MICK'S POV:

I still couldn't figure out how she could draw out so much from me. It was terrifying to say the least. I guess that it was because of Jenna, or maybe her own hidden brokenness that she very rarely showed that made me so protective over her.


The Doctor finally resurfaced from her room with a waning false smile. It had been for her, I realized seeing as it dropped the second the door closed. I drew breath to interrogate the man, but his quick dismissive gesture made me wait. He was going to volunteer the information now anyway.

"How long have you known Miss LaSalle?" He probed gently, in a calculating tone.

"Myself, six/ seven months, same as Proph. Coop I believe has for a year or two. Why is this relavent? Is she..."

A nearly in-audible curse was muttered, distorting his professional mask. "Okay? Physically, yeah no permanent damage. Two days, maybe one for observation before she can leave. Just take her back in to get those stitches out in a few weeks." He hesitated, before continuing solemnly. "Psychologically, that's another story. She doesn't remember you personally but has associated you with behavioral traits. Her job I guess demands it, assisting in her recollection of that aspect..." The man was musing to himself and to no ends it began to piss me off as the worry set in.


"How far back does it extend?"

"A year or two she thinks, so if we are incredibly lucky she may remember your boss. She wants to see you, don't tell her everything about you or what she's missing. We need that so we know if she ever regains all of it. Bring her family in, and the rest of your team when you can."

"Sure, can I mention the case?" I asked tentitavily, shocked and feeling murderous.

I felt that Carson's life span was quickly shortening and would be minuscule once the rest of the guys knew. That twisted arse had whatever we intended to dish out coming. No one messes with my team and gets away with it. No one.

"If you feel she can cope with it. All I got out of her was sarcasm and a small amount of medical backlash."


His comment made me grin childishly, wondering if this was Gina being Gina or some residue side effects from being anesthetized in that surgery. Acknowledging the instructions I let myself back in, resolving to call Coop after.


"Hey there, Love, I heard you wanted me to fill you in on somethings?" Thankfully I managed it in an even voice. I couldn't tell her now, could I?


GiNA'S POV:

I looked over to where the undeniably attractive man walked in from. His question told me he knew that I didn't, the awkwardness on his part was well masked so I figured I help him out and do the same.

"Did he want you to call my Folks?" I asked innocently.

"In a manner of speaking, he did actually. Was their one in particular you wanted me to get in touch with?"

The question made me look at him in a new light, did this man know about my family relationships. Or lack of them.

"My sister if you could, my Mother or Father won't come out this way."

It was a blatant lie, I'm sure he knew it, but thankfully he didn't call me out on it.

"She's my emergency contact anyway."

He half smirked, half smiled at me; although I couldn't tell if it was out of amusement or gratitude. He was just too hard to read.

"Right, give me a sec, okay?"


Mick strode out, phone in hand, while I banged my head into the behind me. Why the hell can't I remember? The bloody mystery was not frickin' worth it. Ignoring the dull ache from hitting my bruised head against a hard surface, admittedly not my best idea, I wondered what would happen now.

Alex would be coming sure, I hadn't seen her for ages. But a more urgent thought probed my mind. Replacement. Who was going to take my place, there was no way I'd be in the field with a hole in my leg.


"Your Sister said she'll be here in an hour." The soft masculine voice gently broke my train of thought. "Gina?"

"Yeah, I'm having a bit of a blonde moment..." That roused a soft laugh, to which I smiled wanly in return. "I'm really sorry but could you tell me your name?"

"Mick Rawson, Supervisory Special Agent, FBI." He practically purred over the 'Special' in his job tittle with a jokingly flirtatious wink.

I laughed out right this time.


"Why am I not surprised..."


The statement had't come from myself, or Mick Rawson. We both stopped looking at each other and glared at the source of the voice.


AN: This time already, this is where it ends for tonight the next chapter will have Gina's sister Blue dog rock, who I'm pretty much going to OC as all we get in the all too short series is that she was being 'sworn in' and that happens after my story so... Read, enjoy and review.