Once the crash was over Quinn registered what had just happened. The car hadn't quite made it to his side, and that he had was a few scratches from the glass that had scattered around him from Ale's side of the car.
Ale. Quinn needed to make sure Ale was okay.
Their hands were still wrapped together, and when Quinn opened his eyes he wanted to shut them again.
Ale was all cut up from the glass, her eyes closed.
"Ale, babe, come on. Open those eyes," Quinn said moving his seat back in the car so he could face Ale. He knew he should call 911 or Eliot or somebody, but he couldn't. All he cared about was Ale.
Quinn said it again, shaking Ale's shoulder. Slowly, her eyes opened, those green beauties the most amazing things he had ever seen.
"There you are," Quinn smiled, Ale smiling back weakly.
"I'm okay. Stop worrying," she sighed, wincing a bit. Her voice was soft and sounded pained. Still, the fact that she was talking at all was a good sign and a step in the right direction.
"What hurts?" Quinn asked, moving some hair away from her face. Ale closed her eyes again, thinking. She laughed a little, opening her eyes again.
"Everything," she sighed, giving Quinn's hand a squeeze. He heard an ambulance so he gave Ale's hand a kiss and told her he would be right back. He got out of the car, meeting the paramedics.
"My girlfriend is in the car. Her side of the car is the one that got hit. The guy ran through his light as we had the green," Quinn explained, realizing how scared he was for Ale.
His Ale, who he was supposed to protect, was hit by some idiot who didn't know how to follow street signs. He looked over at the cars, Ale's side completely smashed in. The other car's grill was a bit smashed, but for the most part looked unharmed. The man was standing outside of his car, smoking a cigarette.
He started walking towards Quinn, and Quinn was immediately angered. He did not want to even see this man, much less did he want to talk to him.
"I am so sorry," the man said, his voice reeking of alcohol. "I just didn't see ya. I thought I could make it through before your line started going. It's all about timing, you see," he started, waving his hands around.
Luckily, the cops had also arrived at the scene and were now walking over to Quinn and the man. Otherwise, the man would have been on the ground…dead. Quinn wanted nothing more than to ring his neck. He was drunk, and he had hit his Ale.
Quinn recognized one of the cops, Detective Bonanno's face falling as soon as he saw Quinn. He rushed over to Quinn, looking at the man he was standing with.
"What happened here?"
The man started talking to Patrick, explaining how 'it's all about timing' and how he was just a bit off. Usually he was much better at running the reds, he said, but tonight he was lagging a little.
"He's drunk," Quinn growled. "And he hit Ale."
"And he's admitted to running several red lights," Patrick said, his blood surging, as well. He had talked to Eliot about Ale multiple times, and she had really been a wonderful presence in his home. His kids liked her, she sang them to sleep, and she helped his wife redecorate the house. She was a very special girl, and he had only been with her for one week.
Patrick told one of his guys to arrest the man, then looked at Quinn.
He looked like a mess, and he could tell that he was worried for Ale. After he looked at the cars, Patrick was worried too. The paramedics had Ale pulled out of the car now, her loaded on a stretcher.
Both Quinn and Detective Bonanno rushed over her, Ale's eyes still closed.
"If one of you is riding with her, we need to go now," they said, Quinn looking at the detective, almost beginning him to let him go.
"Go ahead. I will call Eliot," Patrick said, smiling a bit. "I'll meet you there. Take care of her," he said, nodding at Quinn.
Quinn hopped into the back of the ambulance, taking Ale's hand. He gave it a kiss, smiling when she squeezed back. She opened her eyes smiling at Quinn.
"All dressed up and nowhere to go," she said, her voice soft.
"I guess I could give you a rain check. There was going to be some good wine," Quinn said, Ale closing her eyes again.
"And we all know how I like that," she laughed, wincing. They didn't talk the rest of the way there, but Quinn did try to listen to the paramedics and figure out what was wrong with Ale. When he couldn't, he instead looked at her, her face looking so peaceful as she laid there.
"Hey Detective. Is everything alright?" Eliot asked, although the pit in his stomach told him it wasn't.
The rest of the team looked at Eliot, the tone of his voice putting them on edge.
"What do you mean that she was with Quinn? Why was she with Quinn?" Eliot asked, the little green monster pawing at his back.
"They were on a date," Patrick said, starting to say something else.
"What do you mean they were on a date? Ale isn't dating anyone, and she especially isn't dating Quinn," Eliot snapped, the team looking at each other with wide eyes.
"Eliot…just stop. Listen to me," Patrick almost yelled, the team being able to hear Patrick through the phone. "There's been an accident," the detective said, softer this time.
Eliot's face fell, the team getting even more concerned.
"What kind of accident?" Eliot grumbled, his heart beating in his chest.
"I think you should get to the hospital. All of you. A drunk driver hit Ale's side of the car and I'm not sure what kind of shape she is in, but from the looks of the cars, I wouldn't say it's good."
Eliot thanked the detective and hung up, looking at Hardison.
"Get us tickets home. Now." Eliot snapped.
"What is going on?" Nate asked, his heart pounding in chest. He hadn't seen Eliot this angry in a while.
"There was an accident. Ale was hit by a drunk driver. We need to get to the hospital," Eliot said darkly, storming off to his room.
The team sat around for a few minutes, looking at each other as if they were trying to decide if it was true or not and what they should do.
"You heard him," Sophie said, biting back tears. "Hardison, get the tickets, the rest of you go pack. Our girl needs us."
The team complied, all of them hoping that Ale was okay.
She had to be.