Chapter 4
Melinda found herself walking with Dickie up to the main desk of the hospital.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Dickie announced, "can I get the background on Lowell Harris? Recently deceased."
The lady at the main desk raised her eyebrow suspiciously, placing her hand protectively on the book in front of her. The thing looked as though it was going to explode.
"A little young to be asking for information on him, aren't you?" she asked.
"My dad is a cop," Dickie replied confidently without hesitation. "He was in the shooting with him, and now he needs the information to finish his report. He got shot in the leg, so he asked me to come get it for him."
"And who is your father?" the lady asked, pulling down her glasses to the end of her nose and beginning to type on her computer. Melinda was shocked and impressed at how steadily and confidently Dickie had spun his story.
"Elliot Stabler, room 402," Dickie replied.
The lady clicked away at her keys. "And your name?"
"Richard Stabler," Dickie replied. "Also called Dickie, or Dick Stabler."
The lady clicked away, and then sighed. The story had obviously checked out. She rolled away from her computer in her chair and opened the folder, taking out the papers.
"Harris comma Lowell," she announced, handing the papers to Dickie. "Send your father my best wishes, will you?"
"Sure thing," Dickie smiled.
Melinda and Dickie turned on their heels and went back down the hallway. Once they were out of sight, Dickie opened the file and handed it to Melinda.
"This is all you should need to know," he told her with a small smile. "I hope it helps."
"Thank you," Melinda smiled, reading over the information. She sat down on one of the benches, and Dickie sat down next to her. "Hmm, it says here he was charged with the attempted rape and assault of Detective Olivia Benson, and the rape and assault of Ashley Tyler. It also says he was charged with assaulting an officer, kidnapping, and wow… that's a lot of charges."
"They piled everything they could on him," Dickie smiled. He seemed very pleased. "He was a bad guy."
Melinda nodded, reading on. This was so horrible! Melinda never usually had to deal with these kinds of people, dead or alive. Grandview was a remotely safe place. She couldn't remember the last time there had been a rape, or even a kidnapping. If there had been, she hadn't heard about it, paranormally or otherwise. None the less, she was hell-bent on getting this guy where he belonged.
…..
Olivia smiled as Calvin popped into Ana's hospital room with a brown paper bag.
"Hey buddy," she smiled warmly. He handed her the bag and she peered inside. "What's this?"
"Melinda made some fudge, and Fin made you lunch," he smiled. "I wanted to bring it over with them."
"Where are they?" Olivia asked, looking toward the door.
"Oh, they'll be in in a minute," Calvin replied. "They're visiting Elliot first."
Calvin grew silent as his gaze drifted toward Ana. She had recently been taken off the breathing machine, and Olivia had been overjoyed. Her chances of surviving had increased, and now she could breathe on her own. It showed the healing of her brain, and maybe, Olivia hoped, if it healed enough, she would wake up. Calvin walked over to the bedside and watched her breathe.
Here she was, he thought, the girl who had risked everything to save him. She had singlehandedly ushered them all out the door that night in Vermont, and had risked her own life for theirs as she had led Harris' accomplice away from them. She had let him chase her; had let him climb on top of her if it meant that they would get away. Heck, she had almost been raped by Harris when she had tried to save them! And now look how she had been repayed for all her bravery; she was in a coma because some son of a bitch had shot her.
"She'll be alright, Calvin," Olivia told him steadily, getting up and walking over to him. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's getting better. Slowly, but she's getting better."
"I don't want her to die, Olivia," Calvin told her, biting his lip to keep himself form crying. "She risked everything for me. She shouldn't die like this!"
"I know, baby," Olivia replied, her voice cracking. She leaned down and looked him in the eye. Calvin noticed how close to tears she had become. "She reisked everything for all of us, one time or another. But we have to be strong for her, okay? If we can make it through, then she can."
Calvin nodded and looked back at the girl who had saved him. Even in a coma, he could feel the love she shared for her family. For her friends. She was so brave; so caring. He looked up and saw Olivia looking at her as well, lost in thought. A tear ran down her cheek, and she closed her eyes.
"Who would do such a thing?" she whispered.
Calvin quickly hugged her middle, and Olivia reacted by pulling him as close to her as she could.
"It's okay," he told her. "It's okay, Olivia. We'll find who did this. And Ana's gonna wake up, and Lacey's gonna get better, and we'll all be one big happy family."
"Thank you, Calvin," Olivia smiled through her tears. "I'm glad you came to live with me."
"Me too," Calvin smiled. "I'll never leave you, Olivia, and I know Ana would rather die than leave you too. She isn't going anywhere; not if she can help it."
"Wise words, little man." Calvin smiled at Fin as the detective walked into the room. "Liv, Huang is ready to talk."
Olivia nodded and wiped her eyes. "I'll be right back, okay?" she told Calvin.
"I'll be here," he promised.
He waited until she had left and Fin closed the door. Then, Calvin turned back to the bed and climbed into it, being careful of the wires and tubes. Making himself comfortable, he laid down next to Ana and hugged her tightly, letting his tears fall freely now.
"Please don't die, Ana," he begged, tears falling down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. "I always wanted a big sister."
Notes: I thought this would be a nice way to end the chapter. :) Next chapter; the detectives and Kris get some one-on-one time with Ana, and Melinda has a vision!
Review, pretty please! Or I won't continue! ;) Thanks a million!
