falke [sara lance] ✔

chapter 23

"All right, we've landed. Where did they move her?"

Callie paced quickly behind Sara, occasionally casting John a sacastic smile as she harshly pushed him over bumps. The man was strapped down to the gurney as if he was one of the admitted mental patients, a rouse that Callie was sure was just a waste of time.

Ramming her spare hand into the pocket of the doctor jacket that she had nicked on her way into the asylum, she felt a small smile form across her lips as she discovered a pack of gum stashed away. She kept a mental note that it was there, knowing that when she got stressed it always helped her to stay focused.

"Can't find anyone named Emily in the admissions record," Zari told them over the comns, something not feeling right in Callie's bones. The girl shared a concerned look with John who seemed to mirror the feeling on unease as they continued to roll down the corridor.

"That's her," John said, noticing the girl that was being pushed down the hall. Callie perked up instantly, but the feeling of dread only seemed to grow as she realised something was eerily familiar about the girl.

"Oh, there she is!" Sara exclaimed, heading off down towards the corridor as she tried to pretend that she was one of the doctors that worked there. "Thank you, I can take it from here. I mean, her from here."

Callie sighed as she realised that this was about to get physical. Sara was many things - but she certainly was not as asylum doctor and even a blind mouse would have been able to tell that.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" The attending that was currently in possession of the teenage girl squinted at Sara, noticing that her lab coat was trying to claim that she was a 'Craig'.

"I'm Doctor..." She sighed before looking over at Callie, signalling to the girl that it was time to step up. "Yeah, I'm not doing this."

Sara lunged, her fist landing a solid blow against the first attending's neck. The man slumped to the floor immediately, while his friend also found themselves flying through the air as the heel of Sara's foot planted itself harshly into his chest.

Callie smirked at Sara, feeling slightly turned on from the way her wife had just taken down two men in less than three seconds. The blonde turned around and shot a wink to the raven haired girl, knowing exactly what Callie was thinking.

John noticed the moment shared between the two. Rolling his eyes, he moved over to where the girl was on the gurney and sent a quick nod to Sara. "Ah, nice one, love."

"I'll make sure no one else gets in our way, I'm taking Callie. Find a place for her, and we'll rendezvous."

Everyone nodded as the two assassins darted out of the corridor to make sure the area was cleared. Callie jogged after Sara as the two entered the next corridor, peering around the corner to make sure that the entire area was empty for the time being.

She knew why Sara had asked for a moment alone with her - and while she wished it was for another one of their mid-mission make-out sessions, she knew it was for a much needed chat about a certain english elephant in the room.

"How do you know John?" Sara asked, her eyes narrowed slightly in what Callie detected as jealousy. She didn't blame the blonde, it wasn't like John had tried to hide the fact that the two had shared some history prior to their meeting on the bridge. "And don't say it's from when you helped save my soul because there is a lot more history there than that."

"The night we saved you, when you were back with your family and Ollie and the others were all celebrating, I couldn't sleep. I went to that shot bar, the one off eighth street? Yeah, that one, and I re-met John. One thing led to another and we spent the night together," Callie paused as Sara quirked and eyebrow at her. "Okay and maybe the next three, but it was never anything serious."