A/N: I'm back! Yikes. It's been rough writing wise these last few weeks. I'm still kind of on the struggle bus, but there are some good things brewing I think. FYI this chapter deals with some pretty heavy stuff like drugs, assault, etc. If that's not your thing, maybe better to skip this one.
"That has got to be the dumbest idea you've ever had," Sonny groused from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "There is no way we are going camping for fun. That's what we do at work. When we're stateside I like indoor plumbing and a real bed."
"Come on Sonny, could be fun bonding time," Clay ribbed him. "We'll bring beer and steaks."
"You all wanna go bond out in the wilderness and get your manhood on be my guest," Sonny said. "I will be right here drinking my ass off in the comfort of my own bar."
"You hate every idea that isn't the bar," Trent accused.
"Yeah, because the bar is the best place to be. There's no bears, no snakes, no sharks. Just beer, ladies, and pool. The way god intended for a man to spend his free time."
"It is just baffling to me how you became a Navy man with all your phobias," Clay said, taking a sip of his beer.
"I became a Navy man in spite of my phobias," Sonny corrected him.
"You make less sense the longer I know you," Trent said.
It was just the three of them out tonight, everyone else having begged off because of girlfriends, or kids, or because they were old and boring.
Sonny's phone rang and Lisa's name flashed across the screen. He took a step away from the group, plugging one ear so he could hear over the noise of the bar. "Davis! Where the hell are you? I need some back-up over here. Spenser and Sawyer want to go camping—"
"Sonny?"
Her voice was faint and she sounded confused. A cold feeling dropped over him, his heart immediately bottoming out into his stomach. "Lisa? Hey, you all right?"
"I—I don't feel right."
Trent and Clay had gone quiet. He could sense their eyes on him as he tried to assess what was happening. "What's going on?" he asked. "Where are you?"
"I don't know." Her voice was slurred and she sounded scared. "There's stairs…Sonny…"
"Hey it's okay. Keep talking to me all right?" Fear was ripping through his chest like a wild animal as his eyes met Clay's. He pulled the phone away from his ear so Lisa wouldn't hear his next words. "Something's not right. Get a trace on her phone."
Clay was already dialing. Trent stepped closer and Sonny put his cell on speaker so they both could hear. "'m tired," Lisa slurred.
"I know you are but don't go to sleep all right? You gotta stay awake for me," he said desperately. If she fell asleep or hung up before they could trace the call…he couldn't even think about what might happen.
"Ask her if she's hurt," Trent said quietly.
"Davis I need you to think," Sonny said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Are you hurt?"
"I don't—I don't think so. My stomach—"
She trailed off and didn't say anything else. "Lisa! Hey!"
Clay hung up the phone. "Techs say she's within ten feet of her apartment."
Sonny was out the door before Clay finished his sentence, gunning his truck out of the parking lot. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles went white and his foot was permanently pressed to the gas. To hell with red lights. The thought of Lisa lying somewhere, alone and helpless had his gut churning so much he thought he might puke.
He pulled up to Lisa's apartment, barely putting it park before jumping out the door. "Davis!" he bellowed, eyes searching the sidewalk for some sign of her. "Lisa where are you?"
Clay and Trent were pulling in behind him as he headed for the door. The tiny lobby was empty at this time of night and he barreled down the hall to the stairwell.
He found her in a crumpled heap on the second floor landing. "Davis, oh my god." He dropped to his knees, afraid to touch her.
"Sonny," she moaned, her eyes fluttering a little.
"Hey yeah, it's me. The guys are coming, just hang on okay?"
He forced his panic aside and tried to be critical rather than emotional. She didn't look hurt, he didn't see any blood or signs of trauma. Trent appeared by his side, hands reaching to do what Sonny had been afraid to, checking her vital signs, searching for injury. Clay hovered protectively in the stairwell, watching with anxious eyes.
"Davis, hey, can you tell me what happened?" Trent asked loudly as he checked her head, her neck, her abdomen.
"My stomach." She let out a little gasp but didn't open her eyes.
"Okay I don't think she's hurt. Let's get her up and inside," Trent said, reaching for her shoulders.
Sonny picked up her feet and lifted her with Trent while Clay searched through her purse and got her keys to open the door. "Put her on the couch," Trent ordered.
Lisa moaned as they laid her out. Trent knelt by her head, Sonny right by his side. "Lisa, I need you to wake up," Bravo Four said loudly, rubbing a fist over her sternum.
She opened her eyes and tried to focus without much success. "Hey, Lisa did someone hurt you?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No I left the bar, I took a cab because…I didn't feel well. And when I got here I just…"
"Okay, that's all right." Trent looked at Sonny. "I think she's been drugged."
"Drugged?" Sonny felt light headed. "Like roofied?"
Trent nodded. "I'll call the police," Clay said quietly, slipping out his phone to dial 911.
"Oh my god," Sonny rubbed a hand over his face as he stood so he could pace the room a bit. "I'm going to fucking murder whoever did thos."
"Let's focus on getting her some help and then I'll help you murder whoever you want," Trent said.
The next several hours were a nightmare-ish blur. The police came and documented what they could. Lisa was less than coherent and they agreed to come back in the morning when she was more aware. They'd brought along some paramedics who insisted on taking Lisa to the hospital so off they went. Sonny certainly wasn't protesting. Despite Trent's assurances that Lisa would be fine, he still had a healthy amount of terror clawing at his insides. A hospital visit with a bunch of doctors certainly couldn't hurt.
It was around 6:00am when she opened her eyes and finally seemed a little more clear headed. "Sonny?" she whispered.
"Hey!" He sat up quickly, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes before gently putting a hand on her hair."Hi. How are ya?"
She shifted a little, wincing. "My head hurts. What…what happened?"
"You don't remember?"
She shook her head. "You were drugged Lisa," he said softly, wishing the words didn't sound so harsh. "At the bar. You called me and we," he nodded toward Clay and Trent, both of whom were zonked out on the floor, "found you here. It's been a rough night."
"Oh god." She put a hand to her forehead and blew out a breath. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry."
"You're sorry? You got nothing to be sorry for. The asshole that did this is the one who's going to be sorry if I ever find him."
Her eyes grew a little wide, her face going even more pale. "Did—"
"You're all right," Sonny said hastily. "The docs checked you out. Said you might feel a little off, there might be some memory loss but you're okay."
He'd felt a crashing wave of relief when they'd told him there was no sign of trauma. Recovering from this was going to be tough enough for her, she didn't need a physical assault heaped on top of it.
She closed her eyes and gripped his hand. "Okay. Good."
"Hey, you're okay," he said. "We've got you."
"I know," she sniffed, wiping at a tear that had escaped. "I know. Thank you. You guys didn't all have to stay."
"Do you really think anybody was going home after that? Only reason the rest of the team's not over here is because we were trying to respect your privacy."
"I appreciate that. Thanks."
He searched her face, wishing with all his heart he could do something to make this better for her. "You want anything? Some water? Or juice? Or another pillow?"
"No." She squeezed his hand. "All I need is you."
A/N: Hopefully I did this some justice. I love the episode of Veronica Mars where she's drugged and Logan holds her on the couch. It's so sweet and I wanted something like that for Sonny and Lisa. I've got some really great Sonny stuff coming up so stay tuned!