( I hope everyone continues to read, enjoy & review. OK Quite a bit of Gaelic in this chapter, but I would say 90% of it I give a translation because Mark is acting as a translator at one part)

12/31/05

Drew looked over at the bed Patty was passed out on. He knows he was advised against flying with her the day before, but he didn't trust her at the house. A smirk crossed his lips as he finished getting dressed to head up stairs to the dinner portion of the party. He stepped out heading for the elevator as he pulled his phone calling Tiffany. "Ello love…I just arrived a little while ago…can I meet ya somewhere?…Well tell me ya room love & I'll come meet ya…well it has been a while & I miss me wif…See you soon love."

Tiffany's skin crawled now hearing his voice, ever since she found the truth. She studied herself in the mirror as she placed a gold necklace around her neck that had a diamond pendent that hung right above the cleavage of the strapless royal blue gown she was in. She wondered how long she could pretend around him before she would snap.

Hearing the door she moved to it opening it for Drew who was in his kilt & white dress shirt, the long socks & dress shoes. He did not have the longer blade he normally wore on his hip, but she could see the handle of the smaller one worn in the right sock. She stepped back letting him in. When it closed he stepped closer placing his hands on her hips before kissing her.
"I missed thee sweet taste of ya Tiffy."
"That so dear?"
"Why would ye doubt that?"
She just shrugs turning away walking to slip her shoes on. "You forgot a piece of your outfit?"
"Security issues…I was advised nay to wear it."
"I see." She tried not to jump feeling his hand grab her hips from behind.
"You look divine Tiffy…You sure we need to head up this soon?"
"Well I do anyways being one of the officers it would look bad if I am late…you can show whenever since we never officially announced ourselves a couple…even though you know there are rumors."
"When are there not some sort of rumor dear?"

Tiffany pulled away grabbing her clutch bag. "Well you coming & we can say we ran into each other on the elevator…or you going to the bar before dinner?"
"I'll come up with ya love, just know I plan on stealing a few dances from you." He walked with her out her hotel room & headed up to the ballroom hosting the event. Walking into the ballroom quite a few were already gathered eating. Mark & Jay were with their dates, Eve was with Matt that night & Adam. They all saw Drew walk in a few minute after Tiffany made an appearance but no sign of Patty or her brother yet.

At one point Eve saw Tiffany head for the ladies room & she excused herself following her. "So what you find out after our chat?" Eve asked her acting like she was fixing her make up.
"You were right…he married Patty or at least made it look that way. I found out directly from Stephen."
"Shit…and I haven't seen either of them show up have you?"
"No…Stephen told me she should of traveled in with Drew. I ran into him alone…Eve I don't know how far into the evening I can continue to play the dutiful wife. I want to kill him."
"Well do what you think is best…the thing is if he is up here where is she?"
"Don't know. Well I best head back."
"OK flag me later."
"Will do."

Tiffany turned to leave as did Eve a few moments later. Upon reaching the table she filled the guys in Mark had to fight desire to pound the weasel of a Scot.
"If he is here…maybe you guys can have the front desk call her room & see if she is there." Denise suggested.
Mark lightly laughed. "Well I see who the brains of the group is."
"Thanks Taker."
"Come on Adam." Mark kissed his date's cheek before pushing himself from the table to stand along with Adam moving to the hall.

As they walked into the foyer Mark spotted an already inebriated looking Stephen stepping from the elevator. "Shit this isn't good… You get on the phone & I'm going to grab him."
"Why?"
"The way he looks I see him causing a scene when he sees Drew but not his sister."
Adam nodded as Mark went to grab Stephen. "Hey le go." Stephen faintly slurred when Mark grabbed his shoulder turning him. "Wha ya wan Deadman."
"She isn't in there."
"K…so…"
"Drew is though."
"Ya thin ya know wha up do ya?"
"Yeah…maybe even more then you do…We can't have you causing a scene in there."
"An wha kina scene that be?"

"MARK!" Adam yelled across the Foyer he kept a hand on Stephen turning his head. He saw a worried look on his face still holding the phone.
"I don't got time for this Stephen, trust me don't go in there right now…Come over here." He closes his fingers into Stephen's shirt forcing him to walk with him over to where Adam was. Stephen kept trying to protest. "Shut up before I knock you on your ass & in your current state that wouldn't be hard." He then look at Adam "What?"
"She's rambling I can't make out a word…well almost can't make out a word she saying."

Mark takes the phone listening at first not hearing anything. "Patty?" The voice he heard is faintly slurred & hurried. "Calma, calma Patty…do sheomra Patty…díriú…Tá sé anseo, a shealbhú ar." He hung up the phone, Mark let go of Stephen heading for the elevator. Stephen looked & called after.
"What wrong wit me sistar." He tried following after him which Adam was already doing. All three got on heading for the lobby Mark kept glaring at Stephen. "Ya gonna answer me?"
"You don't deserve it."
"I know I been jerk…I wan make up to er is she let me."
"You best hope she is able to."
"What?"
Adam just listened not sure what was going on. Reaching the lobby Mark walked to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" Asked the clerk.
"Yes a co-worker of mine is in room 1242 & was not feeling well. Can we have someone escort us to their room we can check on her." He motions lightly towards Stephen. "He's her brother. Last name may be McIntyre." He watches at something is punched into the computer.
"Yes sir we will send someone up right away, do you wish our in house doctor to come check on her as well?"
Mark thought a moment realizing if Patty was only speaking Gaelic then she was in an altered state & was in need of care. "May be best, but me or her brother would need to be there…possible translation."

"OK sir someone will meet you up there along with the doctor." Mark nodded heading back for the elevator with Adam & Stephen.
"Mark what is going on?" Adam asked.
"She is sick…what ever it is…it's bad. I am sure you could guess why you couldn't understand her."
"Yeah she was speaking very fast Gaelic, like she was panicking…I couldn't get her to calm down or speak English."
"What ever is wrong it is affecting her thought patterns." They got off at the 12th floor heading down the hall. They got to the room & had to wait for hotel staff to show with the doctor opening the door.

Knocking the staff member announced themselves before unlocking the door. "Ma'am?" They entered the suite the doctor asked the guys to stay in the front section while he sees if she is in the bed area. They could hear him, but not what he was saying at first till he came back towards them. "I called for an ambulance for her. She has a very high fever & isn't responding well."

"It may be because she is not understanding you." Mark informed him. "Did she say anything?"
The doctor try to think. "Mumbles, not sure if I heard her right. No matter what I tried to ask her. fíor chosaint mo chroí."
"True Protect my heart?" Stephen tried to figure. "Drew?"
"Hell no.." Quickly Snapped Adam. "Not how I would of wanted you to find out Stephen…it's the two nick names for me & Mark."
"She wants you Adam, but she knows you wouldn't understand her." Mark informed them.

"How you know so damn much." Stephen seemed to begin to steam.
"Because unlike you I been trying to look out for her." Mark bit back at him. "So just shut up & pray she gets better." Mark looks at the doctor. "Is she decent so we can see her before the ambulance gets here?" He nods & Mark walks with Adam.

Patty laid on the bed on her back sweat made the cotton nightgown she was in cling to her skin. Her eyes were closed & they could see how her breathing was labored. "Patty? Mo chroí." Adam spoke near her.
"Mo chroí?"
"Yes."
"logh dom." Her voice weak as she tried to breath. Adam looked at Mark.
"forgive me." He informed Adam.
"There is nothing to forgive, it was not your fault."
"Níl aon rud a logh, ní raibh sé do locht."
"Ba chóir dom a bheith níos deacra throid."
"She is saying she should have fought harder."
Her eyes fought to open, they looked so sad & almost lifeless. Adam lightly touched her hand feeling the heat from it. "Mo chroí Calma..Relax we will talk once you are well."
"Beimid caint uair tá tú maith."

Before any more could be said the paramedics showed up & tried to order both men away from her till Mark quickly informed them he had to stay & needed to travel with her, because she was not speaking English at the moment & had no clue if she was understanding it any. Things were happening so fast that neither Adam or Mark noticed Stephen leaving the room.