Okay I couldn't leave you guys hangin' for too long. So here is chapter 8 :) It's a short chapter but there's nothing I can do about it. Remember to review. enjoy!
Also would someone please go read and review my halo story: Suffering The Didact. There aren't enough people reading halo fics. I really will appreciate it if you do this. Thanks!(I mean I think I deserve it after 5 story updates in 1 day). :)
"And you didn't think this was pertinent information Owen?" Hetty says looking up at him.
Granger knowing he's been had doesn't reply.
"Seeing as you're the target Owen I think it would be best if you sat this one out."
Granger gives her a contemptuous fake smile.
"Are you questioning my objectivity? You seem to forget that I'm Assistant Director and I won't have you or anyone else dictating what cases I work. Is that clear Henrietta?" he says putting emphasis on her name.
"I don't quite like your tone. Also I have every right to remove you from this case seeing as one of my agents is in there fighting for his life because of you. Seeing as said agent saved your life I expected a little more tact even from you Owen. So effect of immediately you will no longer be working this case. Is 'that' clear Owen?" Hetty counters also putting emphasis on his name.
"Furthermore you have caused enough trouble for me and my team so until you can learn to work with and not against my team I would think twice before showing your face back here," Hetty continues coolly.
Only Hetty could tear someone a new one in such a delectable manner.
Granger not having a leg to stand on retreats to safety leaving the building.
"Now Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna, Mr. Beale and Ms. Jones head back to OPS and get an ID on our body and find out why he was after Granger. We need answers."
"We'll keep you informed Kens," they say leaving.
"Thanks guys."
It was now just Hetty, me and my mom. We waited in silence for what seemed like years. In reality though it was only a couple hours. The automated doors I had been staring at swung open and a doctor emerged.
The doctor walks into the room with his clipboard. He looks at it for a second.
"Family of Mr. Deeks?"
We stand and walk over to meet him.
"Hello I'm Dr. Chen," he says introducing himself and we do the same.
"Well he lost a lot of blood but he's going to be okay."
We let out a collective sigh of relief. It's the best news we've heard all day.
"The surgery went smoothly. The shot was a through and through. It entered through the right side of his abdomen hitting his stomach and exited through his back just right of his left kidney nicking the abdominal aorta. The nick was responsible for most of the blood loss but we stopped the bleeding and patched up his stomach. We have him on an IV drip and broad-spectrum antibiotics for peritonitis caused by the bullet hitting his stomach. He's also on morphine for the pain."
"Thanks Dr. Chen."
"Well he's in a private room now so if one or all of you would like you can see him."
"Go ahead Kensi. We'll visit later."
I nod.
"Alright just this way it's room 247 on our left. He's still asleep and probably won't be awake for some time. When he's does though he may be a little out of it."
"Alright. Thank you," I say as he leaves.
I walk into the dark room. When I see him I just want to run and hug him but I think ill of it as I don't want to hurt him. Instead I settle for kissing his cheek. I feel the familiar scruff against my lips. i then proceed to run my hand through his golden hair that's splayed across the pillow. I sit on the right side of his bed and lace my left hand through his. I scoot closer laying my head on his arm and proceed to fall asleep.
Looks like Christmas came several weeks early.
Now because I didn't have my computer(still don't) I was unable to type when I wanted. I had originally planned to have chapter 11, 12 and 13 typed before Christmas seeing as they were about Christmas. So now because I don't have my computer they are going to be posted long after Christmas so I apologize. Anyways friendly reminder to REVIEW! *gives puppy dog eyes* Pwease? :). Thanks!
