H2 Oh No

[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamright"] A crime lab in Chicago was never slow. The work was frequently backed up and more was always being added. In a city as large as this, crime was not in short supply: gang warfare, muggings and other random acts of violence, murder… the list went on and on and on. As one of the lab's newest additions – thanks in large part to Senator Patrick Darcy, his father – Liam still found himself saddled with some of the more monotonous jobs the more experienced investigators preferred not to handle. There was still plenty of blood to be analyzed, while his other half focused on ballistics. In the end, it was his work and he enjoyed it. Just so long as his father stopped sticking his nose into it too. Best of all, Liam got to do it with Mia, his best friend… well, not just his best friend, but he couldn't advertise more than that here. Interoffice relationships were frowned upon – even one that went back as far as theirs did. The two of them had known each other basically their whole lives. They did most everything together, so why not work together too? Rolling a cart of supplies towards his little alcove, Liam stopped at Mia's workstation, where the familiar bubbling of a chemical reaction had begun. The slow-acting process… oh, no, no, no. His eyes got bigger. The names on the beakers spread out across the countertop couldn't be correct. Someone must have gotten the labels wrong. "Umm… Mia, I don't think it should be doing that." Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

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[attr="class","Mianert"]Mia was trying to get a chemical reaction, and it was the bubbling kind. The minute things started bubbling incorrectly though she was panicking as she backed away. This was not supposed to happen. It was bubbling all kinds of wrong. Where was her whipped cream like consistency? She was meant to put Sodium in the acid so she could clean up her mess so she could get on with her work. How could she mess up something so simple? Oh god, Liam. She heard his voice. She turned her back on the inevitable explosion and pushed Liam to the floor after shutting the door to the lab.

She was heavily breathing and the look on her face showed that she had no idea what the chemicals were. Though the heat in the air above their heads told her that it couldn’t anything good. “That wasn’t Sodium.” She heard the smaller explosions of glass. Undoubtedly, she’d just caused a bigger problem. Mia had just come back to work after having the flu. Though the panicked look on her face said everything. She had no idea that something had been swapped in the lab.

Mia buried her head in his chest and closed her eyes trying to take a few breaths to calm down. What in the honest hell was going on? No, Liam didn’t need to get mixed up in whatever kind of hell was going on with that thing. She couldn’t even think to figure out how to stop things because she didn’t know what she’d done to get there. Why did her first day back at work have to be hell? Correction the devil boiling out of hell.

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamright"] Liam blinked, looking up at Mia from his position on the floor; her small frame draped over him. This normally happened with less clothes. And with less smoke... or whatever he was breathing in right now. Also, less debris littering the room. Oh, uh, right. Wrong chemicals. Explosion in the lab. He must have hit his head harder than he thought on the way down. "Mia," Liam groaned, wanting to make sure she was okay, but his entire body protested the slightest movement he made underneath her. Apparently the floor hurt when you were slammed into it. One reason he'd never tried wrestling. Or football. Or any other kind of sport. So, yes, he was already painfully aware that wasn't sodium. How could any sane human being enjoy willingly getting plastered to the ground? Hopefully his impact had cushioned hers. "Ow." If there were more beakers breaking further down the table then more hazardous combinations could be in the works. Liam needed to remain clearheaded -- to direct Mia to help resolved a potentially lethal situation. "Switch. Wall. Need to get there." Labs had safe-guards like these built-in for a reason. Dangerous gas created by the superheated explosion could be vented out of the room. Because breathing in the wrong mixture could be bad... very bad. Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[attr="class","Mianert"]Mia was flustered. Something wasn’t right. Mia had cushioned her blow sure but she was already coughing as she tried to breathe. Oh right. Switch and the wall. She pushed herself off of Liam and went to where the switch was to seal the lab. She felt catatonic as she slipped down the wall outside the lab once she’d sealed them out. Everything seemed like a blur as she came back towards Liam. “Are you alright?” She replied as she looked him over to see if there were any bumps to the head or anything.

Taking his chin she moved so she could see everywhere. She heard more stuff combusting in the lab. Someone had just tried to kill them? This didn’t appear to be an accident. Mia and Liam were really careful when it came to labeling things almost meticulous. Whatever solution that had been looked exactly like sodium, it even had the same consistency as the powder. If the CPD didn’t fire her at the end of the day she knew she was going to be under investigation and the news would be all over it.

Her breathing got better now that the air was cleaner with the lab sealed off. "So who is going to be the most pissed? My brother when the CPD asks for a budget for a new lab or the chief when I tell her what happened?" If Julian found out… Mia stared blankly at Liam. She felt sick to her stomach and not because of the crazy concotion she’d just been dealing with but none of the outcomes to the situation were going to be any fun. This was all assuming she had a job to come back to after the investigation concluded. She could feel her face paling at the thought. Not only that, she’d probably just taken Liam’s career with hers.

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamright"] "I'm fine." Despite his half-hearted protest, Liam found himself wincing. His hand gingerly tested his ribs – not broken, but battered and bruised – from where he'd landed hard on the floor. Okay, so maybe not fine, but he wasn't about to keel over and die either. Although Liam thought he might pass out from the sight of his own blood: the tiny shards of glass embedded in his arm making him queasy. Nope – not a huge fan of pain at all. "Don't worry about me. What about you?" Even as Liam brushed aside Mia's concern, he'd begun looking her over for any sign of injury. There were some small cuts and scrapes dotting her otherwise flawless skin, but otherwise Mia seemed fine – at least externally. He tilted her chin up with the gentle touch of someone in love, carefully studying her eyes for any indication of serious pain and probably gave away his own instead. Liam tried sucking in more clean air; the effort slow and labored. Damnit. Liam wanted to curse. Things hurt more than they should. "Someone out to get you..." Liam pondered that very thought through gritted teeth. Both he and Mia were careful; they didn't just accidently get chemicals mixed up. This had all of the makings of a CSI being targeted with calculated purpose. Could they be getting too close to the truth on a case they had been assigned? The idea made his blood turn cold. Once the Chief of Police and Mia's brother found out about this... "The more appropriate question might be which one puts you on permanent lockdown first." Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

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[attr="class","Mianert"]Mia’s back hurt from where most of the glass had come flying at her back and she was having a hard time breathing. Though it didn’t take much to see that Liam was cut all over his arms. “I’m going to the hospital and you are coming with me.” Mia stated pointedly. Mia lifted her chin at Liam’s touch. Her eyes would show just how much internal pain she was in and how much she was hiding on her back. “My back and it’s hard to breathe.” She admitted to him though she could see he was just as bad off as she was. “And you’re in pain.” She added quietly.

“The answer would be me, both of you are on permanent lockdown.” The voice made Mia turn in that direction. “Murphy, Voight. These two don’t leave your sight until we get to the bottom of this.”

Mia looked at Liam and groaned. “Just what we need, babysitters from intelligence.” Suddenly now there were paramedics involved in getting the two of them cleaned up and Mia had no idea how long it had been since the explosion but there was a lot of police activity. Way too much for her liking. Then she heard one of the intelligence officers start talking. Just what she needed, more input from the peanut gallery.

“We will get to the bottom of this Chief.” Sharon pointed out as she looked towards Braden. This was one hell of a mess. She offered her hand to Mia. “Come on let’s get you out of here.”

“No… Liam… he needs…” Mia started coughing again as Sharon helped her up.

“Let’s focus on you right now. How did we get here Mia. What happened?”

“No… Liam…” Mia didn’t want to be separated and she was pitching a right fit being moved away and out of Liam’s line of sight. She needed to know how he was. Mia got up and headed back towards the disaster area. Mia was right back where she started, refusing to leave Liam's side.

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamright"] Liam could see Mia's eyes – the pain reflected back at him – as a number of emergency personnel began to respond to the explosion which had torn through the lab. Neither seemed willing to say it, but their injuries were more severe than either wanted to admit; trying to tough theirs out because both were more concerned about the other. Liam purposefully waved off the first paramedic over, indicating the woman should tend to Mia first. "So are you," Liam pointed out, wincing from the sudden movement. Okay, so that had been a mistake, and he let the next paramedic start to treat him without issue. This still wasn't what Liam wanted. Couldn't they clear out some of the recent arrivals? There were too many people, and they had gotten between him and Mia. Sure, he could understand the need for paramedics to tend to their injuries, but large crowds tended to start making him fidgety. The intelligence detectives didn't have to hover over them, did they? "Mia. She's my partner. My work partner," Liam chattered nervously. Sometimes he didn't know when to stop talking, but concern for Mia overrode better judgment. "Because we work together." "Mia's going to be okay," Braden assured Liam. He'd been standing there long enough to observe what was going on. The paramedics were already tending to her wounds and, as far as the professionals were concerned, none of her injuries appeared to be life-threatening. Mia was being stubborn, resisting Sharon, as she retreated to stand by Liam's side. As best Braden could figure, they could be best friends, but that still didn't account for the concerned, affectionate looks Liam kept sending Mia's way. If those two weren't secretly skirting the CPD's fraternization regulations then... well, Braden would be very surprised. Sharon just needed to be a little more understanding. Liam and Mia would be more inclined to talk – and, overall, be more cooperative – if Sharon threw them that bone. So, Braden might as well go to bat for the two young CSIs; earn some goodwill in the process. "Let them stay together, Sharon. They just had a lab blow up in their faces. You'd want a friend close by, if you were in their shoes." Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

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[attr="class","Mianert"]Mia normally would have argued that Liam was better off being treated first but the paramedics were not really that far apart and it was a waste of time to argue something she knew she was going to lose. Then she had Sharon trying to herd her somewhere else. That went over like a lead balloon. Did this woman not understand? Liam was her immediate concern. Though before it was all over she was being told she needed to go to the hospital.

Sharon was a lot newer to the PD than Braden. Hell, she’d only gotten this job because the federal marshals had made it so. “And this isn’t a safe area to be in. For either of them.” Sharon managed. “I’m not against them staying together; but this isn’t the safest place for a family reunion.” Their safety was her first concern. Everyone’s was. But getting someone to talk to distract them from moving from one spot to the other side. Though Mia could hear the conversation she was more worried about Liam at this point.

Mia saw Sharon coming back towards them. “What could you possibly want now?” Mia retorted in Sharon’s direction.

Though Sharon replied quietly. “Let’s get Liam and you to med and we can talk there?” She offered though Mia could tell that this intelligence agent was nervous.

Something Mia did well was read people. “After Li…” She coughed hard. “...am” she breathed into the oxygen that the paramedic was giving her. She was feeling more and more dizzy and weak as time passed and stuff was starting to hurt more.

“Let’s move.” Mia could hear all the voice around her and right now all she could process was Liam’s look of pain that she’d seen before they separated.

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamleft"] [attr="class","Liamleft2"]

[attr="class","Liamright"] Between the two best friends, Mia tended to be the more decisive, and so Liam would follow her lead, provided it didn't result in them being split up but, in that, they shared a common want. Even growing up as young children, they rarely spent much time apart. Liam warily watched the female detective – Sharon, if he'd overheard her name correctly – who, from his estimation, was all about splitting them up. Liam questioned how much she really understood about her charge's feelings. At least the male detective seemed to be on their side, but Liam still hadn't pieced together which one of them was actually calling the shots. Braden would have preferred the paramedics clear both Liam and Mia before moving them to another location. Just because most of the injuries looked to be external didn't mean there were more significant injuries the detectives couldn't see. Despite keeping his voice low, so the other first responders around them wouldn't overhear, he still didn't want to say too much. Instead, Braden subtly clued his partner into what they might be dealing with. "We really need to work on your people skills, Sharon. If I'm right about those two, they're going to keep fighting you tooth and nail." As Sharon and her partner approached them once again, Liam glared openly at the detectives. For someone of his size, the action wouldn't be very intimidating at all. It was his way of saying that he stood with Mia. If she got up and moved, so would he. If she remained here, then that's where he intended to stay. There was one way to find out for sure her real intentions. The Vukovics were a Serbian family and, because Liam spent his childhood alongside Mia and the rest of her family, he learned to speak their native tongue with an Americanized accent. He would be very surprised if anyone else in the department spoke the language, let alone as fluently as they did. This would be worth it even just to see the confused faces around them. "Миа, да идемо са њима? Не идем нигде без тебе."1 Mia Vukovic 1 Mia, should we go with them? I'm not going anywhere without you. [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

[attr="class","Mianer"]

[attr="class","Mianer1"]

[attr="class","Miaback"]

[attr="class","Mianert"]Why did Mia always have to be the one to make the final decisions on things? She was the sister of the sitting mayor. Everyone needed to know she could make sound decisions but that didn’t mean she liked to make them. Everything she did reflected on her brother. Mia didn’t take a seat when the group was once again a four. She just listened to what Liam had to say. Right, he wasn’t feeling comfortable in this situation at all. His reversion to Serbian said just as much. “Ово место није сигурно, обоје знамо то. Није ми угодно причати са детективом, али има смисла”¹ Mia stretched out her hand but was wobbling like she was drunk and her words were all slurred together.

Mia’s body giving out she fell towards the ground. Sharon was about to reply to Braden when she saw Mia falling towards Liam’s direction. “There is no other option. Get her in an ambulance now.” Sharon made her decision. There wasn’t time. Sharon pointed at Liam. “You ride with her.” Maybe he’d be smart and let the hospital check on him too. She was going to leave that battle to Braden to fight. No one listened to her and look what happened.

“Lindsay and Halstead can take care of this mess.” She pointed at the lab. “We can figure the rest out at the hospital.” Sharon didn’t want a homicide case sitting on her desk because the lab mice wouldn’t listen. It was frustrating and even her partner seemed like he was against her decision making. Why had she come to work today? Clearly no one wanted her help, they wanted to do things as they pleased.

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

1 - This place isn't safe, we both know that. I'm not comfortable talking to this detective but she has a point

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[attr="class","Mianerlyric"]Сигурно није тако једноставно или поједностављено
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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamleft"] [attr="class","Liamleft2"]

[attr="class","Liamright"] Nodding slowly, Liam consented to the detective's wishes. If Mia intended to head to the hospital and get checked out, then so would he. To someone that knew Liam, the decision wouldn't come as a surprise, since he generally followed Mia's lead. Before they could make good on their understanding, Liam saw Mia start to go down like a rock, her limp form falling his way. He grimaced in pain as she hit his arms. His eyes got big, Liam's frantic expression telling the entire story. In this moment, he looked to the detectives for help. He and Mia were both in pain, but their injuries weren't supposed to be life-threatening. They'd just been talking to each other! This couldn't be happening. "Mia, причај са мном. Мia?"1 Cursing in Serbian, Liam didn't let go of Mia – a move that, in hindsight, could betray the relationship they'd done their best to keep hidden from the department. He would have to explain this to Julian and… who would look forward to having that conversation with the mayor? There would be questions – questions Liam wouldn't be prepared to answer. He would rather have a conversation with his dad – the US Senator that he might never get along with. Braden was already taking action – as former military turned local law enforcement, those instincts kicked in naturally. Considering Liam would keep fighting them, if they even thought about separating him from Mia, Braden didn't even have it on the table as an option. His instructions were non-negotiable; the paramedics would be used to situations like these. They could work around having a detective tag along. "They're both in protective custody, Sharon. I want you in the ambulance with them. I'll follow behind you." 1 Mia, talk to me. Mia? Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

[attr="class","Mianer"]

[attr="class","Mianer1"]

[attr="class","Miaback"]

[attr="class","Mianert"]Sharon did as she was told. The ambulance ride with a panicking CSI. Oh she had so many better things to do with her day. Mia remained unconscious but stable for the ride to the hospital. The doctors ran every test imaginable as Sharon sat outside the room, trying to give Liam and Mia space. The whole day running through her head as she tried to get more information on the case from the detectives still at the scene.

It was some hours later when Mia stirred and woke up. Her vision blurry and the first thing she could see was the ceiling of the hospital. The sterile smell of the room had her voice confused and at a low whine. “Liam!” Where was he? She remembered seeing him before she'd gone to sleep. “Liam!” This time her voice became a little more panicked as she remembered that he was hurt. Mia tried to sit up but was feeling still a little woozy.

Her tests had all come back normal. The gases had just made it difficult to breathe until she'd deprived herself of oxygen while she had panicked. She was connected to oxygen to clear her lungs of everything. Mia was still trying to put the pieces together. She remembered the lab exploding and Liam's voice. Looking out the door she saw the CPD and groaned. Great, she was under a detail of sorts. What was going on around here?

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamright"] When you were worried about your best friend – the woman you'd effectively dated since college – everything passed by in a blur. Liam didn't remember being taken to the hospital… only that he'd gotten there. Permanently affixed to Mia's bedside since then, that's where he found himself now, anxiously waiting for her to wake up, his usual nervousness magnified tenfold. Mia finally did so in a panic. Liam reached forward, taking her hand in his, a gesture she would, hopefully, find familiar and comforting, since the two of them were practically inseparable. In fact, Liam couldn't really remember a time when they weren't attached at the hip. "It's going to be okay, Mia. I'm right here. They let me wait here." The alien environment was, no doubt, a shock to the system, and Liam did his best to keep reassuring Mia. He flashed her one of his small, shy smiles – the kind that teased her. "You didn't think that I would leave you, did you? Although, as you can see, we picked up some company." Mia Vukovic [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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[Mia Vukovic]

[attr="class","Mianer"]

[attr="class","Mianer1"]

[attr="class","Miaback"]

[attr="class","Mianert"]Mia tried to pull her hand back but once she realized that it was a familiar touch, she let her hand cling to the side of his. One thing Mia had more of was confidence but someone had just blown up the lab. "Liam." her voice was full of resolve. Then it hit her, her brother and parents probably knew she was here which was liable to cause a stick into things.

"You've never left me." Mia assured Liam. Right now her tease meter hadn't exactly gotten off to a head start since waking up. Though this was the first time she was conscious enough to comprehend much of anything. Pulling her hand back she reached both arms for him. Mia wanted a hug. Though she turned her head to see Sharon and Braden still nearby. Great, just who she wanted... more being babysat. Switching to Serbian, Mia felt much more comfortable talking where the detectives didn't overhear what she was saying.

"Ne trebaju mi babice. Nisam spreman za pitanja."¹ Mia looked towards Liam as she lifted her head up. Mia was trying to be strong but every look on her face betrayed her. Though the next words out of her mouth weren't about her. "Povređen si, Liam. Pričaj sa mnom."²

∵ Liam Darcy ∵

¹ I don't need babysitters. I'm not ready for questions.
² You are hurt, Liam. Talk to me.

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[Liam Darcy]

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[attr="class","Liamleft"] [attr="class","Liamleft2"]

[attr="class","Liamright"] Mia's doctor – a middle-aged woman of average height – insisted there was nothing to be concerned about, but Liam wouldn't be satisfied until he saw concrete proof. The robotic bedside manner of someone too accustomed to giving out bad news didn't qualify. An irritated Liam could still repeat her words verbatim. Mrs. Vukovic breathed in the dust and debris stirred up by the explosion, as well as the gaseous mixture from the lab chemicals. Once she started panicking, she couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs. She'll be fine with a little more rest. Fine or not, there had still been parties to notify – a list that included Mia's brother, Julian, Chicago's mayor. A phone call that, thankfully, Liam didn't have to make. Because, left to his own devices, Liam didn't know how he'd approach that conversation. However, the chances were good that Julian would be stopping here soon: the two siblings had always been close. Family came first. The detectives could wait. "I'm not the one who collapsed in the lab, Mia. I'll be fine. In fact, I've already been cleared. Just a lot of bumps and bruises." Liam tried to reassure her with a small hug as he wrapped his arms around her. Judging by the look on her face, the last thing she needed to be doing was worrying about him. The multitude of cleaned and bandaged wounds told that Liam wasn't just brushing off Mia's concern. Mia Vukovic, [attr="class","Liamright2"]

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