Pup

Chapter 5

Once Hank's boots hit the ground he turned around and quickly felt for Oliver's small waist so he wouldn't fall out. Once he found the boy in the darkness with his hands Hank lifted him out and up into his arms and dashed across the yard as the street was charged with blaring sirens and flooded with flashing lights. Hank reached his back door as he saw his team and SWAT circle around the house, ready to charge in. With one swift motion Hank  ripped open his back door and slammed it shut, safely locking them in from the chaos that was about to erupt outside. Hank carried Oliver up to a spare bedroom that was on the other side of the hall from his room and pulled back the blankets to put him somewhere soft and warm to wait out the scurry transpiring. Once Hank pulled up the blankets and turned to the door Oliver stopped him,
"Mr.Hank where are you going?" he begged pulling at Hanks stiff arms.
"I'm going to take care of those bad guys remember?" he said as he stopped and turned around. Hank turned on a bedside lamp to help see Oliver better and ideally make him feel a bit safer. The light casted a warm glow into the room, illuminating Oliver's sunken in and terrified eyes. Hank kneeled down by the side of the bed with Oliver still holding onto him and spoke looking into his dark eyes,
"I know how scary and confusing all this right now" he began softly. "But you're being a really brave boy right now you know that?" Oliver retracted his hand from Hanks arm and pulled his knees up to his chest, hiding his face behind his mop of red curls.
"Well you are. You've beaten the bad guys Oliver, it's over"Hank said reaching out to gently put a hand on Olivers scrawny knee. But when he did Oliver's head shot up in surprise and his body jumped. But to Hanks intrest Oliver's expression didn't match his reaction. Oliver's face was a questioning one with his eyes fully meeting hanks and his eyebrows arched in a confused expression. The face Hank received was loud, clear and unmistakable. So much so it captivated his full focus and curiosity, slowing movement around him and freezing him in place with his hand still on Oliver's leg. Which was also intriguing by the fact that he didn't try to swat it away whenHank reached out to him. Their eyes were locked in a conversation that neither of them had intended or expected. A conversation of confusion and hopeful discovery. Hank found himself unable to tear his eyes away from Oliver's. The boy's eyes shifted and questioned him. Searched him. Their green hue glowed in the lamp light making oliver look more alive. Hank nodded as Oliver's questions sunk into his mind and acknowledged them. After a few moments of this shared silent conversation hank dropped his head to break away from Oliver's eyes to answer,
"Not all people are bad Ollie, and I'm so sorry you've never known that. I hope that you'll let someone make it true for you someday." Oliver's eyes glistened and softened at hank and so did his body language. He was more relaxed and focused on hank now which allowed hank to explain what was about to happen next,
"What's going to happen is I'm going to bring you to the police station and one of my friends will ask you a few questions and all you have to do is tell them the truth. Then when you're done your social worker will come pick you up and take you back to the house to get your things before going somewhere safe to sleep. That sound good to you?" Oliver gave a small nod in response.
"So what I'm going to do now is make sure that it's safe outside then I'll carry you out to the car okay? I'll be right back." Oliver nodded disappointed and curled back up again, letting his hair cover his eyes. Hank tried to give one last small smile before turning to the door and walking out down the stairs.