Chapter 6

Panic raced through Anna's veins as she watched her partner lay on the blacktop of the dirty city street. She looked for any sign that Damon was going to be okay. She tried her best survey the situation, but her worries were clouding her thoughts. You can't die on me. I need you. She was so distracted that she had not even heard the wailing of the ambulance's siren.

Damon's eyes fluttered open as he looked up at what he thought was an angel from heaven. Death had come for him, he was sure of it. "Damon," the angel said, a smile growing on her face.

"Am I dead?" he asked the angel. That was when he noticed the angel's face look at him with a bemused look.

"No, silly," the angel responded. "The ambulance is here. You'll be okay once they patch you up at the hospital. And when I find the son of a bitch that did this to you, I'll kill them."

Damon thought that those were some strange words coming from one of God's angels. It was only when he saw those brilliant green eyes that he realized who it was he had been talking to that entire time.

"Anna?" Damon whispered. Why did his head hurt so much?

"Of course," she replied. "Who else would I be?" Anna smiled and ran her fingers through his blood stained hair.

Remy looked on with concern as he gave a statement to the first responders. Naturally, he gave the police officer an alias, not wanting his surname to raise any red flags. Thankfully, it was a sunny day, so it wasn't out of place for Remy to be wearing a pair of sunglasses. His red-on-black eyes were notorious in this town. After he had finished with the police, Remy walked over closer to Anna, hoping to comfort her. As he watched Anna hover over Damon, an uneasy feeling overcame him. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but Remy knew enough to trust his instincts. His current train of thought was disturbed as Anna's piercing green eyes came into focus.

"Remy," she sighed, "do you mind if I ride with Damon to the hospital?"

"Of course not, chere," Remy replied. He would have offered to come with her, but he knew better. Once at the hospital, it would all come out that Damon was actually an FBI agent. Remy thought it wiser to stay clear of that scene. Any master member of the Thieves Guild knew better than to insert himself into a room full of federal agents. "Keep me updated," Remy said as he gave his lover a gentle kiss on the lips. For the slightest moment, his uneasiness subsided, albeit for the smallest fraction of a second. However, it all hit him again like a shot to the gut as soon as Anna pulled away from him and the doors of the ambulance shut behind her.

They spent hours in the hospital: Damon being poked, prodded, and tested by all types of machines, and Anna answering as many of Brookes' questions as possible.

"Why the hell does this shit always happen to the two of you," Brookes hollered at Anna on the other end of the telephone.

"We must be on to something," Anna explained. "Otherwise why try to take us out. It's a little too coincidental that we were attacked right after we left the police station. Whoever it was knew we would be there that day."

"There's no possibility that this was a simple hit and run?" Brookes questioned.

"No," Anna replied. The squealing of the tires replayed in Anna's mind. The memory was so fresh, she swore she could even smell the burning of the tires as the car hit Damon and screeched around the street corner. If Remy had not pulled her out of the way, the car would have hit her as well.

"We have the whole department checking every surveillance tape in the area. If there's a picture of this asshole, we're going to find it," Brookes spoke.

They finished their conversation as Damon was wheeled back into the hospital room. She tucked the phone into her back pocket and sat beside Damon once he was settled into the room. The cute, young nurse blushed when Damon asked if she would be back later to tuck him in. Anna merely rolled her eyes, but had to admit that Damon still looked quite handsome, despite the fact that he was bruised and cut all over. A pang of guilt hit her as soon as the thought manifested itself. She forced her attention back to the larger problems at hand. A. finding out who did this, and B. finding out why they did it.

Anna watched as the nurse injected some painkillers into Damon's IV. It was only a matter of time before her partner would succumb to the medicinal cocktail in his bloodstream.

"How are you feeling?" Anna looked at her partner with concern. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his.

"Wonderful now," Damon smiled. "These drugs are amazing!" She saw the effort it was taking to keep his eyelids open. It would be any moment now before he was out for the night.

"The doctors say that you have a slight concussion, some cuts and bruises. But, otherwise, you're lucky to be alive. They're going to keep you here for observation, and maybe release you in a few days," Anna explained to her partner.

"Whatever happened to patient confidentiality," Damon murmured.

"Try explaining what that is to Brookes. He demanded your records and threatened to subpoena the whole hospital," Anna laughed. "You know Brookes, a couple of phone calls, and he gets what he wants."

"Uh-huh," Damon managed.

"Listen, I'll get going so you can get some rest. I'll be by again in the morning," Anna whispered, pulling her hand away.

Just before she could walk away, Damon wearily grabbed hold on her fingertips. He made a mumbled sound before letting go. Anna carefully pulled her hand away and brushed his hair away from his face before walking toward to door.

As Anna placed her hand on the door's handle, she could swear she heard the words "goodnight angel" come from Damon. She held her breath and pursed her lips tightly before rushing into the hall.

She gathered herself before walking down the hall to the elevator. Anna rapidly pressed the down button and waited impatiently for the elevator to finally arrive.

Her thoughts were now racing a mile a minute. It was perfectly natural for her to care about her partner, right? After all, they put their lives into each other's hands on a daily basis. She trusted Damon more than she trusted anyone. Wait. No. It was Remy that she trusted the most in her life. Wasn't it? When the silvery doors finally opened, Anna jumped into the car and tried to push out all her guilty thoughts. The ride down to the lobby was torment. Her anxiety heightened when the elevator doors opened, and her eyes were met with a pair of red on black eyes.

A/N: Sorry for the short update guys. I wanted to get this out because I couldn't leave poor Damon on the cement. And, since I've been getting a bad case of ADD lately, there's another story that has been tantalizing my muses.

But, don't worry faithful readers, (the few and far between) I will still be writing this story. This will not have the same fate as Demon Eyes!

TheParadoxicalPoint: I know what you mean! I probably shouldn't be saying this but I am a ROMY shipper and always will be! ;) But who's to say we can't have some angsty fun along the way!