TITLE : Compromising Situation
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : PG
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : Ah, good ol' part five. grin Enjoy mates!
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.5) -------------------------------
December 25th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
It had been at least three hours since the team had arrived in Vancouver. Three hours since they feared the worst for their leader. Three hours since they sat there helplessly, waiting for the permission to see their friend. Grace and George had managed to doze off a little, and John just stared straight ahead. Finally, a nurse walked up to them. "Are you here for Mr. Malone?" She asked. When they all nodded silently, she let out a shy smile. "There's no need to be worried. He's going to make it." She started to walk away timidly. "You can see him, now. But he needs his rest . . . "
"Leave it to Bailey to scare us senseless." John remarked as they got up and stretched their legs.
"I'm just glad he made it out alive." George said, walking towards Bailey's room.
"Doesn't he always?" Grace quipped as they stepped inside. The stable rhythmic beeping of the heart-monitor seemed rather comforting as they watched Bailey silently.
"Think he's awake?" George whispered.
"Man, this guy has got to stop getting shot at." John shook his head, with a small grin. He walked up to Bailey. "Hey there slugger." He said, giving Bailey a play punch on his arm.
"John . . . " Bailey's voice was gruff. "I'm not above hitting you." Bailey joked, and broke out into a weak smile.
"What?" John lifted up his hands as Grace pushed him aside.
"Stop being condescending, Grant." She said, with a laugh. They all tried to keep the mood light, knowing that it would inevitably help Bailey recover. She placed a hand on his chest, and kissed his forehead. "I hear you gave the doctors a hard time."
"Someone has to give them a run for the money they make." Bailey said, though it sounded more like he coughed it out.
George looked around the room. "Where's Sam? I thought you guys went to B.C. together?"
Bailey inhaled deeply, and exhaled even slower. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and ran down the side of his cheek. "I lost her . . . " It was barely a whisper, but time stood still as the team exchanged looks with eachother. "I couldn't protect her . . . "
"It was Jack who shot you?" John said, finally understanding. They hadn't even asked why he was in ICU - all they cared about was his well-being.
"I can't even protect her now!" Bailey started to get worked up. "She's at the mercy of some sick bastard, and I'm lying in a freaking hospital bed, when she needs me the most!" His normal, caring coffee-brown eyes suddenly transformed into those of a madman's. "I said . . . I vowed that I would protect her, and I can't even do that right!" Bailey finally closed his eyes, and his breathing gently returned back to normal. "I made a silent promise to her that I would get her back in time for New Year . . . " He looked at them, and their hearts broke at the sight of the amount of pain in his eyes. "If she's . . . "
George placed a hand on top of Bailey's and gave it a light squeeze. "We'll find her, boss."
"Yeah, don't worry Malone. Just get better - you're no help to Sam or even yourself when you're in this condition." John said, patting him on his good shoulder.
Bailey suddenly realized that he'd been acting like a self-centered jerk; only worried about himself and his own state, and he failed to realize that his team had given up their Christmas to fly all the way to Vancouver. "You should be back home with your families." Bailey said, weakly.
"Bailey," Grace smiled, "we all consider you part of our families." She said sincerely. "Now get some rest. The rest of us will start searching. George and I will check the hotel rooms that you and Sam were staying in, and John will do some questioning around."
The team nodded in unison, and they all left. Grace stayed a little behind and watched Bailey through the window. «What that poor man must be going through.» She said, as she watched him bite down on his knuckles to stifle the pained sobs that violently shook his body. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she walked briskly down the hall. «Don't worry, Bailey. We'll find her . . . »
--TBC--
AUTHOR : Karen Gomes (pyrie@hotmail.com)
CATEGORY : SBR
RATING : PG
SPOILERS : Probably
DISCLAIMER : All of the known characters/premises/plots belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY : Bailey's actions leads to Sam's capture by Jack, and revelations ensue.
NOTES : Ah, good ol' part five. grin Enjoy mates!
Cheers!
Gomes.
------------------------------- Compromising Situation (pt.5) -------------------------------
December 25th -- Delta Hospital, British Columbia
It had been at least three hours since the team had arrived in Vancouver. Three hours since they feared the worst for their leader. Three hours since they sat there helplessly, waiting for the permission to see their friend. Grace and George had managed to doze off a little, and John just stared straight ahead. Finally, a nurse walked up to them. "Are you here for Mr. Malone?" She asked. When they all nodded silently, she let out a shy smile. "There's no need to be worried. He's going to make it." She started to walk away timidly. "You can see him, now. But he needs his rest . . . "
"Leave it to Bailey to scare us senseless." John remarked as they got up and stretched their legs.
"I'm just glad he made it out alive." George said, walking towards Bailey's room.
"Doesn't he always?" Grace quipped as they stepped inside. The stable rhythmic beeping of the heart-monitor seemed rather comforting as they watched Bailey silently.
"Think he's awake?" George whispered.
"Man, this guy has got to stop getting shot at." John shook his head, with a small grin. He walked up to Bailey. "Hey there slugger." He said, giving Bailey a play punch on his arm.
"John . . . " Bailey's voice was gruff. "I'm not above hitting you." Bailey joked, and broke out into a weak smile.
"What?" John lifted up his hands as Grace pushed him aside.
"Stop being condescending, Grant." She said, with a laugh. They all tried to keep the mood light, knowing that it would inevitably help Bailey recover. She placed a hand on his chest, and kissed his forehead. "I hear you gave the doctors a hard time."
"Someone has to give them a run for the money they make." Bailey said, though it sounded more like he coughed it out.
George looked around the room. "Where's Sam? I thought you guys went to B.C. together?"
Bailey inhaled deeply, and exhaled even slower. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and ran down the side of his cheek. "I lost her . . . " It was barely a whisper, but time stood still as the team exchanged looks with eachother. "I couldn't protect her . . . "
"It was Jack who shot you?" John said, finally understanding. They hadn't even asked why he was in ICU - all they cared about was his well-being.
"I can't even protect her now!" Bailey started to get worked up. "She's at the mercy of some sick bastard, and I'm lying in a freaking hospital bed, when she needs me the most!" His normal, caring coffee-brown eyes suddenly transformed into those of a madman's. "I said . . . I vowed that I would protect her, and I can't even do that right!" Bailey finally closed his eyes, and his breathing gently returned back to normal. "I made a silent promise to her that I would get her back in time for New Year . . . " He looked at them, and their hearts broke at the sight of the amount of pain in his eyes. "If she's . . . "
George placed a hand on top of Bailey's and gave it a light squeeze. "We'll find her, boss."
"Yeah, don't worry Malone. Just get better - you're no help to Sam or even yourself when you're in this condition." John said, patting him on his good shoulder.
Bailey suddenly realized that he'd been acting like a self-centered jerk; only worried about himself and his own state, and he failed to realize that his team had given up their Christmas to fly all the way to Vancouver. "You should be back home with your families." Bailey said, weakly.
"Bailey," Grace smiled, "we all consider you part of our families." She said sincerely. "Now get some rest. The rest of us will start searching. George and I will check the hotel rooms that you and Sam were staying in, and John will do some questioning around."
The team nodded in unison, and they all left. Grace stayed a little behind and watched Bailey through the window. «What that poor man must be going through.» She said, as she watched him bite down on his knuckles to stifle the pained sobs that violently shook his body. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she walked briskly down the hall. «Don't worry, Bailey. We'll find her . . . »
--TBC--