"Her shoulder is dislocated and her wound seems to be infected." Scully stated. "She clearly has a fever and seems to be in and out of consciousness." She said as she sat by the bedside of an ill Florence. After she had exited the basement where she left Emily behind, she had gone with Margie and the blonde woman upstairs and further up on the staircase to the last room at the end of the hallway. The room was small, with two beds on either side, a writing desk in the middle. Everything was cleaned and kept neat, the colors light. Aside from a few books and some small knickknacks sticking out here and there, there was not very much personality to it. On the bed on the right side, lay a pale looking girl, Florence, tucked under the covers. Her hair was fair as well as her skin and seemed to stick to her forehead. Scully had carefully gone to her side and sat down on the bed, while guiding the woman to rise to a sitting position, in order to examine what she had to deal with. Margie quickly filled Florence in on what a stranger was doing in her room, before stepping back again.
Florence had a white nightgown on, but since it was sleeveless, Scully had a perfect view of her arm and shoulder, which was clearly out of place. She had a poorly made gauche around her forearm, and upon removing it, Scully found big open wound with red, yellow and slight purple colors showing. Not a very good sign.
"Well?" Florence asked. "How does it look doc?"
"I would recommend going to a hospital. This needs to be cleaned and treated and needs stitches and your shoulder needs to be put into place." Scully answered.
"No hospitals." The blonde older woman interrupted in a harsh tone. "Either your able to do it or not."
"I am, but I need supplies, need to this properly if you don't want the infection to spread. She's already at a bad stage with the fever; the last thing I want is to worsen it." Scully stopped and looked at the women, contemplating what would be the best thing to do in this situation. "I have supplies." She finally stated after hesitation, gaining everybody's attention. "I have all the supplies I need at my home. Let me go and I'll pick it up so I can come back."
"Sure like you wouldn't just go running off first chance you got." Margie spat out. But before Scully could argue back the blonde woman placed a gentle hand on Margie's shoulder, pulling her out of the room in order to discuss.
Scully could see them standing, whispering, but she was too far away to hear the content of their conversation. It was clear though that Margie wasn't all too happy with this, but neither seemed the blonde woman. It was clear that hostage taking hadn't been a part of their plan. Scully looked over at Florence on the bed, who had slipped back down with closed eyes. Murder suspect or not, she clearly needed medical attention, sooner rather than later.
"Alright" the blonde woman said upon her and Margie's return. "You can pick up the supplies, but we have some demands that needs to be followed. First of all, your girlfriend stays her." Scully nodded. Even if she didn't want to leave Emily alone, she knew that she had to go. "Margie will go with you, in case you'll try to run or do anything else stupid."
"I'll have a device on me." Margie continued. "I give back a signal every minute in order to let everybody know that things are going according to plan. If I don't give back a signal all of the sudden, I can't say what will happen to Lauren, but I can promise you it won't be pretty." Margie smirked and Scully thought back to Emily and Sandra, who had kicked Emily in the gut for absolutely no reason. Suddenly she felt her heart quicken, her chest filling with anger and concern. "Are we clear?"
"Yes." Scully answered in a low voice, beginning to exit the room alongside the others.
"And most importantly;" Margie added, "don't forget that I'll the armed at any time and I'm not scared to use it."
Scully knew that she had to be careful when they left the house. She knew that the team knew that something was wrong by now and that they were probably preparing or waiting somewhere. But she also knew that she had to put Emily's life first and that she couldn't risk whatever device Margie had on her to be lost or destroyed, or it might mean the end of Emily as well. She could hear it, in Margie's hand; hear the small clicks whenever Margie would press something into it. It was some sort of device, almost like a phone, filled with only numbers. Margie must know some sort of changing code. It left it impossible for Scully to figure out what it was in time to give back a signal. It made her curse under her breath.
It didn't really help either that she could feel the edge of a sharp blade pressed tightly against her back. If only she could buy herself some more time. If only there was some way to contact the team. To keep them at bay at just a bit more.
"If you can hear me, I only need a few things. I only need a bit of time, there's no reason to panic or do something rash." She said aloud. She remembered that she still had her microphone on her and she knew that the team and Mulder would be listening. She just hoped that they knew that she was talking them and not to her capture.
"Don't worry, if you keep calm, I keep calm. If you don't? Well we wouldn't want to figure that out, would we?" Margie answered.
"Everything's under control. Let's just keep walking then." Once again, Scully prayed for Emily's safety that the team would listen to her words and understand them for what they were. A plead for them to keep at bay.
And it seemed to work. For when they left through the gates to the giant mansion, there were no cops to be seen, no Mulder, no BAU, nothing. Scully let out a small breath of relief as they began walking, Margie always right behind her, her knife hidden from view by her long sleeves. The road seemed to stretch in a weird way with each step, getting longer and longer away from Emily. She had no idea about how to finish whatever it was that she had begun. She soon realized that she didn't really have a plan. Get to the house, then what?
She could hear clicking sound from Margie's left hand, bringing her painfully back to reality. But as she looked around, she suddenly seemed to notice two familiar faces. She remembered them as Reid and Rossi, from the BAU. They were standing at the street corner, appearing to be deep in casual conversation. Rossi nodded politely in her direction, and she managed to muster up a small smile and nod, signaling that everything was under control. If Margie had noted the exchange, she didn't say anything or put any weight on it. It was a relief to Scully, knowing that somebody was there, keeping an eye on her, right under her captures nose.
She saw Morgan, playing with a basketball in the park they passed, saw Hotch, pretending to fix some pipes on one of the houses.
And then they arrived at the house.
"Is it here?" Margie asked. It was the first thing any of them had said upon leaving the gates of the old mansion.
"Yes." Scully answered curtly. She felt her heart beating hard in her chest, heard the click's from Margie, felt her palms sweating, her mind racing after finding a solution, a way out.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Margie asked, when Scully didn't make a move to continue.
"Nothing. Just getting my keys." Scully reached into her pocket, feeling the keys cold against her hand. But as she made to pull them out, they dropped on the grass of the front garden. And as Scully bend down to pick them up, she suddenly knew what she had to do.
Without thinking or hesitation, she quickly grabbed a garden dwarf that was sitting right next to her face, and quickly rose, swinging it with her to hit her capturer over her head. The dwarf smashed upon contact, making a loud sound echo, as Margie fell to the ground. Scully stood still for a second, her breathing ragged, until she looked down. The clicking device had fallen along Margie, now lying destroyed against the stones of the entry to the house.
A/N: As of now, I have two weeks of vacation time, so hopefully I'll be able to write more, although I've been told that there may not be any connection where I'm going, so I might not update before I get back again.