Taking Elissa home – GS.

Scene setting : New York Presbyterian Hospital

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa scoffed at the boys’ reaction to her; it was like they were teenagers around a cheerleader or something. It was flattering, to be sure, and Tommy’s little jest about not washing his face actually had her feel like she was blushing. Even if it wasn’t something she was used to, she was grateful for the treatment, and she had to admit that she liked it a little bit. As Tommy got her some water, she’d gratefully flash him a smile and cradle the drink in her good hand, sipping at it slowly as he asked about her prospects of escape from this place. The doctor had been a little wishy-washy with her, but she had a good idea from other injuries. Putting her water down reluctantly, she signed, ~Probably within a few hours, once they know I’m out of the woods.~ However, afterwards she sighed and looked down, shaking her head with a whispered groan. ~I really don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to.~ If there was one thing that she hated, it was sitting around doing nothing when there were important deeds that needed doing.

Of course, once Frank brought up the subject of the Commander, she grimaced and nodded her agreement, still drinking her water… up until the p*rn comment, which promptly had her spitting back into her cup. Coughing a little, she looked at him with an expression along the lines of ‘Really? You went there?’ before letting it go with a shake of her head. Regardless of colorful language, she knew that he was right; that idiot commander had basically ruined the case and put more people in danger because the guy was probably getting kickbacks under the table. Sighing, she shook her head sadly and downed the rest of her water, smiling a thanks to Tommy before adding to Frank, hopefully with Tommy translating for her, ~I’m sorry this backfired so badly, Frank. I wish we had something to show for this mess.~ Her expression was utterly sincere, she felt bad for failing Frank; this was his chance to finally prove his innocence, and they blew it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank and Tommy both spoke at the same time, when Elissa said she was sorry that their attempts to find evidence and get a witness statement backfired so badly. It wasn’t her fault and if anything they should be sorry for putting her in the line of fire. It was foolish to think that someone like Joey Patone didn’t have a mark on him. When you play with fire, you often get burnt.

“No no no, Elissa. Come on. Don’t be sorry. So…we had a set back.” Frank said, trying to be upbeat considering the fact he had to hand in his service revolver. Tommy on the other hand was more realistic. “We didn’t get the guy we wanted, but I am pretty damn sure that we were screwed the moment the Commander entered the scene. The guy is so crooked, I’m sure he has a hand in what happened. He was all too eager to pin this on Frank, when it was bleeding obvious that it was a sniper that shot Joey…..and you.” The journalist making a point of including Elissa in his deductions. “All we gotta do now, is figure out what we are chasing….and who.”

It seemed that this had gone from investigating what killed Rory, to a murder case on one Joey Patone – and the attempted murder on Elissa. In Tommy’s mind the most important thing to do was to see that the Commander’s ideas of Frank’s involvement in the crimes was quashed.

Looking at the time, and taking into consideration that Elissa didn’t want to stay in hospital a moment longer than she needed to had Tommy ducking outside to see if he could find a wheelchair, to wheel her out. Frank watched Tommy leave and then asked Elissa. “You know I am not going to rest until I find out who shot you, right?”

Frank reached for her hand, squeezing it lightly, as Tommy snuck back in with a wheelchair.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s break this babe outta here.”

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was… a little strange to be told that she hadn’t screwed up even when she knew damn well that she had. Even though she was a civilian now, she of all people should’ve been the combat expert; she should’ve been the one trying to protect them, not the other way around. But, Frank was probably right, no sense dwelling on one mistake. And what Tommy had to said actually got her back on her mental feet. No, not because it was encouraging, but rather because it got her blood boiling something fierce. What he said made perfect sense, and probably explained a great deal of the trouble that Frank had been having in his case even before she and Tommy got involved. And it also suggested some answers to some things she’d witnessed during her time in the force, things that had slipped by unnoticed due to a sort of optimism on her part, but now made perfect sense. Hopefully she was wrong on that and she was just jumping to conclusions, but whatever happened they knew that the Commander was likely not going to rest until Frank was out of commission, if nothing else.

And if he really was responsible for what happened in Joey’s apartment, then she had some personal reason to fry that pig’s bacon.

However, her enthusiasm was quelled by a simple reminder: she was wounded and stuck in this stupid hospital. When she felt Frank’s hand on hers and heard those words, she turned to him with a slightly surprised expression. Did Frank actually care that much about her? It… was actually kind of touching. Without intending to, she gave him a sweetly grateful expression, squeezing his hand back. Thankfully she toughened right back up and flashed him a weak but intense smile. Even if she couldn’t be on the field thanks to her injury, she wasn’t about to abdicate. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. Even if they never caught the shooter, this enterprise had her full support…

And then Tommy came in with the wheelchair, and suggested on busting her out. Oh, if he only knew how often that happened with her. Giving him a go ahead with a wicked smile, and signing for him to get a bandage and some cotton to help her with the IV. Really, she didn’t need too much help, just needed him to keep pressure on the area with the cotton while she turned off the drip and pulled out the needle. After that she bandaged herself up, already quite used to pulling that off even before SWAT, and then reached up for a hand to get into the chair. Once in, she gestured for one of the guys to get in back for her, then gestured like she was telling an army to move out.

Meanwhile, Doctor Steiner, who had been about to enter, sighed and waited outside, just shaking his head. That woman had been his patient since arriving in New York, and the only times she hadn’t walked out after an injury was when she actually couldn’t walk. He’d let the people bail her out, mostly out of exasperated knowing that she was impossible to keep around, and went ahead and signed her out himself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Opening the door, Frank’s face fell on seeing the Doctor who had been standing outside. He didn’t look impressed to see Elissa in the wheel chair and it was Tommy who had the balls to call it what it was. Firmly gripping the wheel chair’s handles he gave something of a Cheshire grin. “Oh…hey Doc. You are probably wondering what Elissa is doing out of bed. Welp. After reading a comprehensive article on how people often get better faster in their own surroundings, we..” Frank interjected with a quick nod….“…and me.” Tommy picked up…“….thought we would take Elissa home.”There was a slight pause as it registered with the doctor that these were her friends. Not to mention he had heard the nurse station gossip about the flirtatious Tommy Xo. Doctor Steiner brought out the clip board he had been holding in his hand, as he had half suspected that this would happen. He had the release forms but needed her signature. Once she left the hospital’s care she was no longer covered by their policies. Red tape…and all that.

The Doctor offered her the clip board to sign, before asking both Frank and Tommy to take good care of her. Tommy gave a small salute, while Frank waited for Elissa to sign the release form and then take it from her to hand back to the Doc.

“She’s practically family.” Frank insisted. “I’ll stay with her till she is right again.”

Did this mean that Frank was going to stay at her apartment, or his?

With the papers signed, the trio would be able to head for the lift and then make their way to the carpark where Tommy was parked. Frank was relieved in a sense that they hadn’t had to resort to busting her out, but signing her out instead. Tommy made sure he waved to certain nurses as they left, even winking at the one that helped the boys from the beginning.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa locked eyes with the doctor as they left, and for a moment she felt really guilty at doing this to him. Thankfully though everything worked out, with the guys basically covering for her and making sure that she’d be alright. Of course, it was kind of silly how Tommy tried to explain it, but she rolled with it, not bothering to give him a raised eyebrow just out of a desire to get out of the hospital. Fortunately, old Steiner knew the drill, and had them sign the papers, which was fine by her… though not before Frank commented that he’d be staying with her until she was okay. That… was a strange thought… Did he really mean that? Because it probably wasn’t necessary.

Shaking it off, once they were signed out they were out, Tommy being the flirtatious goof he was as they went. After a trip to Tommy’s car, they were off to her apartment.

 

 

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