For My Friend Warrick
No do they do not belong to me...wish they did though.
Nick's Room
"Nick, you have some work to do, you need to wake up, that doctor doesn't want to have to put you back into the hospital now." the voice spoke to him.
Nick could hear Warrick but he couldn't respond, he jsut didn't have the energy to respond.
"Bertha will be glad to hear that you're coming back." he laughed at the mention of his friend needing a sitter.
"I can't. I'm too tired." he thought, unable to speak any words right now, his body fighting something new. Had he been shot?
"Nick you're getting close, you have to wake up, you have work to do." Warrick's voice seemed real,like it was inside of his mind.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm too tired." he spoke to the familiar voice, he didn't feel like fighting anymore.
"Nicky, you're not a quitter so get off your ass and get to work buddy, I need you!" Warrick's angry voice echoed in his head, he needed to wake up but he felt so out of it ,so tired, but he needed to wake up for his friend.
"Nicky,remember, there is a door in the closet, it will save you." He smiled at his friend,"Wake up Nicky, it's time to wake up!"
He opened his eyes to see his doctor looking a a piece of paper and Gregg standing at the foot of his bed smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"What?" he managed to get out of his dry mouth.
"Nick, you're finally awake." Gregg greeted his friend.
"Was I asleep?" he felt groggy.
"You had us worried but your friend here figured it out, you're creatinine level was too high, your body unable to process the meds out of your system so they built up and you became toxic. I gave you some fluid boluses and you seem to be coming around really well." she gave him a smile, feeling relieved that her patient hadn't suffered permanent kidney damage.
He got really quiet and then grimaced,"What about the shooters?" he asked remembering that they were all being shot at, the last thing he actually remembered.
"Well, they're gone for now but they might be back, Brass called in an old friend to help us out, a military man named Thomas Grayson." Gregg informed his friend.
He nodded, he was feeling crappy but he knew that he had a job to do,"Gregg ,get me the files I was working on and also get me the file where Warrick was arrested for Candy's murder." he requested it hoping that they would not interfere, time was running out, he could feel it.
Gregg looked at the doctor, she nodded her approval and he disappeared to go and get the files.
"Sorry about earlier, I really messed up." she admitted, wanting Nick to know that she was truly sorry for what she had done.
"No problem, just don't put me back in the hospital just yet." he seemed to have a renewed mental energy, which surprised her a lot, given his condition.
He reached up with his right arm and pulled himself into a sitting position then sudden realization hit him and he looked underneath the blanket,"No, you didn't."
"I'll get rid of it when the color changes back to clear from that hot pink in the bag." she gave him the doctor look, the one he knew would not be of any assistance in getting his way.
"I hate those things." he threw his head back and closed his eyes until he heard Gregg re-enter the room.
"Here you go Nick." he handed his friend the files, Nick reaching for them and pulling them on his lap.
"Thanks Gregg." he looked down at the files again, there was a connection, he needed to find it, he needed to see what Warrick had seen,what Warrick wanted him to see.
"Hey if you guys don't need me I have some cultures to run, Catherine is going to keep me company for a while." he gave Nick a grin and a raised eyebrow, then left the room.
"Behave Greggo." Nick grinned and went back to studying the files.
Gregg must of really taken off running because he didn't give Nick his usual smartass answer.
Okay Warrick, what is it that you want me to find, he asked himself? You thought Lou Gedda killed Candy, maybe it wasn't Gedda after all,maybe there's a connection that we didn't see before, somebody else in the department.
He started going through the files,why couldn't he see what Warrick wanted him to see? He felt somehow that the files were connected,something familiar.
She was almost thankful that he was going through the files, Dr Roberts was just happy that her patient was at least not attempting to get out of the bed, he had come close with his kidneys, she would need to make sure his elevated creatinine level continued to decrease over the next few days.
She looked out into the hallway, seeing the man Brass had asked to assist with the problem sitting at the security station, looking at the security screens with an intense look on his face.
"Where is everybody?" she asked, a feeling that it was a little bit too quiet,the silence was overwhelming her senses.
"They went to look for their friend, Sara, she disappeared during the gunfire,she was exploring the house or something, the lab boy and Catherine went downstairs to the make-shift lab." he explained, not taking his eyes off the monitor.
"That's strange." Sara didn't seem like the type to be one that would be quiet during a major shoot out, she was getting a bad feeling, the kind of feeling doctor's get when they know a patient is going bad.
"Yeah, Sara is a little too curious for her own good." he mumbled, thinking that the doctor hadn't heard his last words.
"Thanks, I'll see you later." she walked back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her as she walked over to her patient.
"Mr Stokes, I think we might have a problem, we need to get out of here and now." she looked over at Nick who was giving her a 'you got to be kidding 'look.
"What?" Nick was curious as to what was going on in the house.
She flipped the lock to the main door and the door to her bedroom, she knew that her patient was in danger,"I can't explain it but the man Jim brought here is not the man Jim thinks he is, I feel he has done something to your friends." she reached over and disconnected the IV, then drained the foley catheter and removed it.
"What man?" he asked, confused as to what had taken place since he had been out hours ago, he looked at his watch seeing that it was late.
Nick gathered the files, and Dr Roberts helped him get his clothes on, hoping that she was wrong."Here, put this jacket on, it's probably getting cold outside."
"Did you see anybody else out there?" he asked wondering how he would be able to get out of the barred room.
"Nobody, it's dead silent, I got the feeling he was waiting for someone to get here." she was worried,terrified for her patient and for herself.
"Jim would of never brought anybody here that he didn't trust one-hundred percent, he wouldn't put us in danger, I've seen him put his own life on the line too many times." Nick had to think but the drugs and the pain in his shoulder and chest were hampering his ability to concentrate in his normal capacity.
"What if he is like the rest,one of the men who have been hired to get to you. Somebody with a lot of power and ability to ensure they wouldn't get into trouble, he would have to be in control." Dr Roberts was thinking out loud but Nick was listening.
"Dammit, I think I know who it is." he spoke it out loud, but suddenly his world started to explode around him, the walls splintering in the room. An explosion that rocked the foundation of the house.
"Shit!" he yelled,his own body now flat on the floor, he tried to focus his vision, attempting to see where Dr Roberts had gone, knowing he had to try to get her out of danger.
The room they were standing in just seconds before was now in total darkness,a feel of wetness to his head and face evidence that he hadn't come away from the explosion unscathed."Dr Roberts, where are you?" he called out, loud enough for her to respond, she was standing within a few feet of him seconds ago, but he was met with dead silence.
Pieces of the ceiling were falling on him and he shielded himself with his good arm,trying to feel around the floor for his doctor, the smell of smoke filtering in the room.
He reached out to see if he could touch the woman who had risked her life for him, he needed to find her and get her out of the room.
He heard a low groan, his hand now touching something soft, Dr Roberts was underneath a few ceiling boards, he pushed them out of the way and pulled her into his good arm, the smoke in the room starting to make his lungs burn, he was coughing without a breath.
"Dammit, this isn't happening." he muttered to himself, wondering when the next blast would come, trapped in a room, their death room. The oxygen would soon explode if the fire got closer to them, he had to find a way out.
He felt behind him, the closet, hadn't Warrick told him to go in the closet? He laid Dr Roberts body down gently on the floor and reached out to find the door handle, "Found it!" he spoke it as if he was letting her know that he was making progress, he then opened the door,"Okay Warrick, what do I do now?" he asked the question out loud again but Warrick was nowhere around,"Okay, I guess I'm on my own." he felt around the closet and pushed against the wall, it suddenly gave way, a small room was on the other side.
He crawled back out into the bedroom and grabbed the doctor with his good arm and drug her into the room, he was breathless when he had her safe within the metal room, a safe room, he then closed the closet door and felt around for a light, his hand hit a switch and the room was lit.
He reached over and secured the door, a latch and bolt device.
He turned, immediately he saw why the doctor was unable to respond,she had a large gash to the side of her head,his guilt resurfaced at all the people had suffered for him, to protect him from the man they had all trusted.
"Okay, I'm here Warrick, are our friends okay? Talk to me man! I need you!" he yelled out ,tears streaming down his face."Damn, damn, damn." he felt that his whole world was coming apart, his friends probably dead. He leaned his head against the wall, he could hear voices, unfamiliar voices, he had to get moving, he had to find a way out.
Yeah..well I need to know if you like it or not...a stopping point for today...but if you talk to me...maybe more tonight??
