Chp 10
I wake up, feeling a little bit of warm. Brandon is sound asleep with his arms around me. I wiggle myself out from his embrace and went to the bathroom to shower. After drying myself, I wrap the towel around me and walk to the closet. I glance at the bed and Brandon is still asleep. I write a note, saying that I'm off to work and ask him to lock the door before he leaves and paste the note on his forehead. Giggling to myself, I leave and go to work, hoping to not encounter with Danny the whole day, but then again, Danny always visit me at the lab.
I arrive and Mac, Jo or anyone is not here. Perhaps they are at the crime scene and Mac knew what happened to me, so he might think I'm still mopping. I text Mac, wondering what should I do and Mac replies that I should wait because there are evidences on the way. I wear my lab coat and wait for the evidence. When it arrives, holy damn! Hawkes and Jo are wheeling in a load of drugs. "Where the hell you find these?", I ask. "Intel", said Jo. "FBI?", I ask again. She winks at me and says, "Better get starting with this". Mac drops by with Lindsay to help while Messer and Adam are still at the crime scene to find more evidence.
During lunch hour, I didn't leave because there is still much to do with the drugs. Mac knocks at the lab and says that Brandon is waiting for me to go to lunch. I walk out and find him at my desk. "Hey, let's go. I'm starving", says Brandon. "Brandon, I can't. I have tons of work to do", I say. "Can't you just leave it for about half an hour to eat with me?", he asks and give his best puppy-eyed face. "Brandon", I whisper, trying hard not to smile and laugh, "We just received 10 pounds of drugs that need to be processed and I can't leave evidence to Jo and Hawkes alone".
Before he could reply, the fire alarm went off. "Well, thank god for that", says Brandon, but something is wrong; I know it. "Brandon, why don't you go to the lobby first? I'll catch up later, ok?", I say. "I'm not leaving you here on your own!", he says. "Brandon, I'll be fine. Just go", I say. "Look, we'll find out what's wrong together ok?", he says. I look at him, annoyingly. Hawkes comes in and says it's a false alarm and the owner of the drug might be here to reclaim their stuff. "I need you to go down now", I say. "What about you?", he asks. "We need to make sure no one gets them", I say. I literally have to drag him to the lift as they make a last trip downstairs. His face describes agonize as the doors close and leaving me, Jo, Mac, Lindsay and Hawkes alone at the lab floor.
Mac has a strategy – Hawkes and Lindsay will block all of the ground floor exits and notify the back-up while the three of us need to get the bad guys. The three of us go separate ways while Hawkes and Lindsay left to block the exits. So I quietly move to the locker room – no one is there. After searching, I meet up with Jo at my desk and we hear the lift doors open. Jo and I immediately duck behind the desk and see a few firefighters, which I think they are not. "What should we do?", I ask. "We need to stop them from getting to the drugs", says Jo. My phone vibrates, which I remember to put it on silent mode every time before work and it's from Lindsay saying that they've blocked all exits and back-ups are on the way, including Messer and Adam, who just left the crime scene.
"Back-ups are on the way", I whisper. "We need to distract them", says Jo, "I'll bring half to the other side and you take care of the rest". "Roger", I say. Jo move quickly and yells at them. I run and half of them chase me. I manage to hide in the locker room until I hear they left…, or so I thought. When I go out, they ambush me, but being raise with the Reagan + a black belt in karate = I easily kick their asses…, well, not all. I didn't realize one of them was pretended to be passed out until I feel a pain on my shoulder. I grab my gun, turn around and shoot him straight to the head. I grab a rope and tie them with it, although the arm is killing me. I meet up with Jo, who had finished her end.
"So what now?", I ask. "Where's Mac?", said Jo. Mac came from behind Jo saying he captured the leader and he says the leader overpowered him and got away. "We need to be alert. He could be anywhere", says Mac, "Get that arm seen to. We don't want to leave a trail". I rip the sleeve and Jo helps tying them to stop the bleeding. Mac then orders us to go down and get a team up. Jo and I race downstairs and meet up with Don. "Oh, geez Em! What the hell happened to your arm?", says Don when he sees my bloodied arm. "I'm fine. Mac needs a team up there, Jo and I tied the crews and they're unconscious, but the leader is somewhere up there and Mac is tracking that bastard", I say. "Alright, I'll bring a squad up. Go get patch up", says Don and he left. A paramedic ushers me to the ambulance nearby.
It's not that bad; it was a through and through and all I need is to stitch the hole up. As the guy is stitching me up, I notice Brandon is pushing through the crowd and coming towards me. Before he could hug me, the paramedic guy warns him not to mess with his stitches. "Emmy, are you alright?", he asks. "It's a through and through. I'll be fine", I say. After bandaging the wound and put my arm in a sling, I'm ready to go. As I reach Brandon, suddenly the lab building explodes and the ground shakes. I stumble forward, only to be caught by Brandon's strong arms.
He shields me from the fallen glass. After a while, Brandon releases me and thankfully he's ok. He helps me stand up and he brushes off the glass off of him. "Not bad at work, Det. Darrell", he says. "Shouldn't you be at yours?", I ask. "I told David I had a sudden stomach bug", he says and I laugh. People are panicking and I'm laughing. Is that wrong or is it just me?