Get Back: Wait
By Alyssa
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, the lovely people at NBC do.
Both parts of the Title are the names of Beatles Songs. Parts of their lyrics will be in the story. You really have to know the tune of them to get the full effect.
This is a continuation of 'The Weak Link' series.

Previously: Dave went to the pretrail for Mr. Mason, he had a bad dream and got mad at Corday when she told Jing Mei about it. Jing Mei and Dave were in an elevator, it began to fall, then the lights went out.

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The light's flashed out...
The abrupt stop of the elevator sent Jing Mei flying into Dave. Jing Mei distantly felt her arm catch on the hand rails surrounding the elevator, as she and Dave tumbled to the floor. Then, just as suddenly as the lights had gone out, they were back on again. Dave groaned from his postion underneath Jing Mei, and she tried to move. This sent a shearing pain all the way up through her arm, and she turned to see it stuck in an unearthly position.
"Are you alright?" Dave asked, still on the floor and tenderly touching his head. Jing Mei managed a groan and motioned towards her arm. Dave saw it and his eyes widened. He seemed to ponder what to do next, then slowly stood up, supporting Jing Mei.
"It's dislocated, It'll have to be set." He explained as he moved forwad to pry her arm out of the hand rails.
"AHHHH!" Jing Mei screamed unintentionally as her arm was extracted. At the moment she couldn't think of a pain more terrible. Dave helped her fall gently to the floor and took in their surroundings. For the first time it registered that the Elevator had stopped and was stuck somewhere.

"This doesn't look good." He muttered quietly.
"What? Me or the elevator." Jing Mei managed through clenched teeth.
"The elevator is stuck, who knows how long we'll be in here." He answered, worry taking over his voice. Jing Mei thought about what he had just said, and she knew she couldn't stand the pain too much longer.
"You have to set my shoulder for me." she rationalized quietly.
"I think we should wait.... until they get us out." Dave answered, his voice growing more and more concerned, as if he wasn't sure they'd ever get out.
"Set it now!" Jing Mei screamed as another wave of pain flooded over her.

Dave walked again towards Jing Mei and tried to assess what he should do next. His head was spinning, and Dave wasn't sure if it was from his fall or his confinement in the elevator. Dave tried to push back his memory of the dream he had had earlier, and the thought of how ironic this was.

He was going to have to pop Jing Mei's shoulder back into place. Her eyes were squinted shut and sweat was begining to drip down her forehead. "Just do it." She whispered softly. Dave nodded and gently began to pick up Jing Mei's arm. Jing Mei was completely emersed in her pain, and was barely aware of what was happening. Before the 'pop' even registered her pain was suddenly subsided. She took a deep breath and sighed in relief. She opened her eyes and looked at Dave thankfully. His look back was also relieved, but it also showed a certain amount of fear.

"Maybe we should push the emergency button." Jing Mei suggested. Dave nodded and walked over to the control panel. He quickly pushed the red button, then he noticed the intercom.
"Hello? Hello?" Dave asked loudly. He began to worry immediately that no one would answer, then a voice came on.
"What seems to be a problem?" It asked him.
"We're stuck." Dave answered dumbly.
"Yes...." The voice answered, "Between the 4th and 5th floor. We're working on it. It may be a while though." He announced in a dull voice.
"I just had to set my collegue's dislocated shoulder, she needs to be examined." Dave pointed out as if the man was stupid.
"I'll relate that to the team. Just sit tight." he answered.

"I'm fine Dave." Jing Mei reassured him and he began to pace the length of the elevator.
"Why would it take them so long?" Dave asked. "Shouldn't they be done by now?"
"We've only been in here... what? 15 minutes?" Jing Mei answered. Dave kept on shaking his head.
"No, we should be out by now." He responded.
"Dave, calm down. I'm sure they have everybody working on it. Everything is going to fine." Jing Mei said; she was exhausted. Dave stopped his pacing to look up. A metal mesh extended over the lights above.
"Dave, your head is bleeding, are you okay?" Jing Mei asked worridly.
"There's no excape hatch." Dave stated incredulously, completely unaware of her question. "How are we supposed to get out?"
Jing Mei tried to keep her eyes open. Why was Dave acting this way? It was almost as if he was....
"Dave, are you claustrophobic?" She asked suddenly. He turned to her as if she was crazy. Then his gaze changed and he answered, "Maybe just a little bit."
Jing Mei sighed. As much as she felt for him, she wasn't in the state to handle this.
"Just calm down, and take deep breaths." was her advice.
"Calm down? How am I suppose to do that?" Dave spat angrily.
~~~
I feel as though you ought to know
That I've been good, as good as I can be.
And if you do, I'll trust in you
And know that you will wait for me.
~~~

Ten more minutes had passed and Jing Mei was feeling better. Dave on the other hand was growing steadily worse. He was sitting with his back to the corner of the elevator. He was sweating profusly and starting to hyperventilate. "Dave, just calm down. I'm sure they're almost done." Jing Mei tried to reassure him. Dave shook his head defiantely.
"No, no they're not." He answered. Jing Mei began to scoot her way towards him. With her good arm she picked up his hand and began to stroke it softly, but Dave didn't seem to notice.

His head started to sway back and forth. He was feeling sick and was on the verge of throwing up. "Uhhhhh...." He moaned, as his stomach continued to turn.
"How long have you been claustrophobic?" Jing Mei asked with mock interest; she just wanted to distract him.
"Since I was a kid." was his only volunteered answer.
"Do you know why?" She asked.
"I didn't take to well to closets." He answered crypticly. His breaths were starting to come faster now, and Jing Mei began to worry he would pass out.
"Dave calm down. Take a deep breath. Dave look at me." She demanded. Dave didn't take notice of her.

She moved again to be straight in front of him. She suddenly heard scratching noises and men's voices coming from the other side of the elevator door. "See Dave? They're coming." She announced happily. Dave still gave her no notice. Jing Mei looked down at him and considered her options. She didn't like seeing him like this; he was breathing faster than what would seem humanly possible, and he looked at the edge of passing out. "Dave, calm down." She said quietly, already knowing it was futile. She couldn't think of anything to do. She had no way to calm him down that she could think of, so she did the first thing that came to her mind.

As she leaned in and kissed him, his sharp breaths immediately ceased. His eyes opened and looked up at her. Despite herself she felt her heart jump and she slowly pulled away. She moved over to the side again and rested against the elevator wall.
"Why did you do that?" Dave asked quietly, his eyes exploring hers.
"Dave..... Somewhere along the line of all that's happened to us; somewhere I fell...." Jing Mei started with a smile.
"No!" Dave cut her off sharply; standing up and glancing at the door.
"No? What?" Jing Mei asked; totally confused and feeling like her heart had deflated and been thrown against a wall.
"No, don't say it. You don't mean it." Dave clarified.
"What do you mean? Of course I mean it!" Jing Mei defended herself.
"No you don't. Trust me." Dave added softly.
"No! Why wouldn't I? Why can't I?" Jing Mei demanded. Dave chose not to answer, and instead turned towards the door. Immediately he had forgotten about the small, inclosed area he was in; and all his symptoms disappeared.

The sounds were coming louder now and the doors started to part. As the doors opened more it was revealed that the floor level was two feet below the level of the elevator. Silently Dave went over and helped Jing Mei to a standing positon. Jing Mei, still too confounded to speak, moved with him to the door of the elevater. Two security men she didn't recognize grabbed her around the waist and lowered her down.
"You hurt?" one asked her. Jing Mei only nodded. "Take her down to the ER." the man called out to the others. Before Jing Mei could protest she was being lead down the hall and towards the stairs.

~~~
Wait till I come back to your side,
We'll forget the tears we cried.

But if your heart breaks,
Don't wait, turn me away.
And if your heart's strong,
Hold on, I won't delay.
~~~

Jing Mei left the exam room with a sling around her arm. She quickly found herself at the admit desk. "Is Dave still around?" she asked.
"He left a little while ago." Luka said
"Is he okay?" Jing Mei asked
"He just had a bump on the head." Luka answered her.
"Yeah, thanks." Jing Mei replied as she turned to leave herself. She wondered briefly if she should go find Dave at his apartment, but quickly decided against it; he probably wasn't in the mood, and she had suddenly grown very tired. Again she wondered why he had said those things to her. Maybe it was just from his fall, she tried to convince herself. Yet, she knew that it was more than that. For all that she had learned about Dave, she didn't understand him. With his blatant rejection of her, she was suddenly aware of how much of her heart was connected with him. Now, instead of the breaking feeling she had expected, her heart seemed barely present. She felt empty and emotionless, and she was confused about what she was feeling and what it meant.

She was in a taxi and on her way home before she recognized that she had left the ER at all. She felt all alone, more so then she had ever felt before. She wondered fleetingly if anyone else had gone through this before her, but she decided to let it go, atleast for tonight.

~~~

"Hey Mike give me a beer, would ya?" Dave asked as he found his way up his favorite stool at the bar.
"Hey Dave, I haven't seen you in.....what? 26 hours?" Mike asked, looking at his watch jokingly, "How's it going?"
"I've had better days." Dave answered truthfully.
"Yeah, you look like shit, no offense." Mike said setting the beer in front of Dave.
"Thanks." Dave took a long drink, almost draining the glass. He was feeling better already. "Hey do me a favor and bring me a shot of whiskey with a beer chaser and keep them coming okay? I want to forget about everything and everyone today." Actually, he didn't want to forget about Jing-Mei. Her kiss had surprised him, but the more he thought about it, the more he enjoyed it. But, he meant what he said when he told her to not get involved with him...he was trouble.

"Don't you have to work tomorrow or are you still suspended?" Mike asked concerned. He liked Dave, he was a nice kid and Mike had known him a long time.
"I was reinstated but I'm off tomorrow." Dave sighed running his hands through his hair, he winced as he touched the egg on the back of his head.
"What, did you get suspended again?" Mike asked.
"No, I banged my head so they sent me home to rest." Dave answered as he swallowed another gulp.
"Is something bothering you Dave?" Mike asked, noticing that Dave's hands were shaking and he was pale.
"Nothing a good night of boozing won't cure." Dave said with a smile.

~~~
Wait till I come back to your side,
We'll forget the tears we cried.
~~~

Dave staggered out of the bar alone; not that he didn't try to bring someone home. It was probably for the best, anyway... he was so drunk, probably too drunk to do anything except pass out. When he finally made it to his apartment, it took all of his concentration to unlock the door. Dave didn't notice Mr. Lowe across the street in the car, nor did he realize that his picture was being taken. When Dave got in his apartment he saw that the light on his answering machine was flashing. Dave played back the message, and prayed that it wasn't Ray. "Malucci, it's Dr. Weaver where the hell are you? Call me when you get in. I'll be home after 7 p.m. My home number is 555-4569. I want to set up a meeting with you to discuss the terms of your return to work. The terms you agreed to. Call me. Bye." Kerry's voice came sharp over the recorded message

Dave sighed, "I can't catch a break today." Dave dialed Dr. Weaver's number with great difficulty. "Hello?"
"Chief, it's me." Dave answered stupidly.
"Dave, I've been paging you all day. Where have you been? We sent you home to rest." Kerry asked. She could tell by the slurring that he was drunk.
"I shut my beeper off, you sent me home to rest so I didn't see the point in having it on. Why?" Dave asked trying to keep the anger out of his voice. She reminded him of his mother in some ways, but why was she so mean to him all the time? Couldn't she see how much he respected her, and how much he needed her to like him?
"I set up an appointment for you." Weaver said matter of factly.
"What kind of appointment?" Dave asked, suddenly worried.
"With Kim Legaspi." Kerry answered steadily.
"What?" Dave snapped. Kerry couldn't be doing this, not again.
"It was part of the terms of you coming back to the ER and you know it." Kerry yelled. "Fine!" Dave conceded, "What time tomorrow?" Dave sat down at the kitchen table, he knew that it wouldn't be long before he passed out.

"How about 8 a.m.?" Kerry asked.
"Chief, no offense but I don't think I'll be up until noon, I've had a few cocktails tonight." Dave explained laughing at himself. Suddenly this whole event seemed funny and he could not stop laughing.
"It sounds like you had more than a few." Kerry stated, pursing her lips in concentration; she tried to proceed cautously. "You've been drinking quite a lot lately haven't you?" She asked, concerned.
"Yeah, well I haven't had much else to do." Dave snapped venomously.
"Well according to Jing-Mei and Carter you've been drinking a lot since you're father returned. Are you okay?" Kerry said.
"Stepfather, Dr. Weaver, he's my stepfather. I don't have a father, he died when I was a kid." Dave corrected. "Is noon okay or not?" He asked in clipped phrases.
"Noon will be fine, Dave. I'll make the appointment with Legaspi for 12:30 and you can meet with Mark and me at noon." Kerry answered noticing that he avoided her question. "Fine, bye." Dave said hanging up quickly. Before Kerry could ask if he was okay again, Dave was off the line, "Bye Dave." She said to the empty line.

~~~
It's been a long time,
Now I'm coming back home.
I've been away now
Oh, how I've been alone.
~~~

Jing Mei woke up crying. In her dream she had been at the hospital and Dave had come in.... dead. His face had looked disturbingly at peace, and was completely untouched in his bicycle accident; but his beautiful body was mangled. It was in her dream that she realized that she didn't want to live without him. Her dream, so realistic, had brought her to the deepest, darkest place she had ever gone. Jing Mei had felt more sadness in that one dream than in the rest of her life combined. As she stood, she continued crying. Now recognizing it was a dream, she tried to calm herself. Dave is not dead! He is probably sleeping right now at home. I'll see him in a couple of days... She tried to reassure herself.

She found herself pacing through her kitchen. She glanced at the telephone, but tried to resist the urge that sprung up in her. Finally, she grabbed it and quickly dialed his number. As the phone rang once, her heart fell; maybe he was dead. The phone rang a second, third, and forth time. With each ring Jing Mei's heart fell more and more; her lips began to quiver.
"What?" And irritated voice burst onto the line. Through the hangover and moody mask, Jing Mei could still recognize Dave's voice.
"Hello?" Dave asked again.
"You're alive." Jing Mei heard herself say softly, her voice trembling with emotion.
"What? Who is this?" Dave asked. There was a long pause on both sides of the line. Jing Mei continued to breath softly and cherished the moment of happiness his rough voice had brought her.
"Jing Mei?" Dave asked suddenly, his voice noticably softer and quieter.
"Dave...." Jing Mei tried to articulate. Neither one of them knew what they were supposed to do next. Neither one of them had anything to say. A click, and Dave had disconnected and Jing Mei was left feeling empty and alone again. She hung up the phone and sat at the kitchen table, and cried.

~~~
Get back! Get back!
Get back to where you once belonged.
~~~

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