The Deployment Notice

17.

The first thing that'd happened once they'd returned to base was that they were all taken to the hospital and separated. Casey was thankfully allowed to stay with Marco since the man hadn't taken being suddenly separated from them well and she didn't really have any serious injuries. Unfortunately, when Buck had tried to force his way back to them, the doctors had knocked him out so they could deal with his injuries.

It wasn't the first time that'd happened, but he still didn't like it.

It ended up being ok though, he woke up only a couple hours later all stitched up and with pain meds in his system. The Sergeant had already been by his bed waiting for him, and let Buck give his debrief as soon as he was awake enough to do so. Then he was allowed to move into Marco's hospital room where Casey was sat by the man's bed.

Marco had been asleep, which was probably for the best since all of this had to be quite a shock to his system. It'd been Casey's turn, once Buck's bed had been wheeled in next to Marco's, to go get looked over and to give her debrief.

She hadn't been happy about it, but she'd gone willingly tossing a, "Do not let anyone separate you." Over her shoulder to Buck.

"Over my dead body." He assured her, meaning it.

She went without argument after that, and returned a couple hours later. She had a cot with her as well as both hers and Buck's packs. She set his down by his feet and then went about setting up her own cot between Marco's bed and the door.

"They give you the ok to sleep in here or are we hosting a stowaway?" He asked, watching her dig in her pack for a sleeping bag once the cot was set up.

"Didn't ask," she shrugged, "I'll riot if they remove me so..."

Buck would also riot if they removed either one of them.

"I'll take the cot if you want?" He offered and she gave him a look.

"Unlike me, you're actually injured." She pointed out, "Enjoy the bed Buckley, and go to sleep, I can see you drifting."

Buck nodded, not having realized quite how tired he actually was until he wasn't the only one present who could keep an eye on Marco. "Yeah, alright." He agreed, "But we're stealing you a bed tomorrow."

She snorted but didn't respond, laying herself down and shifting around until she was comfortable on the cot. He drifted off not too long after that, the adrenaline mixed with his injuries finally catching up to him.

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The days after that went slowly. It was recovery time now, which was always far slower than the actual mission ever felt. That was fine though, he wasn't complaining, slow meant Marco wasn't in danger.

Marco slept for three straight days after they arrived at the base. The doctors assured them that this was all to be expected, they'd intentionally put him in a medically induced coma so that way his body could rid itself of the remaining paralytic drugs as well as just generally recover.

It was going to be a lot, when he finally woke up, so in a weird way he was sort of glad that Marco was out of commission for the time being. It gave them a good chance to figure out the rest of the details of the mission. Specifically in Buck's case, the mole from his cell block. Or the suspected mole, at least.

Sammy had been safely extracted from the fight ring, and then immediately sequestered. He wasn't exactly under arrest since they didn't actually know he'd done anything. They still needed to keep an eye on him though, and also talk with him.

Buck had convinced the sergeant in his initial debrief that it would be best for Buck to be the one to talk to him. So, the morning after that initial night, he'd been collected from Marco's room, and brought to an interrogation room.