"Pappa?...they're your friends right?," Oliver asked holding Hank's hand a little tighter as they stood waiting outside for the door in front of them to be opened. Hank looked down at Oliver and nodded squeezing his hand, "yes for a long time. You have nothin' to worry about. Promise." Oliver nodded but still visibly not remaining entirely convinced. Hank smiled, trying to give him some reassurance right as a shadow blocked the light behind it. The nob twitched and the door opened to a small woman with straight, silvery hair. Oliver flinched back and ducked behind Hank as the woman greeted him, " Hank right on time!" Her smile was small but evident as they briefly hugged and Hank replied, "of course, wouldn't miss it."
"Well get on in here boys Randall's almost finished cooking" the woman said invitingly as she stood aside and held the door open for them to enter in. When they entered Oliver recognized that this house looked similar to his house, cozy, well put together, and friendly. But even the smell of food cooking couldn't keep that warm feeling from fleeing from him once the womans hand drifted closer to his coat. Oliver ripped it from her and backed right into the door backwards to get away from her in fear.
"Woah, woah, I'm sorry Oliver I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to help." Her voice was soft and sincere. But his heart was running rampant and out of his control. It was already to late. Hank stepped to Oliver and put an arm around him letting Oliver cling to his leg. Hank spoke reassuringly to him, "It's okay Ollie. That's my friend Trudy. We've caught a lot of bad guys for a long time."
Trudy nodded, "that's right. You can trust me." Oliver still clung to Hank's leg and looked between the two hesitatingly holding out his coat but grabbing it at the last second scared he wouldn't get it back. He whimpered bracing for the retaliation of his actions but it didn't come. Instead it was Trudy who interrupted Hank mid sentence, "it's okay Oliver. How about I show you to your seat at the table and we can hang it on the back of your chair. Would that be better?" Oliver nodded his head and Trudy got up and walked them into a small dining room that was already neatly set with nice plates, dishes and cups. Trudy walked over to two chairs and pulled one out with extra cushions on top for Oliver and helped him up to the table. She pushed his plate and silverware closer to his hands and took his cup to fill it up with water. "What can I get ya Hank?" she asked. "Just water for me tonight please" he smiled. "No problem, and I'll see where Randall is with the food" Trudy replied, leaving the two of them in the dining room alone. With the room vacant and quiet Hank took the opportunity to try and settle Oliver in his chair and ease his building anxiety. He moved closer to Oliver, putting his arm around his chair and speaking in an indoor tone, "Did you know that Randall drives and works on a big fire truck?" Hank smiled. Oliver's eyes and ears perked up.
"Fire truck?" he asked. Hank nodded and replied,
"Oh yeah he does! Maybe if we ask we could see some pictures." Oliver nodded, still unsure of these new people and everything around him. Hank moved his hand from the chair to Oliver's shoulders and held him still in his seat.
"You're doin good" he encouraged him before taking his hand away and turning forward in his seat. Just then Trudy came in with two waters and another person in toe behind her. She set the drinks down in front of them and went over to her seat on the other side of the table as the man approached Hank with his hand extended and a friendly smile on his face.
"Nice to see you again Sarge, especially under better circumstances."
Hank shook his hand with a smile, "please, Hank, we're off the clock and it's nice to see you too Randall" Hank said sitting back down.
"And who do we have here?" he asked taking a step to the right to see Oliver huddled in his chair. He walked over slowly and crouched a couple feet away from Oliver to not spook him.
"My name's Randy. But my friends call me Mouch" he smiled.
"Mmss?" Oliver whispered through his legs that were curled into his chest.
"What was that bud?" Randy asked not hearing him clearly.
"Mouse?" he spoke a little louder lifting his head from behind his knees. Randall chuckled and stopped anyone from correcting Oliver, "it can be mouse to you kid, if you can be champ to me?" Oliver tilted his head slightly, meeting Randall's warn but soft, brown eyes "champ?"
"Yeah champ!" Randall smiled. "Because that's what you are kid and I won't let you forget" he winked and stood back to his feet.
"Well I ought to get our food. Don't want it cold" he said before slipping into the kitchen to bring out dishes. After a few more trips of plates of foods and other things for the table they all sat down and began to eat. But as they did Hank saw the panic rising in Oliver. His body got tense, his face was wet and pale. His eyes vigorously twitched between the food and Trudy and Randall across the table.
"Oliver, Oliver look at me" Hank gently grabbed his shoulder to redirect Oliver's attention before he snapped.
"Look at me" he said guiding his small chin with his other hand.
"Just like at home. You'll get your food then if you're still hungry we have seconds then we wait so you don't get sick again. And when we're done we'll bring our dishes to the sink" Hank spoke softly as he stared into Oliver's twitching eyes. Oliver blinked a few times before nodding and sitting back in his seat. But he visibly didn't relax the rest of the meal in which Hank did the talking for him, only whispering to Hank asking where the sink was.
After some stories and conversation Trudy asked to speak with Hank for a minuet in another room but this was only heightened Oliver's state causing him to desperately cling to Hank and start to panic once more.
"Hey hey, how about this? Why don't we all go to the livingroom and get comfy. Trudy and your dad can talk and I can show you some cool pictures of the fire truck I work on" Randy said quickly fixing the situation and subduing his panic. Oliver slowed down and took a breath as he released Hank's leg and fallowed the group over to this living room and pulled himself onto the couch while Hank and Trudy spoke in the corner of the room. Concern laced her face as she spoke quietly to Hank,
"Hank I think you need to call that Dr.Charles over at med." Hank's face twisted in confusion.
"For Oliver" she clarified. "I've seen kids over the years go through things and a good group of them made it alright, but this guy I'm not sure. Not to mention he doesn't have a support system. Don't get me wrong now he has you which has really given him a chance but he needs more." Hank sighed and nodded looking at Trudy acknowledging she was right.
"Just let your unit know, maybe establish some connections that way and we'll be here too. And I've got to say he's got a way of growing on you ina hurry" she said looking over at the couch fondly, watching Oliver lean over Randy's shoulder who was sitting on the floor below him and watched the pictures.
Hank's lips pulled into a grin "yeah he does. I'll call Dr.Charles and see what he can do." Truddy nodded looking back at Oliver,
"And what if he can't?"
Voight looked and respond "then we'll figure something out."
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