Chapter 6- The Promise

The drive to the hospital took forever. Or at least, that's how it felt to Laurie. She held onto Alexei's hands as tightly as she could without breaking it and found comfort in the knowledge that he was still holding onto her, still looking into her eyes as he fought to stay awake.

Joyce sped through the parking lot and pulling to a screeching stop in front of the emergency room door. Murray pushed opened the car door and ran to find a doctor while Jim helped Laurie carefully get Alexei out of the backseat.

They helped the hurt man up to the door where they were met by a nurse with a stretcher. Jim grabs Alexei's legs as the man sits on the stretcher. Jim swings his legs up on the stretcher and backs off as the nurse and another doctor start to push it inside. Laurie turns to the trio.

"You three go. I'll stay with Alexei," Laurie ordered.

"Lore, Murray should stay," Jim argued.

Laurie shook her head. "I'm FBI. I can translate and I'll keep an eye on him and make sure no more Russians come for him. He told Murray everything you need to know, so Murray goes with you. Now go! You don't have time for this!" she yelled. She gave Jim a quick hug and then headed off into the hospital after Alexei.

She caught up with the nurse and doctor, who had already cut off Alexei's shirt and were starting to put an IV in. "I'm Special Agent Laurie Miller. He doesn't speak English," she explained as they tried to talk to Alexei and ask him what happened. Laurie pulled out her badge to show them. "I'm with the FBI. This man is... he's my partner. He was shot twice in the heart, but was wearing a vest."

The Doctor nodded. "Tell him we'll take care of him. We're going to have to take him into surgery to stop the bleeding."

Laurie leaned over Alexei's face. "You're going to be okay. Just be calm. I'll see you when you get out. I'll be here," she whispered, gently caressing his forehead again.

"Promise?" he asked, staring up at her weakly.

"I Promise, Alyosha." She kissed his forehead and then stepped back, tears pricking her eyes as they wheeled him away to take him to surgery.

Laurie quietly followed a nurse to the waiting room. She took a seat and began impatiently waiting. She worried about Alexei and she worried about Jim. What if the trio weren't able to get into the bunker? What if they did need her help?

Unable to sit still, Laurie stood and began to pace around the waiting room, wringing her hands together. She was normally a fairly calm person. She had been in a shootout before and kept her cool.

So why was she so freaked out about Alexei? She barely knew the guy.

And yet she was here, pacing a hospital waiting room, terrified she might never see the young Russian man again.

Taking a deep breath, Laurie sat down again and putting her heads between her knees, she took several more deep breaths and let them out. After a few minutes of this, she felt calmer. Her heart beat slowed back to normal and head became clear again.

Jim could be trusted. Murray…probably in this case was going to do what he had to. Everything was going to be okay. And Alexei was going to live.

He was. He had to.

Laurie suddenly realized she hadn't called in to her boss all day. Dreading it, but knowing it had to be done, she headed for a payphone and dialed her boss back in St. Louis. Adam James was a bitch of a human being, but who in his position wasn't? Laurie didn't know a single department head in the FBI that was nice.

"Do you fucking know what time it is?" he cussed once she identified herself.

"I'm very aware, sir. But I haven't called in…"

"No, you fucking haven't. You better have a fucking good reason why."

"It's been a very quick series of events and lots of driving." Laurie took a deep breath and began explaining, starting with arriving at Murray's and finding Alexei and getting all the way up to Alexei getting shot. She left out some of the weird stuff regarding another dimension. Adam, to his credit, listened quietly to the entire story.

"And you promised him he could be a citizen if he helped?"

"I promised him I'd help him defect if he helped, which he did."

"Sounds like he got himself shot to me."

An uncomfortable feeling grew in Laurie's gut. She gulped nervously. "If he hadn't given Chief Hopper the information, they wouldn't have even known there was a secret Russian bunker underneath the fucking mall in Hawkins!" Laurie knew getting angry wouldn't help, but God damn if she wasn't going to fight for Alexei. He had helped.

"Don't you fucking yell at me, Miller. You're on thin fucking ice."

Gritting her teeth and grimacing as much as she could without causing herself physical pain, Laurie held the phone away from her face and silently grumbled at the pay phone. She took a deep breath and then brought the phone back to her ear. "Sorry, sir. What I mean, is that Dr. Alexei has provided us with priceless information that has led to uncovering a dangerous Russian mission here on U.S. soil."

"And is the fucking Hawkins Police Department the only law enforcement involved in this?" he questioned.

"No, sir." Laurie grimaced again, knowing what was coming next. "The Department of Energy is also involved?"

"The Department of-…are you fucking kidding me? You disturbed me at eleven o'clock on fucking Fourth of July to tell me that the fucking Department of Energy and Hawkins fucking Police Department are fucking uncovering a goddamn Russian plot to infiltrate and destroy our country?"

Well, when you say it that way…, Laurie thought. "Um, I suppose so, sir. The FBI was also involved, too, you know…because of me. But yes…the Department of Energy." She went quiet as her boss began screaming nonsense on the other end of the phone.

She was definitely not getting a promotion.

"Who-the fuck- at the Department of Energy is involved in this shit show, exactly? Or do you not know that?"

"That would be Dr. Sam Owens, sir."

Adam breathed heavily, and quite angrily, into the phone. "I want you back in St. Louis first thing in the morning and I want that Russian deported. Call the Indy office now and let them know."

"Sir!" Laurie protested.

"This is bullshit, Miller. None of this sounds legitimate. You are being played. Congratulations." He went quiet for a moment as the anger and embarrassment began to fill Laurie. "I thought you were a better agent than this."

A dial tone quickly followed his insult. Laurie stood there for a moment with the phone still at her ear, the familiar horrible feeling of sadness that was welling up in her chest. With a sob, Laurie slammed the phone back on the receiver and went back to where she was sitting.

This was why she hadn't called anyone earlier. There was no way that the FBI would believe any of this was happening and they wouldn't have acted soon enough.

If she didn't go back to St. Louis in the morning, if she didn't contact the Indianapolis FBI to tell them to get Alexei deported, she would most certainly not get the promotion and she very well might get fired. If she tried to wait to get information from this Dr. Owens, to get proof, she would likely still get in trouble at work.

What was she supposed to do? The FBI had been her life for fourteen years. What would she do if she lost her job or got demoted? A few more years and she could retire.

But Alexei…

If she had the FBI deport him, Alexei was certainly dead. The Russian government had already tried to kill him once. He needed to be protected.

He needed to stay.

"FUCK!" Laurie yelled, standing up from the seat to scream down at the floor.

"Excuse me!" A receptionist snapped at Laurie. "This is a quiet place!"

She threw her hands up at the woman and sat back down, putting her head in her hands. This was an impossible situation. Potentially lose her job (or worse. What if Adam accused her of working with the Russians?) or get Alexei killed.

What a choice.

Laurie crossed her arms and leaned her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Before she knew it, she had nodded off, waking suddenly when someone lightly touched her arm. Laurie startled, grabbing the arm of the person who had touched her.

"Sorry," she apologized when she realized it was just the doctor.

He frowned, but nodded. "Your friend is out of surgery and he's doing well. Part of his sternum broke off with the force of the bullets and embedded into this heart, causing the internal bleeding you saw. Luckily, it wasn't in there too far and we were able to remove the broken bone pieces, stop the bleeding, and seal it all up. We'll want to keep him for a few days, but he should be okay."

Laurie let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "Thank you. Can I see him?"

The Doctor nodded and gestured for her to follow him. Laurie walked down the white hospital halls, her mind still trying to come out with a way she could keep Alexei in the country and keep her job.

They finally came to the room that Alexei was in and Laurie stood in the doorway, taking a few deep breaths. There was no reason she had to tell Alexei anything right now.

The Russian was still unconscious, unsurprisingly. Laurie walked up to the side of the bed and took his hand in her own, squeezing gently. She stared down at his face. He looked different without his glasses. He was still handsome, for sure, but the boyish charm was missing. There was some more mature about him without the glasses. Something harder now.

She didn't like it.

Laurie found his glasses on the side table and quickly put them on.

There. That was Alexei.

With her free hand, Laurie reached up and ran her hands through his hair. After watching him for a minute, she reluctantly pulled her hands away from him. She grabbed the nearby chair and pulled it right up to the bed. Grabbing his hand once again, Laurie then laid her head on the bed next to his arm, closed her eyes, and drifted off again.

Her dreams were not good.

She dreamt that Alexei had never put on the vest and that she had found him, after wandering a packed fair for what felt like hours, bleeding on the ground, everyone just wandering around him, ignoring him. And no matter how hard she fought through the crowd, she could never get to Alexei. Never touch him.

Never save him.

Once again, Laurie jerked awake. She checked all of Alexei's machines, making sure he was still alive and breathing, before she sighed in relief. He was okay.

She stood up again, unable to stop herself, and leaned over Alexei to kiss his forehead, tears welling up in her eyes.

How could she possibly choose her job over him? She had only known him for a day and yet the idea of being selfish and saving her job made her feel like a traitor.

"Why do you cry, lyubimaya?" a croaky voice asked. She felt a weak hand touch her head and Laurie gasped as she moved back from Alexei's face.

"Alyosha!" she called out, tears now spilling down her cheeks. "You're awake!" She pressed soft kisses all over his forehead and cheeks.

"I am fine?" he said. Laurie wasn't entirely sure it was a question or a statement.

"The Doctor said your sternum was broken and some pieces went into your heart, so there was bleeding, but it's okay now! You're going to be fine," she said, lowering her voice as she realized she was almost yelling into the poor man's face.

Alexei smiled up at her, though slightly weakly, which made her smile even bigger. "You stayed." He ran a finger down the side of her face.

"I promised," she whispered as she leaned down over him, their noses touching, lips just inches apart. "I promised."