Terribly Sorry


"I know she's your wife. I know you love her." Dean nodded, "But this shit is gonna get us all in trouble. And I don't mean a slap on the wrist." He said.

"She was defending herself. What was she supposed to do?" Punk asked them, "He came at her. He was gonna take her back to Russia and then what? It's not just her that was in danger but it was my kid too. She did what she had to do and she's covered her tracks." He said.

"It's not who we are. We've all changed and it's because of her. To accommodate her. She's your wife but she ain't mine." Dean said.

"Well then as my best friend can you just see this through. Can you put yourself in my shoes for just a second." Punk said, "All of you." He said, looking at them all.

"You've lost your way, man. You really have." Dean shook his head as the door to their room opened up.

"The elevator is stuck." A normal office worker said as Punk turned around.

"Do we look like the fucking fire department in here?" Punk asked angrily.

"Kat is inside. Third floor said they could hear her screaming but now it's dead silent." He said as Punk shook his head.

"What?" Punk gulped, following him out whilst Dean, Eve and Seth followed behind, "Have you called the fire department?" Punk asked as the man nodded.

"It looks like there's a jam in the system. I went into the control rooms." The man said, "The fire department are on their way. It's stuck between the fourth floor and the third."

Punk ran off to the stairs, running down to the third floor and rushing over to the elevator entrance which some people had gathered.

"April!" Punk yelled at the doors, trying to see up through the gap, people wondering why he was calling for April when none of them knew her by that name, "Have we got cameras in there?" He asked someone he didn't even know who was gathered.

"I think so." The woman nodded who he had asked, "You'll probably find them in the control room downstairs." She told him as he ran off downstairs, bursting into the control room which was strangely empty.

He looked around at the screens and got the footage in the elevator, looking on as he could see AJ was lying on the floor of the elevator not moving. He also could see the blood all over the floor and the walls.

"April." Punk said desperately, rushing back out of the room and heading back upstairs, calling 911 for an ambulance as he realised she wasn't just stuck in the elevator, her life was quite frankly in danger, as well as the babies. He didn't know where the blood was coming from. If it was to do with the baby, if it was something else. He was terrified.

He watched as the fire department came into the floor.

"How long has she been in there?" One of them asked as they began to get tools out.

"Uh… 10, 15 minutes maybe." Punk said, "It's my wife… she's pregnant and I think there's something wrong. You have to get her out. She's bleeding and-"

"We're gonna do everything we can to get her out quick and fast, ok?" He nodded to Punk, "An ambulance is on their way. How far along is she?"

"Uh… she's 37 weeks." Punk nodded, trying to stay calm, "I think it's stuck between the floors."

"We've got some people in the basement and in the control room, to see if we can unlock whatever the jam is." He said as Punk nodded, "Right now we need everyone to stay back and if possible evacuate the two floors."

It didn't take anyone a second telling. Everyone left the floors which the department were working on whilst Punk stayed. He had to give it to the fire department, for something that seemed so complicated, it took them all of four minutes to work together and unlock the elevator, moving it down to the third floor and opening up the doors to get AJ out.

"Oh my God." Punk shook his head, seeing AJ lying on the floor, blood all over the walls and the floor. He went into immediate shock at such a sight and watched as EMT's arrived and quickly got AJ out of the elevator.

"What's wrong with her? Has she hurt herself?" Punk asked, still unaware of where the bleeding was coming from, but as he noticed the slightly darker shade at the top of her jeans, he put it together and unfortunately realised his wife and baby were in danger.

"She needs to go to hospital right now." The EMT nodded as they got AJ into the gurney and got her out as Punk stood looking at the elevator.

"Phil." Eve rushed out from the stairwell, pausing when she saw the elevator as Dean and Seth followed behind her, pausing as they saw the elevator.

"Oh my God." Dean whispered.

"What's going on? What happened to her?" Eve asked Punk who just ignored her, walking by them and heading out of the building to go to the hospital.

"Jesus Christ." Seth looked in at the elevator, seeing the bloody handprints on the mirror, the blood on every single button, some on the floor, "Did she hurt herself?"

"No, it's the baby." Eve shook her head, knowing by the colour of blood that it wasn't just bleeding from a cut head or arm.

"How bad is this?" Dean asked Eve who studied the elevator.

"This is bad." Eve shook her head with a lump in her throat.


"My wife she's… she was in an accident at work. Stuck in an elevator, there might be… something wrong with the baby." Punk nodded, "Can you take me to her?" He asked, only functioning on shock as the woman looked on at the monitor in front of her.

"Mrs Brooks is in emergency surgery right now and an emergency C-section." The woman nodded, "I can take you round but I can't let you into the room."

"She's having the baby?" Punk shook his head as the woman nodded.

"You'll have to wait outside." The woman said.

"Y-Yeah. Ok. Just take me." Punk nodded, wanting to be as close to AJ as he possibly could.

He followed the nurse round to where he was standing outside the surgery room, pacing up and down, wondering how this would play out. He was a mess, desperately trying to stay calm, wondering if his wife and baby were ok. He'd never been so scared in all his life.

He waited for a while until finally the door opened.

"Mr Brooks." The woman appeared as Punk turned around, looking on at the moving little baby in her arms, making soft noises as Punk placed his hand over his forehead, "Your wife had a baby girl. Congratulations." She smiled, walking over to him as Punk looked on at the baby girl, so tiny but so precious and healthy in her arms.

Punk took the baby who was wrapped up in a blanket, straight from the nurse, smiling to himself as he looked down at her. She was just like AJ and she was perfect.

"She's beautiful." The nurse nodded as Punk smiled, nodding in agreement, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked on at the gorgeous baby girl. He was so caught up in her beauty and spent a few minutes just staring at her.

"Uh… my wife…" Punk looked up from the baby girl, looking on at the nurse who looked at him, "How is she doing?" He nodded as the nurse looked at him, clasping her hands together as Punk looked at her funnily.

"Mr Brooks I'm sorry but we… we lost your wife." She nodded as Punk looked at her, tilting his head with confusion, genuinely not able to digest that sort of statement.

"What?" Punk shook his head, "No… no the EMT's said she was breathing. No." He shook his head, assuring himself that there was no way this was happening.

"We lost her in surgery. She lost a lot of blood. Too much." The nurse said, "She died at 6.52pm. A minute after your daughter was born." She said, "I'm terribly sorry." She shook her head as Punk just looked at her.

"You're lying." Punk shook his head. There was no way he was believing such a thing, "Why are you lying to me?" He asked.

"I know this is difficult." The nurse placed her hand on his arm as Punk walked away from her, walking down the corridor, looking down at the baby girl in his arms, her big brown eyes glistening, her little mouth moving as she made soft new born baby noises.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He wouldn't believe it.


"Phil." Eve walked over to Punk who was sitting on a chair in the hospital corridor. She immediately sat down beside him and wrapped her arms around him tightly, even though he wasn't hugging her back and was staying remotely stick, she still hugged him just as tight, "I'm so sorry." Eve said, muffled against his shoulder as Punk just sat lifelessly with nothing to say.

"Where… Where is the baby?" Eve asked him, pulling back from the hug.

"She's in the nursery down the hall." Punk said as Eve nodded.

"Is she ok?" Eve asked him.

"She's perfect." Punk nodded, sitting playing with his hands as Eve watched him.

"Phil, we're here for you." Eve shook her head, "All of us." She said as Punk looked up and saw Dean and Seth appeared behind Eve.

"I want you all to go away." Punk said calmly. He was still in shock and sitting there, he just didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know how to feel. He felt nothing.

"Phil." Dean sighed, a lump in his throat, this was the last thing any of them wanted, "Phil, we're so sorry." Dean shook his head, a tear running down his cheek as Punk looked at him.

"No. You're relieved." Punk said as Dean looked across at him.

"Phil. No." Dean said.

"Can you all just-" Punk placed his hands over his face, "Go away." Punk said, "Please." He said with desperation as Eve looked at him.

"You shouldn't be alone right now." Eve shook her head.

"Are you guys gonna make me yell?" He turned to them, his eyes heavy, a lump in his throat, "Please just leave me alone." He said as Eve nodded, placing her hand on his arm.

"We'll… we'll see you tomorrow." Eve nodded as Punk just ignored her. She stood up, nodding to Seth and Dean who really didn't know what to say at all. It seemed so tragic that AJ, a woman who had been through hell and back, who had fought her entire life, had suddenly been defeated by a faulty elevator and childbirth. It didn't make sense.

Punk watched as they left, running his hands over his face as the nurse approached him.

"Mr Brooks." She said as Punk looked up, "Your daughter is due a feed if… if you'd like to come feed her?" She questioned. As staff they were doing all they could to support Punk at such a hard time.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, standing up and following her down the corridor. He felt like he was in a nightmare. He wouldn't believe that he had lost his wife. The one person in the world that understood him, that was there for him, his best friend.

He walked into the nursery with the nurse, walking over to his daughter who he felt guilty for not being so overjoyed by her arrival. It was hard to celebrate her and mourn his wife. It was something he just couldn't handle.

He picked her up from the bassinet. She was so precious and beautiful. Like a little angel. Her skin was soft and the same tone as AJ's, her eyes big and innocent, her tinty delicate features just made her all the more special.

"Here you go. Let's see how she goes." The nurse smiled, passing the bottle to Punk who nodded, lowering it to the baby's mouth as she latched on immediately, "Look at that." The nurse smiled, "You're a natural." She nodded as Punk looked down at the baby girl suckling on the bottle.

"She's just hungry." Punk dismissed as the nurse looked at him.

"Does she have a name yet?" She asked him.

"No." Punk shook his head, "My wife and I never discussed any names. We said we…." He paused, taking a deep breath, "We'd wait to see the baby before we chose anything. Together." He shook his head. This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all. AJ was supposed to be here, holding their daughter, deciding on a name together.

"I see." The nurse nodded, "Well you let me know when you've decided." She said as Punk nodded, "You can… see your wife tomorrow." She said as Punk looked at her, "Some people think it's good for closure. To have a… final goodbye." She nodded as Punk just looked up to avoid his tears rolling out.

"I… I'll think about it." Punk shook his head. His mind was all over the place. He'd never felt so lost in all his life.

"Of course." The nurse nodded, looking on at the baby girl and smiling, "She's really beautiful." She said as Punk nodded.

"She is." Punk said. Perhaps if it wasn't for the baby girl, he'd be completely lost. She was a purpose when everything else was telling him to give up. She was keeping him from falling over completely. But she couldn't quite take the pain away which he felt right now.

"I'll give you some time alone with her." The nurse nodded.

"Was there really nothing you could do?" Punk asked before the nurse could leave.

"We did everything we could." The nurse said, "She lost a lot of blood. Her body went into shock. Our priority was the baby and once we got her… it was just too late." She nodded, "There are people you can talk to." She said.

"I don't want to talk to anyone." Punk shook his head as the nurse just nodded, "When can I take her home?" He asked.

"You should be able to take her home tomorrow." The nurse nodded.

"Ok." Punk said, "Thank you." He nodded. He was grateful to have his daughter healthy, and he knew that was down to the nurses and doctors in the hospital.

The nurse nodded and left the room as Punk sat over on the chair in the corner, looking down at the baby girl who took her bottle, sighing to himself as he realised… it was just the two of them now.


"How is she?" Johnny Shelby, a leader among many other things said, sitting on his phone as he sat in his office in Germany.

"She's out of it. She's in a coma but she's alive." The doctor on the phone said, "The husband will be given the chance to see her."

"Can you make her look like she's dead?" Johnny questioned.

"Well she's in a coma. We can do our best." He said, "Tell me how on earth this is all going to work out?"

"You don't have to worry about that. You're just a small part in all of this." Johnny said, lighting up a cigarette, "She'll be transferred when the time is right. When she's ready. Your job is to make everyone aware, especially the husband, that she's dead and gone." He said, "You've worked with me for a long time now. Tell me you can do it?"

"I can but… this is the CIA. Don't underestimate them." The doctor said.

"I won't, but I don't underestimate myself either." He said, "Where are you keeping her just now?"

"Well she's in the morgue." The doctor said, "With the correct machines of course."

"As long as she's still breathing I don't care where she is." Johnny admitted, "Did the kid make it?"

"Yeah. I'm surprised." The doctor shook his head.

"Well it wasn't supposed to." Johnny said, "We all love a bit of good news, though I suppose." He shrugged, "Keep me posted with the husband. Once that's all out of the way, we can get her transferred." He said as the doctor nodded, "Just keep your eye on the husband, especially if he goes to see her body. Make sure he doesn't catch on that she's fucking breathing." He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, sir." The doctor nodded.

"I'll call again tomorrow for an update. Good job." Johnny nodded, hanging up on the call and putting his phone down on his desk.