A/N: I was debating about rewriting the end to chapter six but then thought I should finish what I had started. I also posted the first chapter to the sequel, Girl Astray, which will exclusively focus on LaSalle helping Brody get through the aftermath of her kidnapping. It will feature lots of cuddles, hugs and other things. ;). But for now, Chapter 7 of Gone Girl! Thank you for all of the lovely reviews they are truly appreciated and motivating!

Alarms were starting to go off, signaling to hospital personnel to begin evacuation procedures.

"What's happening?" Sophie shrieked clinging to her injured sister as a nurse entered the room.

"A bomb went off in the parking structure; we'll be moving Miss Brody as soon as we can."

Brody looked at Pride. Judging by the look on his face they were thinking the same thing.

"He'll be fine," Pride said as his cell phone came to life.

It was LaSalle.

"Chris?" Pride pressed the first two fingers of his left hand over his ear to block out the exterior noise. "Chris, where are you?"

Cough

Cough

"East stair well!" LaSalle's voice came back along with the sound of falling debris.

"Get out there now!" Pride shouted.

"I'm tryin'!" LaSalle's voice echoed right before the line went dead.

"They were watching us!" Gibbs snarled. They had been set up. Fod's men had indeed been watching there every move. If Gibbs had to guess they had waited until LaSalle was on his way to the parking garage to set off the bomb.

For several moments the original probationary members of the Fed Five stared at each other. Each engrossed in their own thoughts until Pride broke the silence.

"I can't leave him down there, Jethro."

"We can't make this about LaSalle," Gibbs barked a little more loudly than he meant to. He couldn't deny he wouldn't have said the same thing if it were Tony or McGee, but they had a terrorist on the loose. There were more lives at stake than just one agent.

"He's my partner!" Brody chimed in watching her two bosses' expression's growing dark. This was the second time in less than an hour they heard her inquire about her partner's well-being.

"She's your sister!" Gibbs gave her an incredulous look as he tossed a hand in Sophie's direction. He was about the say more when Sophie's linebacker of a handler walked through the door with his weapon his hand resting at his side.

"It's Chaos out there. Fod's men could be anywhere."

"Go," Brody said calmly. "Take my sister, and get out of here." They all knew the sooner Sophie was out of New Orleans the sooner they would all be safe.

"It's going to take all three us," Gibbs looked at Pride earning a reluctant nod. The rescue of his best agent was going to have to wait.

Stilling clutching his phone, Pride handed it to Brody. "If Chris calls back you tell him, we'll be there as soon as we can."

Brody could only nod as she took the phone from his hand. How many more people were going to be hurt before Fod was stopped?


A few moments earlier…

"King?"

The fact that he had lost service really didn't surprise LaSalle. He was in burning building; a burning building which was collapsing all around him. If he could just make it back to the cat walk that separated the parking structure from the hospital he would all right.

Keep moving he coaxed through the pain. He didn't feel so well. The pain and the exhaustion he had willed away earlier were threatening to take over and at the moment they were winning.

Fight it-

He stopped for moment, resting his hands on his knees before taking the stairs two a time. Little did he realize that his world was about to come to a standstill. The flooring beneath his footing once again began to quiver.

Another bomb?

Nope

A terrifying creak of metal told him that no matter how fast he moved he wasn't going to be able to escape the fact that the structure was about to give way. He reached for the hand railing but it was too late.

The ceiling was already tumbling down upon him.


Rounding up a fourth operative, Gibbs and Pride flanked Sophie while her handler opted to take the front. A four man blockade surrounded her at all sides.

"Keep your eyes on everyone and keeping movin', brother," Pride scanned the immediate area, allowing everyone to be suspect. You never knew when someone was going to pull a weapon and start firing.

"You never used to talk like that," Gibbs quipped, weapon ready.

"You never used to be so serious," Pride fired back as they neared the stair well where a host of local PD officers were waiting for them to assist with the escort.

"SWAT is outside, as you've instructed," one of the men told Pride.


Cough

Cough

LaSalle wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious. A few minutes maybe? He wasn't certain. Taking a moment, he surveyed his surroundings. The thick dust particles were still swirling, making it hard to breathe or maybe it was all the debris he was covered in, he couldn't be certain.

Large ceiling tiles blanketed his limbs and chest, making it difficult to move. Grit and dust covered his exposed skin and stung his eyes.

One step at a time he cautioned wiggling his fingers. So, far so good. Gingerly, he twisted in effort to break free of the debris that was holding him hostage. It wasn't until he attempted to sit up that he felt it. An unforgiving pain of white burning heat was shooting through his side. Unconsciously, he cried out. At first he thought it was his ribs but then he noticed the blood. Something must have impaled him in the collapse.

Damn. He flopped back down.

He was trapped.


A nurse entered Brody's room. "Miss Brody, Dr. DuShawn has ordered some anxiety medication to get you through the transition." The nurse went onto explain that they were moving patients as fast as humanly possible but it was going to take a little while.

"I don't want it." She needed her mind to be clear. There would time to deal with anxiety later. Right now, she needed to concentrate on her sister and her partner. Still holding Pride's phone, she keyed in the number to the office with any luck Patton would be there manning the switchboard.

"Patton, it's Brody, I need you to do something for me." She said catching the computer whiz off-guard. "I need to track LaSalle's phone and I also need you to send blueprints of the hospital parking structure to Pride's phone.