and breathing quickly.

"I'd rather hear it from you." She said softly despite the urgency in her voice.

The female agent took a deep breath, her hands shaking as anxiety welled up in her. "Alright."

"Just start from the beginning." The psychiatrist said, pressing her pen against the paper, ready to write.

"LaSalle...LaSalle and I went out to dinner, it sorta became a habit we did every day after work. After we ate, we walked out to his truck and got in then Jonathan came up from the backseat and held a gun up to my head and told LaSalle to drive."

"What happened after you arrived in Mexico?" Patricia asked.

"He made us walk to a building and take off our clothes. First he tortured me, he took boiling buckets of water and poured them on my skin then he took some freezing cold water and did the same thing. He stabbed me with a knife and pulled my hair. I kinda stopped paying attention after that."

"Was that just the first day?" The previous details not even seeming to faze her.

"Yes and..and on the second day he made up torture each other." She choked and clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to control her emotions.

"It's alright. Go on." She urged.

"I...I don't remember anymore." Brody said weakly, her chest quickly rising and falling.

"Okay. If you remember anything else please get a hold of me." Patricia said, calmly rising up from her chair and smiling at the agents. "I'll talk to you later today Agent LaSalle." She said as she shut the door behind her.

"I know yer lying." LaSalle said, staring at the watery eyed agent seriously. "Ya know if ya never talk about it you'll never get over it." LaSalle sighed.

"What's there to talk about? It's over, its done. We should've been expecting this." Brody said quickly.

"Just get some sleep, we'll talk later."


"How they doin?" Pride asked the grim faced psychiatrist.

"I can't tell you much but Meredith says that she's having trouble remembering. But I don't think that's all of the story. Christopher seems so worried about her too."

Pride raked his fingers through his graying hair, which he was sure that had gotten grayer over the past week. "What can we do now?"

She sighed, trying to keep a professional appearance to the agent who could see right through any lie she was trying to cover up the obvious with. "I don't know. Give me a few more days, I'll know what to do then." She gave him a firm handshake and walked down the long tile hallway, her heels clicking as he was left staring at the door.

Pride summoned up all his courage and walked through his two junior agent's door. Brody appeared to be sleeping and LaSalle was staring out the window.

"Hello Christopher, how ya holding up?" Pride asked.

"I'm fine King." LaSalle said, continuing to stare out the window.

"Christopher...-" Pride was cut off by a young brunette nurse.

"Sorry to interrupt." She smiled as she walked over to Brody's IV. She took the plastic cap off the needle and threw it away in the trash by her bed. Carefully, she directed the needle towards Brody's hand.

"Wait, what are ya doin." LaSalle stooped her. A fearful and somewhat protective glint in his blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm just giving Meredith her pain medicine so she won't feel so bad."

"Christopher, she's here to help Merri." Pride said, placing a hand on LaSalle's shoulder causing him to flinch then settle back into his bed.

"I'm afraid I'll hafta see your identification first." LaSalle said harshly, trying to stand his ground despite the kind of shape he was in.

"Okay Mr. LaSalle. No problem." She said, walking over to his bed and giving him her ID card to examine. After a few moments of studying it intently, he handed it back and gave her the okay to inject the medicine into Brody's IV.

As she was leaving the room, LaSalle stopped her. "I want you to give her the medicine from now on. No one else." LaSalle said.

"What was that all about." Pride asked the male agent who was staring at the pale figure lying on the bed next to his.

"I just wanted ta make sure that she was a nurse and...and not someone trying ta hurt her." LaSalle explained.

"I can assure ya, no one here is gonna hurt ya or Brody. Ya understand?"

"You don't know that! I hafta...I hafta protect her." LaSalle yelled, his voice cracking as tears started to spill down his cheeks. "Go away King." LaSalle pleaded.

"No Christopher, I'm gonna stay right here." Pride said, sitting down by his surrogate son's bed.

LaSalle cried, he cried for hell he had been through. He cried for not being able to protect his sweet Brody, for feeling like such a failure. He had stayed strong for as long as he possibly could. His body was weak and tired, his best friend was falling apart. He'd hurt his partner to. How could they ever work together again? Were they even going to get their jobs back?

Pride rubbed his son's shoulder in a calming back and fourth motion.

Brody laid on her back, her head facing the wall. Hot streams of tears flowed down her cheeks onto her hard, foam pillow. There was nothing she could do. Not now. Not ever.


Brody watched the slow rise and fall of LaSalle's chest. It was about midnight. The change in hospital shifts seemed to take some attention off of the patients.

Thankfully, Pride had gone home to get some rest. Brody knew what she had to do, she took one last glance to make sure LaSalle was asleep. Slowly, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She carefully removed the IV from her hand and stumbled over to LaSalle's side of the room. He looked so peaceful while he slept. Almost angelic. She wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes One last time, but that could never happen. She drug her weak body over to the window sill and opened the old fashioned pane of glass. The cool summer air hit her skin and she sighed, forgetting everything that troubled her. Almost everything. She needed to do this.

Slowly, she climbed up to to window and dangled her feet. Her heart raced as she thought of everything that had happened the last few days. She needed to go, she didn't deserve to live. The female agent looked up at the moon and took a deep breath. Who would have ever thought that the tough agent Brody would leave this world by suicide? She looked down at the almost empty street below her. She probably wouldn't cause anyone to crash right? Here she was, about to leave this guilt ridden world and she was still concerned about others. She took a deep shuddered breath and fell forward.

all I can really say is...sorry? I'll try and update soon.