FBI New York field office:
Kay walked into the office on Monday afternoon, still reeling for her conversation with Cameron. Did she really wait too long? Setting down her purse – she dropped into her chair just as the phone rang. "Agent Daniels" She heard "Rockland Correctional, Jonathan Black calling." Great another Black Brother I disappointed. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak. "Jonathan, I'm sorry." She didn't get to finish. "Kay, It's me Cameron."
Kay sat staring into space for a split second. She replayed the conversation in her mind. Nothing that was said jumped out as warning. Cameron continued. "He suckered punched me and changed our clothes. He just walked out, Kay my brother left me in here." Kay stood up. "When did it happen Cameron?"
"Friday – I can't believe he survived two years in here. I could barely survive the weekend. Kay can you get me out?' She put her head in her hands. "I'm going to talk with Deakins. We'll get the paperwork started. I'm coming to get you. Hang on until I get there."
Rockland phone bank:
As He hung up the phone, Cameron felt his body slam into the wall. Never turn your back Winslow told him. "Oh crap, this is going to hurt." His (Jonathan's) attackers kicked him in the head and ribs. "This is for Perkins, Jonny boy – he said that you needed to spend some time in the infirmary." They began kicking Cameron in the chest and the back. Cameron tried to curl up in a ball, but he blacked out before it could happen. The inmates pulled Cameron down the hall, to continue the beating.
Rockland Prison sign in:
Kay Daniels had a head of steam as she drove into the parking lot at the prison. She kept thinking about Cameron, having to use whatever he could to stay safe. She knew it was going to be hard for him. The guard met her at the sign in, as turned over her firearm. "Follow me Agent Daniels." Kay had expected to be taken to an interview room, instead she was going to the infirmary. "What happened to Cameron Black?" she asked in an elevated voice. The guard motioned her thru the door where the prison doctor and the warden were waiting. "Agent Daniels, when you contacted me I sent the guards to collect Mr. Black and bring him to my office."
"He was found in a little used stairwell, we're not sure what happened." Kay's focus was pulled to the bed at the end of the room. Cameron was as white as the sheet that covered him. The warden continued. "There were no cameras covering the area, but we don't believe that the attack happened there." Kay's hand stoked the top of Cameron's head. "I'm taking him to Columbia Presbyterian. I'd appreciate you gathering everything that I'll need for his doctors." She picked up the phone on the desk and dial the familiar number. "He's in bad shape. I need transport to Columbia."
The staff began gathering the needed paperwork, as Kay stood guard over her partner and friend. She had to keep her emotions in check – to get the care that Cameron needed. All she wanted to do is rip through the doors and get who ever did this to him. She knew that they would never know who it was, the sooner Kay accepted it, the sooner she could help Cam.
The paramedics arrived a moment later and looked over their patient. Turning to Kay, "Agent Daniels – we better get moving, he's going to need to see a doc quickly." After a quick conference with the jail medical staff – the medics put Cameron in a c-collar and backboard. They started an iv and quickly moved him out of the infirmary. "We'll take good care of him, Agent Daniels. Meet you at Columbia." Kay watched the ambulance pull out of the gate and gathered what else she needed to give Deakins and Mike, they would begin the search for Jonathan. She needed to stay with Cameron.
Columbia Presbyterian Hospital:
The ambulance pulled into the ER bay, "31 yr. old male, beating in prison after being wrongly incarcerated. Reports are that he was kicked and stomped in the head, chest and back. Vitals are strong, we've given him 5 liters O2 by mask and started an iv." The attending and his resident took charge of Cameron's care, moving him on to the stretcher. "Let's get him – set up for head, neck and chest CT." The resident took a scissors and cut off the prison uniform to check his lower extremities.
"Dr. Henderson, I think we'll need to add a pelvic scan to that list." Dr Henderson nodded to the nurse and they got him changed out of the rest of the prison grab and into a gown. The orderlies arrived to take him up to CT as Kay arrived. "I'm looking for the patient that was brought in from Rockland Prison" the receptionist had been warned of Kay's arrival and guided her to Dr Henderson. "This is Agent Daniels – she's here about your patient."
"I need to keep his identity secret for as long as possible." Kay stated matter of factly. "Way ahead of you Agent, the administrator was down here before the patient arrived. As soon as he's done in CT, we're moving him to his usual room." It had not occurred to Kay that the Black's would have had standing agreements with most if not all the hospitals in New York. "We should have results in a few minutes." The doctor motioned her to follow him up to Radiology. "Once we get the results, we'll be able to make a plan of treatment. Can you tell me anything about what happened?"
Kay filled in what she knew about the extent of his injuries and what the prison was able to tell her. While they were speaking, the resident was watching the screens. "Dr Henderson, we've got the first set of scans." They along with the head of Radiology began to look at the injuries.
Later that night:
The next time he could focus, Cameron saw warm colored walls. A young woman was taking his vitals, "Good your wake. I'll go get your doctor." It was hard to move around, Cameron feared that he was still in the prison. Then he saw Kay leaning in. "Hi Cameron, how are you feeling?" Cameron tired to sit up but the room began to spin. Kay and the nurse eased him back down. "Take it easy tiger. You've got a concussion, cracked skull along with a several broken ribs. Your right lung was punctured by the rib. It's going to take a while, but you're going to be okay."
"Have you been able find any trace of Jonathan?" Cameron asked. Kay shook her head. "What about the Mystery Woman?" Kay looked down at her hands. "She slipped the Federal Marshalls. Just has you thought – she never gave them the information she promised." Cameron closed his eyes and tried to suppress the need to say I told you so. "Kay, I took the map before I went to see Jonny. I wanted to prove to him that I was in his corner. Kay, I was going to break him out before he knocked me cold. Jonny has the map." Kay nodded. "We'll figure it Cam. Right now, you have to focus on getting better."
Mike knocked on the open door. "Are you up for some visitors?" Mike asked Cameron who nodded. Kay tried to take a step back, but Cameron grabbed her hand. They looked at each other, Cameron needing to hold on to something.
