O2 14/18
Chapter Thirteen:
Since all need for pretext had passed, Don suited up in full FBI gear including Kevlar vest and semi-automatic weapons.
He checked the Kevlar vest on Olivia three times and when he reached for it a fourth time she tried to slap his hand away in protest.
"Fourth time's the charm!" he said with a smile, tightening the straps a little more.
The transport team was finally in place and the path through the hospital had been cleared. A decoy gurney had already made its way down to the waiting armored ambulance and it had not been accosted at all.
"You ready?" Don looked down at Olivia and she grabbed his hand, pulling him down to her. When he crouched down, she put her hand on his cheek and pulled his face close to hers so she could kiss his other cheek. As her lips left his skin, Don turned towards her and their breath mingled as his mouth hovered over hers. The desire that suddenly erupted in them was palpable yet Don kept himself in check enough to return her kiss on the cheek and whisper in her ear. "Soon..."
Don stood, kissed her hand one last time and laid it on the gurney.
Kim's voice came in loud and clear though his earpiece. "Alpha Transport Team, you are go!"
Don raised his weapon and the group of agents slowly began to make their way through the hospital to the exit.
"Hallway - Clear!"
"Elevator - Clear!"
"Primary exit - Clear!"
As they made their way to the waiting convoy of vehicles, they met with no resistance.
Olivia was loaded into the ambulance with Don and the doors were shut behind them.
After one last check, the convoy started moving out into the city.