Chapter 52-Phone Call
Molly looked about her assigned room. She was an idiot. Why had she not told House what she had seen? She was too much in the habit of keeping quiet and trying to protect others.
She looked around the room for a weapon she could use on the Division agent who no doubt had come here after her. It was the same agent, Michael, who had shown up after Nikita's phone call. Her pockets had been emptied after the drugs had been administered the day before and so her scalpel was not on her person. She grabbed the empty IV pole. It would have to do, and she hid behind the door. She was grateful to be in a room without observation windows.
She did not wait long before the door squeaked open. She quickly jammed the bottom of the stand in the agent's face but stopped short of actually touching him.
"Whoa!" the man said in response with eyes wide. He held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "I know what you're thinking, but I'm working with Nikita."
Molly held her ground. "Prove it." She said through clenched teeth.
"I'm going to reach in my pocket and pull out a phone but perhaps we can go in your room so we don't draw the nurses' attentions?" Michael said in a calming manner from the doorway.
"Hand me your gun." Molly demanded.
Michael moved slowly and pulled his weapon out handing the butt of it to the strangely armed woman. Molly took the gun in one hand and released the IV pole with it. Michael reached out quickly to balance the pole and once Molly had a good handle on the gun she released it completely. Molly backed up letting Michael come in. He shut the door behind him and put the pole down.
"Okay?" Michael asked receiving a non-verbal affirmation from Molly. "I'm going to reach for a burn phone now all right?"
Molly nodded again but pointed the gun at the Division agent. "Put it on speaker."
Michael was surprised at the demands she was making. Apparently she knew a thing or two about safety and negotiations. He could have taken her out if he had wanted to but that was not his purpose. Michael dialed the number as Molly moved to the other side of the room putting the bed between them. The two strangers waited as the phone rang and then a voice answered.
"Michael?" Molly recognized Nikita's voice.
"You were right. She's a smart girl. Wanted proof."
"Nikita? What is going on? Why is he here?"
"He's a friend. Listen, I know this is going to be hard but we need to ask you a favor." Nikita spoke in soothing tones.
Molly lowered the gun but still held on to it.
"Is my husband with you?"
"How did you-"
"Is my husband with you?" Molly spoke with more force the second time.
"Yes, but-"
"I want to speak with him."
"I don't think that's such a good idea-"
"I'm not going to even listen to your request until I speak with him."
"Okay, okay. Give me a second will ya?"
A knock on the door startled both the agent and the woman holding a gun in her hand. Molly shoved the gun under the pillow with lighting speed.
"Hey," Cameron stuck her head in. "How are ya doin?"
"Fine," Molly said wishing the doctor would go away quickly.
"You should be in bed." Cameron admonished and then eyed the new face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't believe we've met."
"This is Tom." Molly bit her lip hoping she would buy the lie. "He's my bodyguard from England."
"Oh, wow. Nice to meet you." Cam turned back to Molly. "Get in bed. You need to rest. Are you hungry?"
"Just want to stretch my legs a bit first," Molly bent up and down. "Not hungry yet. Thank you though." Molly's words came out stiff.
"All right. Well, just push the call button if you need anything." And with that the doctor left. Molly sighed a breath of relief.
"Nikita, are you still there?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, we're here."
"Sherlock?" Molly asked.
"Molly?" She could hear his erratic breathing. "Molly, are you all right?"
"Sherlock! Are you okay? Mycroft said you were injured. I miss you. I miss you so much!" Molly started blubbering as she tried to ask a million questions at once.
"I know this is an emotional time for you but we don't have time for this." Michael interrupted.
"What's going on?" Sherlock demanded to know.
"We need to buy you some more time with the black boxes. Percy is getting anxious. He wants me to take her in."
