Logan's P.O.V.
I couldn't get the sound of the three-gun shots out of my head. Carlos put his phone on speaker when he saw James was calling. But before any of us, Kendall's parents included, could say a word Kendall's, strong albeit pain filled voice broke through and screamed James's name. And so, did Carlos. And then the call was disconnected. And as if hearing the gun shots and Kendall's scream wasn't enough proof something has gone terribly wrong, Carlos picked his phone back up and redialed James. I remained motionless in my chair as Jennifer gripped onto Donald who was standing himself up shaking his head. He was quietly reassuring myself and Carlos, they were both highly trained men, capable of taking care of themselves. I sort of believed him. Only because I heard Kendall's voice and it told me one thing, and one thing only. Kendall was alive. It was why I was able to remain calm. And when Carlos finally broke down and cried out as he left his 5th voicemail for James, I was able to grab him, and hold him and be there for him. Much like he was there for me, when they found out Kendall was taken. I've never, ever had to experience what Carlos is going through. But I knew what it felt like to lose the man you loved. Although I was no longer in love with Chris when he was killed, I still knew what it felt like. If I had to be here for Carlos…if James was killed or died in treatment, I would have to be able to take care of him. Because he took care of me when I found out about Chris. It is what friends do.
We couldn't' have been sitting for more than five minutes before Jimmy walked in the room, a plain black t-shirt on, with a thick white bandage around his neck. He had a piece of paper in his hands, and a stern look on his face. It made me shoot up fast, and let Carlos go, but keep a hand on his shoulder. Instead of looking at me or Carlos, or even walked to us, he went right to Donald. He handed the paper to Donald and set his hands on his hips looking straight ahead. Avoiding eye contact with me. It was irritating. "Oh, thank God." I snapped my head to Donald fast and let Carlos go, walking to him. I yanked the paper out of his hands and looked down, as my mouth went dry. I saw the official C.I.A. header, and then read a very short, but clear message. 'Kill confirmation: 12. All criminal.' I looked up fast to Donald who was smiling as he clapped my shoulder. "No agents were killed. That's what it means." He gently tapped the paper in my hands. I spun fast to see Carlos still crying, but not as loud or aggressively. "Does this mean they are in the building?"
"Yes sir. Both in medical right now. Agent Knight has some knife wounds to his thighs but is in high spirits and adamant that he gets no pain killers."
"And James?" Carlos stood up slowly making me turn to Jimmy who was looking right at him, a sad, pathetic smile on his face.
"He's doing great Carlos. His heartrate is low, and he's having trouble breathing but they are confident in his recovery." I could hear Carlos sit back in his chair but ignored him for the time being as Jimmy walked to me and took the paper from my hands. "Can I speak with you outside?" I nodded fast, immediately following Jimmy, knowing full well Donald was right behind me. "I'll get you right away when James is out of surgery Carlos. Keep your faith." Jimmy pulled the door open hard and stepped out. As soon as he was out, and Donald and I were standing in front of the closed door, he turned to us, hands back on his hips. "I don't really have any real good way of telling you this but…" We locked eyes and he shrugged softly. "I don't know why James had his vest off…but from what the agents are saying, James was making a phone call…I assume to Carlos, much like he does after every mission." I nodded crossing my arms over my chest as he crinkled the paper in his hand, sighing out hard. "One of the guys James and Kendall just took down, wasn't dead. He pulled a gun and shoot James three times. I want you to take a guess as to who it was." I frowned tilting my head and he shook his clearing his throat. "It was your dad Logan." My arms fell fast to my sides as he stepped closer. "What I know is that Kendall had the chance to take John Mitchell out, and he did. He stabbed him in the neck, but it didn't kill him. James stood up, phone to ear and…well…"
"My dad? My dad was there? And…"
"Was the one doing the most damage to Kendall actually. He was the one shoving that knife in Kendall's legs. He was hell bent on getting rid of Kendall. Much like Steven was hell bent on getting rid of James." I swallowed hard, looking down and felt a mixture of emotions run through me. A lot of it was anger. Anger at my dad…at James for not trusting Kendall when he said my dad was bad news…at myself for not trusting Kendall when he said my dad was bad news. Who knows? If they had locked my dad in solitary confinement, like Kendall suggested, maybe he wouldn't have gotten out, and tried to kill my boyfriend and best friend. Maybe. "We can say that two of those kills were Steven Miller, and John Mitchell. The absolute masterminds of this whole thing. Which is a good thing. Also…sorry about your dad." I looked up fast, smirking and he shrugged. "I'm not good with…empathy. Especially because he tried to kill two of ours."
"It's alright. My dad was either going to end up in jail the rest of his life or be killed. I was prepared for either one." Jimmy nodded and straightened out, gently rubbing his neck and I shook my head. "Are you feeling alright? You should go take a rest Jim."
"Sorry dude…no can do. We have a lot of fucking paper work to do. Besides…I'm a workaholic. I'll be alright." I nodded as he glanced over my shoulder and sighed out. "You guys will be the first to hear when Kendall can have visitors and when James gets out of surgery. But from what our two doctors said…he's going to be fine."
"Uhm Jimmy…" Donald raised a hand and I turned up to him, frowning. "The breathing? Why is he having a hard time breathing?" I turned to Jimmy fast who was giving that stern look again.
"One of the bullets…it looks like it grazed against one of his lungs." My stomach dropped to my toes as he raised his hands and stepped even closer to me. "He's going to be fine Logan. He's a strong guy. They will fix him up. I promise." Even before he finished, his phone started ringing form his pocket and he pulled it out, backing out. "I got to go. One of the ex- agents brought in, in cuffs isn't cooperating. I'll be back to check on you guys. Ruffle Gabe's hair for me." He turned fast and started jogging down the hallway phone still in front of his face. I sighed out quietly and felt sort of relieved. I don't think I'd feel better until I saw and felt Kendall, and heard James's deep comforting voice, but the news so far wasn't terrible.
"So, your dad sounded great." I turned to Donald fast and felt my cheeks flush as he walked away, across the hall and sat down in one of the chairs lining the wall, hard. "I don't know you well enough to know how you'll take this, but when Kendall told me you two were dating I did a little bit of digging. On you and your family." I bit my bottom lip as I walked, carefully and slowly over to him, taking the seat right next to him. Once I was sitting down he looked over at me and smirked. "Why were you arrested in your sophomore year of college?" I laughed looking ahead, at the two-way window of the room Jennifer and Carlos were still sitting in. I saw a smile on Carlos's face as Jennifer talked to him quietly. That made me feel okay.
"I was at a gay pride rally on campus." I turned up to him slowly and we both smirked at each other. "Someone threw a brick at us. Carlos was with me and it hit his arm really bad. He was bleeding all over. I felt horrible, and pissed, so I went after the guy who did it. Believe it or not, I used to be rather strong and buff. And I didn't take shit from anyone and hated when my friends or family were hurt. SO, I beat the guy up." Donald raised his eyebrows and I nodded sitting back folding my arms over my stomach. "I have hated my dad for a very long time. Since I was a little kid. Because I knew back then, just like I know now, he was and forever will be a bad guy. It's why I worked so hard to be the guy I am today. I understand if you think of me in a negative way because of my dad but since I started dating Kendall…" His face softened up a little and I shrugged. "Since I started dating your son…all I've wanted was to make him happy, and make sure he's loved. And I'm going to continue to do that. No matter what."
"Well Doctor Mitchell…" He looked straight ahead at the window looking in at his wife and smiled small. "I appreciate you telling me that. But it doesn't change anything." I frowned looking away from his face and suddenly wished Kendall was here, so I could have him defend me against his dad. As I thought about it…would he defend me? I mean…he's known his dad his whole life. I've been here for like…6 months. This outcome probably wouldn't be good. "Ever since Kendall called me that first night he met you…all I've ever heard from him is what an amazing man you are." I turned my head back to him slowly as my mouth dropped open. Donald was looking at me, smiling small. "He probably didn't tell you this Logan…but that day James and Carlos introduced you two, he called Jennifer and I, and told us he finally met the man, he was going to marry." I carefully pushed myself up in my chair, giving him, my full attention and he nodded. "He has never believed in love at first sight. Until you, of course. He knew from the minute he met you…that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. And he knew, above anything else, that the reason he loved you right away…had wedding bells in his head, was because of one tiny little human you created." I could feel tears forming in my eyes as Donald turned to me in his seat, gently setting a hand on my arm. "Gabriel did something to my son, no one has ever been able to do. It made him suddenly feel very human. It knocked him on his ass and put his life into perspective. As if hearing that little boy call him Mr. Kendall…or his favorite poop head…" I laughed out, quickly covering my mouth as two tears fell out of my eyes and Donald chuckled. "It made him want the whole family life. You and you little boy showed him a new possibility for his life Logan. And…no matter how hard Jennifer and I try, we will never, ever be able to thank you for that. So, you can say your life mission is to make him happy and feel love, but you need not to worry. Because he already is." He gently rubbed my arm as I wiped my cheeks and sort of leaned into him. "I'm glad Kendall has you Logan. And I hope you know he absolutely consider himself the lucky one." I quickly and harshly threw myself at Donald and hugged around him, shoving my face in his huge broad shoulder. He huffed out but gently held around me, hugging me tight. "Yeah…he said you're a hugger. I'll have to get use that, won't I?" I laughed but nodded against him, closing my eyes. "If you ever need anything Logan…help or just someone to talk to please call me or come find me. I lost both my parents when I was very young. I know how it feels to be without parents and it's not easy. Please talk to me if you need to." I nodded again opening my eyes hearing very fast, little and large feet walking down the hall, coming towards us. It made Donald push me away gently and laugh as he looked over my shoulder. I turned quick and had to smile big seeing Gabe pulling and tugging on Robbie's arm as they marched towards us, an agent behind them, holding a folder under his arm.
"Daddy!" I extended my hands out and let Gabe run right to me, climbing up on my lap. He sat down on his butt, right on my lap and kept a hand on my shoulder, as his broken arm rested on his own lap. "Hi Donald!"
"Hi Gabriel!" Donald gently ruffled Gabe's hair and I looked over to Robbie who was sitting next to me, yawning loudly. Before I could ask how he was doing, the agent that has been watching Gabe and Robbie, got right in front of me, and extended the folder out to me. I quickly took it, while I wrapped my other arm around Gabe's back.
"Mr. Mitchell…Gabriel informed me, he takes insulin?" I nodded fast and I turned to my son who was yawning quietly, his eyes looking very hooded. "We need you to sign a consent form to allow us to give him medication. We have a huge list of medicines we have, and can give him, we just need to get the okay from you."
"Oh…of course. I didn't even think about it..." The agent nodded softly, and I quickly opened the folder sighing out softly. "Is it for just Gabriel? Or Robbie too?" I felt Robbie shift beside me as I glanced down the long list and started to pat my pockets, looking for a pen.
"There are two separate consent forms. One for Gabe and one for Robbie. Once you sign it, if either are ever here, it will stay in our system for our records." I nodded seeing a pen get put in front of me and quickly took it, as I gently turned Gabriel to sit on my lap and face forward. I gently bent him and set the folder on his back quickly going to work on checking off the medications they could give Gabe. "Would you like to go with us, as we administer his insulin?" I looked up fast and nodded. "He has to eat with it?" I nodded again looking back down to my paper work and sloppily wrote Gabe was allergic to peanuts. I quickly wrote they had permission o treat any illness or ailment immediately if I wasn't here. I signed my name and pulled a piece of paper out from underneath Gabe's, seeing the same one. I slowly turned to look over at Robbie who was resting on his hand, being propped up by his elbow. He was slunk pretty far down in his seat and looked exhausted.
"You want to look at this list?" He glanced to me and shrugged but shook his head.
"I trust you." I chuckled and nodded going back to work on checking medications. "Can I stay here…or lay down somewhere? Like…I don't have to go with you guys, do I?" I shook my head fast and wrote out a note of his broken bones and hurt body, not knowing if it was important and sloppily signed my name.
"Yeah…inside that room across from us is a couch. There are pillows and blanket sin there, along with food. Make yourself comfortable." I closed the folder and quickly handed It up to the agent pulling Gabe back on me, hugging around his body.
"I'll go in with you Robbie. I'll let you guys go get some medicine." I turned to Donald and nodded smiling small as he stood up. I watched him wait for Robbie, who stood up slowly and walked even slower to the room. Once they were inside, the door shut tight, I stood up turning Gabe to put him on my hip and smiled at the agent. He nodded once, no smile or anything, which seemed pretty typical of these agents, and followed him fast as he led Gabe and I to the huge floor that was used as a hospital.
When we got to the floor, only going down one flight of stairs, I was pretty taken back. The floor was bright and loud. I hugged tight around Gabe who was nonstop yawning, lying his head on my shoulder. The agent walked us past two bright rooms that had several agents lying on beds, bandaged, and talking quietly with their comrades. When he walked us into a small, but impressive room, that was empty, I quickly set Gabe on the bed and got beside him as the agent set the folder on a table and pulled on a pair of gloves. I frowned as he walked to a cabinet and opened it fast. "Are you a doctor?"
"Nurse. Cook. Agent. Sniper. Any and everything." I nodded, feeling impressed by this man in our presence and watched as he opened up a Minnie fridge bending slightly. "When agent Knight informed us, he was in a relationship with a guy who had a kid, he assigned me a very important job. Well, I guess Diamond was the one who gave the okay." The agent turned back to us, gloves on holding an insulin needle and a purple popsicle. He gently handed the treat to Gabe who seemed to brighten up seeing it. "I am in charge of Little Gabriel's and now Robbie's well being when they are here. If Kendall is ever at work, and brings them for whatever reason…" The agent gently raised Gabe's shirt on his stomach and bent down gently squinting slightly. "I will be a babysitter for the kids." I smiled and nodded as he looked up at me, and then Gabe. "Ready buddy?" Gabe licked his popsicle and nodded squeezing his eyes shut tight. I watched as the agent pushed the needle in Gabe's stomach quickly, but harshly. Gabe winced just a little, but mostly licked his popsicle leaning into me. "Awesome job dude. How's that popsicle?"
"Really good. Thank you, Mr. Bill." Bill, who chuckled, nodded and turned his back to me, walking back to the cabinet. "Daddy can I go back and lay down with Robbie?" I nodded fast, picking Gabe up form under his arms and gently set him on the floor.
"I can take him Logan." I frowned but tilted my head as he turned to me rubbing hand sanitizer on his hands. "If you'd like…I heard Kendall is just about ready to have visitors. You can wait down here if you'd like?" I nodded fast and he chuckled reaching out, setting a hand on Gabe's head. "His room is going to be 5B. If the curtain is closed, wait. Otherwise you can go in." I nodded again and quickly bent down kissing Gabe's cheek. When I stood back up, Bill was gently pushing Gabe out, but I reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing gently.
"Thank you, Bill." He laughed but nodded, turning quick, to grab the folder with my consent forms on the kids. "Behave Gabriel."
"I will daddy. Tell Mr. Kendall I hope he feels better." I nodded as they walked out before me. When I got out of the room, I stopped short and glanced around the bright and clean looking area. I glanced over my left shoulder seeing 3A on a plate by the door and sighed out stepping forward. There were several people walking around, some in the same gear James was wearing before he left, others in scrubs. All of them looked happy. Like they were victorious. And they all ignored me. I was okay with that as I slowly walked around the huge floor, looking at different rooms, most of them with the curtains pulled closed. When I got to a hallway, that the first room read 1B, I felt my heart picking up speed. My legs also picked up speed as I walked past one more room on the left side, 3B, and slowed down as I approached the room next to it. The curtain was wide open. And as I got close enough, to read 5B, I stopped altogether. I had to cover my mouth, so I wouldn't cry out loud. Kendall was sitting up in his bed, his back to the door. He was shirtless, and I could faintly see a bruise on the middle of his back but other than that, I couldn't see anything else. My curiosity forced me to walk in further and as I walked past the plain wall on my left side, I gently knocked three times. His head raised fast and he turned to me. I lowered my hand form my mouth and let tears pour out of my eyes.
"Logan…you're alright." I nodded as I slowly walked towards him. I couldn't stop looking at his face. Usually, that would mean something good. But both his eyes were swollen and bruised. His nose had a bandage over it, and his bottom lip was busted and swollen bad. He really took a beating. "Are Gabriel and Robbie okay?" I nodded fast as I stopped at the end of his bed and wiped my face looking down. He was only in a pair of boxers, which meant I could see the bandages covering his thighs. I knew it was because he got stabbed. It made me so angry knowing it was my dad who did it to him. "How is Carlos doing?" I looked back up to his face slowly and swallowed hard shrugging as I carefully walked around his bed, to get to him.
"He's okay…he was distraught hearing those gun shots though." Kendall chuckled and looked down at his hands on his lap. I stood right beside him, a gently set a hand on his shoulder. "I thought I was going to lose you Kendall." He raised his head slowly and we locked eyes. Being this close to him, I realized, that while his face was fucked up, it didn't look as bad as I originally thought.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I put you through it Logan. I'm sorry for this too…" He raised one hand and gently rubbed his thumb under my eye. It was still very sore from where I was hit, twice, but it looked nothing like Kendall's. "And I'm sorry…that I had to kill your dad." I chuckled out and gently put my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. I pushed the side of my head, into the side of his and closed my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I should have trusted you about him. James should have trusted you about him."
"I know." I pulled away fast, frowning as he laughed rubbing my ribs. "Have you seen him yet?" I shook my head, wiping under my nose looking down his body, checking for other wounds. There were none on his chest or stomach. "Well my doctor said their hopes are high. They took out two bullets…the one that scraped his lung, and another one, close to his heart…but there was one that lodged itself in his sternum. They couldn't get it out." I looked back up to his face, sighing out and he shrugged. "He lost quiet a bit of blood, but not enough to require a transfusion. He's on oxygen and getting stitched and cleaned. It sounds like he's going to make it."
"He better." Both Kendall and I turned to the door fast and I smiled watching Carlos walk in the room slowly, hands in his pockets. "Kendall…I am so sorry you go hurt." I gently pushed away form Kendall's right side, and let Carlos get on it, as I stepped up to his other side, wrapping an arm around his neck. Kendall slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer as Carlos set a hand on his shoulder. "Can I get you anything?" I watched Carlos as he cried silently and set a hand on Kendall's shoulder, with a shaky hand. "Before we got to your guys house…we were arguing." Carlos lowered his head fast, wiping his face, shaking his head. "I was on his case, yet again about not having a family with me, and we yelled at each other and I let myself get so mad at him and now…he's in a surgery room with bullet wounds and all I can think is…" He raised his head again, bottom lip quivering hard. "All I can think is how I can't do this anymore." I went still but pushed hard into Kendall watching him reach out with one hand, touching Carlos softly. "He, from day one, has chosen his job, over me. He cheated on me because of this job. He refuses to move forward with our life and have a family because of this job. He almost died because of this job." He quickly wiped his face, and closed his eyes stepping ever so slightly away from Kendall.
"Carlos, I know he's fucked up but…"
"No Kendall." Carlos lowered his hands fast and glanced between Kendall and I. "No more but's. No more what if's and no more worries that he is going to die, or cheat again. I can't keep doing this. And if he loved me…like he says he does, he wouldn't put me through it. I need stability. And a large dose of a reality check. And him being bed ridden, because he once again won't listen to me, is just the last shove I needed." I carefully reached out, touching Carlos's shoulder making him look at me. "Do yourself a favor Logan." His voice was harsh and cold. It broke my heart. "Get out of this relationship as fast as you can. It is not worth the heartache and stress to be with a man who will never, ever love you as much as he loves his job." Carlos spun fast on his heels and rushed out of the room, without a second look back. My mouth parted open slowly as I looked at the empty doorframe feeling my head spin.
"I…" I felt Kendall pull me closer to him as he started to talk but the sound of a throat being cleared loudly made him turn back to the door and stop talking. We both watched a man in dark green scrubs walk in, pulling a face mask off, as well as gloves.
"Agent Knight? You said you wanted to be informed when Diamond was out of surgery?" I swallowed hard turning to Kendall who looked pale, and concerned, but nodding his head. "Well I am happy to report he's doing just fine. His breathing is still labored but we have the oxygen helping him out. He's still out from the surgery, but if you'd like to see him…I can get you a wheel chair and take you to him." Kendall looked to me fast and gripped my shirt in the back.
"That would be great Doc." I saw the doctor nod, and turn, to walk out of the room, while Kendall and I still looked at each other. I gently ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and moved my face in closer to his. "I don't know what to say about Carlos, but I promise you Logan, I love you and I…"
"I don't' need to hear it Kendall." He stopped, and I softly put my forehead on his closing my eyes. "I know you love me. And you don't' need to worry about a thing. I'm not leaving you that easily." He pulled me hard and forced me to hug around him as he breathed out hard. "What are we going to tell James? About Carlos?" I heard the sound of several different voice from outside the room as Kendall and I pulled away but kept our hands on each other. I saw out of the corner of my eye, two huge guys walk in with the doctor, who was pushing the wheel chair. Kendall sighed out and shrugged looking down between our bodies.
"I don't know."
