A/N: I only thought it was fitting to include Loretta in this canon style fic. Glad everyone was receptive to her cleverness!

Fearful and sickly looking brown eyes were pulled from a deep sleep at the sound of the gun fire. She could hear a familiar voice but couldn't quite place it. She tried to swallow only to find that a cruel tube had been inserted into her throat. She felt like she was going to choke. Hospital personnel were starting to enter the room, yet no one seemed to be paying attention to her.

Her fists started to ball up in panic as she realized she couldn't speak. Desperately, she wanted to call out to anyone who would listen but she couldn't. She tried to see over the bulk of the respirator but the size of it blocked her view.

She was helpless. And why wasn't anyone paying attention to her? Tears started to slither down her face, chasing one another, prompting the need to hiccup: her chest jumping involuntarily. It happened again and she felt like she was going to choke.

There was so much commotion in the room, so much panic, that she thought she would swallowed whole. She was literally going drown in her own tears and no one was going to notice. Finally she gave up and started to thrash about, the midst of a panic attack. Alarms started to go off and she heard the sound of another familiar voice, well it was more of wheeze but clearly it brought her a sense of comfort.

Go, check on Brody!

She felt like she should know this voice but she couldn't picture the face that went with it. If only her mind could clear! Relief was finally hers as the face of a kindly woman, leaned over and took ahold of her hand.

"Hello Merri, we've been waiting for you."

Brody forced herself to focus on the face that was looking over her. Was this woman a doctor? Dressed in blue scrubs and a colorful hair net, it was hard to tell. But one thing was certain. This woman seemed to care about her.

She continued to hold the woman's hand until an accompanying team had successful removed her from the ventilator. Gasping she took in a huge gulp of air, feeling her lungs expand. Everything hurt, she thought as rational thought started to return.

"Merri, do you know who I am?"

Brody's forehead crinkled as she looked at the middle age woman before her. She should know her she thought, pressing her mind for the answer but her brain didn't seem to want to cooperate.

"Dr. Wade!" a strange voice called out.

Dr. Wade?

"Christopher needs me right now," the woman she now knew as Dr. Wade said. "He's having some trouble breathing. We have to take him up to surgery. But I'm going to leave you with Sebastian."

A large face with glasses and curly hair invaded her personal space almost making her want to curl in on herself as he let out a Wookie style yell.

"Chewbacca is glad you are back."

"Star Wars?" She said her voice barely a whisper wishing the fog that surrounding her brain would dissipate, as he prepared for her bed to be moved. A few moments later, she was moving down the corridor into the elevator.

The strange man, Dr. Wade had referred to as Sebastian was babbling incessantly about the most obscure things, preventing her mind from being able to focus on the things it should. She vaguely remembered some sort of accident but could only place bits and pieces of the details.

Fear gripped her as she realized her assigned escort was taking her to into the morgue. "Why are we here?" she asked as Sebastian unlocked a door that would lead to her new room.

"Doc Wade's wicked sense of humor."

Brody looked at him through uncertain eyes.

"Someone just tried to kill LaSalle," he reiterated.

LaSalle, the name sounded familiar but she couldn't place the face. "Who's LaSalle?"

Sebastian turned his head to the left and to the right. For once in his life he was at a loss for words. Was she kidding? Raking his hand over his mouth, he started to speak slowly as if that would have some sort of bearing on her memory.

"5'9, good looking, has an affection for the ladies, carries a gun, plays with Legos and talks like this." Brody looked at Sebastian incredulously as he attempted to imitate, LaSalle's southern drawl, failing miserably.

Exasperated, Sebastian finally gave up in defeat. "He works with you and Pride at NCIS. The three of you run about the City catching bad guys together while Dr. Wade and I put the pieces of the mysteries together-"

"He wants a whole basketball team of kids," Brody said absently as Sebastian stuck out his bottom lip.

"Never heard that before, but ok. You know do that genetically, he's too short for that to actually happen because in basketball you have to be-"

"I got it," Brody put a hand up silencing any more he might want to say. She wasn't sure where the bit about the kids and a basketball team had come from but it was something.

Abigail Borin was standing in the bullpen, researching on the plasma screen when Pride walked in, looking a little grim. "How are Brody and LaSalle?"

Pride took of his jacket and laid it over a chair. "LaSalle is still unconscious and Brody, well, she's having trouble remembering everything." He said watching Borin give a somber nod. "What did you find out from our suspect?"

"Something very interesting." When faced with attempted murder charges, Carson Meacham had been very cooperative. "As it turns, out Carson Meacham and his wife, Bethany are part of an internet website following."

Abigail quickly typed in web address. Pride could only watch as his face appeared on the screen with the words scrolling across the page. Kill the King. "There's a bounty of half a million dollars on your head." Borin explained. "Seems like Meacham and his wife were looking for a way to spice up their marriage and plan for their retirement at the same time."

Pride closed his eyes. "What about Brody and LaSalle?"

"Two hundred, fifty-thousand a piece." Abigail added. "It seems that our nurse dead body, AKA Bethany Meacham was able to get her hands on a paralytic and when given with a medication known as midazolam, causes temporary paralysis and anemisic effects."

"Meacham's wife drugged Brody and LaSalle and then he put them in the truck." Pride finished, earning Borin's approval.

"Pretty sick."

Pride blew out a tense breath. "Where are we on finding out who runs the website?"

"Patton's working on it." Borin replied. "But if you were serious about having Brody and LaSalle declared dead, we can use Meacham to help us draw out the owner; for a reduced sentence course."

Pride rolled his eyes. "Of course."

A/N: a little side note. Brody's confusion is caused from the accident itself and not the drug. The question is how long should her confusion last?