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Darkness Rising

A Once Upon a Time in Mexico
story by Merrie

Disclaimer: Jeffrey, Sands, Roland, Emily, Susannah and all
others own me. I would never even attempt to claim otherwise.

Summary: Sands and Jeffrey, after having a good long
homicidal run have finally been caught. So what happens next? And how the hell
does a wanted psychopath wind up in the CIA anyway?

Characters: Jeffrey, Sands, Roland Rivers, Emily Brisbane,
Susannah Cartwright, Dr. Claire Harrington

Author�s Note: Warning, character death. I�m not really sure
why this chapter wanted written, and why I killed the person I did, but I hope
you still like it in spite of all that.

Rating: R for extreme violence, graphic imagery and
language.

Chapter Eighteen: There�s Someone
in My Head� Part I

�You lock the door and throw away the key, there�s someone
in my head, but it�s not me.�

-Brain Damage by Pink Floyd.

These people are
trying to thwart my work! Dr. Harrington thought irritably, once more
injecting Mr. Sands with something to calm him down from the frenzied state the
trio of CIA agents had left him in. She wouldn�t be able to give him another
dosage until this one wore off, however. Anything more could potentially put
him into a coma. Dr. Harrington wasn�t out to kill or injure patients-unless of
course it was deemed necessary-she was out to save them; to rehabilitate them. She was of the belief
that any person could be rehabilitated. It may take weeks, months or even years
to reach that point, but it could be reached. And she would find that point
with Mr. Sands if it took the rest of her career.

�You�re time with Mr. Sands is through. You may come back
tomorrow between the hours of 1 and 3. Now I must ask you to leave,� she told
the three CIA agents firmly, her tone brooking no argument. She had the power
to bar them from further visits with her patient without extreme supervision
and they knew it. Their time spent with him was a privilege, not a right.

The one named Roland looked as if he wanted to argue, but
the two women at his sides-both of them probably fucking him if Dr.
Harrington�s intuition was correct-held him back. Then the pretty brunette
spoke.

�Thank you for your patience, Dr. Harrington,� Susannah said
smoothly. �We will come back tomorroringring the times you specified.�

�What? Don�t leave, everyone always leaves me,� Jeffrey
called out mournfully. �Is there a jet plane involved?� he asked curiously.

�No, there isn�t a fucking jet plane involved, you idiot.
They�re being kicked out by Dr. Dominatrix here. They�ll be back tomorrow,�
Sands said with a scowl.

�Oh good. We know when they�ll be
back again, then? Visiting hours are very important. Wouldn�t
want to get caught out past curfew. That would never do. They lock you
up if you do that. Is that why they locked us up, Sands? Were we out past
curfew?�

�Yes, we are horrible, evil, wicked curfew breakers. They�ll
probably execute us just for that alone,� Sands said with a roll of his eyes.

�They�re mean to you here. I want to go back to DC,� Jeffrey
said plaintively. �No curfew then to lock us up and throw away the key there.
Or did they lock us up and throw away the room? They can do that, you know,�
Jeffrey said with wide eyes and a quick nod of his head.

�You are in DC,�
Susannah said softly. The three CIA agents and the doctor had been watching the
exchange between the two men with ous ous looks of concern on their faces.
Susannah herself was at one end of the spectrum, with Emily in the middle and
Roland and Dr. Harrington holding up the other end.

�Land of the free, home of the brave,� Sands muttered under
his breath, his dark eyes flashing to Susannah, clearly filled with hate.

�But if we�re home, then why are we stuck here? Home is on
the range and this isn�t a range,� he said as he frantically looked around the
room, tugging at his restraints for a few minutes then stopping as if he couldn�t
keep his focus on the task. He winced as the movement pulled at the healing
gunshot wound to his chest. �Put down? Can this horse not ride anymore? I like
being ridden,� he drawled, giving Emily and Susannah a pointed look. �But
they�re not little cowgirls. You can tell. No spurs.�

�They�re fucking CIA agents! They�re the ones who put you in
this place you stupid son of a bitch,� Sands reminded Jeffrey coldly.

�Why would they want to do that? And stop vituperating me.
Why are you so angry? You need music. Music soothes savage beasts. Are you
savage? No, you aren�t really. I�m
the savage one. You said so yourself. You just kill. You don�t have the fun
that I do. And it is fun, Sands. So much fun. Parties every day, see the children play.�

�Until you�ve killed them,� Sands muttered under his breath.

�Never killed a child before.
You�ve killed as a child, but never a
child. Is it the same? Like killing a really short adult? Do you know�.Emily?�
he asked suddenly before laughing delightedly. ��See Emily Play.� Do you play,
Emily? �When I was a child, I talked as a child, I
thought as a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put
childish ways behind me.� He laughed again manically.

�Where is that
from?� Sands asked with a scowl. �You aren�t making a whole lot of sense,
Jeffrey. Did you know that?�

�Your head, not mine. I just use what�s there,� Jeffrey said
with a wide grin, sounding almost lucid for a moment. That was, until he spoke
again. �Am I a thought inside your head? I think therefore I am? Is that what
you did? That was a good trick. You deserve a treat.�

�You can take the fucking treat and shove it up your ass,�
Sands growled at him.

�Well that wasn�t very kind, now was it? I think he needs a
nap. He�s very grouchy.� Jeffrey�s comment seemed to galvanize Dr. Harrington
into action.

�It�s time for you to leave,� she addressed the CIA agents
firmly. �Mr. Sands needs his rest.� Her tone brooked no argument. The three CIA
agents left the hospital room in a triangular formation with Roland taking
point and grumbling to himself about pushy fucking doctors the whole way.

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�Did you recover Yvette�s body?� Susannah asked her two
coworkers softly as they drove away from the hospital.

Roland nodded, not saying a word and Emily turned in her
seat to address Susannah in the back. �Be glad you weren�t there to see it, Sus. It was�horrible.�

�The bastard fucking mutilated her,� Roland ground out,
keeping his eyes fixed on the road as he spoke.

�We have to go to the coroner�s office later today for his
report, but Roland�s right. There was�nothing left of her,� Emily said with a
curiously blank look on her face.

�We should make some calls about that other woman Sands
mentioned�Halia. We could probably trace her address
through her gun registration. I�ll call the Maryland PD later today.� She
continued asking Roland and Emily questions about finding Yvette�s body and was
glad to see that the animosity that had been between them seemed to have
vanished. There was still an awkwardnessNot developed, rekindled. She vaguely wondered where Roland�s wife
Eileen played into all of this, before deciding she felt bad for the woman she
had only met a few times. And isn�t she
home sick? Wasn�t that the reason Roland had taken Yvette to the company dinner
and meetings in the first place? Fate was sick and twisted sometimes. She
also vaguely remembered Emily mentioning a boyfriend�Zach�who she had met in a
department store of all places near her apartment. Susannah wondered if Emily
had even stopped to think about him as she had been forming this relationship
with Roland. Probably
not, knowing her.

Susannah had never approved of relationships between
co-workers. Especially in the CIA. She wasn�t against
dating in general, she had had a few boyfriends herself but had been ultimately
disappointed by each, but dating a co-worker, especially when you were working on
the same case, tended to be distracting for both parties. Susannah had already
had to break up more than a few fights between the two of them when they still
hated each other. She would not break
up intimate moments between them in an attempt to get back to work. That was
neither her business nor her job. She only hoped they had the combined common
sense to keep their thoughts out of their pants and onto the case until this
whole nightmarish mess was over and Sands was either incarcerated or sentenced to
death. Then they could do whatever the hell they wanted on their own time and
it wouldn�t affect anyone else save for Roland�s wife and Emily�s boyfriend.

When this is all over,
I�m going to take a long vacation. She promised herself with a sigh as she leaned
back in the seat a little. She couldn�t remember the last time she had been
away, and she knew that if a CIA agent-or a member from any type of law
enforcement really-didn�t take a break every once and awhile, they would become
burnt out and no longer able to do their job properly. Susannah didn�t want
that to happen to her. She had fought too long and hard to get into the CIA to
be forced to leave for a stupid reason like that. No, she would take a vacation
somewhere far, far away from her well-meaning but ultimately aggravating fellow
officers and stay until she no longer had a care in the world besides staying
out in the sun too long and what to wear to the party in the evening. Only
after she had reached that point would she return. She could almost hear the
waves crashing against the surf of some sandy beach in a remote location that
only she knew about.

�Sus? Are
you alright? I�ve been calling your name for the last minute,� Emily�s voice
cut into her thoughts, and the sounds of the city replaced the sounds of her
private beach once more.

�What? I�m sorry. I guess I got a little lost in my thoughts
there for a second. What was your question?� Susannah asked, leaning forward a
little to hear Emily better.

�Maybe you need to get some rest. If you can�t think
straight any longer, how are you going to be able to concentrate on the case?�
Emily asked with a concerned frown.

Yeah, like you�re one
to talk, missy. Susannah thought dryly. �No, I�m alright. I�ve just been thinking, that�s all. Now what was your
question?� she prompted again.

�She asked you if you�d like to go back to the hotel or
somewhere else,� Roland put in, glancing in the rearview mirror to Susannah�s
form briefly before turning his attention back to the road.

�Oh. No, the hotel will be fine. Give my room a call when
we�re supposed to go down to the coroner�s,� Susannah said with a slight nod.

�Are you going to be there?� Roland asked casually.

Susannah fought not to scowl at him. �Yes, I will.� Are you?

�Maybe we could go out to dinner tonight; the three of us. I
think we could all use a break,� Emily piped up in as cheerful a voice as she
could muster right now.

Susannah almost appreciated the effort, but it seemed
somehow callous to be going out and having fun after looking at your best
friend�s dead body and talking at length with her killer. Susannah didn�t
mention it though. �Yes, I think I would like that. You�re right about the
needing of a break,� she admitted. Emily nodded her approval and the three of
them sat in companionable silence for the rest of the trip back to the hotel.

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Sands was slowly but surely losing
his mind. With only a doped to the gills second personality to talk to, life
was never dull granted, but it wasn�t good for one�s mental health either. �Why
don�t the drugs affect me?� he asked again for what must have been the tenth
time since the CIA agents had left.

�Questions, questions everyone�s got questions only nobody
has answers,� was Jeffrey�s only response.

�Thanks for the help,� Sands muttered sarcastically under
his breath.

�Help. We need help. �He helps
those who help themselves. Is he going to help us?�

�I wouldn�t count on it. But you�re right. We need to help
ourselves. We�ve got to get the fuck out of here before that bitch doctor comes
back,� Sands muttered with a furtive glance toward the closed door of his
room/cell.

�She�s broken. Lost. Has she been
fixed and found yet? I don�t like her when she�s broken. She doesn�t say the
right words any more,� Jeffrey said with a sad shake of his head.

�She�ll be fixed
soon. Don�t worry,� Sands assured him darkly.
�Oh good,� Jeffrey said with a relieved smile.

Sands frowned with a curious look on his face. �Do you know
what I mean by that, Jeffrey?�

Jeffrey nodded enthusiastically. �You�re going to fix her so
she won�t be broken. Broken toys are of no use and must be thrown away.�

�That�s�right. I think,� Sands said with a slow shake of his
head. �We�ve got to get you off of all these drugs.�

�This is your brain on drugs. Sizzle, sizzle. Any questions?� Jeffrey asked with a manic grin.

�Where the hell are you getting all of this shit from? I
didn�t even know you fucking watched television?� Sands asked exasperatedly.

�Television. The
boob tube. The idiot box. I don�t watch it. I
watch you.�

�Well that explains everything, thank you,� Sands said
dryly.

�You�re welcome,� Jeffrey replied cheerfully.

�I have got to get
out of this fucking nuthouse,� Sands whispered desperately.

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Dr. Harrington sat at the security desk and watched her
patient, Mr. Sands, on the monitor. Installing security cameras in each of the
rooms had been one of the first renovations made to the old wing of the
hospital building. �He�s talking to himself and he doesn�t seem to be relaxing
at all,� she murmured under her breath as she leaned back in her chair and
watched the screen avidly. �That means the medications aren�t working. That
simply will not do.� She made a note to change the dosage of the mixture of
anti-psychotics and sedatives she was currently giving him. She hadn�t wanted
to give him so much that he was unresponsive to the world around him, but he
was leaving her with no other options.

She sighed and leaned back in the chair, steepling
her fingers and still watching her patient with a frown slowly forming on her
face as she did so. It was hard to tell exactly was what was going on in the
little black and white monitor, but it looked as if he were pulling at his
restraints again. �He�s going to have to learn that his place is here. With
us,� she murmured under her breath.

�Excuse me, doctor?� the chief security guard asked her
suddenly, having heard her mumbled comment. He cast a glance to what she was
looking. �So, is that him? The psycho? They�re saying
that little man killed something like 30 people in the last week. Is that true?
He doesn�t look like much to me. The papers are calling him the �million dollar
murderer.� You know, on account of the fact that�s he�s filthy rich or
something like that. Some guys have all the luck you know? There�s something
definitely not right about that.�

�I don�t appreciate that term, officer,� Dr. Harrington said
evenly.

�What? The �million dollar murderer?�
I didn�t make it up. The press did, doctor.�

�No. Psycho.� Her voice was cool
now. �That�s not a term I like to use in reference to my patients, officer. Mr.
Sands is just a confused man who needs help like the rest of us. Nothing more, nothing less. And we well help him, won�t we,
officer?�

�Uh, yes doctor. Of course, doctor,� the officer said
turning away so she couldn�t see him and blowing out a sigh with an expression
on his face that said he considered her to be just as loony as the rest of the
�patients� she kept in this place. �Well�I should be getting back to work, uh,
Dr. Harrington. If you need anything else, I�ll have my radio with me all day.�

Dr. Harrington nodded. �Thank you for your time. I�m sure
we�ll be speaking again later today.�

�I�look forward to it,� the officer said hesitantly. �Until then, doctor.�

Dr. Harrington nodded and turned on a heel to head back to
her wing of the hospital. Her patients needed her.

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�I don�t need you right now. Why won�t you just leave me
alone? Just�go back to sleep or whatever it is you do when you�re not around,�
Sands grumbled under his breath.

�You need me. Always have. No want. Only need. Need, need, need. Need to blame. Need to talk. Need to save.
Need,� Jeffrey said with a solemn nod.

�Why?� Sands asked with a deep frown. He didn�t like the
notion of needing anyone, especially not a psychopathic voice in his head.

�Balance. You have to keep the
balance. One on each side. More will tip the scale.
Have to get rid of the others.�

�Others? Scale?
What the fuck are you talking about?�

Jeffrey clicked his tongue at that. �You should know. Your
head, not mine.�

Sands didn�t want to think about the possibility of there
being more people inside his head than just Jeffrey, so he didn�t. It was much
better for his so-called mental health that way.

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cla class=MsoNormal>
The three federal agents made their way into the coroner�s
office with the somberness of a funeral procession, for that was what this
little trip boiled down to; funerals and death.

Dr. Norris moved out from behind a desk and walked over to
them. �Officers Rivers and Brisbane. Good to see you again despite the circumstances.� He
turned to Susannah. �Hello, I don�t believe we�ve met. I am Dr. Theodore
Norris. I was the one who did the autopsy on Ms. St. Martin there. I�d offer to
shake your hand, but�� He held up a hand that was covered in a blood-stained
glove.

�I am Agent Susannah Cartwright. I work with Officers
Rivers and Brisbane.
I was also acquainted with Ms. St. Martin,� Susannah said softly.

�Then, I am very sorry for your loss. The same to both of
you,� he nodded towards Roland and Emily. �I�ll assume you�ll want me to hurry
this along so you can get out of here, correct? I know I�d want to if I were in
your position.�

�Thank you,� Susannah said with a small nod.

�Think nothing of it. Most people think that ME�s and
coroner�s can be a bit cavalier about death, and while this is true, we still
care.� He moved back behind his desk, dutifully not drawing attention to the
sheet covered body in the middle of the room which Susannah appreciated. �The
cause of death was not the extreme facial lacerations but exsanguination.�

�She bled to death?� Emily asked, trying to sound casual but
with a clear tremor in her voice as she spoke.

�That is correct,� Dr. Norris said with a nod.

�Tell me doctor, that she wasn�t still alive when all of
this happened to her.� Please tell me
that. Roland asked him.

Dr. Norris hesitated and cast a glance down to his notes.
�About half of the wounds we found were indeed post-mortem, yes. Many of the
stab wounds for instance were post-mortem, but not all.�

�He kept stabbing her even after she was already dead. Jesus
fucking Christ,� Emily murmured under her breath.

�What about�her eyes?� Roland asked
again. Dear god let her have been dead
for that.
Dr. Norris hesitated just long enough for a sick feeling to
develop in the pit of Roland�s stomach. �The facial lacerations occurred pre-mortem.�

�That�s�that�s not possible. Surely someone would have heard
her screaming if that was what happened,� Susannah insisted in a quavering
voice.

�Were any drugs found in her system?� Emily asked.

Dr. Norris shook his head. �The toxicology report was clean.
Although, we did find bruising around her mouth indicative of extreme pressure
applied.�

�He held a hand over her mouth as she screamed,� Roland said
distantly.

�That would be a safe guess,� Dr. Norris said softly.

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Emily and Susannah watched as Roland paced across the hotel
room, neither of them saying a word. There were no words now.

�I�m going to fucking kill him,� Roland spoke up suddenly,
apparently having some words left after all.

�No, you�re not. Don�t be fucking stupid. You�re going to
leave him alone and let the law deal with him, Roland,� Emily said firmly.
�Otherwise you�ll end up in the cell next to him for murder.�

�Let the law deal
with him? Be realistic, Emily. The law
will either lock him up for the rest of his fucking life or throw him into an
institution somewhere. DC doesn�t have a fucking death penalty. Did you know
that? I checked,� he said bitterly.

�Maryland has
one,� Emily responded with a smug look.

�We�re not in
fucking Maryland, Emily,� Roland
said with a scowl. �And even if he gets the fucking death penalty for those
people he killed there, he�ll still get away with it.�

�What the fuck are you talking about?! If he gets the death
penalty, he doesn�t get away with anything!�
Emily shouted.

�He gets away with everything he did here!� Roland shouted before turning on a heel and storming out of
the room, slamming the door behind him.

�God, I hate that stupid son of a bitch!� Emily yelled to
the room in general upon Roland�s leaving.

�No, you don�t. Now just shut up for awhile. I�m going to go
talk to him and you�re going to stay here. Do you understand?� Susannah told
her in a firm voice.

�Whatever. I don�t care. He can run off and kill Sands and
get his ass thrown in jail for all I care, the stupid bastard,� Emily said
bitterly.

�You don�t mean that and you know it. Now we are going to have dinner tonight. All
three of us, and you two are going to work all this shit out between you. No
arguments.� With that, Susannah left to find Roland. She would get things
settled between the two of them if it killed her.

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The dinner atmosphere between the three CIA agents was
strained to say the least. Emily and Roland were dutifully not talking about
anything but business with each other, and Susannah felt like she was caught in
the middle while her parents fought. Conversations were stilted and the awkward
silences grew longer and longer as time went on.

�Ok, that�s it I�ve had enough,� Susannah said suddenly,
setting her fork down on her plate with a loud rattle. �You two are acting like
children and the sexual tension between you is so think I can almost see it so
why don�t you save yourselves and me
more headaches by just running off and having a nice, long fuck. Get it out of
your systems before I lock you in a room together.�

They were both taken aback, which both irritated and amused
Susannah greatly. She had always played the quiet little mouse to Emily�s
wildcat, but now was the time to show them that even mice could bite back when
pressed.

�It�s none of your fucking business what I do or don�t do in
my private life, Agent Cartwright,� Roland said, his blue eyes going icy.
Susannah didn�t stand for it.

�Oh give me a fucking break. Everyone in the fucking CIA
probably knows about your affairs. You�re life has never been private, Roland.
And Emily, no offense, but you aren�t exactly a blushing virgin either.�

Emily shrugged, not denying what she knew to be true.

�For Christ�s� sake. You two have
been at each other�s throats for as long as I�ve known either of you, and that
tells me something. I don�t know, nor do I want
to know what happened between you two during training, but it�s obvious to
anyone with even half a brain that
you�re not over each other yet. Maybe you never will be. Maybe you�ll live
happily ever after and have a dozen fat children. Who knows? I don�t. All I
know is that I am tired of all the shit between you two, so either work it out
or kill each other because I honestly don�t care anymore.� She threw her napkin
to the table in a huff and rose from her seat.

�Where are you going, Susannah?� Emily asked in a soft
voice, not looking at Roland who was not looking at her either.

�I�m going back to the hospital to talk to Sands some more.
I don�t care what that doctor of his said about visiting hours. I figure if I
can�t do anything more for you two then I may as well try and do some more for
his victims. Like you should be,� she said evenly.

�We�ll go with you,� Roland said, sounding
uncharacteristically cowed.

Susannah hesitated before nodding. �Fine.
But the instant you start tearing at
each other�s throats again, I�m sending you both back to the hotel. Do you
understand what I�m telling to you? To the both of you?�
Emily and Roland nodded. �Then let�s get out of here.�

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They arrived on a war zone. Members of the hospital staff
were moving about like ants in a stirred anthill and no one was telling them
anything. As the trio of federal agents moved down the halls they could see
more and more that doors were being locked on the rooms.

�What in the fuck is going on here?� Roland asked, turning
his head back and forth to watch people running about as if their tails were
lit on fire.

�I don�t know, but I don�t like it. Something�s scared these
people,� Emily paused, her face losing color. �You don�t think?�

�I don�t know what to think but I�m certainly in a hurry to
get to Sands� room now,� Roland said, breaking into a run with the two female
agents close on his heels.

They were intercepted at the door of Sands�
room-conspicuously free of its armed guards-by an irate looking Dr. Harrington
who fixed them with a glare as if they were the sole cause for everything wrong
and evil in the world. �You three! This whole
situation is all your fault! If you hadn�t antagonized
him during your visit, none of this would be happening! I am going to inform
the proper authorities immediately for your gross misconduct. Anything else that
happens here tonight will be on your head. Not mine.�

�You�re going to shut the hell up and tell us exactly what happened right now,� Roland
said firmly, letting Dr. Harrington�s affronted gasp roll over his back like
water. �Tell me straight. Sands escaped, didn�t he?�

Dr. Harrington glowered for a few more minutes before
speaking in even tones. �Yes, he did. He�s somewhere in the building right
now.�

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�Where are you going? We can�t run free, you know. They hold
all the keys to all the locks. Caged. Trapped with no sky above. Can you see the stars?�

�No, Jeffrey I can�t see the fucking stars. Just shut up for
awhile and let me think. We�ve got to fucking get out of here,� Sands whispered
desperately, casting his eyes around the empty room he was in. He was about to
make a move across the hall into another room, edging his way nearer and nearer
to what he hoped was the exit, when Jeffrey interrupted suddenly and loudly in
the quiet room, causing him to jump.

�We�re leaking life and death all mixed together. Death
creates life and life creates death. All the same.
Unending,� Jeffrey said slowly.

�Fucking Christ, Jeffrey!an> an> Just shut
the fuck up!� Sands hissed at him.

�Life is important though. So is death. Which is more so? I
bring death as do you. Do our victims bring life?� Jeffrey held up his left
hand for Sands to see. His fingertips were covered in blood.

�Is that what you�re fucking going on about? Your fingers are
covered in blood. So fucking what? So are mine,� he showed Jeffrey his bloodied
hand still gripping the blood streaked scalpel he had used in his escape
tightly.

Jeffrey gave him a look that told Sands he thought he was a
complete moron and jabbed a finger at the weeping wrapped bullet wound on their
chest. After Sands� hiss of pain, Jeffrey continued. �This is my blood. It is very important. Not shed for you. Only for vampires. They appreciate it,� Jeffrey said with a
nod. �This hospital�s full of them. Lurking in corners.
Fangs sharp and gleaming. I want fangs. Stuck with cow�s teeth.�

�Aw fuck,� Sands muttered, looking down at the red spot that
was beginning to bleed through to the breezy hospital gown he had been running
around in. He hadn�t even noticed that the stitches he had gotten had broken
open and he probably wouldn�t have if Jeffrey hadn�t said something. It didn�t
hurt. He was too full of adrenalin for minor things like pain from aggravated
gunshot wounds to be a problem. �It doesn�t matter. We�ll get this taken care
of when we can. But right now we have to get out of this fucking hospital.�

�They have mechanics here, you know. For
blood. Special tools to keep it all in so it�s not lost.�

�Blood�mechanics? Oh, you mean doctors. Yeah, I suppose they
do. We could take one hostage, I guess. Have them fix us up,� Sands said with a
slight shrug. �Maybe they could even be our ticket out of here.�

�Just don�t lose him when you find him. Not a set of car keys.
Won�t fit in pockets. Too small.�

�I wonder whatever happened to the Jag,� Sands muttered with
a frown. �I liked that fucking car.�

�Did you check your pockets?�

Sands looked down to his definite lack of anything even resembling a pocket in his hospital gown and
frowned. �Dammit, we�ve got to get some clothes.�

�And a mechanic.�

�Yes, and a�mechanic,� Sands murmured before setting off
again, not letting his sore and bleeding chest bother him. He had more
important things to deal with right now.

WWW

�How did this happen? He was restrained and drugged for
fuck�s sake!� Roland yelled at the clearly flustered doctor in front of him.

�He faked a seizure and managed to threaten the nurse who
checked on him into letting him go. She�s dead now,� Dr. Harrington said
evenly. �I don�t know how he got her to do that, but it doesn�t matter now,
does it? A woman and two guards are dead because of you and my patient is at
loose in the hospital as we stand here speaking about it.�

�I don�t have time for that bullshit. If your nurse is dead
it�s only due to her own stupidity and your incompetence as a doctor. He was
supposed to be drugged, doctor! You got
those people killed. Not me.�

�How dare you
insinuate that I had anything to do with this,� Dr. Harrington said icily. �It
was you and your women who agitated
Mr. Sands into escaping in the first place. I don�t have to take this from you
and what�s more, I won�t. I�ve got more important things to do that to deal
with the likes of you.� With a sneer in Roland�s direction, she turned and
walked down the hall, her heeled shoes clacking loudly on the tile as she
walked.

Roland would have chased after her and likely strangled her
had it not been for Emily and Susannah�s restraining grips on his arms. �That arrogant, cock-sucking bitch! This is all her fucking
fault and she knows it!� Roland yelled down the hall loudly enough for Dr.
Harrington to have heard.

�Roland! We�ve got more important things to worry about!
Sands has fucking escaped!� Emily tried to reason with him. Roland immediately
calmed as much as he was able at the sound of her voice and turned his head in
her direction. �Fuck. You�re right. I�m fine, alright! You can let go of me
now.� The two female agents exchanged a brief glance, but did as he asked.
�We�ll have to coordinate this with hospital security. We won�t be able to
search the whole fucking place on our own.�

�We should split up. Cover more ground,� Susannah suggested.

�Fine. But no one travels alone,
understand? This bastard is armed and dangerous as I know you�re aware, so be
careful alright? No one else is lost.� Roland said firmly.

Emily and Susannah nodded and they all moved to find their partners
so they could get the manhunt started.

TBC

A/N: This chapter got a little�long. You can thank Neon
Daises for that. She�s a good motivator. To all of you who have reviewed thus
far, you have my never-ending thanks and gratitude. This story is for all of
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