Sylvia
/Chapter 9/
a/n: thanx for the reviews...apparently the struggle to write this is paying off if I 've managed to capture Sylvia's true insanity (and creepiness). I'm glad so many people liked Lanni; she was fun to write...I kinda wanted her to come off as a no-nonsense, smart-ass counter-part to Deeks...
...now for a brief interlude of team sharing and caring before jumping back into the pain and craziness...
...NCIS LA...NCIS LA...NCIS LA...NCIS LS...
Entering the ER just minutes after the ambulance carrying Lanni Sullivan, Sam and Callen were met by the sight of Deeks struggling angrily against his partner as he attempted to get past her and through the doors leading to the treatment rooms. The two agents exchanged grim looks before heading hurriedly in the direction of their team mates.
"Let me go, Kensi...I need to be with her...let me go..." Deeks growled angrily, pushing Kensi's hands away as she tried to hold him back.
"Deeks, ya' gotta let the doctor's do their job...come on, please—please, come and sit down..." Kensi begged.
"I said...leave me alone, damn it..." Deeks yelled, shoving Kensi forcefully away.
She stumbled into Callen, who caught her before she hit the floor; both agents turned startled eyes to the detective who suddenly realized what he had done...
Deeks eyes went wide as he stared at his partner, then looked down in shock at his offending appendages, his breathing taking on a ragged quality, "God...Kensi...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Rushing up to grab the now swaying man, Sam saw Deeks eyes glaze over and he demanded quickly, "G, get a doctor—now; he's in shock..."
Callen nodded and stepped away as Kensi reached out her hand to help support her partner just as Deeks eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed against Sam.
"G, where's that doctor," Sam called loudly.
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An annoying beeping noise and pungent antiseptic smell roused Deeks to consciousness, his pounding head causing him to groan as he raised his arm to rub at his temple.
"Hey...you back with us..." a voice suddenly asked, causing him to startle; his head whipping around to face the speaker; the stark fear that momentarily crossed her partners face shook Kensi to the core.
Moving slowly to his bedside, she said with quiet reassurance, "Hey...hey, it's just me partner."
"Kensi," he said in a tone that was both a statement and a question as his glazed eyed focused on her.
Choosing to let her partner get himself under control, she chose to ignore the fear she both saw in his face and heard in his voice; giving him a small smile she answered, "Yeah, just me...how ya' feeling?"
Deeks shook his head back and forth against his pillow, his voice cracking with emotion, "I'm sorry...I am so sorry...I don't know what came over me..."
"Hey...it's okay," Kensi was quick to reassure the man, one hand grasping his while the other rested on his forehead to stop his shaking, "the doctor said it was shock...but you'll be okay..."
His eyes suddenly went wide and he began to struggle feebly to get from the bed, "Lanni! God, Lanni, how is she...I gotta see her..."
Kensi's firm grip on his shoulders, and her good impression of the proverbial 'brick wall' kept him from going far; her face was pensive when he stopped struggling and looked up at her.
"Kensi? Please...how is she," Deeks begged.
Pushing him back into his bed and adjusting his blankets, Kensi finally answered him reluctantly, "I'm not going to lie to you...it's touch and go at this point; doctor's say she has a lot of internal injuries...and a severe concussion: she's still in surgery."
Deeks gasped out raggedly, turning away from his partner and squeezing his eyes shut against the burning tears he couldn't stop; his voice hoarse with emotion, "I promised her...damn it, I promised her—it wouldn't be like last time...why didn't..." shaking his head his tone turned angry, "no...I should have seen it coming...I know Sylvia, I know what she's capable of...how she thinks..."
Kensi grasped Deeks face in her hands and gently turned him to face her, her voice firm but gentle, "No...no, you hear me...you are not going to do this to yourself; this is not your fault...we are going to find Sylvia, we're gonna end this once and for all...do you hear me...you are not going to give up...you're not gonna give her what she wants. Please...please, you're stronger than that..."
Eyes bright with tears, Deeks shook his head sadly, "I don't think I am...I can't...she killed Taylor...and now Lanni..."
"Lanni's not dead...she's not dead and you can't think that way, she's got a lot of spunk and she's as stubborn as you are," Kensi said with a gently chuckle, adding, "and Paula is safe...and Chris is meeting with Sam and Callen right now...we'll get through this..."
Deeks just looked at her a moment longer before turning away from her and closing his eyes, his voice flat, "I'm tired."
"Yeah...Uhm...the doctor said you just needed to rest," Kensi said quickly as she straightened his blankets again, "you just rest and I'll be right here."
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Absently flipping through the numerous messages handed him by his secretary; Assistant District Attorney Chris Peterson was startled to enter his office and find two men waiting for him.
"ADA Peterson," Callen asked as he and Sam stood to greet him, "I'm Agent Callen, this is agent Hannah...NCIS"
Chris shook the men's hands and waved them toward seats, "NCIS...then you work with Marty...uh, Detective Deeks, right?"
The two agents nodded as Chris continued speaking, "My office got a message from him earlier today," Chris held up the messages and looked at it again, "...said it was urgent I get in touch with him, didn't say why...I just got out of court so this is my first chance to call him; is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid we have some bad news Mr. Peterson," Sam said.
"God, he's alright isn't he? He...he wasn't shot again," Chris asked worriedly.
"No, he wasn't shot...but he is in the hospital," Callen supplied, adding quickly, "he's gonna be fine...doctors say his collapse was due to all the stress and the shock, he just needs to rest..."
"Shock? But you said he wasn't injured...what's going on...Marty is an undercover cop; what could be more stressful than that," Chris questioned.
"Mr. Peterson...Sylvia Gray was released from Pine Crest two weeks ago; and this morning -she contacted Deeks..."Callen explained.
"Sylvia! Sylvia Gray has been released from custody," the man exclaimed in surprise as he fell back in his seat, bringing a hand to run over his mouth and down his chin he added, "I don't understand how this happened...why my office wasn't notified..." noting the agents grim looks he said, "I take it since you're here telling me this that you have some idea of the seriousness of this; just how dangerously delusional Sylvia Gray can be? How dangerous she is to Marty and to everyone else involved."
The agent's nods of agreement sent of warning bells for the ADA, "she's already done something hasn't she—more than just calling Marty; that's why you're here telling me this and not Marty or even the cops?"
"First off...once we found out about the seriousness of the situation we immediately arranged for a safe house. Paula Mullins is there now..." Callen began to explain, only to be cut off by the ADA.
"Then you also know about Lanni...and Amanda...?" Chris questioned.
"Amanda Taylor is out of the country at the moment on an acquisitions assignment for the museum..." Sam said, exchanging a quick look with Callen.
Asking warily, Chris said, "And Lanni?"
"She was involved in a hit and run approximately two hours ago...she's still in surgery," Callen said.
Jumping from his chair and grabbing up his jacket and briefcase, Chris said, "I...I gotta get to the hospital...god, Lanni—I cannot believe this is happening; and Marty, he must be nearly out of his mind by now...damn, I just don't know if he can go through this again..."
On the car ride to the hospital, Sam and Callen filled the ADA in on everything that had happened up to that point, what they had pieced together.
Sam shook his head in disbelief...did this all really just start this morning; it seemed like a lifetime ago.
...NCIS LA...NCIS LA...NCIS LA...NCIS LA...
a/n: sorry, know it was short...just needed a little filler...the next two-three chapters are gonna be long & complicated: chalked full of angst/twists/flashbacks & case story details.
...and just as a little lesson in the tricks of creative writing—can anyone tell me what I'm doing to separate the detectives past from his present...I'm just curious if anyone has noticed ?