Rrompt: (I can't remember what it was exactly) You asked for this lesbian-chick-lezbedifferent. This is also for the groupie,ardenkai hope you like it. No idea if all this is medically viable.
When you get the news - the minute you realize whose fault the whole incident is, you rush to find him and give Duncan the biggest showdown ever. When you do find him, he doesn't really defend himself, and you're shaking with rage at the very sight of this stupid imbecile. You're spitting out in the most cutting way all the terrible things you will be inflicting on him for his sheer carelessness. You're about to punch him right in the face when Oliver comes and physically hauls you away. You truly want to just punch him hard, tase him, anything to just vent your anger. How could any rookie be such a freaking idiot, it truly amazes you.
The whole incident had gone down about three hours ago, when your forensic pathologist girlfriend was collecting evidence at a crime scene - which was supposed to have been cleared by the moron who's shaking after the roughhousing you just gave him, except it wasn't. And their criminal had sneaked out - but not without clocking your girlfriend with the base of his Glock before running out. You're trying hard to not think of what might have happened had the assailant had a round in his gun. The hard hit to her head had left your girlfriend unconscious, and about 10 minutes had passed till Sam had found her. You had been responding to a distress call elsewhere,blissfully unaware of anything that had happened, and when you get the call from Oliver, you're ready to kill.
Oliver's pulling you away, trying to get you to calm down, nothing seems to appease you however. You can hear him telling you that she's fine - but that doesn't make up for the anger. Oliver manages to get you in his squad car and drive you to the hospital where she's at. He doesn't say much during the car ride- you appreciate that. You truly want to find your girlfriend, make sure she's Ok - before saying anything.
You rush to room where she's at - and the doctors stop you right outside, you're feeling so freaking conflicted - you so desperately want to see her, make sure she's alright, and hopefully that will calm you down. The doctors tell you that she's fine, that she's resting and you can go see her once you've calmed down sufficiently. Which you're sure will be a long time. You realize there's no point in waking her up now and agitating her more than she already is, so you stand outside the room and catch your breath, while the doctors move on to the other patients. Oliver joins you in a few minutes, and looks at you with a look of concern. Never have you been this grateful for his presence, steady and reassuring that things would be okay.
The totality of everything that happened in the last few hours finally hits you, and you're about to process it all, when another whirlwind takes ahold of you. You see Holly's father, Col. Rob Stewart marching towards you - literally ready to throw anything in his way right through the glass windows of the hospital. You're sure you're going to lose it in front of him and break down, but you also know this isn't the time for that. Her father has absolutely every right to be mad, and that thought isn't comforting at all.
'Where is she?' he almost barks in your face, all the playfulness from the last time you met him had missing, all that is in his face is pure anger.
'Sir, she's fine, she's just resting - ' you try telling the man, but he doesn't seem to be listening to reason. It oddly strikes you that you have more in common with him than you had originally thought.
'What the hell happened!' he yells at you - and you can see he's trying to make his way to her room and you're truly torn between stopping him or going into the room yourself.
'Sir - she's fine. It was -' you manage, blocking him from entering the room.
'What the hell Police Department is it that you people are running here!' he yells and you're really close to giving in, you can see Oliver's trying to give you space to handle it - ready to step in at any time.
'Rob! She's alright! You've got to let her rest a while!' you yell back, looking right into his eyes, hoping that he hears you. He must have, because he stops trying to make his way past you to the room. Oliver realizes that perhaps it would be better if he took the Colonel someplace to cool down . The two of them have finally left you alone outside the hospital room, and you can take a moment to comprehend everything that happened just happened today.
You remember once again that all this could have ended very very badly and you try pushing that thought right out of head, only for it to come right back again. The fact that you could have lost your girlfriend today is a lot to take in. The constant nagging agony that the worst could have easily happened is terrifying. You finally understand why your girlfriend was always constantly worried about you, telling you to take care and make sure to be careful.
You don't actually remember how you managed to make it to the waiting area, sitting on one of those cold steel chairs, leaning back on your head and staring at the ceiling. You think you're finally calm enough to go check on her, except you can't move. The crippling fear has now finally gripped you, you need this woman in your life, and if anything were to happen to her, you surely wouldn't survive. You knew you loved her, and that Holly made your life brighter and amazing - but for the first time you realize how much you truly crave and require her. The fragility of life comes to your notice - and you're lost in this train of thought when you feel her father take a seat next to you.
'Sorry I lost my temper a bit there Officer.' he says, and you nod, not sure what else to say anyway.
'I'm terrified.' you blurt out - wishing it was Oliver you were spilling your soul too and not your girlfriend's overprotective father.
'I've never been this scared in my whole life.' you continue, trying desperately to get your mouth to stop talking.
He gives you this concerned look, and you're hoping that his opinion of you isn't dropping as this conversation persists.
'You're in love Officer, better get used to it.' he offers, trying to give you some advice.
'You don't seem to be used to it.' you reply, turning to look at him.
'Well, Holly's always been scared of these kind of scenarios. According to her - that's why she wants to catch bad guys - in her own clever way of course.' he replies with a little smile. You remember her explaining all that in her own verbose and technical way, and smile yourself. Your girlfriend certainly had a way of making simple ideas so complex.
'And I guess a part of me wants to make sure she doesn't get hurt in that process.'
'How did you even know this happened?' you ask, the thought occurring to you for the first time.
He shrugs a little, 'I've got my contacts too Officer.'
You give him a small smile before sitting up and the two of you share a moment in silence before a nurse comes up to the two of you and explains that visiting hours are over and the Colonel would have to leave. The two of you finally check on Holly who's asleep, and neither of you have the heart to wake her up. The Colonel gently pushes back a lock of hair that was on her forehead. He nods at you and you promise to relay any important information to him. In typical Rob fashion, he sticks out his hand, and you shake it and he leaves. Oliver appears for a moment to hand you the clothes you had in your locker, He gives you a quick hug and a few words of comfort, and you thank him profusely for everything before he leaves you with a sleeping Holly.
You change out of your uniform and sit on this sole chair in the hospital room, looking at her. She really shouldn't have gone through this. If anything you should have. You're still in misery when she stirs a little, and this cute smile creeps onto her face you finally feel at peace. You get up and make your way to the bed, where she moves over to make space for you. You lie down next to her as she moves closer. You're lying on your back, with Holly resting on her side, holding on to you tight. She's clutching your t-shirt, and for the millionth time you are wishing this whole thing never happened. You can see she's quite shaken up, understandably.
'That was scary.' she mumbles sleepily into your chest.
'Dealing with your dad was pretty scary.' you reply, trying to change the topic a bit.
'Ohhh he came?' she groans, and you smile seeing your girlfriend behaving like herself once again.
'Hmm Mm.' you softly reply, hoping she goes back to sleep again.
'I'm sorry he's just always extra worried in this situations.' she finishes, too tired to continue. You once again note the tight grip she's got on your t-shirt and smile a little.
'That's just how he is I suppose.' you reply, and when you don't get a reply, you're finally reassured that she's safe, in your arms, sleeping. Things were going to be alright.