A/N: Sorry for the late update... i promise i will be more dilligent.
Casey was still asleep on the mattress while Derek was in the opposite end of the room watching her
"Alright, here's the plan. You need to distract the court so we can get our boy out." Derek shifted uncomfortably in his outfit. He was wearing jeans, a ripped T and a oversized green jacket. The toque was itchy as hell and he found himself wondering how Sam could stand it.
"You'll need this, use it how you will, but use it." Cam handed him a Browning that looked just like Timmy's. Derek new better then to pull the gun on Cam, and Cam new that he could trust Derek.
"So you want me to go in, guns blazing, get tackled by the bailiff and stay there to face the consequences? What makes you so sure I won't tell the cops on you?" Cam smiled softly leaning towards Derek.
"You love her Mate. That's how I know." Derek couldn't think about the alternate meaning behind his words. He was still frozen at the L word. Was that what it was? He knew he cared for Casey, a lot. But love and Derek Venturi wasn't exactly a normal combination.
"So what I get nabbed by the cops and keep my mouth shut, then what. You said I would get Casey!" Cam nodded earnestly.
"And you will, I promise. Along with instructions on how much Cyanide we shot her up with, how many doses she gained so far, and the rest of the antiserum. If all goes smooth, we will leave tomorrow leaving her at the nest and call the ambulance and police. They come and save her. And we will be out of your life for good.
"And if all goes wrong?" Cam wouldn't look at Derek so he pointed his gun to get Cam's attention. Cam pushed the gun away slowly still not looking at him.
"Make sure it all goes right."
Casey was huddled up in a small ball on her side. The covers were twisted around her as her cheeks itched with dried tears.
Timmy was on the bed with her. Sitting up against the headboard one hand propped behind his head, legs crossed in front of him. He was watching the TV and Casey had been staring at the gun in his shoulder holster for an hour. She was trying to calculate how hard it would be to just reach up and snatch the gun. She could see it. Just reaching and pulling it out, pointing it at the guy and strolling out of here with the gun in hand, finally free.
"Why are you involved in all of this?" Casey whispered, her voice cracking with rawness. Timmy looked at her briefly before looking back at the TV. After about a minute he answered.
"Family business." It didn't sound convincing.
Casey could feel her eyes getting heavy. She was falling into the darkness and she couldn't tell if she should let it consume her of if she should fight it and snatch the gun now.
If she fell asleep, there was no telling when she would wake up, and then it might be too late.
Casey wondered how many were out there. She knew those who were probably had guns, but would they be guarding the door? Or was there a window that she could get out of? She tried to remember what the outside looked like but couldn't all she could remember was clinging to the safety of Derek's arms.
If she was going to do this, she was going to have to do it blind, no planning. For Casey that was next to impossible. But screw it. She was going to try.
The car idled out side of the courtroom. The session had started about forty minutes ago. Derek was in the car pretty much alone except for the getaway driver for the others. His heart was racing and his hands were shaking. He was flipping the gun carefully in his hands. His dad was in there, and police officers, what if it didn't work? What if he could distract them well enough? He needed it to be convincing, and for that he was frightened. How far was he willing to go to help Casey.
"To the end of the world." He muttered shoving the gun into his pocket and stepping out onto the street.
The conversation was playing over in his head. He had asked Cam again if he failed, he needed a second chance. He needed to know he had a second chance, but Cam wouldn't say any more then just to make sure all went right. He knew there would be no second chance.
Derek entered the building and followed Cam's instructions to get to the right courtroom. The door was slightly open. He looked in and saw his dad sitting at the table while a different attorney was interrogating some one. There was one bailiff that he could see and the courtroom wasn't too filled. People probably too scared to be in the same room a the gang leader.
The man was very large, looking nearly identical to the big colored man in Armageddon, just way lest friendly and more tattoos. Derek could see Cam and the rest of the getaway crew sitting inconspicuously behind their boss.
Derek needed some sort of a plan, but planning was Casey's thing not his. He needed to get everyone's attention on him, and to get the bailiff to step away from the gang leader, he had to put someone in danger, or at least make it seem that way. If he did get caught, he needed someone who wouldn't freak and press charges.
Exhaling deeply he entered the room with one hand in his pocket holding the gun.
"Your honour, I would like that to be stricken from the report." Gorge said standing.
"So stricken." The judge said. Derek got to his Dad just before he sat down. He ripped him towards him. Holding his back against his chest like he had seen in countless action movies. He kept his back to the wall so he could see the whole room, waiting for cues to come.
"Derek..?" Gorge asked awestruck. His son was alive, but more oddly, his son was pointing a gun at his forehead. That was new. Derek's face was a mask of fury as he pulled his father tighter in front of him, pointing the gun into his temple.
"I'm going to fuck you up!" Derek screamed as he lifted the gun shooting the roof once before putting the gun back to his father.
"Derek what are you doing?" Gorge asked panic stricken. He didn't know what was going on but this was wrong very wrong.
"Shut up!" Derek growled as he eyed the bailiff coming towards him, own gun in hand. Derek gulped.
"Put the gun down!" Derek could faintly hear the sound of the terrified bystanders through his heartbeat.
"Don't shoot! This is my son! Derek what are you doing?" Gorge cried trying to stay calm but it was hard. This was all so crazy.
"I said shut up or I'll blow you to pieces." Derek's eyes darted all over the place until he saw the gang was all gone. Derek yanked on his father towards the door.
"Put the gun down, I will shoot!" the bailiff warned. Derek pulled his father a little more until they were by the door.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into his fathers ear. Derek's muscles tighten as he was ready to push his father away and run for it, but the sound of a gun shot echoed and he was thrown back by his shoulder onto the floor sliding out the door.
He scrambled to his feet with one dead arm and sprinted clumsily out onto the street. The car was gone already. Relief. That meant the plan had worked. Derek took off sprinting faster then he thought was possible. Cam hadn't blindfolded him on the way here. That confused Derek, but Cam seemed to have a lot of trust in him, or just knew that he had a good way to black male him with Casey.
Derek continued to sprint. He was at the point where he felt like he was floating now. He couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't hear the sirens coming from the distance, and he wasn't even aware of the pain, or massive amount of blood he was loosing from his shoulder. He only knew he needed to get back to Casey.
Casey pretended to fall asleep as Timmy watched his show intently. She was about to reach for the gun when he looked over at her still frame.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed reaching into his pocket grabbing the needles. Casey saw what he was getting and was freaked. She curled her hand shut and struck out hitting Timmy's nose with a sickening blow. He screamed out a bunch of profanities while Casey grabbed the gun from it's holster and Pointed it at him.
"Stay where you are." She said keeping her voice as strong as possible. Timmy wasn't going anywhere. She hit him in such a way that his cartilage was probably half way to his brain by now. Blood was staining the sheets.
Casey ran to the door and opened it running down the hall. Her knees felt like jelly and her eyes were getting foggy but she didn't care. She threw open the next-door screaming and pointing her gun. One round went off and hit the wall. Casey gasped trying to steady her shaking hand.
The room was empty and silent. No one was coming for her.
The door had so many locks on it and they weren't opening. Timmy probably had the key's, but she wasn't going back there. Stepping back she held the gun up in both hands and aimed it as best she could three of the rounds missed but she finally got the locks shooting them open.
She threw open the door and saw sun for the first time in what seemed forever. She was blind but she started to run until she ran right into a shadow who's arms closed around her.
"Well, well. Well, aren't we feisty today." Casey recognised the shadows voice as he pushed her back into the house. He hadn't notice the gun, none of them had. She pushed away and held it out. Aiming for his chest.
"Where is Derek?" Cam grinned at her.
"Tell me where Derek is or I will shoot you!" her voice was trembling. Cam strode up to Casey so the gun was pressed against his stomach.
"He might be dead, might be in jail who knows? My guess would be dead though…"
"You son of a-" Casey started as she went to pull the trigger when something heavy struck her on the head and she went down, her vision blurring and slowly fading to black.
"What Timmy? Can't even handle a girl? Give her the shot and put her back in the room."
"Mmm, Derek…" she whimpered before the darkness over came her.
When Casey woke her head was throbbing with pain. She was back in the room only there was some blood on her pillow from her head. Sitting up painfully slow, Casey looked around. the door was wide open and everything was silent. The clock next to the bed read 2:49 in the afternoon. She had been sleeping for nearly an hour and a half. Getting to her feet she found it hard to stand by herself. But she tried.
Using the wall she pulled herself back out. The room was sunny and empty. Looking like no one had been here in a while.
"They're gone?" she gasped not able to believe it. Pushing herself off the wall she headed for the door before her legs buckled under her. she fell on all fours before kneeling trying to catch her breath.
She froze on the ground as she heard banging from the other side of the door, scared that they were back.
"C-Casey!" a voice called as the door swung open. Casey's mouth fell open while the figure stopped in his tracks.
"Case.." The smile that had appeared on her face faded abruptly as she noticed the blood.
"Derek?" he smiled taking a step forward until he was kneeling in front of her. he reached out with his good arm to smooth her hair back away from her face, but something was wrong. He suddenly felt heavy and fuzzy. His eyes started rolling backwards as his body swayed.
"Derek!" Casey screamed as his body fell forward into her. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she fell with him, moving so that he was laying in her arms while she sat. his head lolled backwards as she shook him hands running over his face and neck.
"Derek, Derek please wake up!" she cried her voice tight. He was still breathing heavily and but the pulse in his neck was shallow.
"Oh no, oh on, Derek wake up!" she cried again. She grabbed a hold of her shirt and ripped off the bottom pressing it to his shoulder. There was so much blood, Casey was scared she was going to puke.
Derek's face was deathly pale and his body virtually still.
"Don't die, please don't die." Casey murmured before looking around the room.
"Shit!" she cried when she didn't see a phone. She knew she had to do something. She got to her feet shakily while pulling Derek's dead weight up with her. She put his good arm over her shoulder and wrapped both arms around his waist.
Derek wasn't a huge guy, but he probably outweighed Casey by at least 50 lbs. His legs were dangling back as she pulled him, having to stop every so often to get a better grip.
"Come on Derek, wake up." The sun outside was dim, hidden behind a dark rain cloud that was starting to share it's voice.
"Some body help us!" Casey screamed, her voice raw.
"Please! Help!" it started to pour as she screamed calling out for help. A few cars drove by, but on one stopped for her.
"Damn it!" she screamed crying now. She could see a car turning down this road. Quickly she lay Derek's body on the ground before running out into the middle of the street.
"Stop1" she screamed at the car. The roads were already slick with rain as the car skidded with slammed breaks. Casey bent her knees waiting for the impact with her eyes on Derek. The car's front end hit her in the leg and she flew up on to the hood until the sudden halt of the car sent her forward onto the street.
"Jesus! Can you hear me?" She heard. She looked up into the face of the stranger.
"H-help him… Please. Call an ambulance…" she said as loud as she could lifting a bloody arm, pointing in Derek's direction.
"Holy fuck…" Casey heard the guy say before he grabbed his phone dialling quickly.
"Casey could feel the pain. Something had cracked in her leg, and she knew if she looked it wouldn't be a good idea. Instead just pulled herself.
"Hey! Just stay still okay. I'm getting help- Hi this is Jamie Tomas. I'm on the corner of Oak and Sunrise. This girl ran in front of my car, I hit her, her friend is shot and not moving…" Casey pulled herself to Derek's side clutching him desperately trying to keep him warm. His fingers felt like ice and his lips were the color of paper.
"hey they are on their way…" Jamie said taking off his coat and putting it over the two of them. His arm went around Casey trying to shield them from the rain.
"It'll be okay." He murmured, Casey couldn't agree, cause at this point, she really didn't think so.
