At the medical center.
After Deck hung up the phone, Kate set it down with a sigh. She turned back to questioning Owen, even though she knew it was probably pointless. Still, she wanted to dig up whatever she could on Bald Deck. If someone ever tried to bring him to justice, she'd have real evidence ready—no need to fake a thing.
It was her obsession: truth is truth, lies are lies! The law isn't Play-Doh for people to twist however they want. As long as someone holds firm, there's a chance for justice to stay solid.
"Detective Beckett, Owen needs rest…" George piped up from the side, finally unable to hold back.
With a brother that intense—and his warnings still ringing in George's ears—he wasn't about to slack off.
"Alright," Kate said, glancing at poor, nervous George. She nodded. "Take good care of him."
With that, she left the room. Time to check on those four emergency cases.
"How's it going?" she asked, stepping up next to Chief Resident Kelly.
"We've saved three so far—they're in surgery now," Kelly explained. "The last one's not looking good, though. Dr. Duncan's still working on him."
"Grey, call it!" Adam's voice cut through from the other side.
"Time of death: 23:33," Lexie announced, as always.
The room went dead quiet.
"Alright, everyone, head out. No worries—we did our best," Adam said, scanning the team and catching their uneasy vibes. "I'll have Detective Beckett reach out to him later. If there's any fallout, he can talk to me. He won't bother you guys."
The staff dispersed—some relieved, some still frowning, others forcing weak smiles as they shuffled off.
"Damn jerk!" Adam muttered under his breath.
Being a doctor, saving lives, giving it your all—and then dealing with threats you shouldn't have to? It sucked. Sure, it's part of the gig—patients or their families losing it isn't new. But those outbursts usually stay empty. This time? No one doubted Owen's brother would follow through. The mental weight was crushing.
"You're really gonna call him?" Kate asked, stepping up beside Adam with a worried look. "He's with some elite British special unit—top-tier, lawless, and reckless."
"I'm just giving him a heads-up," Adam said with a small laugh. "We did what we could. If he's got a problem, he can chat with me—no need for a big dramatic scene."
Kate still looked concerned, so he shook his head. "If he's gonna lash out at innocents, I'm the lead on this rescue—he'd come for me first anyway. Might as well take it on and try to handle it.
What else can I do? Let the whole hospital live in panic? This is a place where we save lives every second! How do you work like that? If we slip up and lose someone who didn't have to die, that's not a scene I wanna see…"
He trailed off, noticing Kate's odd expression. "What's up?" he asked with a grin.
"When do you get off?" she blurted out, totally off-topic.
"I'm staying tonight," Adam replied. "Owen's past the worst, but I need to keep an eye on him. If he dies, that psycho brother of his might actually lose it and hurt someone innocent."
He paused, catching the flirty glint in Kate's eyes, and teased, "Case hitting a snag? Wanna hash it out in my office?"
"Yep!" Kate shot back, breaking her usual cool and agreeing instantly. "I'll wrap up some stuff and head over!"
"Take your time," Adam said, his pulse picking up as he jogged toward the OR. "I'll do rounds first. If everything's stable and they don't need me, I'll be there ASAP."
They split off to handle their tasks.
"Kate!" Adam called, stopping mid-stride and turning back.
"What?" She paused and looked over.
He mouthed something—no sound, keeping it discreet in public.
"Pfft!" Kate caught his lip-reading, scoffed playfully, and walked off.
No need for him to say it—she wasn't changing out of her gear. With things this tense, if a shootout popped off, her combat-ready outfit and bulletproof vest would let her jump in without hesitation.
"This damn hero complex," Adam muttered, shaking his head as he watched her go.
They knew each other inside out by now. He got why her mood had flipped so fast: him stepping up, taking the heat to shield the innocent? In Kate's eyes, that was peak hotness—heart-pounding stuff.
Midnight was closing in, promising a pretty sweet tomorrow. But Adam wasn't about to get lost in it. Stirring up trouble like this? He'd only do it if he had no choice.
He admired heroes, sure. But he wasn't one—never planned to be. His priority was always him, his family, his friends.
This time, yeah, he was the lead, no dodging that. But there was more: he didn't actually think Owen's bald brother would go too far. The guy had told him to "try" saving all four—not that it was a must.
If talks went south later, though? Adam wouldn't hesitate to push back. Threaten him for real, and he'd burn every resource he had to neutralize the guy.
Elite British operative with a license to kill, untouchable badass? Sounds scary—for regular folks. To the real upper crust, guys like that were disposable pawns. If Adam played hardball and escalated, Deck would be the one sacrificed.
In this TV-drama world, Adam was the one with upper-class clout.
He hit the OR first, checking on the three surgeries. Top docs were on it—the tricky cement-separation part he'd already handled. The rest? Simple ops for a fully staffed team.
He'd pulled the three high schoolers out of the cement himself, earning a system ping: +0.013 reward. Good enough.
Then he swung by Owen's room. The kid who'd been all goofy and love-crazed earlier was lying there now, dazed, a dangerous glint starting to spark in his eyes.
Adam shook his head. A brother like that—lucky or cursed? Hard to say.
This was probably another Thor-and-Loki saga in the making.
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