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I've been on vacation for the past two months with no computer so I haven't had anytime to type but I'm back now! I'm working on another story now too and it's a bit supernatural. I hope you like this chapter.
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Moriah T.: Yes, yes, yes it is fun! I haven't let you down yet, have I?
Mistaken Identity
Chapter 6
Maggie sat next to her son's bed keeping a quiet vigil over him. She had been there all day with him but he hadn't woken up yet that day. The doctor had assured her that it was typical for him to be sleeping especially after all the sedatives that were in his system.
As a mother, she wanted to trade places with her son so badly so he wouldn't have to suffer. She wrapped her hand tighter around his and watched him for a few more minutes. Another police officer that she didn't know had told her that Ty was lucky he had not been kidnapped as well or he could have died. She replied heatedly telling the man that she wouldn't call it lucky at all considering that he had almost died anyway.
"Maggie?"
She didn't need to turn around to see who it was as she stayed sitting in her chair. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon."
Sully walked around to the other side of the bed sighing. "It's noon. I figured he might be up by now." To him it looked like he hadn't moved an inch from the previous night.
"No." She said resting a hand on Ty's forehead. "Not yet."
"You've been here since yesterday afternoon?" Sully said standing on the other side. That was almost twenty-four hours ago. He knew police officers got special perks but he didn't know after he left Ty's room his mother was going to stay the entire night.
"I wanted to make sure he's okay."
"He is Maggie but he wouldn't want you to wear yourself down." Sully said. "You should go home. Take a shower and then come back later on today. I can stay here with him."
"No, it's okay."She realized just how tired she was after she said those words all the stress was wearing her down faster than usual. She looked at Sully for a moment. Someone who had always helped her throughout the years. Maybe a quick nap wouldn't be so bad.
"You know if he wakes up I'll call you as soon as he does." Sully said slowly. He didn't want her to become sick over Davis.
Finally she nodded, collected her purse, and gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She said to Sully. "Thanks John."
"It's nothing." Sully said shaking his head. He watched her leave as he took a seat by the window. It had stopped snowing when he woke up earlier and when he drove to the hospital. Now it was snowing heavily once again and Sully was glad he had taken a few days off. It looked very serene from the fourth floor but he was relieved he wouldn't have to deal with the many traffic accidents on the road or trying to drive through the snow. He sat there listening the occasional quiet beeping of heart monitors and other various machines Davis was connected to. 'At least he isn't in pain.' Sully thought looking at his partner. He heard a knock and the guard that was assigned outside the room stuck his head in.
"I'm going to the cafeteria for a quick lunch break. Do I need to call in a replacement for awhile?" He said. His name tag read 'Joseph Scott'.
"No. It's alright. I'll be in here." Sully said looking at the man. He looked like he weighed a buck twenty-maybe. How was he supposed to protect anyone? "Take your time."
"If you say so Officer Sullivan." He said and disappeared back out the door. "I'll be back."
"If you don't fall through the vents first." Sully said turning away. He'd definitely have to make a call and get a different guard.
"Don't hurt him...."
Sully looked down at the bed and saw Ty twisting around under the sheets. For a moment he thought he was talking to him but his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "Don't hurt him, don't hurt him." He mumbled.
Ty was walking outside taking out the garbage in the alley behind his building when he heard a voice call him.
"Ty....help me"
Ty looked around the side of the dumpster and dropped the black bag of garbage. "Carlos!"
Carlos was slumped against the grimy red brick wall. His hand was clamped down on his chest vainly trying to stop the bleeding. He'd been shot and his clothes were completely soaked in his blood. Ty shook his head in disbelief kneeling beside him trying to figure out what to do to help.
"Ty...."
"Don't talk man." Ty said quickly putting his own hand up to site of the wound to staunch the bleeding but it was too little too late. The blood was forming a scarlet pool around the both of them. "I'll go get help. I'll call an ambulance." Ty promised standing. "I'll be right back." He ran to the mouth of the alley but stopped when he heard Carlos groan. He turned to help him but spotted two shadows.
Ty tried to move to help his friend but the two shadows that appeared from no where blocked his way.
"You're too late for him." One of them said bending over him. "We've got a job to finish this time."
"No, don't hurt him."Ty said lunging out at the two men but fell to the ground that was covered in red. He felt his body getting sucked down like he was in quicksand. Everything was turning red as he tried to force himself towards Carlos. He looked back up to see the two men hovering over Carlos.
"Say good bye!"
"No!" Ty shouted feeling himself submerge completely after hearing a gun go off.
Sully shook his shoulder lightly until he opened his eyes with a gasp looking around the room. "You're okay Ty, It's okay. You're in the hospital. You're alright." Sully assured him keeping a steady hand gripping his shoulder.
Ty hastily ran his hands over his face before inspecting his bruised arms for any sign of his dream. 'No blood.' He fixed twisted the tubing running from under his nose before looking at Sully. "I was just dreaming?" He asked slowly trying to regain his composure.
"Yeah. A bad dream." Sully said trying to smile and reassure him.
Ty nodded quickly and closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to get himself back under control before he did anymore damage. He could already feel the stitches on his stomach somewhat burning along with the deep bruises across his chest. "No it wasn't. I couldn't help him two nights ago and I can't help him now." He said answering Sully.
"Ty come on." Sully said standing up. "You did what you could, I know you."
"Yeah." Ty said looking hopeful at his partner. "Do they have any idea where he is?"
"Uh, no not yet but everyone's looking for him. It's all over the news." Sully said trying to cheer him up.
"Everything is on TV. Me too?"
"Not 'everything' everything but the press are like bloodhounds as soon as they catch a whiff of a story. People are phoning in tips. So far about five hundred plus.
'Well at least the media might be able to help.' Ty thought looking around the hospital room. It already had a few floral gift baskets by the door and Ty looked back at Sully. "Who sent flowers?"
"People who heard about what happened, people from the precinct. We can go through them when you feel up to it."
"I guess so." Ty said staring out the window. He stared at the white flakes falling heavily against the window. Part of him could care less about snow but he couldn't stop himself from asking. "When did it start snowing?"
The question threw Sully off for a moment as he looked at Davis who was staring distantly out the window."Off and on since the other night." Sully said gazing out the window himself. "Already nine inches on the ground."
"Almost a foot." Ty muttered looking at the older man. "Do you think that..... I was wondering do you think Carlos is able to see this too?"
Sully knew that Ty was asking more than just a simple question about the weather. This was more of a question of whether or not he thought Carlos was alive or dead. "I'm sure he can."
"Probably complaining about the cold. He hates all of this snow and ice." Ty said smiling. Sully frowned, curious how Nieto lived in New York City but hated the weather. "Really?"
"Yeah. Just the other night we were walking home and he slipped and fell flat on his butt." Ty laughed and paused remembering that fateful night. "After we came back from the late from the hit and run accident."
"You remember something?"
"I...."Ty remembered laughing at Carlos, climbing the stairs, and for some reason hearing dance music but it was all jumbled up in his head. "Some things but-I don't know."
"Do you want to write it down and I'll give it to the detectives? Sully offered seeing doubt on his face. "Any little bit could help out."
"Uh alright. You think It'll help?" Ty asked.
"Anything can help." Sully told him. "I'll go get a pen and pad from the front desk. You okay by yourself for a few minutes?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Ty forced giving Sully a reassuring nod before shaking his head trying to stay awake. He felt exhausted after only being up minutes. 'All of the drugs in my system.' He thought laying back down. He tried to keep his eyes open until Sully got back but he felt himself already yawning. 'A little nap never hurt anyone.' He thought closing his eyes. "I'll get up when he gets back.'
"If you can't write with that cast on your hand, I'll write for you if you just tell me what you remember." Sully said coming back from the nurses desk. He stopped short when he saw Ty had fallen back asleep in the short amount of time he was gone. "Davis, wake up." He asked lightly standing over him seeing that he was sleeping like a rock. He smirked sitting the pad and pen down on the table beside the bed before pulling the blanket back up over Ty. 'I guess I'll talk to him later.' He thought taking his seat back by the window.
Carlos felt sweat trailing down the back of his neck as he stared at the window. He was pretty sure that it was it was in the afternoon but it was now blinding white outside. Carlos could tell it was snowing now and he felt his chances of escaping narrowing. He heard the front door to the house slam shut rattling the heating vent. He guessed it to be Lou coming home from work. He was sure it was Lou since Rich had come in earlier to untie him and let him use the bathroom. Rich had calmly explained that he would get three bathroom breaks a day and that was it. Carlos had only nodded and not dared to ask about eating. His stomach wasn't feeling right anyway. Plus it's not like he was in the position to argue with them anyway.
He wondered how rigorously everyone was searching for him out in the city. If Ty made it, he could tell everyone what happened. 'I hope he's okay.' Carlos thought feeling his mind drift back to two nights ago.
"Please take whatever you want and go."
Carlos watched in horror as Ty pleaded with the beefy man that had him pinned against the bookcase. 'Ty keep fighting, don't stop because of me.' Carlos thought staring directly in Ty's eyes hoping Ty could make out his expression.
"My wallet is in my back pocket. I don't know how much money is in there. Uh my watch take it. No one needs to get hurt."
Carlos could hear Ty's voice falter slightly and Carlos knew Ty was scared. And if a cop was scared, then he had every right to be too. Carlos heard the beefy man say something he couldn't make out that made Ty shout for help that sent a shockwave down his spine before he saw the Beefy man pull back and hit Ty in the face making Ty forget about screaming.
"No!" Carlos shouted lunging forward to help him but was yanked back by his shirt and felt the cold barrel against his head.
"Don't move or I'll blow both his and your heads off." The man behind him growled leaving no doubt that he would. Carlos stopped, still keeping his eyes on the scene in front of him. The beefy man had kept pounding on Davis even as he fought back. Carlos felt a small glint of hope in his heart until Ty fell to the floor holding his stomach. This seemed to only make the beefy man angrier as he delivered a swift kick to his midsection.
"Stop it! Stop!" Carlos screamed seeing that Ty was unconscious. The beefy man stopped and looked at Carlos and kicked him one more time before chuckling at the look of helplessness on Carlos' face.
"Let's go." The beefy man said. "Stand up."
Carlos kept his eyes on Ty as he did. "Let me help him, please I'm a-"
"Shut up. He shot my brother. He got what was coming to him." The beefy man said.
"Now we're going to walk down the fire escape and we're going to be really quiet about it or it's no more police officer." The man with the gun said.
Little did Carlos know then that they had mistook him as the police officer. "Okay." Carlos said quietly.
Carlos groaned into his gag feeling his stomach gurgle in disagreement again. He was pretty sure he had caught a stomach virus while on his runs with Doc the past the past few days. 'This is great.' He thought trying to think of just about anything to get his mind off his queasy stomach. He rolled carefully over his arm and on his side resting his cheek on the cool wooden floor that was dusty. Carlos thought about the tape he was forced to make and wondered if anyone received it yet. He tried to send a message through his movements but he wasn't sure if anyone would pick up on it. He hoped the police or Doc or someone else who knew him well would. Someone would analyze it and have to notice that he had 'developed' a mysterious nervous tic in his eyes that made him blink twice in a row. Rich and Lou didn't notice which was great news for Carlos but also a sign that maybe it was too subtle.
He snapped his eyes open when he felt his stomach lurch no longer behaving. 'Not now. Please.' He begged but his body was not listening to him now. Carlos turned back on his back and kicked the wall repeatedly with the heels of his socked feet. The sound his feet made a loud hollow noise that he was sure everyone in the house heard.
Hard footsteps near his door made him stiffen as he recognized who was coming but he kept pounding. He heard the door unlock and Carlos stared at the man stepping through.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Rich said with Lou behind him. They moved over Carlos and with just one glance, could tell that he was sick. "Pull him into the bathroom."
Lou hauled him up under his arms nearly dragging into the small room near the toilet pulling out his pocketknife from his front pocket. He cut through the tape around his hands and pulled the tape from his mouth just in time before Carlos threw up. "Great." He grumbled stepping out the room leaving Carlos alone to take care of his business.
"I didn't plan this Rich." Lou grumbled. He was not looking forward to taking care of a sick man.
"Well neither did I." Rich said. "It's a good thing we made that tape yesterday while he still looked healthy." If the police saw they were treating the paramedic well, then they would give them the money they asked for. He shook his head as he heard Carlos retching again. "Shit. Do we have anything for him?"
"Why?" Lou asked incredulously.
"I need him to take care of my arm and he can't do it if he's sick. Plus I don't need a dead prisoner." Rich said. He had been reminded of his wounded arm when he had reached to open the bedroom door earlier and felt his arm's muscles burn forcing him to use his left arm. Not to mention the dull ache that lasted all day. "Plus we need him if we want any cash."
"You're right. I'll go to the store after we get him settled back down." Lou said calmly rubbing his cheeks that were covered in two day old stubble. "Not what we planned for," He muttered. "But we can handle it."
Carlos on the other hand was panting and coughing nearly collapsed over the toilet. He was only holding himself up by gripping the edge of the of seat nearly dropping. He rested his forehead against his forearm feeling sweat dripping off the tips of his hair. He spit in the toilet hoping nothing else decided to come up. Carlos was thankful that part of the house, especially that toilet, hadn't been used in some time.
"You done yet?" Lou asked stepping back inside the doorway.
Carlos shut his eyes in irritation feeling his anger build in him as he boldly turned his head to face Lou. He stared at him for a long time before his left hand slowly pulled down on the handle. "Yes."
Lou chuckled in annoyance as he got the tape roll ready in his hand. "I can't wait until we get our damn money."
Carlos kept still not having any energy to fight back as his hands were pulled behind him. "You better hope they give it to us soon or because until then, me and you are going to start having some real fun." Lou finished taping him and noticed Carlos' eyes staring at the ground. 'Not listening?' Lou thought and jerked Carlos' chin up making him stare uneasily at Lou. "You being sick makes me want to cheer you up."
Carlos silently wondered how many bruises he would get before he got out of his hellhole.
Poor Carlos. Lou is going to make him feel 'all better.' Poor Ty. What does he know?! Tell me what you think. The next chapter should come a bit sooner than this one.
