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Tires could be heard screeching a bit as Derrick drove the car as quickly, and legally, as he could to Key's location. She had just called him and had apparently been in a battle with an Agent. She was fine enough to go home, but she sounded as though she was still in some pain which had Derrick concerned.

He knew that she would probably be fine without him breaking the speed limit, but it was the first time he had gotten such a call from her and he was worried.

He rounded another corner before finding himself on the street and looking for Key. He managed to find a parking spot for a moment as he found the location that she said she had been at, along with the general area that the GPS had indicated and after stepping out of the car, found her slightly hidden away.

"Key!" He said as he ran up to her, giving her a quick once-over to ensure that she really didn't need to be taken to the hospital. "Are you sure you're good enough to go home? I can still take you to the hospital or something." He said as he noticed the nasty red lines on her arm. "We can say you were attacked by an angry racoon." There was a small attempt at some humor, but what he said was out of concern. He didn't want to just ask the question of if she was all right or okay because clearly she wasn't!

Derrick thought about the situation for a moment, really wondering if going home would be the better option before sighing. If she thought that there was some magic involved in her wound, the hospital would either make it better or worse. "All right, let's get home then. Just tell me if I'm going too fast." He said as he lead her to the car and into the front passenger's seat, making sure she was comfortable before finally closing the door and moving over to the driver's seat.

"You catch the name of the Agent?" He asked, trying to get her mind off of her wound if even just a little bit as he pulled away from the curb, making a U-turn and heading back toward their apartment. "And if there's anything specific you want to eat, let me know. I'll make it after we address your wound."

"Let's make sure to send a message out about him after we get you all cleaned up and better." He said, taking a turn a bit sharply. "Sorry. Just trying to get home quickly." He said as he drove them home. "That I can do." Pasta dish it was. They had the noodles, they had the sauce, they had whatever else they may have wanted to add into it, it wouldn't take long.

"Hopefully we can just clean it out really well with water. We definitely want you to get under the faucet when we get home." He would find their first aid kit and whatever else he thought might be needed for such a wound. "We'll be there soon." At least as soon as he can without catching any police attention. "Is there anything else you want? I know you'll need the rest to heal up from this wound. Just let me know if you need anything."

"All right I'll do that then. I'm not sure how far it will get out, but at least it's better than nothing." He had a few others he had in mind, and he hoped that they would spread the word, but with how disorganized Order felt, it may only get to a few other people. Better than nothing but they really needed some better way to send these messages out.

"Of course." He said with a chuckle. He was concerned for her, but he was glad that she would let him help her out with that. He didn't want her falling and hurting herself in some other way. Then he really would have to take her to the hospital. "After that we can have dinner and then we can relax in the living room."

"Whatever you want Key." He said as he made the final turn towards their apartment complex. Luckily there was underground parking that they were able to use so they could just take the elevator to their floor. He gently stopped in their parking space and moved over to Key's door to open it and help her get out. "Let me know if you would rather be carried." He said with a chuckle. He was serious as well however, he did not want her to force herself to walk when he could easily take them up to their floor and then the apartment door.

"Don't fall asleep just yet. We're almost there. The bath will be nice."

"Of course." He said with a small smiled, making sure that she wasn't buckled in any longer, lifted her up in his arms and closed the door with his foot, the car automatically locking as the door was shut. He had already gotten his keys out and positioned his hand so that he could easily unlock the door and push the buttons on the elevator to go up to their floor.

After a few minutes they were finally on the floor where their apartment was, and Derrick unceremoniously opened the door with the key, before opening it the rest of the way with his foot. He set her on the couch. "I'll get the bath ready. Go ahead and remove your clothes, I can take care of them." He said as he moved towards the bathroom, drawing the water and put one of her favorite, and for special occasions only, bath bombs in before going back out. "Bath is ready. You need any help getting into it?"

Derrick let out another small smile. "Of course, whatever you wish for." He said, helping to guide her to the bathroom. They could make it an intimate moment, but more in the "taking care of your partner's serious injuries" way rather than the more pleasurable. He would make sure that he was able to help her with her wounds as much as she could and get as much sleep as possible. She was going to need it for such a wound.

Dinner would have to be heated using a microwave later.