Deja Foxtrot Vu

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]It had been on the news almost all day. Vanessa could hardly focus. That’s when her phone rang. Of course her phone would ring. Someone would see this mess and decide she needed a phone call. She debated letting it go to voicemail. One thing Vanessa hated the most was the phone. Though given the number was a CPD number she answered it. “Wait What?” She responded after the office on the other line started talking. How was Aria mixed up in this? Slamming the phone down she didn’t wait for any other response as she high tailed it out of her office.

Martin and Anderson were close behind her. “Miss Whitmore.” Martin started in on her and soon the two men were giving chase to their principal. Just another day in the life of WhitTech security. Vanessa was always on the move. “Just where do you think you are going? If Dr. Cross catches you anywhere near that precinct it’s my head he is going to have.” That could be a partially true statement depending on who was going to have to account for her whereabouts but he was pretty certain that her fiance would not approve of where she was headed.

“If it was JJ you’d go.” While she wasn’t officially Aria’s parent or guardian, Vanessa looked after her like her own. Evan would understand as soon as the name was mentioned. He could just deal with it. Vanessa slammed the door to her Aston Martin and took off with both Anderson and Martin in the tailing car. Oh yes, because she wasn’t going to listen to either of them all the way to the precinct. She debated texting Evan but she knew that Martin would probably already be one step ahead of her.

∵ Aria Campbell Evan Cross ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan had seen it all over the news. An attack of this magnitude on a police precinct would be broadcast on every channel. Across the country, thousands of other people would be watching too. There weren't very many details at the moment, but some kind of improvised explosive had laid waste to the precinct. There were dead and injured, but numbers were still preliminary. Each news station promised more information as it became available. His cellphone started ringing and Evan glanced down, seeing Martin's name appear on the caller ID. Evan didn't even manage to get a 'hey' out before Martin started talking, which was never a good sign. That meant business. "Vanessa has taken it upon herself to head to the precinct that's on the news." Evan gripped his phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. Vanessa could be a handful sometimes. Whatever would inspire her to go there? "Is she insane? The place just got bombed. Stop her!" "Unless I crash into her car... that's not about to happen right this second." "That's not helpful. Keep her from doing something stupid, Martin." "Her last phone call came from a paramedic." This was making less sense than it had before. For Vanessa to go rushing out, racing into the middle of ground zero, someone important to her must have been involved. But who? Jeremiah or...? Evan needed to know whatever Martin knew. "A paramedic? This could be a good time for more details." "She left in a hurry, that's all I know right now. I'm tailing her." Evan grabbed his keys, already out the door. Great. So Martin didn't actually have any more information than he did. At least there were benefits to owning a Lamborghini – in this case, the need for speed. Ordinarily, Evan was a very safe driver, but when it came to Vanessa, he could make an exception. "Christ, she is going to do something stupid. I'm on my way." "The feds have the place locked down. She's not getting past them." "We are talking about the same Vanessa, right? When has that ever stopped her?" "She has no leverage with the feds. We both know that." Evan jumped into the driver's seat and threw the sports car into drive. Vanessa and Martin may have had a head start on him, coming from the opposite end of the city, but he could make some of that time up. "That won't stop her. Keep both eyes on her, Martin." Ending the call, Evan tossed the phone into the passenger seat and put both hands on the wheel, as he started weaving through traffic. He was going to need to have a few words with his fiancée for pulling a crazy stunt like this. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross , Aria Campbell ((Martin snippets taken from IM with permission from Shelli)) [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Aria Campbell]

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This day was definitely at the top of Aria’s list of ‘worst days ever’, not that she could remember a lot of those days right now. Her memory still wasn’t working properly, but even if she could remember everything Aria was positive this day would still take the number one spot.

She was relieved to be out of the building as for a brief moment Aria had wondered if she would ever get out. Bringing herself out of her thoughts, Aria looked over at the paramedic who had just gotten off the phone with someone. Aria assumed it was probably one of her parents, and that they would probably be here soon.

Aria couldn’t remember much of anything when it came to her parents, but she definitely knew she had a mom and dad, and if they had been informed of this incident then chances were they were going to be speeding here. Aria just hoped they would be allowed near here. From what she could see and hear, the feds had the place locked-down pretty tight, not to mention how bad traffic was going to be.

They’ll make it. When it comes to their kids, parents are always able to do crazy things for them. Aria thought, trying to quell the fear of them not making it. She still worried about the feds stopping them, but then again it would be foolish for someone to get in between a parent and their offspring. There was that saying of don’t mess with a mama bear and her cubs. In this case, Aria assumed that saying would apply. It would be foolish for anyone to try to keep Aria’s parents’ from here. There was nothing to worry about on that front.

That was when Aria spotted a car that looked familiar, an Aston Martin. Aria couldn’t recall why it looked familiar, but she kept her eyes on it as a woman stepped out. The woman’s name slipped Aria’s mind, but that was no surprise given her memory problem right now. However, the sixteen year old knew her from somewhere, and there was only one reason why Aria would recognize her.

“Mom!” Aria shouted at Vanessa, hoping to get her attention. Looks like the traffic hadn’t been too much of a problem given she had been able to get here.

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross, Evan Cross

[attr="class","Ariabox2"]all this time i was finding myself, and i didn't know i was lost

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa got out of her car and had almost made it to the edge of the crime scene tape when she was stopped by Martin and the FBI agent who was on scene helping holding the perimeter. “Miss Whitmore! Enough.” Martin’s voice was sharp and finite as he wrapped his arms around his waist and held her from running into the mess that was the leftover remains of the precinct.

“Let me g…” She didn’t even have the words out of her mouth when she heard a familiar voice laced with a concerned tone.

“Vanessa Renee Whitmore, what do you think you're doing?”

Vanessa continued trying to pull away from Martin. She decided to respond. “getting to where I need to go! Martin let go!” The WhitTech CEO thrashed back and forth in Martin’s arms trying to get herself free.

“Vanessa Renee Whitmore, what do you think you're doing? Vanessa?” Didn’t she just answer that? In fact, she was pretty sure she just had. That was one thing that really got under her skin was someone repeating themselves. Her hearing was terrible but he’d been loud enough.

“I need to get to that ambulance.” Maybe that would get her point across? Well she seriously doubted it, this was Evan she was being questioned by. Sighing, she continued to work on getting free from Martin.

“Talk to me. What's wrong?” Talk? Really? It wasn’t exactly the the time to talk about things. Neither Martin nor Evan were helping. There were days that she really hated men. Today was one of them. Her fiance was really irritating right now.

“Aria’s over there, Martin let me go!” Vanessa wasn’t going to go into more details, mainly because she didn’t have them and Martin wasn’t exactly letting go.

“Vanessa... you can't just enter a crime scene. Let me make a call. I'm not letting you get arrested.”

“I’m not gonna get arrested,” That was the moment she had been able to free herself from Martin but that was short lived as Evan soon got a hold of the back of her shirt and held her back. Men were really annoying.

Even with a cellphone in his hand he’d managed to grab hold of her. She was getting old and slow perhaps? “You can hate me for this later.”

“Evan let go!” Vanessa had a piercing glare but couldn’t make out the phone conversation that Evan was having.

“When I've gotten us permission.”

“Evan dammit let go!”

Evan was covering the mouthpiece but sadly it wasn’t where she could make a break for it. “My dad has connections. I'll get us in... legally. Just give me a couple minutes.” Back to his phone conversation ugh. Connections didn’t matter to her right now.

Still trying to wiggle free now of her fiance, she decided to get fresh. “I don’t have minutes.” Somewhere in there Evan was giving phones to FBI agents and flashing a grin her way. This wasn’t something she hadn’t done before with the CPD but Evan using his father’s leverage was not how Vanessa wanted this to go. The minute she had a chance Vanessa bolted towards the ambulance.

The familiar voice of her desk clerk was heard but Aria had just called her mom? Vanessa wasn’t her mother, but she was one of her emergency contacts. Just how injured was Aria? Vanessa had to wonder. Though she wasn’t going to upset Aria or try to sit there and confuse her but she noted that Aria wasn’t herself. Vanessa started talking with the paramedics explaining why she was going to ride with her in the ambulance and Vanessa had enough sway to be let in on what was going on. “It’s going to be alright Aria.” Vanessa hated ambulances, and everything that came along with it. Her own explosion followed by Evan’s abduction and now this.

∵ Evan Cross,Aria Campbell, ∵

Evan conversation reposted with permission from Rob

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Vanessa wasted no time in dashing past the FBI agent once Evan got them clearance to enter the crime scene. Biting back a loud curse, he found himself sprinting to catch up. For someone who wasn't in very good shape to begin with, Evan was already panting by the time he made it to the ambulance. The ambulance. Evan froze, a rush of memories flooding back into focus. He'd tried his best not to think about the kidnapping – the torture – again, but life had a funny way of saying screw you. His last run-in with a paramedic had been his abduction at the hands of a lunatic with a grudge against his father. An encounter Evan survived, if only just barely. If it hadn't been for the CPD's timely intervention – there was nothing quite like a well-placed bullet between the eyes of a dangerous criminal – he wouldn't have. Of course, the news that day hadn't been all bad. That was also the day he'd learned Vanessa was pregnant with Aleks. Mom? Evan tilted his head, giving the young teen a curious look, as he tried to make sense of one small word. He and Vanessa were new parents with two little ones of their own in the picture, but had Aria hit her head? Such an injury shouldn't be taken lightly and he considered pulling one of the paramedics aside to discuss the possibility. Evan placed his hand on the small of Vanessa's back. The poor kid was probably scared out of her mind as it was. From what Vanessa told him, Aria didn't really have anyone to look after her. A role Vanessa seemed to be taking on more and more. Aria worked front desk for her, if he recalled correctly. Aria would feel more comfortable around the person she should know better. So Evan took a moment to snag one of the two paramedics, pulling him aside and speaking in hushed tones. They might already be aware of the situation, but Evan would feel better knowing the professionals had access to all the information about their patient. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross , Aria Campbell [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Aria Campbell]

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Aria kept her gaze on Vanessa, watching as the woman fought with Martin and Evan. She couldn’t tell what was going on, but she suspected it had to do with Vanessa trying to get over to her. The sixteen year old felt her heart beat rapidly in fear as she tried to comprehend why the two wouldn’t let Vanessa come over to her. It wasn’t like Vanessa was a threat to anyone.

Aria started to relax a little as soon as Vanessa and Evan made their way over to the ambulance that she was at, though she noticed that both seemed to be a little confused when she referred to Vanessa as ‘mom’. She hadn’t missed the curious look Evan gave her, and Aria offered him a small smile in an attempt to try and reassure him.

“Mom...Dad” Aria said once more, hoping to get Vanessa’s or Evan’s attention. She knew that they were talking to the paramedics, and that it was probably important. However, the sixteen year old couldn’t bring herself to care. In that moment she just wanted the two people that she assumed were her parents.

“It’s going to be alright Aria”

The sixteen year old looked up at Vanessa before speaking. “There was an explosion” she explained, though Aria wasn’t sure why she said that. It was obvious there had been an explosion. “I was inside the building. It was me, and Rachel. She’s an officer. And a paramedic, Steven, found us”

Aria was rambling a little, she was aware of that much. But she was trying to explain to Vanessa everything that she remembered and knew. “I can’t remember much. My memory is hazy”

“They said I needed to go to the hospital, but I don’t want to go” Aria continued, though it sounded more like a whine at this point. The teen didn’t like hospitals and just the thought of going to one made her nervous, though she wasn’t sure why.

She briefly glanced over at Evan, who seemed to be talking to the paramedics. “Mom, can’t you or dad tell them I don’t need to go?” it was a long shot, but Aria had to try. She had a feeling neither Vanessa or Evan would listen to that request though. No, she was going to the hospital, but hopefully it wouldn’t be for long.

“I want to go home. I want to be with you and dad” Aria finished, hoping that it would help convince Vanessa to just take her home. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and Aria quickly wiped at them with the back of her hand. Aria wasn’t going to cry in front of Vanessa and Evan. The two were already worried enough, she didn’t need to make them worry even more.

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross,Evan Cross

[attr="class","Ariabox2"]all this time i was finding myself, and i didn't know i was lost

[attr="class","Ariacred"]redd of adoxography

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa knew about the explosion, but she let Aria say what she needed to get out. Hearing that Aria had been INSIDE the building when the explosion went off and Vanessa felt her heart drop. One thing she was good with was worrying. Any number of things could be possible. Not to mention, the trauma. Where had the blast been? How far away was Aria standing? What fell on, near, or around her? Too many questions. Vanessa had been in a blast before she knew the consequences and repercussions there were to deal with.

Vanessa didn't fail to catch her fiancés strange looks. There was no answering that look right now though, she was too worried about Aria's state of mind. Vanessa lightly leaned into Evan's hand on her back though her words and eye contact was with Aria. “We will come with you. But you have to go.” No, this was too severe. Vanessa almost wished Evan hadn't walked away but someone needed to go talk to the paramedics and find out what happened and it was clear that Aria wasn't going to let Vanessa out of her sight.

Vanessa ran a hand through the young girl's hair. Getting in touch with Aria's legal guardian right now would go over with a ton of lead. Aria was already confused, adding another face to confuse her more would be counterproductive. Vanessa waited for Evan to be almost done with the paramedics before she called him back over. “Babe, I'll ride with her, you and Martin follow us to med?” She tossed Martin her keys. He was the only one outside of Evan and herself allowed to even touch Vanessa's cars.

The devastation around her, had Vanessa fighting back her own memories of the explosion at her warehouse. The legal battles that had flared up between Cross Consolidated and WhitTech had been fruitless for both companies and had been completely useless in the first place. Knowing Vanessa, whomever was behind this was liable for lives and had just endangered the life of her assets. Vanessa's mind jumped straight to wondering if Walton Industries was also behind this too. Now she wanted to dig. From an onlookers perspective, if someone wanted to hurt her company indirectly they would go after her biggest client. Though that seemed stupid. No... this was just her overactive imagination and trauma speaking. Get out of your head Vanessa.

∵ Evan Cross, Aria Campbell ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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Aria Campbell,

[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Finished speaking with the paramedic, Evan returned, standing beside Vanessa. Looking the teenager over once more, he determined she couldn't be much more than fourteen or fifteen. He'd already been convinced the girl – Aria – needed to go to the hospital; speaking with the emergency medical technician only reaffirmed his belief. On that, both he and Vanessa seemed to be on the same page. Aria was frightened and alone. If it helped, Evan could act as her dad. This was someone without loving parents in her life – only a legal guardian. Not exactly the same thing as having a father watch over you. That meant being stern when required. "You're going to the hospital, Aria, and that's final." Evan lowered his voice, the next part not meant for Aria's ears. He couldn't describe himself as being in shape, but there weren't any gray hairs mixed with the brown. He hadn't noticed any fine lines or wrinkles in the mirror this morning either. All things considered, Evan would say he looked his age: early thirties. His own opinion didn't stop him from questioning Vanessa. "Do I look that old?" Evan gritted his teeth and tried not to say anything when Vanessa passed Martin her car keys – the intent clear. At a time like this, Evan hesitated to leave Vanessa's side: the distant look in her eyes… the proverbial wheels turning inside her head… she could only be remembering the attempt on her own life. Someone needed to ride with Aria – someone besides the paramedic – and Vanessa knew the teenager best. It was better than her driving through downtown Chicago like a maniac. "I'll be right behind both of you," Evan relented. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross , Aria Campbell [attr="class","evanright2"]

deltra of gangnam style

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Aria was still a little worried, she didn’t like hospitals. There was just something about the buildings that filled her with fear. Hearing that she was going to have to go one didn’t help qualm those fears. However, hearing that Evan and Vanessa were going to be there, Aria relaxed a little.

She watched as Evan whispered something to Evan, and she tried to pick out what he said. However, Aria wasn’t able to. Maybe it was something about her health or condition? That thought didn’t do anything to calm her fears.

“Am I going to die?” Aria asked. She had made it this far, so that had to be a good sign. However, there was probably other things that could go wrong.

Leaning into Vanessa’s touch, the sixteen year old let out a small sigh of relief. She was glad Vanessa was going to ride with her, and that Evan would meet them there. However, a part of Aria was still concerned. The teenager wanted both of them to be there.

“Please don’t leave me once we’re there. I want both of you there” Aria said, her gaze shifting between Vanessa and Evan. Aria would’ve preferred to have both of them riding with her. However, somebody needed to drive the car to the hospital and Aria really didn’t want Vanessa to leave.

Fixing her gaze on Evan, Aria didn’t say anything at first. She was trying to figure out what to say. “Please drive safe” Aria finally said, her eyes pleading. The last thing they needed was for Evan to get in a wreck.

“I’ll take care of mom, I promise” Aria told Evan, offering a small smile. She was trying to reassure him some, though Aria wasn’t sure how well that was working out.

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross, Evan Cross

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Normally Vanessa would have laughed at Evan’s comment about looking old, but she was clearly not in a mood where she could be made to laugh. Though Evan relented and agreed to follow them to the hospital. Vanessa kissed Evan’s face. Unspoken words written in her eyes that she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Though with Vanessa that could change from one instance to the next.

Five words no one should ever have to ask, let alone a teenager. Vanessa just shook her head no. Though she was still concerned, the building had just fallen down around and there was destruction everywhere. Vanessa understood and pushed the memories down. The not remembering the forgetting, the last thing Vanessa had wanted was to be alone and there was no way she was going to leave Aria alone.

“No one’s going to leave.” Vanessa just tried to keep Aria reassured. The drive to the hospital would be a trying one, for all of them. Evan was about the only thing keeping Vanessa from doing stupid things. Though Vanessa had in her mind to do some pretty stupid things if Evan would let her but that was a conversation for later; right now their focus was Aria. Vanessa hopped up on the ambulance with Evan’s help. An appreciate look glanced his way but it was hidden under the concern and the worry for Aria.

The ride to the hospital was less than pleasant for Vanessa who kept her attention on Aria, but felt like kicking herself in the head everytime memories came to plague her. Talking to Aria to keep her awake, anything to make sure that the teenager was okay.

∵ Evan Cross,Aria Campbell, ∵

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And we are called to be human

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Even as Vanessa kissed his face, Evan recognized this was still a terrible idea, at least in some capacity. Yet here he was agreeing to everything that they'd been discussing. At the moment, he and Martin were supposed to be the level-headed ones. Evan just hoped he didn't come to regret this later. Of course, Martin hadn't stepped in and put his foot down either, so maybe he was overanalyzing the situation. Evan stopped beside Aria before the paramedics began to load the teen into the back of the ambulance. The assurance made him smile. "Thanks. I know she's super worried about you right now, but she needs someone to watch after her too." As an added bonus, giving Aria something else to focus on could only be a good thing. Helping Vanessa into the ambulance, Evan shared a worried glance, brief but discrete, with Martin. Was this a good idea? Aria's promise had been cute, but if Vanessa got it in her head to do something crazy, which she'd already attempted twice, very little would stand in her way. Despite Vanessa's reluctance to have children, her motherly instincts were on full display now. Evan headed back towards his Lamborghini, passing the one federal agent he' d spoken to on the way in. He couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa. Aria, too – she might not have been his daughter, but he found himself growing protective of her. Starting the car, Evan pulled out into the road, and began the drive to the hospital. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross , Aria Campbell [attr="class","evanright2"]

deltra of gangnam style

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[Aria Campbell]

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Aria offered Evan a small smile. She knew they were worried and Aria couldn’t do much right now, but she could keep an eye on Vanessa. She could make sure that Vanessa was okay. As soon as the doors to the ambulance closed though, Aria’s smile faltered.

Having the door closed, and being in this small space...it felt like she was back in the police station, back where the explosion was and where Aria was calling for help. Thinking about that, Aria couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

“Mom...I want dad” she said. She didn’t like being separated from her parents. She wanted both of them here.

The closer Aria got to the hospital, the more on edge she became. Her memory was still hazy, and Aria couldn’t piece everything together but she knew something bad had happened there in the past. “I don’t want to go to the hospital” Aria protested, though that decision had been made a while ago and they couldn’t exactly have the ambulance turn around.

“Something bad happened there in the past. Mom please” Aria begged. It wasn’t much to go by, but it was at least something that she remembered. “I just want to go home. I want to be with you and dad”

There were a few tears that rolled down Aria’s face, and she tried and failed to hide a sob. “I can’t go in there. If I go in there then…” Aria couldn’t bring herself to finish what she was going to say, though it was implied.

She was scared. Aria was scared if she went into that hospital then she wouldn’t come out. She wouldn’t be able to go back home or be with friends and family. She was scared that she would leave Vanessa and Evan forever, and if that happened then what would happen to them?

Just those thoughts caused Aria to panic some. Something had happened at a hospital once, and it was connected to Aria. She knew that much. Some pieces were missing, but other pieces were there still.

Without even thinking about it, or even realizing it Aria mumbled softly “I lost someone here once." She wasn't sure if that was true or not because her memory wasn't exactly the best right now, but it felt right. Aria just had a feeling that she had lost someone, and that that person had been important.

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross, Evan Cross

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa comforted and reassured Aria that Evan would be there once they arrived at the hospital. Vanessa hated ambulances. The memories they brought were… well they were terrifying. But Vanessa didn’t let onto any of that to Aria. That was something she could handle later, when no one was looking.

The more Aria protested the more Vanessa wanted to make it happen but she also didn’t think it was a very smart idea. “You are going; but I’ll be there with you.” That was Vanessa putting her foot down and her tone said as much.

Though as they were unloading and taking Aria in Vanessa was pushing her way past nurses who knew she didn’t have any children. Despite that Vanessa was getting irate. “You will let me see my daughter. Or so help me.” Vanessa’s threats weren’t idle. Calling the police would only work in her favor.

Though it was hospital security that showed up just about the time Martin and Anderson were catching up after parking their car. Martin and Anderson both put their hands on the hospital security officers to keep them from grabbing Vanessa. “I suggest you don’t.” Martin offered in a stern tone as he deflected the other officer. He’d chew Vanessa out for this stunt later; but right now he was going to make sure no one touched her.

Anderson was more irate but he wasn’t going to hold his tongue either. “You dare separate a minor from her caretaker? Are you kidding me right now?” Anderson’s words came at the same time. Evan’s detail would be with Evan but he radioed for Cordova and Gidon. They were going to need more than a few hands here. It wasn’t like security was just going to put up with things and they were facing the likelihood of getting kicked out of the hospital.

∵ Evan Cross,Aria Campbell ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan didn't drive too recklessly -- trying to keep up with the ambulance would earn him a traffic ticket. Sure, he could technically afford it, but getting pulled over would also cause a serious delay in getting to the hospital. Plus, he'd made a promise to Aria, and Evan wasn't about to make a liar out of himself. So he followed most of the rules of the road. By the time Evan reached the hospital, Aria would have already been assigned a room. Of course trying to get that room number would be like pulling teeth. He found himself in the middle of a battle to obtain information. He planted himself at the front desk and refused to budge. "Her name is Aria." Evan began spelling the name for the nurse at the front desk. The TVs behind him were showing live footage from the attack. "That's A-R-I-A. Campbell. C-A-M-P-B-E-L-L. She should have just arrived from the precinct explosion that's all over TV." Evan couldn't really blame the nurse for being short with him. He understood that the sheer number of injuries they were fielding must be overwhelming. Another overprotective spouse or work partner could have just as easily set her off. Evan needed answers and he would do whatever he had to do in order to get them. To that end maybe he should just pull a Bruce Wayne and buy the hospital. Surely the staff would be more cooperative for their boss? "You know what? Never mind. How much?" "I beg your pardon?" "To buy the hospital. How much?" Evan pulled out the check book and pen, filling out the required information. "Is that enough zeros? Should I add another? I'll add another." --- As Evan finally resolved the matter with the hospital administrator, Evan strolled into World War III. Two security units waged their own battle with Vanessa at its center. Evan looked immensely proud of himself as he approached. "Martin, you can stand down. They're not going to give you any more trouble. I may have bought the hospital." He indicated the hospital security next, as the administrator confirmed the statement with a nod. "You guys can, uh, just get lost." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross , Aria Campbell [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Aria Campbell]

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As soon as they got to the hospital and Aria was out of the ambulance, she started to relax some. She still wasn’t happy about being at the hospital, and she was still scared. However, in Aria’s eyes it was better than being in the ambulance. She was fine up until the staff got in the way of Vanessa, preventing her from coming with Aria.

“Mom!” Aria shouted. If she had any energy left, the sixteen year old probably would’ve put up more of a fight. As it was though, Aria was growing tired and her adrenaline was wearing off.

It didn’t take Aria too long to realize they were fighting an uphill battle right now. And until things got sorted out, she was going to have to be by herself. Aria didn’t like it and she wanted both her parents with her, but for now she would have to get over it. “I’ll be okay, just please find me as soon as you can”

Even from Aria’s room, she could hear the faint sounds of the disagreement, though Aria couldn’t make out any words. Today’s events were starting to catch up to her, and Aria was starting to nod off though she was fighting it. She wanted to make sure Evan and Vanessa were here before she slept.

The sixteen year old was just about to give up fighting sleep when she saw Evan and Vanessa approach her mom. Immediately, Aria brightened up and she smiled a little. “Mom! Dad!” she exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug. She wanted nothing more to be in her parents’ arms right now.

“What happened out there? How come they wouldn’t let you in here right away?” Aria asked. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was asking questions. She had always been a curious child, and just because she was injured and in the hospital that wouldn’t change.

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[attr="class","Ariabox2"]all this time i was finding myself, and i didn't know i was lost

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