"Like straight out of Indiana Jones after Moleram dug his hand into my chest and then ripped my gutts out." He overdramatized.
Seeing the look on her face he grinned.
"No, I'm fine, thanks to you." His smile was genuine. "Just a little 'torn up' but whatever is in there is almost as good as the drinks we had the other day." Brian pointed to the IV bag hanging above his head.

His eyes were fixed on her face for a long moment before he took a breath and said.
"Thank you....for saving me. If I recall it right you took out my brother." The fact that his brother had to be taken out before he had a chance to finish off Brian hurt more than anything else and gave him a sting in the chest.
"And for keeping most of my blood inside of me." The joke got stuck half-way through when he noticed her expression.

Searching her face he noticed her concerned, worried look. "Are you okay....is Jack okay?" Whatever it was this couldn't be good.

Faye couldn’t concentrate, not on the books in front of her, or the paper work at the side of that. Jack had gone to work that morning and hadn’t been in touch, which was uncommon in itself, but what was even more uncommon was him being over three hours late home from work, and not letting her know. Even worse he was ignoring her calls, he never ignored her calls. With a sigh she gave up with the work all together, threw the pen on the table and headed towards the house phone, fingers roaming over the address book looking for the garages number.

It took ten minuets for her to actually get hold of Jack’s boss, find out that he hadn’t been in work all morning, another five minuets to find out that there had been a police car sat outside the shop for half the day, and then another ten minuets getting through to Miami PD and finding out that he had been shot in front of the station.

Another quick call had her waiting outside for a friend to take her down to the hospital. Jack had some explaining to, and so did Brian.

After talking her way into his room, and past the police guard she eyed Jack. One gun shot wound to the chest, after she had been informed he had shot a cop, his brother none the less. Oh things were getting better and better. Shaking her head she settled down at his bed side, dark eyes wandering down to the cuffs around his wrist. Sighing she let out a breath, with him sleeping she decided to let him sleep, for now.

The sun hadn’t been up long when he finally started stirring, dark eyes flickered over towards him, and she lent over t him, fingers cupping the side of his cheek, a soft smile spreading across her lips “You had me worried” She whispered softly.

She giggled alittle at his comments and gave him a half hearted smile. "Well it's nice to see getting shot didn't hurt your sense of humor. And as for whatever they have you on wanna share I could use a drink."

"You're welcome Brian. And yes you do recall right." She sat back in her chair clenching her fisits trying to stop them from shaking.
"If you want some of your blood back its all over my shirt and jeans from last night." She laughted alittle.

"Jack is alive. He lost alot of blood from both wounds but he will live. Which is a very good thing." She purposely avoid his question about how she was.

"Yes, It is." Brian stated in a low voice but avoided her gaze. He just could not wrap his mind around his little brother actually shooting him. Did Jack know he was wearing a vest? Did he purposely aim for it?
His reaction was more of an instinct than anything else. Yet he felt absolutely aweful because he had almost killed him. The fear from last night, when he didn't know whether the younger sibling would live or not was still deep in his bones and when he looked back at Mira after a while he could tell that she was still processing everything as well.

"You're shaking." Brian observed taking her hand. "Mira, you did the perfectly right thing."
Did she really? Probably.

"Did the Cap. give you shit?"
He could picture their boss giving the next best person shit. Since he had been out of the picture that only left his partner and her....so her because she was the rookie.

Brian pushed himself up from his lying position. "C'mon. Let's get out of here. I'll buy you that drink I promised." He had to get as far away from this hospital and Jack as he could- fast!

She blushed when he took hold of her hand. "Yeah I can't seem to stop." Her hand trembled in his hold. " And you are right I did what I was supposed to. But all the praticing and stuff doesn't compair to actually shooting someone. I guess it just scared me shooting him and then seeing you laying on the ground bleeding. I really thought both of you were gonna die..."
She looked down and didn't meet his eye "Yeah he did."

When he sat up she placed her hands on his shoulders to keep him from standing. "Have you been cleared by a doctor to leave? I mean should you really be up and moving around yet?"

Continue the Mira/Brian part of the thread under 'The aftermath' (Boathouse).

The day had been long and hard and the last thing on his list was the criminal in room 5.09. Frowning Dr. Newton nodded at the guard, pushed open the door and spotted somebody in a chair. "Who are you?" He asked. Nobody had notified him that the patient had a visitor.
"Lady, this is an intensive care unit. Unless you are a close relative you're not allowed in here, especially after visiting hours."

He rubbed his eyes and took the notepad from the foot end of Jacks bed.
Then he gave Faye a look that clearly told her to leave.
He scribbled down the vitals, checked oxygen saturation, blood pressure, temperature.
The nurse that followed closely got orders to add some antibiotics.
He then proceeded to carefully shake Jack. "Can you hear me, Mr. O'Conner?"

Before Jack could respond the door opened and a doctor stepped into the room. She all but laughed at his words, a doctor sure, but a smart one obviously not. “Obviously you think so highly of the officers stood outside the door” With a raised brow her dark eyes sparkled as she shifted to sit back on the seat, but her fingers remained resting on her arm. “What do you think I did huh knocked em out and sneaked on inside”

Shaking her head she turned her gaze back towards Jack, rolling her eyes as she offered him a soft smile. “Im close family and his lawyer” She stated, dark eyes flicking back over towards the doctor, dark eyes daring him to sit and argue with her.

Shaking her head she returned her gaze back towards Jack, as soon as she was done here she was going to find the oldest O’Conner and have a few choice words.

Sleep. Whoever said it was peaceful and rejuvenating must have been either lying or a fucking idiot. Instead of the small nap he'd been planning on (Haha! Yeah right) he'd been sleeping restlessly for hours on end. What made things even worse, was that those hours were filled with the same images, sounds and feelings over and over. Gunshots. His brother stumbling and falling backwards. More gunshots. Two bullets tearing in to his flesh from two completely different angles. There were two of them?

Finally, he stirred and slowly his eyes opened and moved around unfocused, obviously out of it and loopy from the medication. His eyes scanned the room briefly before they focused on Faye sitting next to his bed. "Faye…" He mumbled when he finally seemed to recognize her. It took him a moment longer to realize where he was. A hospital. One of the places he hated the most.

He shifted in the bed, or at least he tried to. An unintended groan left his mouth as he moved, becoming aware of the pain in his shoulder and leg (at least his leg was still there) for the first, well... second time, not to mention something was restraining him from sitting up further. Cuffs. He became aware of them the moment the doctor and a nurse came in to the room.

"Can you please turn that thing off." He mumbled before he swallowed against his dry throat. The constant beeping noise of what he guessed was the heart-monitor was driving him nuts. "I'm not dying." But at the moment he wasn't exactly thrilled to be alive, though not so much kicking, either.

He would have grabbed a hold of Faye's hand when the doctor told her to leave, but the cuffs around his wrists didn't let him. "No. Let her stay here. She's my fiancee." The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he said and what his words meant. Thank you medication for making me high as a kite. She wasn't and he had never even thought about it, but a fiancee should be close enough to be allowed to stay a little longer, right?

Fiance. He thought to himself. Well good luck for the future.

"I can turn the sound of but you were pretty close to dying, Mr. O'Conner , so no,. I'm not turning it off." His professionalism prevented any further nasty comments.

Putting the chart away he looked down at Jack with a frown. "We were able to safe your leg despite the arterial damage. Take it easy though. You're probably still a bit wobbly, that'll wear off soon." The doctor wasn't very fond of the young man, who had shot an officer and wasn't about to hide that fact.

Without any further explanation he left the room making way to a police officer, who had been waiting for the all clear outside.
"I'm sergeant McNamara. I'm here to inform you that you are under arrest and will be transferred to a state prison as soon as the doctor clears you. Until then nobody but your lawyer and close family will be permitted to see you. If you want to place a call, we'll bring you a phone. Any questions?!" He practically spat at Jack.

Fiance Oh yea they had him real doped up if he had let those words slip out of his mouth. Had the situation not been as bad as they were she would have allowed a smile to cross her lips, instead they stayed in a straight line, and dark eyes were locked on Jack. Licking her lisp she smiled, moving until her hand resting on top of his. She couldn’t lie though, the words had a nice ring to them.

The doctors words made her heart jump in her chest. She didn’t want to be reminded any more of how close to loosing him she had been. Never again was she dealing with that worry. Dark eyes turned hard at the doctor, she didn’t like his tone. Squeezing Jacks hand she offered him a small smile, hoping to make him feel better.

Dark eyes shifted over to the officer that came into the room and she shook her head, state prison, she squeezed a little harder and shook her head. Things had gone bad, real quickly.