Note: And... here's the whole explanation! I hope it's clear enough, don't hesitate to tell me if something is confusing, it all makes sense in my mind but I might not convey it as I imagine it...

Mello
Mail started awake, and that's what made me come back from dreamland, only realising as he stood up and put on his jeans quickly before answering the door, that someone had knocked.

I would have gladly slept more, and looking at Mail's face as he turned to me to tell me it was a nurse, he would have needed some more sleep as well. We were completely worn out now that everything was over, and it would probably take us a few nights before we caught up with enough rest.

"Who sent you?" Mail asked, and I could have sworn that there was a contained threat in his tone. His stance in the doorframe didn't let any doubt that the nurse was not coming in before he got a satisfying answer.
The man looked at him quite taken aback, but introduced himself, and stated that Lehmann had sent him for me.

The male nurse finally came in as Mail swept aside, asked me a few questions, took my pulse and blood pressure, and proceeded to check my facial scar and various wounds, but they were mostly healed so there was no point in that. I stayed patient because the man obviously didn't know my exact state and was only making sure I was fine. Except for my leg still in plasters, and a bit of pain that I could handle fine, I had recovered anyway, otherwise I wouldn't have left the hospital, and to be honest, I felt good enough and the only thing holding me back was that since both my legs had been broken, I couldn't use crutches.
But it wouldn't be long before they removed them, now.

The whole time, Mail stood close, burning a hole in the man's back, and I found this quite amusing.
When he asked if I needed help to shower or dress, Mail replied even before I opened my mouth.
I stayed silent, waiting for the guy to leave before I spoke, but I was starting to be annoyed now.

"I can speak for myself." I simply said, as I laid my head against the pillow. We had slept late and barely had half an hour before we had to meet the others for lunch, but fuck, I didn't want to move.
To my surprise, Mail didn't reply. He was still standing by the door after he closed it on the nurse, his back turned to me. I was suddenly worried that he was crying, because he was obviously extremely tensed, and I could understand that he was doubting everyone now and wanting to protect me, I was even feeling guilty for what I just said.

But Mail turned around with a dead serious face, no trace of tears.
"How will we know? That no one is coming at you I mean." His voice was low, I could tell he was kind of angry, although I was not sure why. It was not what I said, more a general feeling, I guess, given what he's asking.
"I know that it worries you, truth is I thought about that too, but do you want to live in fear all the time?"
"Probably not..." he sighed, and smiled weakly.
It was not that I didn't worry, but I was not awake enough to discuss this, and it was better not to feed Mail's worries anyway, since then we would be in a loop and I wouldn't be able to rationalise.

The sooner this lunch would be over, the better. I really counted on the talk we would have with Andreas and the prosecutor to erase all of this from my mind, because the night had been agitated. I was dead tired but when I wasn't in deep sleep, the nightmares I got were pretty awful. They all involved being shot, whether it was me or Mail, and I was lucky Mail was a heavy sleeper because otherwise I would have woken him each time I started awake from fear.

Matt
I glanced at the clock and realised we should hurry and get ready for lunch. I wasn't really hungry, but I wanted answers. I was still worried, more than I expected I would be since things were supposed to be over, it would probably be better once we had all the details.
I helped Mihael, then I quickly showered, we got dressed, and once Mihael was in his wheelchair, ready to go, I sat on the bed for the few remaining minutes before someone would come to take us to where we would have lunch.

"I didn't expect things to be like that." Mihael said suddenly, but I didn't catch his drift, and looked at him, puzzled, waiting for more. "I mean, our reunion."
He didn't look sad or angry, he was merely stating a fact, apparently. But it made me feel bad. It should have been different, it was true.
Except for the moment I arrived in the room above and finally saw him again, there was no effusion, we had been installed in this room, and we had been too busy talking with everyone, my parents, and then fell asleep, and got ready this morning. We didn't even say 'good morning' to each other.
To be honest, I didn't feel quite like myself and it was difficult to go back to normal life, especially since we weren't home.

I stood up quickly and embraced him from behind, bending so my head was against his, my hands on his chest, the wheelchair not leaving much room for creativity. I really needed to hug him right now, I needed to reassert our bond. I didn't want him to think things were different between him and me, because they weren't. Life had taken a toll on us, but I still loved him, and now more than ever I understood the importance of not letting worry or fear eat me from the inside.
"I love you." I buried my nose in his neck.
Mihael grabbed my neck, pulling me to him for a kiss, but someone knocked at the door.
"I love you too." he smiled, a big bright smile, and I knew where my focus should be. Not on what or who would eventually come at us, not on his father's trial to come, not even on the lunch to come because even if I needed to know what had really happened, once I would know, I could classify this as past in my mind and move on. Mihael was my focus, not the main, but the only one.

Mello
It still wasn't the same because of Andreas' and the prosecutor's presence at the table, but having lunch with Mail's parents brought a little inner peace to me, and apparently to Mail too, he looked a lot less nervous.
The meal was pretty eventless, everyone making small talk, Mrs Jeevas being embarrassing to her son, Mr Jeevas looking the exchange with a smile at the corner of his eyes, and me laughing out loud at Mail's red face.
Andreas and the prosecutor were pretty amused too.

When coffee and desserts arrived, the serious talk began.
I couldn't help but ask how my father was doing. Mail looked down at his hands, repressing his irritation. I knew it would be a sensitive topic between us, but I also knew his grudge was legitimate, so I kept it short, just wanting to make sure he wouldn't attempt a suicide in jail or something.

"He's as fine as possible in this situation. He's in a protected aisle due to the charges held against him and how many people went down with the informations he provided. It will be a few months before his trial though, because there are a lot of files to go through, and a lot of people to hear."
I didn't insist, it was enough information and it wasn't about that anyway, we all wanted to know what had happened and if we were safe now.
Andreas was the one to explain the whole thing.

From the moment one of the cops had been killed in the hospital's parking lot, things happened quite fast on the Keehls' side. Ourakova was determined to get me, dead or alive, but preferably alive, because my father was already working against her at that moment, and she wanted to use me as a bait.
I was extremely surprised when I learnt that. It reinforced my change of mind toward my father.
He had actually left her, left the hotel room they shared, and hired men on his side. The cop was actually one of his men, hired as a cop, and it's only when he was found dead in the underground parking of the hospital that the FBI knew they had been infiltrated more than they initially thought. It hadn't been a threat for me since the man was here for my protection, even if not a real cop, but it was at that moment obvious that it was a lot more than just a plan to get at me, it was a mob fight.

Informations had been kept away from Mail and me for our safety, which I could understand, but I was less than pleased when Andreas taught us that when, a while ago, Ourakova had thought Mail was from the FBI, they had done everything to confirm her misguided intuition. It had led her to think that when Mail had visited me in Berlin, he might have bugged their home and accessed some information and patterns from what I could have said about them and their habits. The purpose was to force them to stay in LA and use their local contacts instead of calling for help from their German allies, because the FBI might already know of their whole network in Germany. It was a bold move but Ourakova fell in the trap and indeed, sought support from her contacts in LA.
The main risk was that she tried to get at Mail, and that's why he had been locked away.

"Why didn't you tell us? Or at least me?" Mail was pretty angry, both by the risk they had taken, and the fact that he had been left out of the plan when he was concerned, but it was nothing compared to his father, who had stood up, making Andreas and the prosecutor clearly fear for their physical integrity.
"You played with my son's life and you think I will let you get away with that?" he said in a tone that made me shiver, even though it wasn't directed at me. He was frightening when he was mad, and his strong built made him even more impressive, and I wouldn't have wanted to be the two men facing him right at that moment.

Mail's mother was livid. I could see her hands shake in her lap, and I would have comforted her if I wasn't that far from where she was sitting, and able to roll that wheelchair around in the small space.
Andreas stood up, his hands raising as a way to appease Mr Jeevas' anger, not that it helped.
"I know that as a parent this seems unbelievable, but so many lives were at stake, we weighted every possibility and this option was the best one at the time. And Mail," Andreas turned to him, "We didn't tell you because if they had managed to put their hands on you, it was safer for the plan that you knew nothing."

Holy shit. Andreas was telling us, just like that, that it was better that the plan went well, than leaving Mail with the option of saving his ass by telling everything, should he be abducted or something. Or at least, that's what I understood, and I wasn't the only one.
Mrs Jeevas stood up, and before Andreas could react, she slapped him so hard that she split his lips open.
Andreas was so shocked that he didn't even hold his cheek or even move, he just stared at her with round eyes.
"You're very lucky that all of this is over, because if anything had happened to my son, you were dead as well."

Everyone stayed silent for a few minutes, sipping coffee, Mail's parents trying to calm down. The discussion was far from being over. While he was dabbing his split lip, Andreas gave a look at the prosecutor, unsure of the next thing to say.
"Don't look at me, at least you didn't get punched in the eye." the prosecutor said, and it had the merit to lighten the mood a bit, Mr Jeevas unable to refrain a chuckle as he took his wife's hand fondly.
It reminded me of what she had done for me to stay in the US, and I suddenly felt a feeling of belonging to this family.

Matt
"So, can we get this over with?"
I was tired, angry for what they had done, but shit, it was time to finish with this, I could see Mihael get sleepy too and I didn't want it to last for too long. The sooner we would get home, the sooner he and I would feel better.

The rest was a giant mess, and it was pretty obvious that they had fucked up at some point. They couldn't have control of everything, I could understand this, but still, I expected them to be more... I don't know, professional?
I guess total control only happened in movies with super cops and stuff but it was still pretty disappointing, if not downright troubling. They were the ones supposed to assure security after all.

Many of Ourakova's men had been arrested already, from the moment Mihael left the hospital. In the car that drove him straight to here, all were real FBI guys or cops. The other car that left at the same time was full of Ourakova's men, or at least, was supposed to be. She had obviously planned to have her men trap the ones and Mihael in the other car at some point, probably in a location where there was no witness or people around. That's why the whole trajectory had been cleared as best as possible, so collateral damage was limited.
The guys had been identified, and the FBI had let them be aware of the decoy plan so they could inform Ourakova, before they got arrested and replaced by safe guys just before Mihael's transfer.
As far as Ourakova knew, her guys would be in the car driving in second position, and all was going according to her plan. She wasn't in charge of planning the teams, but as long as both cars followed one another, she could act.

That's where the plan got messy.
Ourakova was lured into thinking that Mihael was in car n°1, and the FBI thought that she would soon be informed that I was in the second car, and that the car with her men was missing. From then, they expected her to enter in contact with them, so the FBI could track her through the devices they retrieved on the men arrested right before Mihael left the hospital.

But the guy next to me was not one of hers. It was actually one of Mr Keehl's.
The dead guy (well, before he died) was actually equipped with a microphone and Mr Keehl could hear everything that was being said in the car, and the prosecutor and the other guys in the car were aware of the device's presence, although no one knew it was actually Mr Keehl on the other end, and they were using it to their advantage to get Ourakova informed, or so they thought.
Ourakova never knew I was in the second car, never knew she had men possibly in the wild, and her plan wasn't the only one to fall apart: the FBI's crumpled too.

But Mr Keehl heard the prosecutor tell me that Mihael was in front of us when I asked him, and that's why he had men crash into that first car. He wanted to take Mihael back before she did, and needed to intercept the car.
The problem was that when the men in the car that came crashing into the other realised that Mihael wasn't there, Mr Keehl, who was in contact with them too, understood that it was either a trap, or the FBI had been fooled by Ourakova and the men were hers and Mihael was lost already, and whatever side they were on, it ended in open fire because he wanted to get rid of them, and the cops thought they were Ourakova's men anyway.

That's when it went downhill: Ourakova somehow managed, in the meanwhile, to get an aerial report of the cleared trajectory and was able to locate Mihael's destination, and, not trusting anyone to do the job, she drove there by herself. She knew that the trap was closing in on her, she didn't have any other option than to get at Mihael, either to use him as a bait, or to kill him at least, as a personal revenge over her husband, and it made her reckless. She was very well aware of the reason why he had turned his back to her and her actions.
Unluckily, she had been very close already, and it was a matter of a few minutes before she got into the underground parking, following the BMW right in its tracks.

Since it had never been supposed to go like this, the backup of SWAT men wasn't as close to the destination as Ourakova, and she had killed the guards and was threatening Mihael long before even the men in the building could act, and once she was there, they decided against an intervention, out of fear that she would shoot at sight if cornered. She had showed all intentions to get Mihael alive, and they had counted on that. The SWAT was in a better position to get her, but they were still on the way.

What she hadn't planned was that Mr Keehl had bugged her own laptop, and from the moment she had lit it on to check the aerial plan of the cleared trajectory, he had been able to track her position and had immediately followed, being only slightly ahead of the police car I was in, since he had been in the area, thinking he would retrieve Mihael after the car crash.
Leaving his car in the outside parking so she wouldn't hear him arrive, he had ran all the way inside and shot her without hesitation.

Mello
I couldn't help but shake. I guess being that tired didn't help me process what had really happened, but I was really in shock that things had been even less coordinated than I thought. The plan was an unsound one, and there had been so many loop holes that it made me sick to think that our lives had been dangling off a thread like that, with little to no safety net. We were really lucky to be alive, and I didn't feel as if I could thank the FBI for that. The one I had to thank was my father.

No matter what they said, they had been more preoccupied with dismantling the Mafia branch than keeping us safe, and it was scary, to say the least. We always hear of justice's fails in the news, but I never thought that we were so badly protected. I started to feel sick to my stomach, but tried to breathe and focus on the fact that it was over, even if that was the hardest thing to do at the moment.
I looked at Mail, but he was at loss for words, just like me. He went to the window, and lit a cigarette. Her mother gave him a reproachful look, but his father said nothing. I guess that even if they didn't like him smoking, they were so happy we were all safe that it didn't matter.

"What about the remaining connections of the Mafia, or whatever is left out there?" I asked finally, after a long silence.
The prosecutor was the one to reply this time: "We have apprehended all the persons on your father's list, and some more, and no one that could actually identify you, Mail or anyone involved, is running free as for now. Our job was made easier by your father, and with all the names and evidences he gave us, we could clean it pretty effectively."

Andreas and the prosecutor finally left, since we didn't have any more questions. I guess we were all reassured, even if I had the greatest difficulties to trust them, but what choice did we have.

They had offered us to stay as long as we needed, but we had decided to spend the night here since we had talked for a very long moment and that it was already late, and then go back to Mail's home.
Mr Jeevas had insisted that I stay with them as long as I couldn't be by myself, which I was extremely grateful for, because as much as I needed to be alone with Mail, I had to admit that I couldn't function on my own and would need some help until I could walk again, so I wasn't ready to go back to my apartment for now.

Which suddenly reminded me that the doctors weren't even sure that I could walk again...