Indistinct shouting could be heard throughout the hospital as all the patients were fighting and hurting each other.
Amila continued down the hall followed by Street who watched her back, she turned into a room to see a huge man, throwing some paint at the wall,
"L.A.P.D...we're just trying to get things settled down. Can you put the brush down", Street gently asks as Amila stood to his left,
"You like it?", the man asked staring at the wall.
"Absolutely. Now, put the brush down, please", Street says.
"Watch what you say Jimmy", Amila warned keeping her eyes on the patient.
"Someone in Beverly Hills is gonna pay for my art one day", the patient numbly states.
"Turn around slowly for me", Amila calls out watching the man's every move.
"Especially when I'm dead", the patient added some nonsense.
"How about you just place your hands on the wall?", Street suggested to the patient.
"Paints still wet", the patient retorted.
"Behind your back then", Street says moving his weapon to his side walking up to him. Amila sees the sleek reflection of a blade, "KNIFE!", she yelled shoving Street to the side only to have the blade slice the left side of her face. She grunted shoving her foot into the man's chest, grabbing his hand, twisting it back which caused the patient to scream in pain and he retaliated by shoving Amila harshly against the painted wall. Amila countered the patients next attack with an elbow straight to his face. She kicked herself off the wall and sent a harsh right hook to the patients face, knocking him out cold.
She breathed heavily looking to Street who took out zip ties and tied the man's hands behind his back. Amila rolled her shoulders feeling the burn on her left cheek, it cut from right below her eye all the way down to her chin, she sees her vest and sweater had paint all over it. She exhaled walking out with a worried Street behind her,
"Hey, look who passed with flying colors", Tan teased but his eyes went wide when he saw a bleeding Amila,
"Whoa, hey, Amila...you okay?", he asked but Amila ignored them and walked off.
Street looked to Hondo,
"It was my fault. I kind of egged on the guy and Amila took the blow...I didn't even see the knife...she did. Pushed me out of the way...", he sighed ashamed of his actions.
Hondo nods, "go with her, get her checked out", he ordered Street but stops him,
"Hey...you know we got to pay for our own dry cleaning, right?", Hondo smirked at Street who fist bumped the air, "yes!"
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Amila stood next to Black Betty as she was being checked on by the EMT's. She waited as they cleaned it but she requested no bandage and wanted them to just stitch it and leave it. She could hear Deacon update them on the woman who got away; Ruth Pearson. Apparently she was some cult leader and was helped by her sons on her escape.
Amila was ordered to head back to HQ with Chris them. But on the way she kept silent.
She headed into the intel room with the others. Street walked in minutes later and Chris was able to find out just who the three sons were. She sat at her tablet, ears open to the conversation,
"That's Theo, Zumba and Ben", Chris says pulling up their files.
"Zuma's kind of the odd brother out", he pointed to the screen, "check out the muscles on him", he said staring at the photo.
"What a bruiser", Chris joked.
Tan chuckled, "think Ruth sprinkled 'roids on his cornflakes?", he questioned. Amila rolled her eyes at their so called jokes.
"Definitely didn't skip neck day at the gym", Street chuckled, "guys an absolute unit", he commented.
Deacon walked into the intel room,
"You get those mug shots out yet?", he asked looking at each of them and notices Amila kept her distance from them on her tablet,
"Yeah. Every train, bus and gas station on out list", Street listed looking at the monitor.
Chris spoke up,
"Hospital tan a criminal background check on Theo Pearson before they hired him...I got it right here", she turned around to the other screen pulling up the file.
Amila crossed her arms,
"Some good that did", she chorused with tan, looking at each other before she looked away.
"It doesn't look like it was too hard for him to cheat the system: fake name, fake address, fake references", Chris explained. Deacon looked at the info with a frown, something just didn't add up,
"You can fake an ID, but you can't fake a social security number. Find his W-9, see what you can back on it", he said going to walk off but looked back to Amila,
"Amila, come with me", he said just as Street chased after Deacon and called out to him,
"Lynch told Hondo that this is his chance for a do-over with Virgos Temple", he confusedly says.
Tan was confused as well, "what's that supposed to mean?", he asked.
Street shrugged, "sounded like a dig to me", he retorted.
Amila walked alongside Deacon as they continued to talk about Ruth and the cult. Which she paid no mind; only wanted to know why Deacon wanted to speak with her. Unless it had something to do with earlier at the hospital,
"Excuse us", Deacon tells the others, motioning for Amila to follow him. They headed straight in the break room, but Amila went to the fridge and pulled out her bottle lemonade, taking a seat on the table,
"Amila...", she gazed up at Deacon who sat across from her,
"I know...I know you don't want to talk or hear this but please give me five minutes", he begged which she doesn't say anything but nods.
"I am so sorry that we weren't their for you when you needed us...I can only imagine just how disappointed you were in us when we didn't visit you in the hospital or return your phone calls or texts....I know how that must have been heartbreaking for you, Amila", he stared at her face, "we made a commitment in S.W.A.T. and we broke it, by doing what we did. But I swear, I never meant to leave you high and dry and I have no excuse for that", he says with sorrow.
Amila shook her head scoffing,
"I don't care anymore Deacon..", she raised and eyebrow at him, "like I told Hondo, I'ma tell you...if you ain't got anything to say that doesn't involve work then I ain't here to socialize", she puts her lemonade back in the icebox slamming the door shut with a sigh,
"I called all of you", she turned to him, her eyes welled with tears, "none of you answered. Not a text back nor phone call...do you know what that felt like...huh", she snapped at him,
"You all abandoned me, that's what it felt like Deacon", she walked over to him,
"Some family, huh", she scoffed just as Lynch walked in with a smile plastered on her face,
"Hi, Amila...you'll be working in the intel room", she walked back out.
Amila looked back at Deacon seeing remorse on his face but she couldn't forgive them; not yet at least,
"From now on...if it ain't about work, please don't talk to me", she said walking over to the door past him but stopped turning to side eye him,
"You wanna know something?", she spoke up as Deacon turned to face her,
"It's funny how sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for are the ones behind the trigger. The day I needed all of you the most was the day you all weren't there for me...at all", she finished leaving a very quiet and saddened Deacon who felt his heart ache badly. They really screwed up royally.
