Authors Note:
Hey everyone! Sorry for the really long jumps between updates. Been very busy helping with some family problems. Hoping to have more updates out there soon. Just pretty please bear with me. Sorry for the rampant abuse in this chapter. If it offends you please don't read.
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Chapter 5:
Ed mentally closed his eyes as James' arm reached under the desk. He prayed that Amy would be ok. Wordy watched helplessly as well. Greg was speaking in their ears but what he was saying might as well have been gibberish for all they understood him. James reappeared a moment later, dragging Amy out from under the desk by her hair.
"You BITCH! I YELLED FOR YOU. WHY DID YOU IGNORE ME? YOU KNOW WHAT THE PENALTY IS FOR IGNORING ME! STUPID BITCH!" James backhanded her across the face and watched her drop on her back before yanking her back up by the hair again. Ed's finger tightened on the trigger briefly before easing up and taking a deep breath, calming himself.
Amy stood there. She didn't reach up to wipe her mouth, she didn't spit out the blood, she didn't react. She knew that if she did, that would set James off again. She knew that he wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot. He grabbed her by her hair again and forced his lips on hers. She didn't kiss him back, letting him do what he wanted, even feeling her up. She knew that Wordy and Ed were outside for she had seen them briefly.
Wordy scooted around a little bit to get a better vantage point. He hated to see Amy being treated like this. It made him think of his wife, Shelly. He wanted to rush in there and take James out, but he knew that if they did and botched it, it would give James time and opportunity to kill Amy. None of the team wanted that. So Wordy and Ed waited for the go ahead.
"Baby- I only wanted a little time away from you. You know heighten the wanting. I still-" Her vision exploded into stars. James had punched her. She felt her head snap back and hit the couch, thankful that she didn't pass out. She knew that if she passed out, She was dead. She couldn't afford that. She knew that she couldn't let him kill her.
Spike was sitting the command truck where he had been ordered to stay unless told otherwise. Greg was not about to let him help with the negotiation because he was so personally involved. They all were personally involved, but Spike was more involved then the others. Spike could only listen and wince in sympathy. He wanted to rush in there and take the pain away from her.
"Boss, can I do anything to help? Please Boss." Greg shook his head. He knew that Spike was going to keep asking. He was going to keep denying him the chance to help because he knew that Spike would let his emotions get the best of him. There were no bombs involved so Spike wasn't needed and Greg told him that, knowing that it would sting a little bit.
Amy tried to gently tug her arm from James' grip. She knew that she needed to sooth his ruffled feathers, and calm him down. She smiled at him and started stroking his arm, hoping that it would calm him a little bit to the point that he would lossen his grip a little. She wasn't going to run. She wanted to sit on the couch and rest with him.
Suddenly, James threw her down on the floor. She landed on her hands and knees and stayed there a moment before an explosion of pain dropped her onto her stomach. The bastard had kicked her in the ribs, hard. She felt, rather than heard the snapping of several broken ribs. She rolled onto her back, screaming in agony, when he kicked her again viciously.
"BITCH! IF YOU DIDN'T PROVOKE ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TO PUNISH YOU!" He yanked her up again and started shaking her. Finally he threw her down to the floor and laughed at her pathetic attempts to crawl away from him. He turned away to pick up the phone that was ringing once again. He planted a booted foot in Amy's back as she tried again to crawl away.
"WHAT!" Greg pulled the phone away from his ear briefly at the harsh screech in his ear. He quickly put the phone back to his ear. He got out pen and paper to write down James demands but none were forthcoming. He could hear Amy loudly wheezing and wondered, frightened, if the beating hadn't punctured a lung or something.
"James, This is SGT. Parker again. I can hear the young lady with you wheezing. How about you let us send in a medical team to treat her and take her to the hospital? She sounds bad, like she needs medical attention. We only want to help you and her both. We don't want either of you to get hurt. What do you say?" He waited for a moment, hoping that there was some kind of conscience in James, but he knew deep down the guy was a sociopath.
"No. She and I are going for a ride. We have things that we need to discuss. She's fine. She needs to learn that I am the man in our relationship anyway. We are leaving. I want a car brought to the Back alley, fully gassed and running. No Tricks. Do you understand me? Or she dies." Greg replied that he understood but that it would take time.
"Can I at least possibly talk to the young lady. I want to see how she is and what medical supplies we can put in the car for her, along with some food." James grunted an assent and threw the phone at Amy, Laughing when it hit her in the forehead. Amy mentally rolled her eyes and groaned. She gingerly picked up the phone and put it to her ear.
"Yeah. This is Amy." Greg quickly wrote some quick notes about what he could hear. Amy sounded awful. He could hear the wheezing and it sounded wet, and he was willing to beat that she was bleeding internally. He hoped his voice sounded a little cheerful and calm. He wanted to give her some hope that this ordeal was almost over.
"Amy. How are you holding up? I know it hurt, if you can hold on just a little bit longer, we can end this. Ed and Wordy are outside the back door waiting for him. I know you are in major pain. Tell me what you are feeling, so he thinks that I am trying to figure out what supplies to put in the car for you." Amy nodded slowly.
"Bleeding from the mouth, can tell that I am probably, internal. Bandages. painkillers. Morphine or Vicodin. Ribs are broke, Spleen maybe? I don't know? My knee is dislocated, I think? so bandages for that. It's hard to see, I think? I don't know. I think I'm tired now. I'm just going to take a nap now." Greg gripped the phone scared.
"Ed. Wordy. Get ready to go in. We need to get her out and to the hospital NOW. I want James alive. he deserves to rot in jail for what he did. Amy? Amy honey, Don't close your eyes, You hear me, Don't close them, open your eyes for me. Amy? Answer me sweetheart." Greg could hear Amy wheezing and James disgusted comments.
"Wake up you stupid whore. Wake up I said. UGH, Stupid Bitch! You are worthless. Do you understand me? WORTHLESS." James kicked her again in the back, and she let out a faint groan. He grabbed the phone from her limp hand and kicked her in the knee, making her start to cry in pain. He turned away from her.
"You talked to her. I want the car for us now. No tricks. Call back when the Car is ready." He slammed the phone down in its cradle and sat down on the couch to wait for the phone call. Greg grit his teeth before giving the ok for the car. He knew that James might get in the car, but he wouldn't be taking Amy with him anywhere.
"Eddie, Wordy. On my command. Sam, Jules inside, front door. Less lethal people. Medics are standing by. We got one chance to bring him down so we can get to Amy. Let's do this. Everyone ready?" They all called out ready as Greg gave the ok. Sam and Jules busted down the front Door just as Ed and Wordy rushed in the back door.
Wordy and Sam Pounced on James and handcuffed him while Jules covered them and Ed checked Amy. He checked her pulse and closed his eyes. He didn't feel one. He screamed for the medics to hurry the hell up. He vaguely heard Wordy Tell Greg that the subject was contained. He started doing some heavy praying. He couldn't do chest compressions because he didn't know how badly injured Amy was. He gave her a couple breaths, slightly encouraged when she took a shallow, weak breath on her own.
"COME ON! LET'S GO GET IN HERE. SHE NEEDS TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL AND SEE A DOCTOR. LET'S GO!" Ed stumbled back when Wordy grabbed him by the arm and gently moved him out of the way. The medics swarmed over Amy and started giving her an IV and oxygen. The team watched saddened by the news that there was barely a chance that she would live through the night. Ed was startled out of his reverie by a hoarse shout.
"STUPID BITCH WAKE UP. WAKE UP YOU STUPID SISSY! QUIT FAKING! I HOPE YOU DIE YOU STUPID TRAMP. YOU DESERVE TO-" James was knocked over backwards when Sam's fist connected with his jaw. The others conveinently turned their backs securing the scene. They knew Sam hit him, and they weren't about to tell.
"Guys! she is a load and run. Let's go. Someone get the rest of our gear. LET'S MOVE!" They rushed her out to the waiting ambulance and left speeding away. Greg and Spike were already waiting in the trucks, and After transfering James to a Squad car, the rest of the team got in and drove to the hospital. More to be there for Spike than anything else.
When they got there, Spike saw Amy's Parents waiting for news. He immediately ran to them and enveloped them in hugs. The rest of the team walked up slowly. They all said hello and sat down to wait. After they sat, A nurse came out and handed a clipboard to Spike without a word and left. Spike rolled his eyes and handed the clipboard to Amy's mom.
"This is a history form. They need it so they know what her health has been like." When you are done, Give it to the girl at the counter." Her mother nodded and filled it out quickly. She dropped it off at the front counter and then sat down to wait. The rest of the team left to debrief and Greg told Spike that he could debrief tomorrow. Spike thanked him and sat there in his uniform without the vest or guns. They all added their well wishes and left.
"Spike? Wordy and I will be back at the end of the shift to drop off your clothes and and your truck. Give her a big kiss from all of us. She'll pull through man. Don't worry about it." Spike nodded and shook their hands and sat down again to wait. He knew that it would be a while before they heard anything at all. He got coffee for the three of them and offered to pay for dinner from the cafe.
After several hours, a doctor came out to speak with her parents. Spike went with them into the consultation room. Spike had an awful feeling about the way the doctor was acting. He knew that usually when they brought people into the consulting room, it was to tell them that the family member had died. He kept that information to himself however, hoping that he was wrong.
"I am Dr. Carns. I was the attending on your daughters case. She was in really bad shape when she was brought in. Spike, What's your reason for being here? Are you on the case? I already sent all of the stuff over to the lab for processing." Spike shook his head and motioned for him to go on. The Doctor flipped open a chart and motioned to the parents.
"Your daughter has six broken ribs. She also has a dislocated knee. We had to remove her spleen in surgery and put her knee back into place. Her spleen was completely ruptured and that's where the internal bleeding was coming from. She has multiple bruises and a cut on her cheek where something cut her. We stitched it up."
"How long will she be here Doctor? When can we see her? Is she awake?" The doctor nodded at them. Spike was listening intently so he could relay information to the team, who he knew were probably waiting for a call from him. The doctor leaned back in his chair and consulted his chart. Spike was overjoyed that she was going to be ok.
"We want to keep her for about a week, and get her started on Physical therapy. She's going to have to use crutches and stay off her feet as much as possible. After a week, she will be able to go home. It will be about 2 months before she will be able to return to work. Probably three to be safe. Now it's my understanding from SGT Greg Parker that she was beaten by her ex boyfriend. Is there any possibility that he would try to drop by?"
"No Doctor, her ex boyfriend is currently locked up in the local jail. We were able to apprehend him and sent him downtown to be booked. He shouldn't be getting out anytime soon. I want an armed guard outside her room anyway as a precaution. Can I see her please? I want to see her before I have to take off back to the station to debrief."
The doctor nodded and led the way to Amy's room. Amy was laying in the bed asleep. Spike hung back and let her parents crowd around the bed first. Amy woke up slowly, blinking owlishly at her surroundings until everything came into focus. She hugged her parents lightly and talked to the Doctor briefly before he ledt to make rounds, promising to check on her. Spike stayed until the officer showed up and introduced them before he kissed Amy and left, promising to be back as often as he could.