TITLE: 'Til the Sky Turned Blue – Book I of VI
KEYWORDS: MS, hint of JS, M/OC, D/OC, VM, and friendship all around.
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: Post 'End Game'
ARCHIVE: This archived at DestinedTo and FanFicNet.
DISCLAIMER: Hank and Co. own everything Without a Trace. No copyright infringement is intended, any similarities are strictly coincidental….yada, yada, yada, I get nothing but the satisfaction of having them do what I want if only for a little while.
SPECIAL THANKS: This is my very first fic and I would like to thank both Sammy and Broni. Thank you for the reviews, the constructive criticism, and most of all, the encouragement to actually post it. You guys rock.
AUTHORS NOTE: I am asking you to take a journey with me. For some it might be a bumpy ride but I promise that you will be very happy once we arrive at the final destination.
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts.
And we are never, ever the same." - Anonymous
Jack leaned against the window to the recovery room and gave a thankful sigh that Vivian was going to be okay. He was hurt that she had verbally tossed him out of her room earlier but knew had the situation been reversed, he would have reacted the same way. Hell, he'd been shutting people out for the last eight months and his heart was only emotionally broken.
He found it oddly karmic that he and Viv both suffered ailments of the heart.
Jack turned to find Sam walking towards him. He had called her before the boys to update her on Vivian's procedure and get debriefed on the processing of Adisa Teno and Paige Hobson. "Hey yourself, you got here fast."
"Nothing but green lights all the way here," she replied with a lopsided grin. She turned to face the observation window to look at Viv. "Is she awake yet?"
"No, but the doctors said that's to be expected." He took a moment to take in the fact that they almost lost her. "I don't know what I would've done if she hadn't made it."
"This is Viv, she's a tough cookie," Sam said to him reassuringly.
"True…" Jack started.
"Excuse me, are you Jack Malone?" Jack and Sam turned around to see a heavy-set nurse with bright red hair walking towards them.
"You have an urgent phone call." She motioned for him to follow her back down the hall to the nurse's station. He and Sam exchanged concerned looks before trailing behind the nurse, her shoes squeaking on the bright white linoleum floor.
He knew that whoever it was would have had to have known that he was at the hospital because he had his cell phone turned off while in the recovery area. If they went through the trouble and urgency of tracking him down it wasn't going to be good news. He didn't like this one bit; urgent was never good.
"Just press the light and it should connect you," the nurse said as she placed the phone on the counter and slid it towards him.
He lifted the receiver and pressed the blinking button. "This is Malone."