First Graceland fic, kinda nervous about posting this! Sorry for the unimaginative title, but I couldn't come up with anything better that wasn't dripping was cheesy-ness. Enjoy!

"Missed some killer waves out there dude, that was epic." Johnny said as he walked into Graceland, clothed only in a wet suit.

"Sorry I missed it, but this paperwork's not going to do itself." Mike said from the breakfast bar. Johnny just rolled his eyes, muttering something about how boring paperwork is as he made his way to the fridge.

"Wanna drink Mikey?" Johnny asked as he pulled out a bottle of water.

"Nah, I'm alright." Mike said, getting up and standing next to the counter when he heard his phone go off. He had left the charger downstairs overnight so it had died this morning. He hoped he hadn't missed any important calls.

"Shit." Mike said, looking at his phone.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got like 10 missed calls from Paige and loads of messages, something must have happened." Mike pressed the phone to his ear as he listened to Paige's messages.

"Mike, I just got a call from Briggs, he and Charlie were in a car accident. Try not to worry I'm sure they're fine but I'm heading to the hospital. Call me back when you get this."

"It's me again, I'm at the hospital, Jakes is here. Briggs called from the ambulance. He's alright but he said Charlie's in a bad way. I think you should come up."

"And grab Johnny if you can find him, he's not answering his phone either but you'll probably check yours before he will."

"Where they hell are you? Please call me back."

"They just brought Charlie in...please please come to hospital when you get this. Saw Briggs and he looks okay but the doctor's checking him over. I'll call back if we hear anything before you respond or get to the hospital."

All the colour drained out of Mike's face upon hearing Paige's messages. He could hear her voice crack when she was talking about Charlie, and he had never seen Paige cry, not even when he had been stabbed.

"Dude? Dude you okay?" Mike was snapped out of his thoughts by Johnny's shouting.

"Sorry, We need to go to the hospital."

"What's happened? Is Paige alright?"

"Paige is fine, but Charlie and Briggs were in a car accident. Briggs is okay. Charlie..." Mike ran a hand though his hair.

"How bad is she?"

"Bad. Like really bad. Listen." Mike replayed the message.

"Shit. Call Paige back, ask if she's heard anything. I'm gonna go get changed, but after you call Paige go get the jeep started." Johnny said, running up the stairs. Mike started scrolling through his contacts till he found Paige's number.


"Why has it taken you so long to answer your phone?! Have you found Johnny?"

"Sorry, my phone died and I couldn't find my charger. Johnny was out surfing so didn't take his phone. Have you heard anything new?"

"Nothing. I'm really scared."

"It'll be alright. Charlie's a fighter."

"Yeah. Are you on your way yet?"

"Will be once Johnny's got changed. He thought the hospital wouldn't appreciate him coming in a wet suit." Mike heard Paige laugh but he knew it was forced.

"Text me when you're nearly here, I'll wait outside the hospital."

"Okay. Call if you hear anything else."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye." Mike hung up as Johnny came running downstairs.

"Any news?"

"Nothing, but she said she'd call if she heard anything." Mike said, grabbing the car keys and running down the steps.

Paige sat in the waiting room of the hospital, twisting her scarf around her fingers. She couldn't believe this had happened. She didn't want to believe it. Jakes sat next to her, pretending to read a magazine but his eyes weren't moving across the paper. Mike sat next to Paige, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Johnny sat on the floor against the wall, silently playing with the cross around his neck.

"Excuse me, are you waiting for Catherine DeMarco, and Paul Briggs?" A doctor asked as he came into the room.

"Yeah, how are they?" Mike asked as they all crowed around the doctor.

"Mr. Briggs is fine, just minor cuts and bruises. We'd like to keep him in over night as he said he was feeling nauseous which could be a sign of a concussion. I'm sure that he will be well enough to be discharged in the morning provided there are no complications overnight."

"What about Charlie?" The doctor gave Mike a puzzled look.

"He means Catherine. Charlie's her nickname." Jakes explained.

"Miss DeMarco was admitted with serious head trauma so she's been sent for a CT scan to see the extent of the injury. We won't know anymore until then."

"Can we see either of them?" Paige asked.

"You can see Mr. Briggs, me or one of my colleagues will come and find you once we've got the results of Miss DeMarco's CT scan."

"Which room is he in?"

"Room 209 on the 2nd floor."

"Thank you." Mike said, following the others as they went to Briggs' room.

Briggs lay in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Charlie's body laid on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance. She looked so fragile, and when the alarms started going off...

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Briggs was pulled out of his thoughts by Johnny, Paige, Mike and Jakes coming into the room.

"I'm fine, I don't see why they're keeping me in here. Have you heard anything about Charlie, is she awake?"

"She's still unconscious, they've taken for a CT scan, we don't know anything else." Paige said, sitting down next to Briggs' bed. He could tell she was really shaken up, so gave her a warm smile.

"How did it happen?" Mike asked from the foot of the bed.

"It's all kind of a blur. One minute we're driving, then all of a sudden this car just slams into the side of the truck."

"Charlie's side?"

"Yeah. If I hadn't asked her to drive she'd be okay."

"Paul, you can't think like that, don't you think if it was the other way around she would be saying the exact same thing." Paige said.

"Dude if it was the other way 'round, she'd be cursing your ass for passing out on her." Johnny joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"True." Before anything else could be said, a doctor came into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt, but are you waiting on news of Miss DeMarco?"

"Yes." All the agent's turned to look at the doctor.

"I'm Dr. Fletcher, I'm a consultant neurosurgeon. I'm afraid the CT scan shows a blot clot pressing on Miss DeMarco's brain. We're prepping her for surgery."

"But she's going to be alright, isn't she?" Briggs asked, trying not to panic.

"We're going to have to remove the blood clot, or she is going to die." Those last four words shocked everyone in the room.

"When will we know...?" Jakes asked.

"I'll come to inform you of any changes once the surgery is over. I'm sorry I'm going to have to go." The doctor left quickly once her pager went off. Silence settled over the room.

"She's going to be fine though, right? This is our Charlie we're talking about." Johnny said, refusing to think of the alternative.

No one could bring themselves to answer his question.

Shoutout to Allureofproductivity for her help on this, go check out her work it's amazing! Please review!