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"How is Samuel?" Sarah finally asked. She almost dreaded the answer.

"No news yet, he's still in surgery."

Just then the door opened once again and three doctors entered the room. It seemed they finally had news.

Chapter 10 – News

"We are looking for a Captain Norman Holleran?"

Holleran stepped forward. "I'm Holleran."

"Commander Holleran, my name is Doctor Cooper. Constables Wordsworth and Parker are in my care."

"How is Kevin?" Shelly asked as she took two steps forward.

"This is Shelly Wordsworth, Constable Wordsworth's wife." Holleran introduced Shelly.

"Mrs. Wordsworth, your husband is just fine. He only sustained a few bruises and his wrists sustained some abrasions. His wrists will heal in a few days. We are, however, going to keep him overnight so we can do some bloodwork. He told us that he and everyone else on the team were drugged and we want to ensure that there are no ill effects from that. He and Parker will be in room three hundred." Dr. Cooper explained with a bit of a smile.

"And Parker?" Holleran asked.

"We are keeping him overnight as well for observation but as with Constable Wordsworth he suffered no injuries from his captivity aside from a few bumps and bruises."

"Thank you Dr. Cooper."

"What about Mikey? Is my boy okay?" Mrs. Scarlatti asked, clearly worried about her boy.

"I'm assuming you're talking about Mike Scarlatti." Another of the doctors stepped forward.

"Yes, Michelangelo Scarlatti."

"I'm Doctor Harrison, I'm treating Constables Scarlatti and Young. Both young men are doing well. They are also undergoing blood work due to the sedative, and they too have abrasions on their wrists from being restrained. Each also sustained electrical burns on their chest. We are treating those and both should be able to be released in twenty-four to forty-eight hours." Dr Harrison also smiled. "I have placed them in room 304 and you should be able to see them shortly."

Andrea let out a sigh of relief. She was so thankful that her brother wasn't seriously injured. She always hated it when he ended up in the hospital.

"That leaves me. My name is Doctor Burkett. Constables Callaghan and Lane are in my care." Dr. Burkett looked around and made note of the woman who perked up at that news. This must be Lane's wife. He thought. "As with the rest of the team we are running blood work and treating the abrasions on their wrists. Constable Callaghan has a bruised windpipe and we will be keeping a close eye on her to make sure there is no permanent damage to her windpipe."

"That's good news." Holleran said quietly to himself.

"As for Constable Lane. It seems that he suffered quite a beating. Several of his ribs are bruised and two of them are cracked. There is slight bruising on his right kidney that we are keeping a close eye on. He also suffers from a minor concussion. We will be keeping him a minimum of forty-eight hours. He will be in room 203 and Constable Callaghan will be in 306 shortly."

"Thank you Dr. Burkett." Sophie said sincerely.

"We will have a nurse come and let you know once everyone is settled in their rooms. We expect everyone to make a full recovery." Dr. Cooper smiled. It was always a good day when they got to deliver good news to especially to the families of police officers who were simply trying to serve and protect.

"Thank you doctors. Is there any word on Constable Braddock?" Holleran asked.

"I'm sorry but I checked just before coming in here. He is still in surgery." Dr. Jefferson answered. "I'll make sure someone comes to speak with you as soon as he is out of surgery."

"Thank you."

With that the doctors left and people sank back into the uncomfortable chairs. All were thankful that there were no major injuries to those they loved.

Sarah Braddock sank into a chair next to her husband. Jason leaned back in his chair, wrapped his arm around his wife, and drew her to him. Sarah closed her eyes and laid her head on Jason's chest, listening to his heartbeat. There was still no word on their son. She reached up and fingered her necklace. It was the double heart necklace that Sam and Anna Marie had given her that last Mother's Day before Anna Marie passed away. As she clutched the necklace she earnestly prayed that her son's life would be spared.

Room 300

"I don't get why they are keeping us overnight. We have no injuries other than sore wrists. Why won't they release us?" Wordy was irritated. He just wanted to find Shelly and hold her close.

"They want to make sure there are no side effects from the sedative that Mark hit us with. We'll be able to leave tomorrow." Greg answered gently. "Think of it this way Wordy. At least we won't have to worry about visiting hours for the rest of the team since we're admitted for the night."

"That is true."

Wordy was about to say more when there was a gentle knock on the door. The person on the other side didn't wait for a response and when the door opened Wordy's smile could have split his face.

"Shell." Wordy sighed in relief. He had been looking forward to seeing his wife for two long days and now that she was here he felt like he could finally get some rest.

"Kevin." Shelly quickly made her way across the room to her husband's bed.

Wordy didn't miss the fact that Shelly looked intently at his wrists. He knew that she would take her time examining them and gently kissing his wounds. She always did and it always made him love her even more. But for now he just needed to hold her, so he did. As soon as she was close enough he reached out and pulled her to him. Breathing in her scent he finally felt like he was free of the nightmare that had been the last two days.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Shelly whispered as she held her husband tightly.

"I'm fine sweetheart. Promise." Wordy held her even tighter. "Are the girls okay?"

"Yes, I told them you were just stuck at work. It's happened before so I figured it would be a good explanation."

"In a way it was true." Wordy drew in a deep breath.

Greg watched as the husband and wife embraced and he felt a familiar ache in his chest. He missed those days, the days where he had someone waiting for him at home at the end of the day. Sadly, though, those days were over all because he kept burying himself at the bottom of a bottle.

After several long minutes Shelly finally pulled back, kissed her husband, and smiled.

"You're okay?" Shelly asked softly.

"I'm okay." Wordy whispered back before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Shelly took a deep breath before turning to Greg.

"Sorry Greg." Shelly smiled.

"You don't have to apologize Shelly." Greg offered an encouraging smile.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I'm just worried about the rest of the team." Greg answered honestly. "They haven't told me anything."

"I think I can help with that." Commander Holleran stated as he entered the room. He could give his Sergeant an update on his team for now and get his statement later. He knew that Shelly Wordsworth didn't need to know the details of the last two days.

Room 304

"Ma, I'm fine. I promise. It doesn't even hurt." Spike whined for the third time in as many minutes.

Spike's mom and Lou's sister had come to see them and had spent every moment of their time in the room asking them if they were okay, if they were in pain, what they could do to help. Both men were feeling a bit smothered, but at the same time thankful for the family that was worried for them. However, they were still waiting to hear news on their other family, the rest of Team One.

Lou knew that once they were alone in the room that he and Spike were going to have a long talk about what happened at the warehouse, how they've been treating Sam, and what to do to make things right. If they got the chance that is. They still didn't know if Sam was going to make it or not. He had suffered quite a lot at the hands of Simmons. Lou hoped with everything in him that Sam would make it, both physically and emotionally.

Room 302

Edward Lane was sitting staring out the window when his family walked in. Seeing Sophie and Clark almost made him forget the pain in his ribs from the beating he had received. Sophie always had a way of making him feel better at the end of the worst of days.

"Ed." Sophie quickly crossed the room. She stopped short of pulling her husband into a hug as she knew his ribs were injured.

Ed was so relieved to see Sophie that he didn't care about the pain in his ribs and pulled Sophie to him when she got close enough.

"Edward Lane, don't you ever scare me like that again!" Sophie scolded him as Ed held her tight.

"Oh Sophie, I never want to scare you like that again." Ed closed his eyes and drew in as deep a breath as he could.

"What happened to you?" She asked when she finally pulled back to look at her husband.

"Not right now." Ed said softly as his eyes turned to Clark who was standing in the doorway.

Sophie nodded slightly in understanding. Their son didn't need to know all the details. But she had a feeling Ed would need to talk about what happened later. He had that look that said he felt like he had royally screwed up and needed her to tell him how to fix it. Sophie couldn't help but wonder what Ed was beating himself up over now.

"Clark, son." Ed lifted a hand towards his son. He needed his whole family right now.

Clark swallowed the lump in his throat that was always present when his dad was in the hospital and moved to his dad's bedside.

"I'm okay Clark. I promise." Ed assured his son as he pulled Clark to him.

Clark squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he fought the tears that threatened to spill over. He didn't know why but he had a feeling that things could have ended quite differently. Clark had a gut feeling that he very well could have lost his dad over the last two days. He was never more thankful to be held by his dad than he was right this moment.

Ed knew that he had a lot to work through. He had been downright horrible to Sam ever since the rookie joined their team. He knew he had to do something to make it right, he just didn't know what. As he met his wife's gaze Ed was sure that Sophie would not only beat his ass for treating Sam the way that he had, but she would also have a good solution for how to fix it.

For now, though, he just held his wife and son close.

…..

Room 306

Jules had never been more grateful for a hot shower than she was right now. She closed her eyes as the hot water cascaded down her back. She had argued with the nurse about being able to take a shower. They didn't want her to be out of bed at the moment. But all she had had to do was explain that she just needed to wash that pervert off her. She felt dirty from where he had touched her.

Despite the steaming hot water she shivered at the thought of what the subject had said he would do to her. She could still feel his lips on her, his hand groping her. But mostly she could still feel the cold steel of the blade that he had used to torture Sam with. It had been stained with Sam's blood when Mark had cut her shirt in half and there had been a small streak left on her skin when he was done.

As Jules scrubbed herself clean her mind drifted to Sam. She had thought that she had the rookie figured out before. But now she wasn't so sure. Sam had come across as cocky, know it all, 'I can do anything', Special Forces soldier. But over the last two days she had seen a side of Sam that she wouldn't have guessed he had.

Sam had done his best to come across as unfazed by what had happened. However, she had learned a thing or two from the Boss and she had seen his armor cracking near the end. The flashback had done a number on him. Then three things she had never expected to happen did.

First was when Mark was touching her. While that vile man had his hands on her she had actually had a pretty good view of Sam. The look on his face was pure murder. She hadn't thought he would care what happened to her, or the rest of the team. But the look of pure rage on his face at that time had told her otherwise.

Then Sam had done something that none of them had expected. He found a way to free them even though he caused more pain for himself. How he managed to continue on and fight back with a shoulder that had been dislocated, on top of his other injuries, she had no clue. He was truly stronger than she had ever thought.

The third thing that Sam had done that had shocked her was when he took a bullet for her. She had taken many bullets before. But she had never had someone purposefully take one for her. Jules knew that she would have to spend some time working through Sam saving her life. Before she could think about it too much though the pain in her head flared up again.

Jules decided that for now she would get some much needed rest and work through her feelings about the last two days at a later time. Maybe the Boss would sit down with her and let her talk through everything that had happened.

Private Waiting Room

Jason Braddock was holding his sleeping wife close to him as he stared at the painting on the wall across from them. They had been in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity and yet they still had no news on Sam. It had been several hours since Sam had arrived at the hospital and all they would tell him was that Sam as still in surgery.

Waiting for news on Sam was nothing new to Jason. But this time was different. Sam had been home, in Canada, when he had received these injuries. His son was supposed to be safe here. Even being in the SRU was safer than anything Sam did in Afghanistan.

The only solace Jason had was that if Sam had not made it then they would have come to tell them already. This was a case of no news was good news. That didn't mean that Jason had to wait patiently. In fact, in any other case he would be pacing. This time though Sarah was here and needed his comfort. As he checked his watch yet again the door to the waiting room opened.

"I'm looking for a General Jason Braddock." The doctor said as he noticed the only two people in the room.

"That's me." Jason answered as he gently woke his wife awake and stood.

"Sir, my name is Doctor Jefferson. I've been in surgery with your son for the last several hours."

"Sam! How is my son?" Sarah asked, her worry clear in her voice. "Please tell me my boy is going to be okay!"

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