Hey Folks

Afraid this update wasn't quite as quick as the last one but it still took less than a month….so not too shabby

Anywho you know the disclaimer, I am poor therefor own nothing

But enjoy! Oh and by the way, the reason the coffee machine was dented is because the hospital was too cheap to buy a new one after Gordon punched it in Meteorite, but congratulations to CBloom2 who was pretty darn close - kind of

All Expenses Paid

Chapter 10

Virgil kept his attention on the corridor as his father dealt with the unconscious thug. He realised he wasn't scared anymore. He was angry. He wanted to get out and make the Hood pay. The corridor was empty but he could hear voices in the distance. He looked back to see his father still searching the pockets of the unconscious man.

The voices were getting closer.

He gently closed the heavy door and made his way back over to his father. Jeff placed a few of the items he had found on the ground before helping Virgil pull the gargantuan man into the corner behind the now closed door.

Virgil looked down to the pile on the floor. Within was what appeared to be a taser, a metal pipe, a walkie talkie and few small lengths of plastic wire. Jeff picked up the taser and handed it to him before taking the other items for himself. "Ready?" Jeff asked. Virgil gave a small nod before taking his place on the floor huddled against his father, the taser hidden beneath his brothers' jacket.

Two more men entered the room, sending the door flying on its' hinges, automatically concealing the dormant form of their colleague. Both men turned towards the Tracy's on the floor, the taller of the two looked towards the other "Where the hell is Shaun? He was told to bring 'em to the boss."

The smaller, boulder like one gave a small shrug, clearly not bothered by his comrades disappearance "Who cares, let's take them. Shaun can deal with the wrath of the boss on 'is own," he then made his way towards Virgil, dragging him up by the scruff of his neck.

Virgil allowed himself to be pulled to the open door before revealing the taser. Quickly twisting his body and yanking his neck out of the thugs grasp he pointed the taser directly at the other man's torso and fired.

As he watched the man fall to his knees in a twitching mess the world seemed to slow down. He saw his father pull himself out of the other thugs grip before swinging the metal pipe into his aggressors head. It connected with a sickening crack and the man fell down, his body hitting the ground with a deafening crash. The room was still.

Jeff surveyed the damage; he looked to Virgil who was still watching the man beneath him twitch as the electric current pulsed through his body. Pulling himself back to his senses he grabbed Virgil and together they left the cell, making sure to close the door behind them.

Scott had finally dozed off. But he was restless as he slept, plagued by images of John falling bloody and broken into his arms dragging him back into consciousness. It was just as he was dozing again that the doctor he had been waiting for finally entered the waiting room.

The doctor gave a soft cough as he approached the slumbering man, causing Scott to jump from his relaxed position and land in a heap on the ground. Looking up he saw the doctor trying to cover a smirk as he helped him up. However as Scott came eye level with the him, the doctors' expression became grave. "How is he?" Scott asked, hoping the expression was merely a professional quirk and not a forewarning of what was to come.

"He got through the surgery with no complications," Scott gave a sigh of relief "But he lost a lot of blood before he got here. He needs blood."

"But this is a hospital; surely you have blood stored right?" Scott asked, the relief suddenly feeling like a distant memory.

"You're brother has a very rare blood type, he is AB negative. Less than 1% of the human population have this particular blood type."

Scott looked up at this "My dad, he has the same blood type as John. I can get him here, how long do we have?"

The doctor looked down at the chart in his hands "We can keep him stable for twenty four hours. After that it would be touch and go." He gave Scott a sympathetic look before adding "I'll leave you to contact your father, just ask the nurses' station to page me when he arrives." With that the doctor left the room.

Brains nearly fell off his chair when he heard the communication transmitter start beeping. Pushing his work out of the way he opened the communication channel but was surprised to see Scotts face on the other side. "Hey Brains," Scotts voice crackled through the speakers.

"Master Sc-sc-sc-sc Tracy, what's happening?" Brain asked, fiddling with various buttons to attempt to improve the clarity of the audio.

"I'm at the hospital. I can't contact Dad, what's going on Brains?" Scott asked, his voice now quieter but clearer through the speakers.

"We lost contact with your father almost six hours ago. We are trying to re-establish the communication connection but are having little lu-lu-lu progress," Brains explained.

"Damnit," Scott muttered, turning his head away from the screen for a few moments, turning back he looked into the monitor for a second "Brains, I need you to contact Dad. Use anything, email, instant messaging. Hell you can use Morse code if you like, but he needs to get to the New York Community Hospital as soon as possible." Scott commanded.

"Yes sir," Brains said, an idea slowly igniting in the back of his mind "Master Scott, may I enquire as to the situation at the hospital?"

Scott closed his eyes, then with a sigh "I found John when me and Dad got separated. He's hurt. It's bad Brains, just get Dad here."

"F.A.B Scott," Brains closed the channel. The idea was now steadily burning, and he knew it would work.

Gordon was sat opposite Alan playing 'Go Fish'. It was still tense but it was slowly dissipating. Gordon looked down at the cards in his hand, he hated 'Go Fish' but it was either this or trying to fix the toaster again, and he didn't much feel like being electrocuted today. It didn't help that Alan was the master of this game, but anything to pass the time.

Just as Alan was taking the final steps towards his victory the monitor began beeping, alerting them to an incoming communication. As Alan went to answer it, Gordon to the opportunity to put all the cards back in the deck, he was not about to be destroyed by his baby brother at 'Go Fish'.

He relaxed back into his chair, quite pleased with himself, until he saw Alan ushering him over to the monitor looking confused. "What's wrong Al?" he asked as he made his way across.

"Brains needs us to close all the communication channels so he can try something." Alan explained, still looking at the computer like a foreign language. Gordon, though also confused, took a seat next to Alan and began typing in the necessary codes to close down the communications on the satellite.

Jeff and Virgil were slowly but surely making their way through the building and towards the exit and had yet to see any guards. They had just entered the corridor with the double staircase. Virgil stopped. He felt like he had been punched. He could still see John falling backwards down the stairs. He could feel his fathers' eyes on him, questioning his lack of movement. "We've got to get John," he whispered before running forward and down the stairs he had seen his brother tumble down.

Jeff followed immediately behind his son, slightly perplexed by his actions. However, when he reached the base of the stairs, he understood. There was an almost dry pool of blood. Jeff felt sick. "He's gone," Virgil said. Jeff just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Both men stood there in silence, watching the stain on the floor. Neither acknowledged the beeping jacket. "Give that here," he said, carefully removing the jacket from his sons' grip, not that Virgil noticed.

He listened carefully to the sequence of beeps, allowing it to repeat itself twice before extracting his attention. "Come on, we've got to get out of here Virge," he said, pulling Virgil by the arm.

Virgil followed with clumsy steps, his mind still with his brother. It wasn't until they were in the foyer that he really noticed the change in environment and pulled himself from his fathers' grip. "Where are going Dad?"

"We've got to get to the hospital" Jeff explained, then looked at his son again and realised he hadn't heard the message Brains' had sent "Virgil, John's not dead," he said, a smile splitting his face.

This got Virgils' attention and his head shot up fast enough to give him whiplash. "But I saw him, they shot him," he rambled.

Jeff placed a calming hand on his sons shoulder and gave him a small smile "Scott found him and took him straight to hospital," he saw belief slowly seep into his sons eyes "But he's not out of the woods yet, he needs blood so we've got to get to the hospital now okay?" Virgil gave a swift nod and followed his father through the foyer and out of the building.

As they took their first breath of fresh air Jeff spoke again "And as soon as we are finished at the hospital we're going to buy Brains a cake. A really big one."

End of Chapter 10

Man I wish I had a cake right now…

RussianKat