mitochondriaaya | (no subject)

The problem with being a good cop sometimes was that good cops made enemies. A lot of them, if they tried hard enough. And their team? Well, they'd sent a lot of people to jail. Hell, Aya got bonus enemies by working with the vice guys. There was really no telling, day to day, who had gotten out or who had violent friends on the outside...

It was a perfectly normal afternoon at the precinct. Sure, there'd been the usual influx of threatening letters, and someone had broken into Danny's car the week before but really, that was nothing to worry about. They even got off at a decent hour, six o'clock and Aya was following Danny down the precinct steps.

Nope, normal day in mid-June. The only abnormal thing about it was the '93 Chevie Caprice that turned a corner gunned up to double the speed limit as they were crossing the street. Aya had never liked Chevies. It was all so damn fast, neither one one of them really had time to think...only react. Aya was throwing Danny clear, back at the concrete steps, about the time she felt the bumper crack her knee.

Couldn't think about that. Rolling was a good idea right?

Well, she lived.

The medics told her she was as she came to in the hospital. Cracked knee, hip dislocation, several cracked ribs and a glorious concussion. Well, that was fun. Danny was fit to burst with anger, that weird vein throbbing in his temple. Hell, half the words about throwing old men around and playing tag with speeding cars were going right over her little pain killer hazed head. She waited for a halt in the tirade before she interjected "...so...m'not goin to dinner tonight?"

That made Danny blink. Then the yelling started again at a higher volume. The uniform guarding the door was working real hard to pretend he didn't hear the yelling.

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From:

sliceitwithwind

Pounding feet mark Dilan's running down the hall, and he barely even flashes ID at the guard before muscling into the room, "Oh, wind, Aya."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Hey!" The uniform was grabbing at Dilan's arm with one hand and his radio with another when Danny told him to stand down. Dilan was allowed entry.

And about two others. That was it.

Danny eyed the larger biologist as Aya tried, valiantly, to appear a lot more focused than she was. Well, best get it over with. "And DILAN Would like you ALIVE TOO YOU FUCKING IDIOT GIRL!"

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sliceitwithwind

Dilan skids to a stop in time to catch her hand as though it was a bit of feather-down and presses tiny kisses to it. He doesn't yell, he doesn't say anything else, he just kisses her hand and reads the machiens hooked up to her.

From:

mitochondriaaya

The machines said her heartbeat was a little fast, but not majorly so. Her temperature was higher than normal, but not dangerously? Her skin always felt weird when she was on pain killers, but she could see him kissing her hand, so she offered him a hazy smile. "...hey. M'not goin to dinner."

"Damn straight you're not." Danny finally moderated his tone and shifted his sling uncomfortably. "You're not going anywhere.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"And I'll be right here with you." Dilan says softly, looking up at Danny and nodding, "Hey, Danny? If you want to, you can have Braig bring Ben here."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yeah, I'll call him in just a minute. It's better than having more uniforms guarding my place." because things were bad. "Don't let her do anything dumb..." like sit up and such. He had to leave the room to use the cell.

"M'not dumb" she confided in Dilan as Danny left. "Just...tired" and kinda clinging to his hand yep.

From:

sliceitwithwind

"If you're worried, he and Al can go together." Al is a whole precinct in weight, anyway. Dilan just brushes Aya's hair back gently and breathes a soft kiss, "Sometimes you are, love. Just stay down, okay?"

From:

mitochondriaaya

Yes, Danny was worried. Very worried. Braig would probably take Al with him just judging by the stress in Danny's voice as he called!

Aya's ability to glare just wasn't up to par at the moment. Besides, Dilan wouldn't lie to her...so she started to nod, froze with a grimace and instead said "Okay"...."Don' like Chevy cars."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Then we'll never get one. I love you. Rest, my darling. Rest."

From:

mitochondriaaya

She curled just enough to lay her forehead on his hand, then let herself drift back into that foggy, pain killer haze. She didn't sleep exactly, you weren't suppose to when you hit your head.

It was some time later that the Chief came in followed by Danny and the newly delivered Ben. "Hmmm, you're a biologist, Dilan." the Chief began. "How soon until Aya can leave the hospital?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"I'd need to see her charts." Dilan says quietly, "I can't tell just from looking at her."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"...and I don't know if Aya's put you on any of her forms. Damn." the Chief sighed and sat down in one of the bedside chairs. "Well...just...damn. Danny? I'm driving you and Ben out tonight. Aya'll have to stay under guard until she gets released."

Ben looked from adult to the other, eyes huge in his head before he scooted up onto the edge of Aya's bed. "What if they send ninjas?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"She has." Dilan says softly, "Hey, hey. You can take Braig - trust me, he's got something like eight months of vacation saved up. Go ask him."

Braig is still one of the most dangerous looking people around.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Then we get you her files." the Chief decided, getting up to go find the doctor.

Ben looked at Dilan, then at his dad before shrugging "I don't know, are we allowed to? He's not a cop. I think this is a cop thing..." Danny nodded "It'll be hard to justify taking a civilian with us that isn't directly threatened but..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"He's got a masters in child psychology and a teaching certificate." Dilan offers, "He can home-school Ben until it's cleared up."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"I'm only taking summer stuff now..." Ben started, a little huffy that anyone was thinking about school right now but...

"But real school starts in two weeks and I know we don't have any court dates before then. It's gotta be someone we're suppose to testify against." Danny sighed. "I'll talk to Braig. He and Al decided to wait down the hall. Only the badges let us all cram in one room."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yeah." Dilan says, dismissing them from his mind as he gets the charts, frowning and muttering to himself.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Well, as far as the charts went, Aya'd had worse logged in her medical records? There were already squiggled notes in the margins, questioning the initial severity. Concussion, yes, a bad concussion. They were waiting on the swelling to go down in her leg slightly before they decided if surgery was necessary on the knee...

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan, ever so tenderly, checks out her knee, "Another couple of hours and I can take her away." he says quietly, coming out of his chart involved funk.

From:

mitochondriaaya

The knee hurt, and even tender observations made her whimper slightly but...well, that was just the way things were right now. It did draw her out of the drug haze again though, and she smiled to hear they could leave soon.

She hated hospitals.

"I'll arrange a driver then." the Chief sighed, pulling out a disposable cell phone and passing it to Dilan. "Anything you absolutely need from your place?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Thank you." Dilan pauses, "Cat, and the red suitcase. It's in the closet next to the door." he smiles, wryly, "Ansem has a bad habit of telling me that I need to be on an airplane in two hours. So I just started keeping a weeks worth of clothing packed."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Apartment keys." The chief held out his hand for them, then nodded to Aya "And we'll get her changes from the precinct lockers. No one is going near her apartment."

Danny had been outfitted from the same. And Ben's small bag had been filled at K-mart. "I don't think I have to tell you not to say locations over the phone when talking to you coworkers, but, well, be careful. One of the detectives will be by with your things."

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan puts them in the chief's hand and says, "Braig's suitcase is the blue one. I've got as much leave as Braig does, it'll be fine."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"We appreciate it, Dilan." the Chief admitted. They were on the very short list of trusted civilians, Braig and Dilan. "I'll get you information to a safe place to go after leaving here. if you go beyond that though...take the phone."