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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 21, 2016 3:04:13 GMT -5
Diana was startled when he yelled at her, but her surprised didn't last long as her own anger came up in defense, "He wasn't supposed to be dead!" she said the argument sounding weird to her own ears. Obviously Sanchez wasn't supposed to be dead. They were supposed to kill him, what the hell was going on? Diana's frustration at the situation was overwhelming, but it the pain had truly set in by then and the fatigue from their fight.
"You two can yell over what's going on later. Right now we just need to get out of here." Derek said as the voice of reason.
"Test the Jinx and see if we can apparate out of here." he ordered to no one in particular while he used a spell to verify that it was truly Sanchez dead on the floor. He gathered a sample of blood as well, but the body was real, it wasn't a glamour.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 21, 2016 3:17:43 GMT -5
Their anti-disapparation jinx had been removed. That explained why no one followed them down the corridor. There was likely no one left on the ship. But who was the masked man? Christian was uneasy.
"It's clear, let's go." He moved close to Diana and wrapped his arm gently around her waist. He couldn't trust that she had the strength to apparate without splinching herself. Christian ignored her resistance, they could fight later when they were back on land.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 21, 2016 3:23:20 GMT -5
Diana didn't fight him. She heard that it was clear and something twisted inside of her. She fainted and happened to fall in Christian's arms as he apparated with her.
Derek followed.
When they were on safe ground again he turned toward Christian, "I'm going to get this analyzed, make sure we got our guy. I'll see if I can figure anything out about our masked man too."
He realized then that Diana was slumped against Christian.
"Diana?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 21, 2016 3:38:41 GMT -5
Apparating with an unconscious Diana had difficult, he imagined it was akin to apparating with a child. "Get the door," he shouted at Burke as he hoisted Diana into his arms and carried her inside the house. He took her upstairs and placed her on the bed. "Stay with her," he ordered as he headed back downstairs.
He turned and headed into his office. Once inside he moved to his desk, pulled open the second drawer on the left, and picked up a small mirror. A single tap on the glass with his wand and then an older man with horn-rimmed glasses appeared. "I need your help," he said to the man. "At my house." The man agreed and with another tap of his wand Christian's reflection returned. He left his office, locking it again before heading back upstairs.
"Doctor's on his way," he said in a detached tone.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 21, 2016 3:45:14 GMT -5
Derek was quick to follow Christian's commands as he brought Diana inside and then disappeared. He felt for her pulse and it was steady.
"It's gonna be hell living with him now." Derek teased her to mask his own worry over her.
When Christian returned Derek had conjured some clothing for her. "Her rib's out of place again, but the Doc will do a better job than me." He put a hand through his hair.
What a mess.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 21, 2016 4:04:04 GMT -5
Only a few moments later and there was a distinct knock at the door. Christian left Diana and Derek again and went to fetch the doctor. As the climbed the stairs, Christian explained what happened. A gunshot wound. A broken rib. Possibly more internally.
The doctor nodded and moved around the bed to Diana's side. He checked her pulse, then her pupils. He turned and opened the black bag that he had brought with him. He pulled out some instruments and began working on Diana.
While the doctor worked, Christian pulled Derek aside. He was still focused on the hit that never was. "We need a list everyone who might have reason for wanting Sanchez dead. Can you do that?" It was likely a long list, but they needed to start somewhere.
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Post by Derek Burke on Oct 21, 2016 4:18:27 GMT -5
Derek didn't bother reminding Christian of his words when they had reached his house. He merely nodded.
"I'll see what I can find."
There could have been a broment between them then, some words of gratitude passed between them or compliments on skills witnessed, but neither of them were the type. Still Derek was made fully aware that in a fight, Christian was definitely someone you wanted on your side of things.
He moved toward the door to leave, but paused on the step, "It goes without saying...take care of her." Derek turned back to look at him, "She's been through hell. The physical stuff, your doc will tell you she'll be fine, but you can hurt her in ways she won't recover from."
His voice was soft, but there was an edge to it. He'd seen Christian's fear for her though the man appeared detached or angry. He knew what Christian felt for Diana was real, and he knew that what Diana felt for Christian was real, and that's when it hurt the most.
He didn't bother to stick around for a snarky comeback he was sure to follow, but left to go find answers.
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