He had been researching for about an hour when a source called in telling him that Thomas was on the move. He leapt to his feet. Pulling on his work uniform, he dashed for the motor pool. He'd just secured his head gear and night visor when he crashed through the door and headed for his motorcycle. A roar split the night as he made his way to D. C.
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In the med-ward, Psyche-Out studied his charts. What was he missing? Wreck should be going uphill but he wasn't. The sailor was depressed and it pained him that he was perceived as the enemy. He stretched and stood up, going to the two way. Watching the sleeping man, it seemed as if he was shrinking away. And that darned wolf didn't help his temper any. He thought a minute and dialed up the monitor room.
"Hey, Main, who's on duty that you can send my way? … Is Red available? … No?… What about Kam? …Yeah, send him over…Thanks."
A few minutes later, a young man arrived. "What's up, Psyche?"
"Could you please take him for a walk or something for a few hours?" The psychiatrist pointed to the wolf.
He was met with a wide-eyed stare. "Are you sure you want me to move him? SE won't like it."
"Just for a few hours, Kam. I need to be able to go in and out with out Timber trying to eat me."
The younger man shrugged and went into the room muttering "It's your funeral." He signaled the wolf to come and Timber cocked his head to the side as if to say 'Are you sure?' Kam signaled again and the wolf rose with reluctance. The young man scratched the lupine's head and whispered "Just for a little while, so the docs can work, okay?" With a huff in the Lt.'s direction the wolf followed the young man.
Psyche grabbed his files and went into the dark room to sit with his patient. He really needed to get this right. He went over the reports again. Even with some added stuff from Sgt. Hauser, he could tell there was something not quite right. He re-read Jaye's report. He could figure in the subconscious messaging, the only thing that kept Wreck from being killed out right after capture. He went back to the first part where Wreck was captured. He and Doc had some obvious clues as to what the sleeping man had been subjected to but it didn't add up to all of the problems now. Drug screens had accounted for most of the hallucinations but even then… He shook his head and tossed the files on the little table next to the bed.
The noise startled Wreck who began to mumble in his sleep. "…can't see…dark…Levi?"
Psyche caught the reference and grabbed his pen.
"Levi…where's Althea? What have you done with her? I—" Wreck began to twist up in his covers. He sat straight up looking ahead and not seeing anything. Breathing hard, he asked, "Sue? Where's Mara? Why'd they tell me she's dead? Tell me where she is!" His exclamation was followed by his trying to get off the bed. His foot tangled in the sheet and he fell awkwardly, crashing his head into the chair by the window. Instantly, Psyche punched the emergency call button and was next to the injured man. The two shift nurses came running in followed by a sleepy Doc. Wreck moaned.
"What happened?"
"He fell. I was in here reading some files and he started talking in his sleep, getting agitated and tangled in his covers. He sat up, asked some questions, and then tried to stand. His feet were all squirreled in the sheet. He hit his head on the chair." Lt. Rich watched Doc check Wreck's vitals. Bp, eyes, the whole nine. Lifting together, the four of them placed the injured man back on his bed. Doc sent the nurses on ahead, rolling the bed to the scan room.
He turned to the worried man. "I'll take him down to get a head CT. I think he'll be okay but I want to rule out concussion or swelling of any sort." He put a hand on the psychiatrist's shoulder. "It's okay, Ken. I'll take care of him and set one of the shift nurses to keep an eye on him. Go on. Get some rest. Be glad you were there for him."
Psyche stood in the hall for a long time before returning to his office.
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Green Book 6It was close to five a.m. when Sue returned home. She was tired and fell on her bed in her jeans and sweater. Levi took advantage of the opportunity and jumped up beside her. She was asleep before he was settled.
She heard her alarm go off but it was making a strange screeching noise, like a violin out of tune. She tried to turn it off but the noise kept moving. Stumbling through her and Lucy's apartment, she finally located it under a pile of paper on the desk. It was another music box. It was a pattern she didn't know.
Sue felt her alarm tugging at her arm. Levi made sure she was awake before trotting to the kitchen to get a bite from his bowl. She shook her head. Late nights made for strange sleeping. Stumbling out of bed, she made a beeline to the bathroom only to turn toward the living room. She was drawn to the desk and was surprised to see it neatly stacked. Frowning to herself, she got ready for the day.
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The bustle had already begun in the bullpen when she and Lucy arrived. They headed to coffee to catch up on the latest 'office info' from Tara. As Lucy was drawn in to the talk, Sue turned and looked around the office. Myles was at his desk, printing out something or other. D was on the phone already. Sue turned back to Tara. "Where's Bobby? He usually is fighting Myles for the last donut."
"Oh. He called in a while ago. It seems his tires were slashed and he's getting the car towed to the repair shop." The computer whiz stopped talking when she saw that Sue's attention was needed elsewhere. At the desk of Jack Hudson.
He waved her over and signed 'Forgive me?'
"For what?"
"I was out of line yesterday. I apologize. If and when you need an ear, I'm here for you. You know that, don't you?"
Sue blushed prettily and nodded. "Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it."
The brown headed agent looked around and asked the question of the day. "Where's Crash?"
"Car trouble. He'll be in later." Levi pawed Sue's leg for her attention.
Lucy waved her over to her desk. There was a man standing there. "Sue, this is Albert from Accounting. Albert, Sue. Anyway, he was dropping off some forms for me and this." She handed the blond analyst a tape. "The guys in Security thought you could figure it out."
Sue pulled an 'oooh-kaaaay' style face and went to sit at her desk. She popped the tape in and began watching. For a while, it was just dark. Then she made out a figure standing in minimal light. He signed quickly and disappeared. A few seconds later the screen changed and the same thing happened again. So intent on the screen, Sue didn't realize a crowd had gathered behind her and they were watching as well.
"Look at the time stamp on the corner. That is way fast. You think they edited it?" This from Jack.
Tara replied, "No, it looks like direct feed. The outside cameras sweep in intervals."
"Well, I like his tailor. I think I would cut a fine figure in that type of commando garb." Myles received an elbow to the ribs.
"I don't know, Myles. It seems he actually has the body for it," Lucy snarked.
Behind the team, Albert watched Sue and recognized the figure on the screen. He'd know him anywhere. And if he was here, then that meant someone else had been here too. He excused himself to Lucy, saying he was needed back in Accounting. He left the office and headed toward Security.
Sue herself had recognized the figure right away. It took her several tries to understand the signs. After all, it was still dark on the tape and the all black clothes including gloves didn't help. She watched the tape twice and figured out the message. A small piece was in each section and wouldn't make sense to anyone who didn't know the sign style of the person on the tape.
A hand tapped her shoulder and she jumped, so intent on the screen was she. Jack looked at her and signed 'Okay?'
"He's fast." She pointed to the screen and the time stamp.
Jack laughed. "Yeah, you missed the whole betting pool going on back here." He gestured to the gang who had the good graces to hurry back to their own desks.
Sue 'tsk tsked' them as they went. She looked back at Jack and whispered "Who won?"
"Surprisingly, it was D. He timed the guy on the dime. So, anything important? Or is it a joke from the Security guys again?"
Rolling her eyes, the blond analyst shrugged. "I don't think it's that but I want to double check something. Give me a few minutes."
Nodding, he returned to his desk.
