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Part 28 � Determination All Around

Everyone celebrated �Uncle Will Woke Up� Day � Amy and Alan
when they returned, Agent Eno and his replacement.� Even Dr. Jones in her office took a cookie
with a smile.

Will had been asleep for about an hour when Don decided
they�d pushed their luck enough and Monster needed to leave.� Monster was of a different opinion.� Don went to pick him up and Monster dug all
his claws into the mattress.�

�C�mon,� Don said, trying to get his hands under Monster�s
stomach.� Monster snapped at him.

�Hey!� Don said sharply.�
�Don�t start with me!�

For some reason, that made everyone else in the room
laugh.� Don frowned and tried again.� Monster�s teeth closed on Don�s arm � not
breaking the skin but making it very clear that he would, if pushed.� Don jerked back, swearing.

�He�s never done this before,� he said to Cindi and
Amy.� �He�s really a calm, mellow cat.�

�Well,� Cindi said with a smile.� �I wouldn�t want to see someone try to pry
you from Will�s side.�

�True,� Don said wryly.�
�Still, I don�t want to push Dr. Jones too far.� I have a feeling that Monster, bath or no,
wouldn�t be on her approved visitor list.�

�He�s family, though,� Alan said.�� No denying that.�

�By our definition of �family,�� Don said.� �No one else�s.�

Alan shrugged and Don thought about how they�d been defining
their own family for quite a while now.�
Unfortunately, that made him think about Min, and how their �family� had
no legal status.� He pushed the issue
aside and focused on the problem at hand � how to get a 17-pound cat detached
from a hospital bed without alerting the entire hospital to said cat�s
presence.

Colby stepped up and looked Monster in the eye.� �Do you want me to scruff you?�

Monster merely hunched tighter to the mattress.� Don moved aside.

�Okay,� Colby said, �I warned you.�� He turned to Charlie.� �Get the bag ready.�

Charlie picked up the bag and held it open next to Colby.

�Used to have to do this with our cats when they went to the
vet,� Colby said.� Then his left hand
flashed out and grabbed Monster at the back of the neck, just below his
ears.� Colby�s right hand captured
Monster�s back legs.

�Closer,� Colby snapped and Charlie shoved the bag
forward.� With one smooth motion, Colby
lifted Monster and shoved him in the bag.�
He held onto the struggling cat while Charlie zipped the bag shut,
pulling his hands out at the last possible moment.

�Very impressive,� Don said with a smile.� �Not sure if he�s ever gonna trust you again,
�though.�

�Eh,� Colby said.�
�Get him home, let him take out his frustration on his scratching post
and some fuzzy mice, and he�ll forgive me.�

�Hope so,� Don said, just glad that Colby had been here.

The bag that Charlie was holding shook with sudden violence
and Charlie almost dropped it.

�We should go,� Colby said hastily and turned to Nena.� �C�mon, sweetie, gather up your crayons.�

�Aww,� Nena said, but didn�t grumble too much.� Don had the feeling that she was upset by
Monster�s behavior, and also Colby�s handling.

Charlie, Colby, Nena, and Monster cleared out quickly.� Cindi walked out with them and headed for her
own sleep time.� Amy sat down at the
table and dealt out a game of Gin for her, Alan and Don.

A scant few minutes later, Dr. Jones walked into Will�s
room.� That was close.� Dr. Jones
didn�t comment on the cat fur on Will�s blanket.� Instead, she quizzed Don on Will�s latest
awake period.� She nodded triumphantly at
Will�s use of spoken and written language.�

�Let me know when he wakes up again,� she told Don.� Don wondered when the doctor got her sleep
but didn�t ask.

When Will woke again several hours later, Don called in Dr.
Jones.� She and Dr. Freed shooed everyone
out of the room and ran a ton of tests.�
By the time they were allowed back in, Will was asleep again.�

Don sighed, wanting more time with an awake Will, but the
schedule said it was his break time.� He
kissed Will�s cheek and drove to his family�s house.� He opened the front door with some
trepidation, not sure what mood Monster would be in, but Monster seemed
perfectly happy to see him.� Guess Colby was right.�

Don followed what was now becoming routine � shower, change
of clothes, sleeping on the couch with Monster.�
He woke, feeling more energized than he had in days, and shared a
chicken sandwich with Monster.� He headed
back to the hospital, hoping that he�d be able to exchange more than a few
words with Will.

Cindi and Alan were there when he arrived.

Cindi held up her knitting project.� �What does this look like?�

Don eyed the mass of yarn and hazarded, �A hat?�

Cindi sighed and tossed aside the knitting.� �It�s supposed to be a sock.� I should stick with scarves.�� She brightened.� �Oh, hey, do you guys need scarves?�

�In LA?� Don laughed.

�You go skiing, don�t you?� she said, not to be diverted
from another victim.

�Sure, sure,� Don said with a smile.� �Make me a scarf.�

�What color?� she demanded.�

�Umm, red?� So that
when I get lost in an avalanche, I can wave it to signal my rescuers?�

�Got it,� Cindi said, and started digging in her knitting
bag.� �Alan?�

�Uh,� Alan said, meeting Don�s eyes. �It reminded Don of when Charlie wanted to
explain something math-like and wouldn�t leave you alone until you gave in and
listened.

�How about something with some browns and grays in it?� Alan
said.

�I�ve got just the yarn.�

Alan smiled and shook his head.�

�What,� Don chuckled. ��You thought Will�s sister would be any less
focused?�

Cindi looked up at them, then laughed.� �If I have even a fraction of Will�s
determination, I�m a force to be reckoned with.�

�No doubt,� Alan said.

There was a rustle from the bed and they all turned.� Will�s eyes were open and his right hand was
trying to reach for the glass of water near his bed.� Don hurried over and got the glass for him.� Will insisted on trying to hold the glass and
got water sloshed in his face, but some went into his mouth so he was
satisfied.� Don guessed that it was less
about being thirsty and more about exerting some control over his
environment.�

Don set the glass back on the table and offered Will a cloth
to dry his face.� Will fumbled with the
cloth but dried himself.� He let Don take
the cloth away, sighing tiredly.

��on,� he mumbled.�

Don leaned closer.�
�Yes?�

�Wuh � happen?�

Don wondered if he was talking about the glass or Monster or
� No, it was the crucial question � what am I doing here in this bed, pumped
full of pain-killers, and unable to remain awake for very long?

�You mean, what happened to you?� Don asked.

�Yuh.�

�You got shot, once in the shoulder and once in the head.�

�Huu?�

�Who shot you?�� Don
asked.

�Mm-hmm,� Will said.

�Jarvis Richland shot you in the shoulder and John Richland shot
you in the head.�

�Wwaee?�

�Why?�

�Mm-hmm.�

Don frowned.� �What�s
the last thing you remember?�

A long moment as Will struggled to make his mouth form a
word.� Don bit his tongue on the urge to
try and guess what Will wanted to say.�
That would drive Don crazy in the same situation.

�Swi-um.�

�Swimming, okay.�� It
flashed into Don�s mind that this could be swimming any time in Will�s life,
but no, Will recognized him so it couldn�t have been too long ago.� �I�ll ask you if you remember something and
you can say yes or no or nod and then we�ll nail down the last thing you
remember, okay?�

�Mm-hmm.�

Don said, �So was it you swimming?��

Will shook his head �no.�

�Me swimming?�

Nod.

�At the retreat?�

Nod.

Don breathed a sigh of relief.� Will hadn�t lost too much.� �Okay, good, so you remember the case and
CTen?�

Nod.

�Had we started investigating?�

Nod.

�Had we seen the truck with CTen go by?�

Frown and headshake.

�Okay, so that had to be Monday.� Had we hiked to where we could see the
Richland house?�

Nod.

Don leaned close to Will�s ear.� �Had you � pissed on me?�

Will�s mouth twitched into a small smile and he nodded.

�That was Sunday night, so you remember as far as Monday
afternoon, then,� Don said with a responding smile.� �So you�ve lost about a day and a half before
you got shot.�

Will�s lips bunched together in annoyance.

�Great,� Don said with a sudden flash of humor.� �I bet you don�t remember me beating you in
Trivial Pursuit.�

Will made a disbelieving sound.�

�Oh, wonderful,� Don groaned.� �The one time I ever beat you and you just
�happen� to forget it.�

Will gave a rasping chuckle and Don impulsively leaned over
and kissed him on the lips.� Will�s
response was fumbling but enthusiastic.�
Don pulled back slightly and grinned at Will.� �Looks like I�m gonna have to retrain you on
kissing.�

�Fffzzkl thurpee,� Will said with a smile.

�Physical therapy indeed,� Don said, his grin widening.� �Lots and lots.�

Will chuckled again, a sound that cheered Don�s heart.� Behind them, Cindi gave a little sister�s
groan of disgust, but it was unconvincing.

�Okay,� Don said.�
�Let me fill you in on what happened after Monday afternoon.�� Don described the missing day and a half,
filling in every detail that he could think of, no matter how minor.� He wanted to give Will that time back, at
least in his imagination.� Cindi and Alan
moved their chairs close to the bed and listened almost as intently as Will did.

Don asked Cindi and Alan to cover their ears and told Will
about the sex after Don came back from swimming and that Will still managed to
surprise him with new things.�

He nodded for Cindi and Alan that it was okay then described
the rest of the day.� He got to the point
where he and Will walked into the Richland house and he had to stop.�

With a trembling hand, Don reached for the water glass.� He took a long sip before setting the glass
back down.� Will�s eyes were fixed on
him, pleading for him to talk, tell Will what had happened, how things had gone
so wrong.� Don clenched his hand in
Will�s sheets and told him in painful detail every step they�d taken, all the
way through the moment that the bullet smashed into Will�s skull.

Don took a deep breath, then continued his narrative.� He described shooting the brothers, calling
dispatch, and waiting with Will for the ambulance.� He glossed over his own panic and
desperation, but had the feeling Will guessed it.� He said little about their time in the first
hospital, just that he�d picked up their stuff from the retreat and met Will
here at UCLA Med.� Later, he could tell
Will about the showdown between Alan and Min.�
He met Cindi�s eyes and they silently agreed that that conversation could
wait.

Will�s face pinched as he struggled to form one of the many
questions he must have.� Finally, he came
out with, ��ole?�

�The mole?�� Don asked
and when Will nodded, Don filled him in on the latest.� Not that anything had happened after Charlie
had backtraced the email.� Agents were
still staking out the caf�, but their mole seemed to have clammed up.� That, or there wasn�t any juicy info to leak.� Maybe he could get Sanchez to manufacture
some �

Don mulled that over for a while, then realized that Will
had fallen asleep.� He kissed Will�s
cheek, nodded to Cindi and Alan, then went to call Sanchez.
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