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Chapter 3: Luck

Lucy was surprised. The leader had actually answered the call from the negotiator but he hadn't given any demands. Normally, they would ask for a way out of the situation and money to try to disappear. Sometimes, they would ask for what they really wanted, such as an individual because they wanted revenge.

The leader walked toward the group of hostages and adrenaline flowed through her. She focused on the leader, knowing that her gut was telling her something.

He grabbed the red haired woman, Ana, by the arm and pulled her to her feet. She winced in pain. "You're a pretty one," he said as he raised his gloved hand and ran his index finger against the side of her face.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the other hostage takers. It was time.

She swung her leg out kicking the leader in the knee. She heard a loud popping noise and the leader screamed out, releasing the red head.

Her fist flew into the rookie's face, causing his head to snap back, and then she spun around and kicked bodybuilder number one in the family jewels. She grabbed the gun that fell out of the rookie's hands and shot bodybuilder number one before he could fire his raised gun.

Something hit her right hip but she ignored it and focused on taking out bodybuilder number two.

The sound of glass breaking came to her ears and knew that SWAT had taken its shot.

The leader fell to the ground and she knew that it was over. Sighing, her right hand instantly went to her right hip. She felt the warmth and the wetness of blood before she smelled that coppery scent.

She heard someone coming to stand next to her and she knew it was her partner.

"Lucy, you're bleeding," Darryl said as he took off his jacket and pressed it against the wound.

"I'll call an ambulance," said a man with a white hat and a badge that showed he was a Texas Ranger. Another Ranger with a black hat stood next to him, his blue eyes moving around the room until settling on her.

"One week in Texas and you've already been shot," Darryl said trying to add some humor to his voice. She looked away from the two Rangers and looked at her partner with a smile.

"I'm lucky that way," she responded as she closed her eyes, the adrenaline draining from her body leaving pain and weariness.

She heard the beeping of the monitor and it was driving her crazy. She turned her head and saw her partner standing next to a chair with his arms folded, leaning against the wall.

"You don't have to stay here."

Darryl stepped forward and unfolded his arms. "Yeah, I do. We're partners."

"It's just a flesh wound. Go home to your wife."

"I've called Malha and she understands that I need to be here."

Before she could continue to argue, her doctor stepped into the room. "Hello. I'm Dr. Gavin," the dark haired man with gray at the edges addressed Darryl.

"I'm Darryl Sun.," he replied as he shook the doctor's hand. He could see the kindness in the doctor's face, but he had intense eyes and knew that he wouldn't let Lucy just leave. The doctor would at least put up a fight.

"You must be her partner."

Darryl nodded and looked at his partner with worry in his eyes.

"How are you feeling now, Ms. Silver?" He asked as he picked up her chart studied it and then checked the monitors.

"Fine. So, when do I get out of here?"

Dr. Gavin replaced the chart after marking something and looked at her over his silver-rimmed glasses. "At least two days. You're lucky that it only hit flesh and not the bone. If the bullet had hit the bone, you would be here a lot longer."

She wasn't going to let the doctor distract her. She focused her intensive stare on the doctor and she saw out of the corner of her eye, Darryl tensing up. "Let's make it tomorrow."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. For now, I want you to rest."

A sliver of a smile came to her partner's lips.

"I'll see you in the morning. Get some rest."

After Dr. Gavin left, she looked at her partner, noting that he still had that smile on his face.

"The doctor told me to rest so you can go home now."

"All right. Call me if you need anything."

She watched as her partner left her room. She stared up at the ceiling trying to block out all of the beeps, blips, and squeaky shoes that she could hear from the hall. The sounds were getting on her nerves.

She grabbed the edge of the blanket and threw it off her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the pain that generated from her hip. She gritted her teeth and placed her feet on the cold tile. She found the slippers and put them on.

"Detective Silver, I suggest that you return to bed."

"I wish to speak to Dr. Gavin about being released."

The nurse was about to argue with her, but the fierce look in the patient's eyes caused her to pause. It was a look that she had seen only a few times in the twenty years that she had chosen this profession to help others. She would never allow a patient to leave if he or she was not ready. She had faced down many stubborn and influential people. This one was different and she decided that she would rather have Dr. Gavin deal with her.

The sounds were beginning to fade. She could feel herself slipping into the dream world. She knew that Dr. Gavin was just doing his job, but she didn't care for hospitals. At least he had made a deal with her. If she stayed one night, he would release her in the morning as long as there wasn't an infection and she got some rest.

She went into the darkness and entered a dream. She was in that bank. The hostages were just shadows and the four hostage takers were attacking her.

Fighting. Fighting with everything within her. Every time she took one down, another would rise. Strength was leaving her as was her determination to continue fighting. She finally succeeded in knocking down three of them when she turned to face the imposing leader. He had to stand at least ten feet tall and seemed to have the strength of an elephant.

She kicked, punched and clawed with all of her. Knowing what it was like to fight for your life, even though you wondered if you could win. She tripped him and she jumped on him, grabbing at the mask that hid his face.

The leader's mask fell away and what she saw made her want to scream.

She sat up and tried to catch her breath. She was covered in sweat so she threw the blankets off of her and get out of bed. She ignored the pain in her side and went into the bathroom to splash cool water on her face. She looked in the mirror and saw a pale reflection of herself. It had been a hell of a week and it was only her first one in Texas.