Dylan couldn't believe she was actually considering this. Take Seamus
O'Grady in? After he had tried to kill her and her friends? And for how
long?
A billion questions popped into her head as she drove back to her apartment. She had to get some rest, she had stayed up the whole night waiting for Seamus.
Suddenly her cell phone rang.
"Dylan, it's Natalie. Charlie's about to call." Dylan rolled her sleepy eyes at Natalie as she turned her car around to head towards the agency.
"I'll be right there." Dylan moaned out. Without waiting for a reply, Dylan hung up. They had just finished one of their most important missions the day before, and already they had to get back to work.
The whole way to the agency, Dylan kept thinking about Seamus. What would she do? She could just let whoever ship him to an institute, but then. Who would want to spend the rest of their lonely years there? It would be torture if you didn't have any memory.
Then again, this was a crazy lunatic who only wanted revenge on her. So then he wouldn't remember that he wanted to kill her.
Dylan snapped back to reality as she pulled into the agencies parking lot.
"I'm here. And you won't believe what happened..." Right as Dylan walked in door, she was greeted by hugs.
"We heard about Seamus. We're so sorry." Natalie and Alex took both of her arms and pulled her to the couch.
"We have to think of a plan to take him down." Natalie said leaning back on one of the couch pillows.
"We just have to ship him off to jail then..."
"Guys, I have something really important to tell you..." Before Dylan could finish her sentence, the phone rang.
"Good Morning Angels." Charlies wise voice traveled from the speakers to the angels in a comforting way.
"Morning Charlie. Seamus O'Grady survived the fall he had last night." Natalie immediately stated.
"Charlie, Natalie, Alex. There's something I have to tell you." The angels turned to her in curiosity.
"Last night I got a call from the hospital. I went down there, and guess who was waiting." Natalie eyes got huge.
"Seamus O'Grady."
"That's right. They amputated his leg, and found out that he has memory lose. He can't remember anything. I'm not sure if the memory lose is permanent though. They told me, since he has no family or friends to turn to, that I have to take him in."
"Are they crazy?" Alex didn't look too happy about the news.
"Dylan, you don't have to take him in." Charlie confirmed in his concerned voice.
"I know. But think. He'll be sent to some institute, no memory or clue as to what the heck is going on. I wouldn't want to live like that. Would you?" Natalie nodded her head in agreement.
"I think you should take him in."
"What? Nat, remember. This is the guy that tried to murder us all. He's a homicidal freak. And you think Dylan should just take him into her home?" Alex asked. Natalie stood up and started to pace.
"She doesn't have to keep him forever. After a while he can get his own place to live, maybe get some of his memory back. Then everything will be fine." Natalie said with a perky smile.
"But what if he gets his memory back, all of it. And tries to kill Dylan. This is something you should take into consideration." Alex warned. Dylan nodded, understanding the risk. But Dylan was known for taking risks. It was part of her job.
Then again, this was Seamus O' Grady.
"Look guys, I'm still undecided. But before I go, what do you have to say Charlie?" There was a slight silence before they heard slight static from the speaker box.
"About Seamus, or why you're here right now?" Alex heaved a sigh. "Both."
"Um, about Seamus. Dylan should make her own decision. About work, I'm giving you all a couple of weeks off. You three should enjoy yourself. You worked really hard. I have to go. Good bye angels." They heard a click on the other line.
"Well girls, I gotta take off." Dylan jogged towards the doors, trying to make a quick escape.
"Why so soon?"
Dylan was about to make the point that she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night, but then her cell phone rang.
"Yes?" She asked with a sigh.
"Ms. Sanders. Seamus is ready to go home, if his home is with you?" This was the moment. The moment she had to choose.
Take Seamus in, or don't?
"I'll be right over."
***************************
"Ms. Sanders. We're so glad you made it." Dylan had just stepped through the hospital doors, and found Seamus in a wheel chair ready to go. The doctor was standing right behind him, smiling. Maybe he was happy to get rid of him?
"Yeah, I'm here." Dylan slightly moaned out.
"Well, here are his belongings." The doctor handed Dylan a small box. There wasn't much in it though, just a wallet and his denim jacket he had worn when he was trying to kill her the night before.
Dylan had to sign some papers, but that only took about three minutes. Than Seamus and Dylan were ready to go...
"Are we going home now?" Seamus asked with a stupid smile as Dylan guided him to the car.
"Uh, sure." Dylan opened the car door, then started to help Seamus in. "I can do it myself." He protested.
Dylan let him, then took the wheel chair and put it in the back seat.
The way home was very awkward. Silence the whole way.
When they finally made it back to Dylan's apartment, Dylan realized a problem.
No ramps, no elevator. Just two flights of stairs.
"Ugh, I guess I'll have to carry you." Dylan slowly walked over to the passenger side and started to try and pick up Seamus.
He was so heavy. What did she expect? He's all muscle.
"This isn't going to be easy." Dylan tried to get out as she climbed the first flight of stairs.
"But it's so much fun." Seamus happily expressed, which made Dylan even more frustrated.
"Listen, shut up. This is hard enough without you babbling." Seamus smiled faded as Dylan started on the second flight.
They finally made it to her apartment, in total silence.
"I'm gonna put you on the couch and then I'll go get your chair." Dylan stated as she started to head inside. Seamus didn't say a word, in fear it might get him into trouble.
When Dylan returned with the chair, Seamus was reading her "People" magazine upside down, giggling at the pictures.
"They look weird." Seamus laughed as he pointed to an upside down picture of Harrison Ford.
"Listen Seamus. You get to sleep here, on the couch. There's the TV, knock yourself out. I gotta get some sleep. Here's your wheel chair if you gotta get up from the couch. See ya in about four hours."
A billion questions popped into her head as she drove back to her apartment. She had to get some rest, she had stayed up the whole night waiting for Seamus.
Suddenly her cell phone rang.
"Dylan, it's Natalie. Charlie's about to call." Dylan rolled her sleepy eyes at Natalie as she turned her car around to head towards the agency.
"I'll be right there." Dylan moaned out. Without waiting for a reply, Dylan hung up. They had just finished one of their most important missions the day before, and already they had to get back to work.
The whole way to the agency, Dylan kept thinking about Seamus. What would she do? She could just let whoever ship him to an institute, but then. Who would want to spend the rest of their lonely years there? It would be torture if you didn't have any memory.
Then again, this was a crazy lunatic who only wanted revenge on her. So then he wouldn't remember that he wanted to kill her.
Dylan snapped back to reality as she pulled into the agencies parking lot.
"I'm here. And you won't believe what happened..." Right as Dylan walked in door, she was greeted by hugs.
"We heard about Seamus. We're so sorry." Natalie and Alex took both of her arms and pulled her to the couch.
"We have to think of a plan to take him down." Natalie said leaning back on one of the couch pillows.
"We just have to ship him off to jail then..."
"Guys, I have something really important to tell you..." Before Dylan could finish her sentence, the phone rang.
"Good Morning Angels." Charlies wise voice traveled from the speakers to the angels in a comforting way.
"Morning Charlie. Seamus O'Grady survived the fall he had last night." Natalie immediately stated.
"Charlie, Natalie, Alex. There's something I have to tell you." The angels turned to her in curiosity.
"Last night I got a call from the hospital. I went down there, and guess who was waiting." Natalie eyes got huge.
"Seamus O'Grady."
"That's right. They amputated his leg, and found out that he has memory lose. He can't remember anything. I'm not sure if the memory lose is permanent though. They told me, since he has no family or friends to turn to, that I have to take him in."
"Are they crazy?" Alex didn't look too happy about the news.
"Dylan, you don't have to take him in." Charlie confirmed in his concerned voice.
"I know. But think. He'll be sent to some institute, no memory or clue as to what the heck is going on. I wouldn't want to live like that. Would you?" Natalie nodded her head in agreement.
"I think you should take him in."
"What? Nat, remember. This is the guy that tried to murder us all. He's a homicidal freak. And you think Dylan should just take him into her home?" Alex asked. Natalie stood up and started to pace.
"She doesn't have to keep him forever. After a while he can get his own place to live, maybe get some of his memory back. Then everything will be fine." Natalie said with a perky smile.
"But what if he gets his memory back, all of it. And tries to kill Dylan. This is something you should take into consideration." Alex warned. Dylan nodded, understanding the risk. But Dylan was known for taking risks. It was part of her job.
Then again, this was Seamus O' Grady.
"Look guys, I'm still undecided. But before I go, what do you have to say Charlie?" There was a slight silence before they heard slight static from the speaker box.
"About Seamus, or why you're here right now?" Alex heaved a sigh. "Both."
"Um, about Seamus. Dylan should make her own decision. About work, I'm giving you all a couple of weeks off. You three should enjoy yourself. You worked really hard. I have to go. Good bye angels." They heard a click on the other line.
"Well girls, I gotta take off." Dylan jogged towards the doors, trying to make a quick escape.
"Why so soon?"
Dylan was about to make the point that she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night, but then her cell phone rang.
"Yes?" She asked with a sigh.
"Ms. Sanders. Seamus is ready to go home, if his home is with you?" This was the moment. The moment she had to choose.
Take Seamus in, or don't?
"I'll be right over."
***************************
"Ms. Sanders. We're so glad you made it." Dylan had just stepped through the hospital doors, and found Seamus in a wheel chair ready to go. The doctor was standing right behind him, smiling. Maybe he was happy to get rid of him?
"Yeah, I'm here." Dylan slightly moaned out.
"Well, here are his belongings." The doctor handed Dylan a small box. There wasn't much in it though, just a wallet and his denim jacket he had worn when he was trying to kill her the night before.
Dylan had to sign some papers, but that only took about three minutes. Than Seamus and Dylan were ready to go...
"Are we going home now?" Seamus asked with a stupid smile as Dylan guided him to the car.
"Uh, sure." Dylan opened the car door, then started to help Seamus in. "I can do it myself." He protested.
Dylan let him, then took the wheel chair and put it in the back seat.
The way home was very awkward. Silence the whole way.
When they finally made it back to Dylan's apartment, Dylan realized a problem.
No ramps, no elevator. Just two flights of stairs.
"Ugh, I guess I'll have to carry you." Dylan slowly walked over to the passenger side and started to try and pick up Seamus.
He was so heavy. What did she expect? He's all muscle.
"This isn't going to be easy." Dylan tried to get out as she climbed the first flight of stairs.
"But it's so much fun." Seamus happily expressed, which made Dylan even more frustrated.
"Listen, shut up. This is hard enough without you babbling." Seamus smiled faded as Dylan started on the second flight.
They finally made it to her apartment, in total silence.
"I'm gonna put you on the couch and then I'll go get your chair." Dylan stated as she started to head inside. Seamus didn't say a word, in fear it might get him into trouble.
When Dylan returned with the chair, Seamus was reading her "People" magazine upside down, giggling at the pictures.
"They look weird." Seamus laughed as he pointed to an upside down picture of Harrison Ford.
"Listen Seamus. You get to sleep here, on the couch. There's the TV, knock yourself out. I gotta get some sleep. Here's your wheel chair if you gotta get up from the couch. See ya in about four hours."
