The Problem with House Calls
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Some spoilers for season 2. Particular Mano-a-Mano but some other episodes too.
I apologize for any grammatical errors or medical errors or psychological errors in the story. Remember-business person. If it's a story about accounting errors or marketing strategies, I'm your writer.
Chapter 8: A LONG Road Trip Down Memory Lane
"What am I going to do?" asked Hank. He held his head in his hands.
His voice broke Divya's voice. She knew that for Hank's sake, she had to be the strong one.
"Hank," said Divya. "You are going to do what you have always done. We are going to determine what has caused Evan's amnesia. You are going to take your brother home and care for him and be the good, loving big brother that you are. You are going to help Evan remember the annoying person that he is."
Hank smiled, "Thanks Divya. I'm sorry that I'm not good at the comforting thing." He took a deep breath. "That was Evan's job when—" His voice trailed off.
Divya nodded, "When your mom was sick?"
Hank nodded. "Yeah, I just…I just couldn't do it. I couldn't sit there and watch her die. Evan was the one who spent most of his time with Mom." Hank smiled, "He could always make her laugh; even in the end."
Divya nodded, and patted Hank's hand.
Hank sighed, "I don't think I can go through this again, Divya. Losing Mom was bad enough. This last week, when I thought Evan was going to die…" Hank paused as fresh tears formed in his eyes. He quickly brushed them away, "I can't lose him, Divya. I just can't."
"You won't," assured Divya.
"How can you be so sure?" asked Hank.
"I know one thing about Evan Lawson," said Divya, smiling, "and that is that Evan Lawson NEVER EVER gives up." She gave Hank a little nudge. "And neither does his brother."
Hank smiled, "Thanks Divya."
Divya smiled, "Of course Hank. And don't worry, you won't be going through this alone. I'll be there to help—and so will Jill and Tucker and Lily and Tim and-"
"Okay I get it," said Hank, raising his hands up in defeat. "Thanks."
Divya nodded, "Does your dad know what happened?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"No," said Hank shortly. "And he's not going to know."
"Hank—" Divya started.
"NO!" shouted Hank. He stood up. "He left us, Divya! He walked out! He left us to take care of Mom and then when Mom died; he let us go into foster care! Do you know that after Dad left, Evan feel asleep by the front door for two weeks, waiting for him to come home? I had to tell my eight-year-old brother that our father had left and was never coming back!"
Hank rubbed his hand over his face, "That man is nothing but trouble. Whenever he's around all he does is create heartache and disappoint. That's the last thing Evan needs."
Divya sighed. Dr. Hank Lawson was stubborn as hell sometimes. She could see there was no winning with him at this point.
"You know best, Hank," said Divya.
Hank looked up to see Dr. Lloyd, the chief neurologist at Hamptons Heritage standing in front of him. Hank quickly stood up, with Divya following.
"Dr. Lloyd," said Hank. "This is Divya Katdare, my physician's assistant."
"A pleasure to meet you," said Divya, shaking hands with Dr. Lloyd.
"Likewise," said Dr. Lloyd.
"Dr. Lloyd," said Hank, concern leaking into his voice. "How's Evan?"
Dr. Lloyd nodded. He handed Hank Evan's medical file, "I've done every test I can think of and as far as I can tell, there is nothing physical wrong with Evan's brain. The MRI and CAT scans show no brain damage, swelling or bleeding in the skull. In fact, the head injury has healed quickly, given the circumstances."
"Could he be faking the amnesia?" asked Divya.
"No, I don't think so," said Dr. Lloyd. He sighed, "I think that your brother's amnesia has a psychological cause."
"What do you mean?" asked Hank.
"I'm not a psychologist so I can't be certain," said Dr. Lloyd, "but I think that your brother has suffered an emotional trauma and he's trying to repress the memories."
"Well he was held hostage," said Hank.
"And shot," added Divya.
"And almost died," said Hank, "I would call that traumatic."
Dr. Lloyd shook his head, "I'm not sure that's it. It appears episodic memory is only affected."
"Episodic memory?" repeated Divya.
"His autobiographical memory," said Hank, "it's the part of the brain that remembers your life while semantic memory remembers general knowledge."
Dr. Lloyd nodded, "I think that emotional during the ordeal, Evan could not psychological deal with it and 'snapped' if you will. He's retreated into his own mind and in a way; his brain has convinced himself that he doesn't remember anything."
Hank rubbed his face with his hand, "What do we do? How do we treat this?"
Dr. Lloyd sighed, "My best guess? Get him into see a good shrink. Other than that, just give him time to remember. Make him feel comfortable and safe. Try to jog his memory but don't push him. If you push him too hard, it may just cause him to retreat further."
Hank nodded. "When can I take him home?"
"Sometime tomorrow," said Dr. Lloyd.
"Thanks Dr. Lloyd," said Hank.
Dr. Lloyd, "Have the nurse page me if you have any questions." He walked off.
Hank turned to Divya, "I'm going to go in and talk to Evan. Would you mind call Tim?"
Divya nodded, "Of course. I'll even grab you a cup of coffee."
"Thanks," said Hank.
Hank knocked on Evan's door, even though it was wide open, "Mind if I come in?"
Evan looked up and nodded, "Sure. It's Hank, right? Or do you prefer Dr. Lawson?"
The only time Evan had called Hank "Dr. Lawson" is when he graduated medical school. Hank waved his hand, "Call me Hank." He pointed to the chair, "Mind if I sit?"
Evan shook his head. Hank walked over to the bed.
"Did Dr. Lloyd explain everything?" Hank asked.
Evan nodded, "Yeah. I was hit in the head and was in a coma for a week. Guess it meddled with my brain or something."
"Something like that," said Hank.
There was a moment of silence before Evan spoke, "Is it okay if I ask you some questions?"
"Oh course," said Hank, "You can ask me anything."
Evan nodded, "How do we know each other?"
Hank smiled, "Right. I should have mentioned that. I'm your brother."
"Really?" asked Evan.
"Really," said Hank.
"Huh," said Evan. He leaned back on his pillows. He looked over at Hank, "Now that you mention, I do see a family resemblance. Do we have any other siblings?"
"Nope," said Hank, "It's just you and me."
"Are you the older or younger brother?" asked Evan.
"I'm older," said Hank.
"Wow," said Evan, "A big brother. That's cool." He smiled, "So brother, tell me about yourself."
"Okay," said Hank, "well as you know, I'm a doctor. I went to New York University for my undergraduate and graduate degrees. I worked at New York Methodist Hospital until I was fired."
"You were fired!" asked Evan, "Why?"
"I chose to save two patents," said Hank, "One was a billion-dollar hospital trustee. The other was some kid off the street. When I was working on the kid instead of babysitting the trustee, he died. And they fired me."
"What a bunch of jerks," said Evan. "Do you want me to kick their asses?"
Hank laughed, "No thanks. Anyway, you convinced to me to get off my ass and brought out here-to the Hamptons for a fun weekend. We were at this party and I ended up saving this woman's life. Boris hired me as a concierge doctor and we started "HankMed"—our 'concierge' doctor business."
"Nice," said Evan. "What my role in the business? What do I do? Am I a doctor too?"
"Sorry," said Hank, "you're not a doctor. You're an accountant. You're the CFO of HankMed."
"Oh yeah," said Evan, "I remember you saying that earlier. I am assuming I went to school, too then?"
Hank nodded, "You went to MIT where you majored in accounting and finance. You were working at a huge accounting firm in New York when you quit joining HankMed."
"Well, I do seem like an awesome little brother," said Evan.
"Trust me," said Hank, "you are."
Evan nodded, "So I am assuming that we're close, right? And we get along pretty well?"
"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, there have been a few fights and other sibling fights," said Hank. "But overall, yeah, we get along pretty well."
Evan looked around the room. "So, where are they? Are they in the cafeteria or something?"
"Who?" asked Hank puzzled.
"Our parents," said Evan. "I assume we have parents, right?"
"Oh," said Hank, his grin vanishing.
Evan noticed the change, "What?" he asked. He could tell that by the change in Hank's expression something was wrong but he didn't know what.
Hank rubbed the back of his neck. He sighed, "Oh Ev," said Hank softly. He reached over and put his hand over Evan's. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this but our mother died years ago. She passed away when you were ten and I was fourteen."
"Oh," said Evan softly. There was a long paused, "What did she die from?"
"Cancer," said Hank.
"And what about our father?" asked Evan, "or did he die too?"
Hank sighed. He was really hoping that Evan would not notice their parents' absence until he regained his memory.
"When Mom got sick," started Hank slowly, "Dad didn't handle it very well. He gambled all the money away until it was gone. And then he just left. He left us and Mom."
Evan nodded. He tightened his hold on Hank's hand, "I'm sorry."
Hank looked up, "Why are you sorry?"
"I don't know," said Evan puzzled. "I guess I'm sorry that you had to go through that."
"We both went through it," emphasized Hank. "You were right there with me." He sighed, "I don't know where our dad is now or if he still even is alive."
Evan nodded, "Understandable. So, what happened after" Evan paused slightly but Hank noticed, "after Mom died?"
"We went into foster care," said Hank, "until I was eighteen when I granted custody of you."
"You did that?" asked Evan, his blue eyes light up with wonder and amazement.
"Of course I did," said Hank, a little taken back. "You're my brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
"Thanks," said Evan. He smiled, "Personally, I think you and I are doing okay with our dad, don't you?"
Hank nodded, "I think so."
"Do you know when I get to bust out of here?" asked Evan.
Hank couldn't help but smile. He sounded just like Evan. "Tomorrow."
"Oh good," said Evan, "I have the feeling I hate hospitals. Do I hate hospitals?"
"Pretty much," Hank said, chuckling.
"Where will I be staying?" asked Evan. "Do I have my own place?"
"Actually, you and I live in Boris' guest house," said Hank. "He's a friend," he added when he saw Evan's confused look. Evan nodded and then yawned deeply.
Hank patted Evan's uninjured shoulder, "Get some sleep, Ev."
Evan nodded. His eyes started to close, "Hank?"
"Yes Evan?" asked Hank.
"Are you going to stay?" asked Evan softly. Hank looked at him. For a moment, Evan sounded like he was five years old and was scared of the monster hiding under his bed.
"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," said Evan quickly.
Hank smiled. He squeezed Evan's hand and then settled deeper into his chair, "Relax, Ev. I'll be here. You can go to sleep."
"Ready to go home?" asked Hank walking to Evan's room.
"You bet I am," said Evan. He sat up in the bed. "Tim was just telling me about our time at MIT."
Tim McGee nodded, "Yeah, I was telling Evan about that one time we went skiing for Christmas break and he broke his leg."
Evan nodded, "Apparently according to Tim, I am very accident prone."
"You can say that again," said Divya. She followed Hank into the room. Evan looked up at her and smiled.
"Please tell me that you are my girlfriend," said Evan.
Hank and Tim laughed while Divya blushed.
"Evan, this Divya Katdare," said Hank. "She's my physician's assistant. She also works for HankMed."
"Oh," said Evan. He held out his good hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Katdare."
"Divya," corrected Divya.
"Are you single Divya?" asked Evan. Divya looked horrified.
"No, I am engaged," said Divya.
"Any chance it's to me?" asked Evan, "because you are smoking-"
"Evan!" said Hank, "I brought you a change of clothes. Why don't you change into them and then we can go?"
Evan nodded. He took the bag from Hank and walked into the bathroom.
"It's good to know that some things don't change," whispered Tim softly to Hank, "At least he's still striking out with the ladies."
Hank laughed. Divya glared at them. "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing," said Tim and Hank innocently.
"Thanks for sitting him," said Hank.
"No problem," said Tim. "Evan's one of my best friends. I'm happy to help."
"When do you head back to DC?" asked Hank.
"Tomorrow," said Tim.
Hank nodded, "If you want, you can stop by the guest house later this afternoon. I'm sure Evan will want to ask you more questions about MIT."
"Sure," said Tim. "I guess I'll see you guys later." Tim turned to walk towards the door, "Oh and Divya?" Divya looked up at him, "Don't worry about Evan. He's always been dumb around gorgeous women."
Divya blushed, "Thank you Tim."
Tim nodded, "And for the record, you are so out of his league." With that Tim walked out the door.
Divya laughed and turned back to Hank, "Any chance we can trade Tim for Evan?"
"I don't think Agent Gibbs will allow that," said Hank, "Tim's computer skills are very valuable at NCIS."
Evan walked out of the bathroom. "All right, I'm ready. Can we go home now?"
"Here we are, Ev," said Hank, holding open the door to the guest house, "Home sweet home."
Evan walked into the guest house and his jaw dropped. "Wow! This place is amazing! Are you sure we live here?"
Hank laughed, "Pretty darn. Do you like it?"
"Like it?" asked Evan, "I love it! This place is sweet!" He walked over to the couch and sat down, "I think this is the most comfortable couch I have ever sat on. Granted, I'm only comparing it to the hospital bed—" Evan's voice trailed off.
Hank nodded. He set down Evan's bag. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He walked back over to the couch and sat down next to Evan. He handed Evan one of the bottles of water.
"Thanks," said Evan.
Hank nodded, "No problem." He sighed, "Tim said he'd be by later this afternoon and Divya went to pick up some Chinese food."
"Do I like Chinese food?" asked Evan.
"You love Chinese food," said Hank, "Divya's also going to your favorite restaurant if that helps."
"It does," said Evan.
"She'll be here in about half an hour," said Hank. "So is there anything you want to do? Or talk about?"
"Well," said Evan, "I was actually thinking of-" He was cut off by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Both brothers looked up at the door surprised.
"Whose that?" asked Evan.
"I don't know," said Hank. He got up and walked over to the door. He opened it up expecting to see Boris or Tucker or Jill or maybe even Tim who decided to stop by earlier. But instead it was…
"Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"
Oh no! Another cliff hanger!
There you are! A nice long chapter to make up for not updating for such a long time.
Thank you to Tim McGee for once again dropping by. Love NCIS!
New York University does have a medical school and is New York so it might be possible that Hank went there. I couldn't remember if they said what hospital Hank worked at in the pilot but New York Methodist Hospital is a real hospital in Brooklyn, so it works.