I felt like hell. Climbing a mountain by foot when you're already weak, malnourished and in pain is tough. But what makes it even tougher is knowing that, unless a miracle happens, which probably won't in your case, you'll never see the people you love ever again.
Jack overheard them talking about taking us to Pakistan and either selling us or using us as suicide bombers. I would much rather be killed. Maybe I would have some luck up the mountain.
They made us rest for a bit. We sat next to each other. We couldn't eat or drink anything, since they were probably afraid that if they took our gags out, that we'd yell for help. Even if someone heard us, I doubt they'd come. They'd be smart enough not to. Rescuing worthless prisoners, well maybe not worthless, but rescuing some other prisoners of the Taliban was a suicide mission. You'd be dead before you could even see us.
I looked at him, he looked back. We just looked at each other. At least we might die together. I sighed. They started yelling at me, and they dragged Jack up, but I didn't feel like doing anything. Just kill me already. The Talib yelled at me again while I ignored him. He and another one lifted me up and threw me to the ground and I hit my head on a rock. It wasn't a concussion. Hopefully. But I felt blood gushing down the side of my head, and I heard ringing in my ears.
I heard yelling from a distance. Most of the men who were hiking with us ran off with their weapons, while some guarded us. They took us under a shelf of rock. Jack looked at me again. Probably to ask if I was okay.
I shook my head. I just was exhausted. Kill me already, I thought. We sat there for about half an hour, listening to the ricochet of bullets and the occasional yell from either side. Who were they fighting? Who was challenging the Taliban now? I was just so tired. Just as I was about to fall asleep, someone pulled me up. Now they're going to kill me, I thought. I had my "leash" put on me again, leash meaning rope around my neck with a gun to my back. They pulled Jack up too. They made us walk up the little hill, until we reached the group of Talibs.
The girl, who was in the cave, walked us down. There I saw them. My team; they were alive, I was alive. I was going to live! But I was in too much pain to celebrate. Honestly, I would've been much happier if they beheaded me when they first got me, after I cleared things with Jack.
I noticed Sam and Callen's faces when they saw me; a look of concern. Once I was handed off to them, I got the gun taken off of me, and Sam pulled out my gag.
"You alright?" he asked.
I couldn't lie. Not looking like Bad Ass Blye now. They'd know I'm lying. "No." I groaned.
"They beat her up pretty bad." said Jack. I had to agree with him.
"Let's get the wounded on the chopper!" yelled Callen. "We got more coming for us."
Sam helped me into the copter. He put his arm around me, trying to support me as much as he could. I almost tripped climbing in, and I fell into Jack's lap. He held me, and I didn't want to let go. Deeks climbed in too, but I pretended like I didn't notice. Once we landed back at base, the doctors took the more critically wounded into surgery while Jack and I were also hurried into the medical tent. They pulled a curtain around me and my doctor, a woman, came over.
"Hello, Agent Blye. I'm Doctor Luther, I'll be looking over you." she said with urgency in her voice. She cut away my shirts and helped me down on the bed. She put anesthetics on my whip wounds and I winced. It stung like hell.
"Sorry." she said. She bandaged them and patched up my head wound. She cleaned my arm wound and bandaged that too. She gave me a black sweater and pants to change into with some boots. I changed and left the tent. I noticed Jack sitting on the bench outside.
"Hey." I said, walking up over to him.
"Hi." he smiled. "I'm waiting for Khatira to come out." So that's what the girl's name was. He stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back tightly. Did I still love him? I don't know, but I still cared for him. It's not like we broke up because we hated each other. It was still hard to believe that after all these years, we'd find each other here. After all the places he could've gone, he chose here.
"Whenever I can, I'll be in touch." he said, rubbing his hands on my shoulders.
"Take off." I said. "Granger won't be able to hold off the CIA for long." He smiled and walked off. That's when I noticed Deeks. They both talked for a bit until he came over. I still couldn't keep my eyes off Jack.
"Hey." he said. I didn't say anything.
"Sabitino and Sajadi are out of surgery. Doc says they're going to be okay." he said, softly.
"Thank god." I said softly. "That's good."
"I'm just glad you're alive." he said. Tears started welling up and I pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back tightly. It had been too long without my partner's voice or smile.
"How come you never hug me like that?" Callen asked Sam from behind us. We let go and turned around to face the senior agents.
"They're laying out a spread for us in mess. Wheel's up in 2 hours, and Granger got us a direct flight into Edwards." said Sam, looking at the both of us. He probably felt bad for us both, not just me. Deeks was probably moping around like he said over the phone at Christmas.
"Thank you, guys. For what you did." I said. Still not Bad Ass Blye yet, but I don't think they care. Sam nodded and they both left. We stood there for a bit. I watched Jack, fill his water bottle. It hurt me that I was probably never going to see him again, it was like a repeat of 9 years ago.
"It was really bad." I managed to say. Then all the pain, tears, and relief came flooding out.
"It's okay, come here." he said, pulling me into his arms. All of that pain came out now. I sobbed into his shoulder. He rocked me.
"It's okay, I got you." he said. I kept on sobbing.
"We're going home." he said, his voice cracking. "We're going home."
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