Almost exactly an hour later Faye was tucked into a thick blanket in a wake up room amongst other patients. The bullett had been removed from her muscle and the doctors had made sure there were no signs for infection and had given her a precausionary dose of antibiotics.

In between the groaning and babbling of halfconscious patients the nice nurse came back to check whether Faye was awake. She asked in a low tone. "Still sleeping?"

"Mmm" She licked her lisp and her head rolled to the side, but actually getting her eyes open was another thing, they didnt want to obey her head, obviously the drugs hadnt quite worn of yeet.

With a breath she tried again forcing her eyes to open, they fluttered for a second before finally managing to open them, the room blurry around them.

"Ah, there she is..." The nurse smiled down at her and felt her pulse.
"See, I told you, you would be okay. You're strong."
In her head she counted the beats while she was timing and then took a note.
"Are you cold?"
She turned around to another patient crying behind her. Obviously the man was in a lot of pain. After she had taken care of him she returned to the young brunette.
"The police is here. They're waiting outside. We have to notify them when we get bullett wounds in."

Faye licked her lips,nodding herhead, she didnt belived that for a second, she wasnt strong and she was far, far from okay, with a breath she shook her head, she really hoped the pain meds didnt ware of any time soon.

Her eyes went wide at the sound of thepolice, she had no idea what shewasgoing to tell them, she doubted the truth would go down well,withany one.

"I tell you what. I'll keep the police off your back until you're in your room but they are not happy...we have a body that was killed by either you or the guy that came with you...it wasn't you, was it?" She wrinkled her brow. Of course it was none of her business but things like these didn't happen every day when she was on duty and she was nosy.
"So...you wanted us to notify your brother. We need a number."

When the doctor and nurses reentered the room after being called to another emergency the young man was still out cold but the monitor behind him was beeping steadily.
"Okay, let's see." The man in a sterile green outfit pulled on new rubber gloves and once again checked the pupil diallation.
"Can you call Dr. Anders over?" he asked a nurse, then inspected the gash on the mans head again and motioned for the other one to hand him a razor. "I can't see anything under all this hair."
With the razor in his hand he shrugged. "Sorry." and shaved the the hair around the wound off. After pulling out two more tiny pieces of glass he closed it with 8 beautifully arranged, perfectly spaced out stitches and admired his own work. To the still unconscious jack he added. "You're going to love this."
The women behind him exchanged glances while they disposed off the used bandage.
The younger one frowned. "Sometimes you can be real cruel. He's cute."
"Make sure you're not on my shift next time, sweety." the man turned and raised his brow mockingly.
He proceeded to pinch Jacks shoulder. "No you just need to wake up, buddy. The cops are already waiting for you."

Jack grimaced slightly as he slowly came to, his eyes already narrowing against the bright light before he even barely opened them. His surroundings were anything but familiar, white and sterile, nothing like his own bedroom. Where the hell was he?

He lifted his hand up only to feel something softly tugging at the back of it before it even reached half way to his head. Now that couldn't be good.. Moving his hand in front of his face instead, he frowned at the sight of a small Iv needle and tube sticking out of it before his eyes shifted on to a..doctor. Oh shit, he was in a fucking hospital bed. He dropped his head back on to the pillow at the man's words and swallowed against his dry throat, remembering what had happened. Well, flashes of it anyway, but it was more than enough.

"Good.. Than maybe they can do their job for once.." He mumbled slightly hoarse, his teeth gritting briefly against the discomfort when he pulled the needle out of the back of his hand. He hated those things.

At first the doctor wanted to protest and ask what the hell the young man was doing but then crossed his arms and nodded. "Ah, so you're one of them...tough guys."
He took a step next to him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him where he was and got a little louder. "Who walk home with a massive concussion and then die of cerrebral hemmorhage on their way home at Starbucks."
He lifted Jack's hand that he had just pulled the needle out of and showed him the handcuffs that bound him to the bed. "Sorry but you might have troubles taking the bed to Starbucks."

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me." Jack yanked his hand away from the doctor to find it restricted by the handcuff around his wrist. How could he have missed something like that when he had pulled the Iv out? Shit, the cops were here for him. Not to question him, but to fucking arrest him for murder.

He yanked his arm against the handcuff once more in a futile attempt before his hand dropped back to his side. His breathing picked up considerably as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was panicking, just a little... How the hell was he going to explain it was self-defense? He had killed that guy, but what might be even worse.. It had barely fazed him.

"Fuck." He breathed out as he opened his eyes again, his gaze shifting toward the doctor and the still closed door behind the man. "You wouldn't happen to have the keys to these on you, would ya, doc?"

"No." He simply stated. It wasn't hard to tell that his patient was having somewhat of a panick attack but why?
"You shouldn't be´worried too much you have a pretty long scar to proof it was self defense...then again I'm wondering why you have something on your neck that looks like it was cause by a bullett but the body downstairs didn't bring in a gun, plus the woman you came with has been shot.......something to think about."
He suspiciously winked at Jack .

Going back to his routine he asked. "How many fingers am I holding up and do you remember what happened downstairs?"

he nodded o the nurse to let in the cops that were waiting outside.
Both of them sported big gutts and grey beards.
The older one pulled out a form and then his badge. "LAPD, we have a few questions for you. Can you tell us your name and social security number?"

Jack pushed himself up to sit as straight as his restrictions could allow him, ignoring the slight light headedness and nausea it caused while he snorted at the man's words. He shouldn't be worrying too much? He was cuffed to a fucking hospital bed of all places, cops were waiting outside to ask him questions he didn't want to answer and he still had his damned probation hanging off of his ass.. Oh, he had plenty to worry about.

"Three and I only remember flashes of it.." He mumbled, barely paying attention to the doctor anymore when two cops entered the room. The badges shoved in his face only seemed to turn his frown deeper. He hated this, he hated cops, but he figured the sooner this was over, the sooner he could.. Well, that depended on the outcome of this..

"Jack O'Conner and my social security number? Fuck if I know. Just google it or something and get to the point.."

The doctor who had stepped off to the side and crossed his arms in front of chest found Jack's attitude slightly amusing. Finally somebody who didn't moan and whine but had some fire.
The cops didn't appreciate it so much. "Watch the attitude, young man." One of the said a little annoyed. His partner stepped in and nodded. "Mr. O'Conner, do you have any kind of ID on you?"
He waited for Jack to pull out something like a drivers license and then explained.
"Mr. O'Conner. There's a body in the hospital morque. Either you or the young lady, who came in with you killed that man....I'm not judging you, I don't know why or what happened. That's what we're here for. We need you to tell us what exactly happened."

The doctor checked his watched but waited for Jack to answer. He wasn't done with him yet but needed to see another patient.

When Jack didn't give them any ID one of the cops stepped into the corner and pulled out his phone.
"We have a name but no id here at the hospital, it's Jack O'Conner. Can you check it for me? Send me a picture and whatever you can find on my cell."

Faye was half listening to the nurse who was speakig to her and half attempting to figure out what the hell she was going to do, the cops were waiting to talk to her and her story wasnt going to hold up, not now, a drive by could have explained her injuries...just, but now, when there was a body downstairs....she doubted it.

She could still feel his hands wrapped around her neck and she had to force herself to breath, to calm herself down before she went into full panick attack mode, already she could feel her breathing speed up, her heart.

Licking her lips she turned her gaze over to the woman, with a sigh she draw her lower lip between her teeth, and slolwy shook her head, "It was self defense" She mummbeled, she was still pretty groggy and she needed it to ware of, she'd deal with the pain as it came, "I need you to ring someone else for me" With a breath she realed of the number for Brian's boss, she could rememember from her time with. With a sigh she swallowed, "Tell him the case me and Brian were working on went bad, that he needs to come"

In confusion the nurse looked at the young woman.
"Okay, he'll know what to do with that information?"
She noted down the number and frowned.
"Are you with the police?" She wondered.
Then she quickly placed her hand on Faye's shoulder.
"Rest some more, get your head clear, then we'll find you a room and I'll call this number."

After she was done tending to a patient she went outside to make the call.

It took about 2 hourse until somebody from the FBI showed up at the hospital...Agent Trinh. She flashed her badge at the staff and asked to see Faye Perez or Brian O'Conner.

Faye turned her head as the door opened her agaze shifting to the door witha sigh she eyed the woman. "Trinh right" She questioned with a raised brow licking her lips she sighed, "Jack's in trouble, Brian to"

The Asian woman entered the room that she'd been directed to where she found three women. One of them looked vaguely familiar.
She held out her hand and shook Faye's. "I'm here to replace Brian's partner, Daniel, because we couldn't get a hold of him.... hold on, not so fast...you are Faye Perez, correct? What happened and why excatly did you call us?"

Faye nodded her head and let out a soft breath, "He was working on case, Verone"

Then she explained everything, well everythig she knew, from getting took, the torture, or what she thought was torture, to getting took again, getting shot, what happened after, swallowing she looked at her. "Mia's missing, Carter was being watched", licking herlips she ran a hand over her throat, "A guy came here tofinish the job, Jack killed him, self defense"

Jack looked from one cop to the other, not even bothering to pretend he had any type of ID on him. If he ever had trouble keeping his attitude on the background, it would be now. How could these two idiots even for a second think a hundred pound woman, and in her condition, could take on the son of a bitch.

"That guy came in posing as a doctor. Next thing I know he tries to kill us both.." He paused, not sure how much more of the whole story he should tell. His eyes followed the second cop to the corner before he looked at the first one again.

"She's done nothing, alright? Whatever happens next, put it on me and just me. She has been through more than enough already."

Agent Trinh was trying to take notes on her netbook but gave up half way trhough Faye's story. "You lost me...I think you'll have to rewind and go a little slower. What?"
When Faye finished by saying that somebody was sent to the hospital Trinh involuntarily looked around but only saw other patients.
"You might not be safe here. I'll get somebody to watch your door. And where is Jack? Brian's brother Jack?" The young woman had met him once before and liked him right away. The kid had a sense of humor.
"And where's the body? AND where's Brian?"
She pulled out her phone and dialled her old colleagues number but didn't get an answer.

Wrinkling his brow the cop turned to his colleague who was still on the phone.
He took a few notes and nodded.
"Why would somebody try to kill you and that other woman? Enlighten me."

The doctor once again looked at his watch behind Jack. If he was telling the truth he didn't like the way things were going. For some reason he flet like siding with him.

The other cop hung up and stepped out of the corner. Heavily he leaned his hands on the bed and shook his head. "Ts, ts, ts. Seems like Mr. O'Conner here.." he held up his phone with a screenshot of Jack's face. "...is on probation for breaking out a known criminal. A guard was killed in the process." He turned his cold eyes on Jack.
"Why did they let you scumbag go on probation?"
He got closer pushing his hand into Jacks leg.
"Why did you kill the man downstairs?"
Another step and his hand was on Jacks chest.
"You won't walk again."