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Chapter 26

We"ll always love you, little brother

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... The next day ...

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Sawyer still had his eyes closed, but concentrated on listening to the noises around him. As his brains worked overtime to register all the different sounds, he moved a bit, and felt a sudden unbearable pain.

Crap! Everything fucking hurts…

"Beep, beep, beep, beep." Was what he was hearing, and two other familiar sounds.

He made an attempt to open his eyes, but failed miserably. So, he concentrated on the sounds and the scent in the room. And by combining the two in his head, he knew exactly where he was.

'I'm in a hospital room' were the words that swirled around his head, as he let out a deep breath.

But was he safe though? Was he in good hands right now? The last thing he remembered was the conversation he had with his colleague, Simms…

Sawyer's heart contracted inside his chest, as he remembered that she had died… Simms was shot and had bled out right in front of him…

'Why Simms? Why?' he thought, and attempted to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

After a little while, Sawyer finally was able to open his eyes.

Correction, he could open only one eye… the right one. Why? His left eye was still swollen shut, courtesy of 'El Diablo's thug who had tortured him.

As Sawyer scanned his surroundings with his right eye, he noticed the equipment and saw only white…

Yup, he most definitely was in the hospital! Even taking normal breaths hurt like hell, but Sawyer gritted his teeth, pushed forward and made an attempt to sit up. Every muscle in his body screamed from pain…

Fuck! 'El Diablo's thug sure beat him up good, huh! He was in a hospital gown and felt very silly in it, so he looked around, wondering if someone brought him normal clothes.

While attempting to get out the bed, Sawyer felt an excruciating pain inside his chest.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, while tears pooled in his eye.

The pain was so unbearable! He placed his open palm over his chest, and took normal breaths. And yet, that pain was still there. Ugh! That thug must have broken a couple of ribs!

"Asshole!" he cursed aloud, and tried getting out the bed anyway.

However, he barely took two steps, when his knees gave out.

"Shit!" he said angrily and ended up on the floor.

"Mr. Sawyer!" he heard a female voice say, so he looked up.

"Sorry" he said, and attempted to get up. However, his body refused to cooperate, so the woman helped him to get on his feet.

"You need your bedrest." The older woman said, while she helped Sawyer get into bed once more.

"I'm so sorry, nurse." He apologized, looking at her with pleading eyes." But I need my phone… I've gotta report to my boss."

The nurse shook her head, and said." Nonsense… you need to rest. Your injuries are severe, young man. Stay in bed."

"But, I…" he began, but the nurse harshly cut him off.

"No buts… just lie down… don't let me make you" She warned, making Sawyer nod and obey her." Don't be stubborn, Mr. Sawyer."

Luke Sawyer was not afraid of dangerous, coldhearted criminals, but was terrified of the nurse.

"I won't, ma'am." He said, and even grabbed the blanket to cover up his whole body with it.

"Good." She commented, and smiled." The doctor will come right away and check your vitals."

He nodded." Thank you, nurse… can you give me something for the pain?"

"That I can do." She replied, and walked over to the cart to grab painkillers for him.

"Nurse… uhmmm, how long have I been out?"

"The paramedics brought you in almost fifteen hours ago, Mr. Sawyer." The nurse pointed out." You were in very bad shape, but the doctors saved you."

"I'm very grateful they did… uhmmm, do you maybe have information about my colleague? Her name is Christa Simms?" he asked, and attempted to swallow the huge lump in his throat.

The nurse shook her head in response." No, I do not, Mr. Sawyer…" she replied." Was she injured too?"

Tears began to pool in his eye, as he remembered the last interaction he had with his colleague.

Blood… blood all over… blood on Simms' hands and stomach, the floor where she had bled out, blood on his own hands…

When he didn't answer her, the nurse looked at Sawyer and immediately understood that his colleague didn't make it.

"I'm sorry for your loss." The nurse said, and decided to give Sawyer some privacy.

The moment he was alone, he broke down. "Why did she do it?" were the words that tumbled from his pale lips, as a lonely tear rolled down his cheek.

Sawyer had no single clue…

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… Approximately one hour later …

After Sawyer's doctor had done a full check-up on him, he requested a meeting with his superior.

"Mr. Sawyer." Doctor Blake said, his tone stern." Compared to last evening, when the paramedics brought you in, you are doing quite well now. However, you need the bedrest… your body needs to heal"

Sawyer let out a deep breath, and clenched his hands into fists." Doc, please!" he said, and looked at his doctor pleadingly." I need to know…"

And it was then, when they both heard someone clear their throat.

The doctor looked angry, when he noticed an older man standing behind nurse Jefferies.

"Nurse, I told you no visitors for Mr. Sawyer for at least 24 hours!" he hissed at the woman." Wasn't I clear?"

"Doctor, I'm sorr…" She began, but got cut off by the gentleman who stood behind her.

"Doctor Blake, I am from the FBI and Sawyer's superior. I do apologi"

"I do not care who you are… all I know is that Mr. Sawyer does not need the excitement you want to bring inside my hospital." The doctor pointed out, the expression on his face very stern." When he was on whatever job you had given him, he was your responsibility… but in here, he is mine. Is that clear?"

Well, it was then when Sawyer's doctor and boss began to argue.

Sawyer shook his head, while watching the two grown men argue like little kids. At one point he couldn't take it anymore and said." Stop it! Both of you, stop it right now."

The doctor and Sawyer's boss instantly stopped, cause they were both taken aback by his outburst.

"Doctor, please… can you give me thirty minutes with my superior so he can inform me about my last assignment?" Sawyer pleaded." I need to know."

With an expressionless look on his face, Doctor Blake nodded. "OK… only thirty minutes. And exactly thirty minutes..."

He then strode out of the hospital room, and looked nurse Jefferies in the eyes." Thirty minutes, nurse… watch the time…"

There was no time for small talk, so Sawyer got right to the point." Sir, what happened after I lost consciousness?"

"It was a success, Special agent. The operation was a huge success." His boss replied with a triumphant look on his face." 'El diablo' is no more…"

As those words reached his ears, Sawyer's hands began to tremble heavily, his heart jumped up, while tears pooled in his eye.

"Are you joking, sir?" He questioned.

"I would never joke about something like that."

His boss then told him everything. SWAT and Sawyer's colleagues raided all three of 'El diablo's 'headquarters'. Approximately fifty five percent of 'el diablo's men were dead, forty percent were in custody, while five percent escaped.

However, with 'El diablo' dead, without their leaders, those thugs do not have a chance reviving their cartel.

"Leaders, sir?" Sawyer asked." I thought that 'El diablo' was one man?"

His boss shook his head." No, Special agent… 'El Diablo' is the name they use for the leaders of that cartel.

'El diablo' is three people: Elena Lincoln, her husband and a third man who was a 'ghost' up until yesterday. All three of them were 'El diablo', responsible for all their 'criminal operations'. That way, they scare off their enemies, making them think that 'El diablo' was everywhere… making them think they were invincible. When in truth, three people oversee their cartel."

"Oh, that was what that 'devil- bitch' wanted to explain to me, when I assumed that only she was 'El diablo'." Sawyer said, while feeling the anger rise again." Tell me how all three of them died, sir."

Sawyer's boss then told him what happened. During the huge fight between SWAT, The FBI, and 'El diablo's men, Elena Lincoln, her husband and the third person(' the ghost') were all killed. The ghost was shot in the head by a member of SWAT in his office.

Elena Lincoln and her husband wanted to escape, both driving away in two different cars. However, there was a chase, and the husband was killed, when his car caught fire, after it was ran off of the road by The FBI. Sawyer's boss personally identified his body. So yes, he was dead indeed.

Simultaneously, the chase occurred between the FBI and the vehicle where Elena Lincoln and her bodyguard were in. Her bodyguard was that ruthless blond thug who had tortured Sawyer, and who had hurt and threatened Ana to leave Christian, six years ago.

Yeah, that was the same thug…

During that chase, the FBI shot at Elena Lincoln's car, and for some reason there was an explosion.

How? The FBI didn't understand either. Seven experienced FBI agents and SWAT members cautiously got out of their vehicles and surrounded the car wreck. (supposedly where Elena Lincoln and her bodyguard were in)

After thoroughly investigating the wreckage, they found three unrecognizable bodies. They were a hundred percent certain that it had been Elena Lincoln who was in the vehicle, and that she was dead.

'El diablo' is no more! The FBI had successfully taken down one of the biggest cartels in whole North-America, freezing all of their bank accounts from all over the world and had incarcerated the men who weren't killed during the raid.

'El diablo' is really dead.

Sawyer couldn't contain his joy, and let out a deep breath, while a relieved feeling washed over him…

Finally… It's over. Years of hard work from Sawyer and his colleagues had finally paid off.

"Wait! Sir, what about the senator?" Sawyer asked, while thinking about Simms' last words.

She had told him that Anastasia Steele was Senator Murphy's weakness. That she was someone very import to him. However, Simms died before she could tell Sawyer more…

"He's in custody" Sawyer's boss replied with a satisfied look on his face." We finally had enough evidence to arrest him this morning, and after going through his finances and several bank accounts, our analyst discovered very shady payments he received, plus more paperwork in a secret safe underneath his house. With all that evidence against him, the DA has personally assured me that Senator Murphy will go to prison for at least thirty years, if not more…"

Sawyer felt so good about all the good news, and felt his heart explode from pure happiness.

His boss smiled from ear to ear, and patted Sawyer on the shoulder." Good work, Special agent… congratulations!"

Sawyer was speechless for a moment, and nodded." Congratulations, Sir…" he replied, his voice a bit shaky, while thinking about his fallen colleagues…

Including Simms.

"Why boss? Why did Simms sell us out?" Sawyer asked, his voice trembling heavily. "She was very good at her job, and a good friend… I still can't believe she's dead. Tell me, sir. What went wrong with her?"

Sawyer's boss looked very sad, when he mentioned Simms' name." I agree, she was very good at her job. Adams did some digging and he found out that she…" he began, but someone interrupted him by clearing their throat.

"Your thirty minutes are up." Nurse Jefferies said with a stern face.

"Just five more minutes, nurse… please?" Sawyer pleaded, but she wouldn't have it.

"No! You have to leave now, Sir." She told Sawyer's boss, her voice stern." Am I being unclear?"

"But…" Sawyer's boss tried, but he tried in vain.

"Out… now!"

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… Seven days later…

It was around 3 PM, when Christian and Ana received the best news ever.

'El Diablo' was dead… 'El diablo' was no more.

As Special agent Cortez and Kelly told them the great news, Ana looked at the FBI agents with wide eyes, while tears began to pool in them.

"This is true." Agent Kelly insisted with a smile on her face.

In an instant, tears from joy streamed down Ana's gorgeous face, as it dawned on her that it was really over?!

Christian sat in his wheelchair and as he listened to the two Special agents, his hand began to shake, while he instantly grabbed Ana's hand.

"It's over… is it really over?" Ana asked, looking at agent Cortez with disbelief, while squeezing Christian's hand so hard that she hurt him.

However, he was too overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions to feel the pain Ana caused.

He was stunned, shocked, happy and couldn't believe it was finally over.

Special agent Cortez nodded, and smiled." It is really over, ma'am… 'El diablo is dead, and Senator Murphy is in custody. The DA will make sure he gets locked up for a long time…"

Ana's lips trembled, and as she locked her eyes on Christian's, she felt her heart explode inside her chest.

Finally… she was finally free, and could make a life with the only one she ever loved…

Christian.

It had taken more than six years, a lot of heartbreak, gut-wrenching, unbearable pain, resentment and regret. But all of that was over…

Ana knelled in front of Christian and pulled him in a tight embrace. While loud sobs of happiness and relief escaped her plump, pink lips, he held her so tightly and whispered." It's over, my Ana… it's finally over…"

Mia, Elliot and Grace hugged each other and were unable to contain their happiness.

"Can we go home now?" Mia asked Special agent Cortez, while tears rolled down her cheeks.

He nodded." Yes, Miss… you can go home. Our superiors have given the permission." He replied with a smile." You'll be able to sleep in your own home soon… very soon."

"Can we visit my father in the hospital?" Mia asked, and gave the Special agent a pleading look.

"Yes, you can… very soon."

"How has he been, Special agent? I know I asked yesterday and you answered yesterday. But I can't help it. I need to know." Mia said in one breath, and attempted to swallow the huge lump in her throat.

"He's doing very well… your father's health is progressing daily, just like I told you yesterday, Miss Grey." He replied.

"Thank you" Mia responded." Thank you so much, Special agent"

She then walked over to where Ana and Christian were.

"Hey, you two love birds… I can't believe it's over. But it is, huh?" Mia said.

Christian smiled at his little sister." Yes, it is. I'm gonna have a talk with mom." He said and swiftly moved with his wheelchair towards Grace.

Mia then looked Ana in the eyes. "So, you and Christian finally can build a life outside this safe house, Ana." She commented, her smile so bright it probably could've lit up the whole place.

Ana nodded, as a lump got stuck in her throat." Yes, Mia… after six years" she replied, tears pooling in her eyes once more.

After that, Ana raised an eyebrow." What about you, hon." She said and winked at Mia." There's uhmm… a very handsome Special agent who is out of hospital right now, probably still recovering from his injuries and I bet he'd like to see you… well, maybe not as much as you would like to see him?"

As those words tumbled from Ana's lips, heat instantly spread towards Mia's cheeks. She suddenly felt as if the room had caught fire.

"How do you know about that?" Mia whispered, while trying to hide the blush on her face.

Ana smiled and said." A little birdie told me."

"I made a little video with a message from me to him, and I asked Special agent Kelly to show it to Luke." Mia whispered, the blush on her face still very visible.

Ana gasped aloud, her eyes wide." Naughty girl!" she teased.

"No!" Mia replied." Not that kind of video, Ana! You've such a dirty mind! Pervert…"

Ana laughed wholeheartedly and placed a hand on Mia's upper arm." Just teasing you, sweetie… you should see your face right now." She said, her whole body shaking from laughter.

"I'm not talking to you anymore… you're awful, Ana!" Mia replied, and yet a smile played at her lips.

"What did you say in your video? I bet you dolled yourself up real good, huh? For Special. Agent. Sawyer." Ana kept teasing.

Mia rolled her eyes, and said." Yes, I did… I wore my blonde hair down, my make-up was flawless and I had on a fiery red, pretty tank top."

"What did you say in the video." Ana insisted, but Mia shook her head.

"That's between Special agent Sawyer and me." Christian's little sister replied, making Ana chuckle.

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… Meanwhile…

Christian pushed open the kitchen door, and moved with his wheelchair inside.

"Mom?" he said and closed the gap between them." What ya doing?" he asked, and looked up at her.

She smiled when she saw Christian and said." I thought I'd start with dinner… I wanna prepare Elliot's, Mia's and your favorite dishes." Grace replied, and grabbed the meat from the fridge.

"You don't have to, you know."

"I know… but I want to." She replied.

"How are you holding up?" he questioned, while locking his gray eyes onto hers.

Her lips trembled, while she looked at her son." I uhmmm… I feel all kinds of emotions coursing through me, Christian..." Grace explained, her voice shaky." I'm happy that it's over. However, I dread seeing your father. And God, I thought that I'd feel better knowing that Murphy will be behind bars for a long time… but uhmmm"

Grace was unable to continue, her heart breaking all over again.

Christian moved with his wheelchair and grabbed both her hands." I know, mom… I miss him every single day… I do" he said, trying to comfort his mom, while squeezing both her hands." I imagine what Shawn would look like if that accident never happened. Boy, I bet he would've been a handsome young man"

As Grace heard those words, she smiled through her tears, and nodded." Yes, he would've been more handsome than you." She even was able to tease.

A tear rolled down Christian's cheek, and he agreed." So true, mom." He answered, and let out a deep breath." We will always love Shawn, mom… and he'll always be in our hearts and minds…"

Grace lips trembled once more, and she knelled in front of her son." I love you, Christian… don't ever forget that, OK?" She stated." Those lost years, I promise I'll make it up to you, my son. "

In response, Christian pulled his mom in a tight embrace." I love you, mom… Murphy is behind bars, and he will get his punishment. Let us try to move on?"

Grace nodded, while a soft sob escaped her lips." With my three children in my life right now, I think I'm able to do just that." Were the words that tumbled from her lips, making Christian's heart soar.

'We'll always love you, little brother…' he thought, and held his mom even tighter.

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… Meanwhile in the living room…

"Uhmmm, Miss Steele?" Ana heard Special agent Cortez say.

She turned around and smiled." Yes, Special agent?"

"Can we have a word, please?" he asked.

"Yes, of course… is it about my mom and dad? When can I see them?" Ana questioned.

"Not exactly… can we…" he began, and motioned Ana to walk first.

"Of course." She smiled and told Mia that she'll be just outside to have a word with Cortez.

Mia nodded." Sure, I'll tell Christian if he asks for you, sweetie."

"Thank you, hon." Ana replied, and walked in the direction of the garden.

Ana sat on the bench and looked up at Special agent Cortez." Yes?"

He cleared his throat and looked Ana in the eyes." We received a request from one of our prisoners, Miss Steele." Cortez announced, the look on his face expressionless.

"Special agent, you're scaring me, you know that?" She countered." What's going on? Should I call Christian? He needs to kno…"

But Cortez shook his head. "No, he shouldn't. The prisoner wants to have a conversation with you only, Miss Steele."

Ana didn't understand, and shook her head." Which prisoner are you talking about?" she asked, her heart ramming wildly against her rib-cage.

She was terrified…

"The prisoner is senator Murphy, Miss Steele." Were the words that left Cortez' lips, making Ana want to throw up.

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… Meanwhile on the other side of the country…

After turning off the engine of the black SUV, Sawyer grabbed his sunglasses from the dashboard and stepped out. The sunlight almost blinded him, so he wore his sunglasses to protect his eyes.

"This is the spot." Were the words that tumbled from his lips, as he examined every inch of the place.

He hunched down and took the crime photos from the envelope. Sawyer didn't know what he was looking for, but he had to see for himself.

His boss had already given permission to Special agent Cortez and three other colleagues to transport the Greys, Miss Steele and her parents from the safe house to their own homes.

Sawyer had a bad feeling about it, and insisted that they should wait. He even begged his boss to reverse their decision temporarily.

However, his superiors were certain that the two families were no longer in grave danger.

"'El Diablo' is dead. The senator is behind bars. And you know Murphy would never hurt Miss Steele or the ones she loves…" Sawyer's boss had told him." You're looking for monsters that aren't there anymore, Special agent. Let it go… move on…"

His colleagues even had to swear to Sawyer that they had seen with their own eyes that Elena Lincoln and her bodyguard had stepped into that vehicle and they chased that car until it exploded before their very eyes.

"She could have never survived that blast, man." One of the SWAT members told him.

However, Sawyer was convinced that Elena Lincoln, that 'Devil- bitch' was not dead.

Why does he think that? Because the three bodies they found in the wreckage was too damaged. The medical examiner could not perform an autopsy and they didn't have DNA evidence.

His gut told him that something wasn't right. This was too easy…

Sawyer knew that Elena Lincoln's husband and the other 'el diablo' was dead, because their bodies were in the morgue.

But not Elena Lincoln's…

For the tenth time, Sawyer examined the crime photos, more convinced than ever that this wasn't over.

As a sigh escaped his lips, Sawyer took in deep breaths. His ribs still hurt like a mother*** , making it hard sometimes to even breathe. And yet, he cleverly had convinced doctor Blake to release him from the hospital.

After checking the spot once again, Sawyer grabbed the photos from the hood of the SUV, and decided to make a phone call to his superiors.

"I have a bad feeling that this isn't over yet." Were the words that tumbled from his lips, while the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Note: Oh boy... Question time! : 1. What do you think senator Murphy wants with Ana?

2. Like Sawyer's boss said, do you think Luke is looking for monsters that aren't there anymore?

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