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Lindsay found Peter. He immediately took her by the shoulders, his eyes glittering with joy. He couldn’t say a thing. Instead of it he dragged her through a small door, hidden behind shelves. Peter stayed in the door and watched Lindsay making slow progress. He felt great, the feeling he hadn’t had for a long time. A big smile lit up his face.
"Oh my God," Anton whispered that was also standing behind him. "Who is that?" Praeger asked, who arrived there as well.
"Connor?" Lindsay whispered quietly, approaching the bed, where a man was lying without moving, attached to a provisory oxygen mask and to a dropper, its bag empty. She saw his chest moving. Unshed tears filled her eyes. She kneed in front of the bed. Yes, it was Connor Doyle, there was no doubt about it. Though his hair was a bit longer and he had a beard, she would always recognize his face.
She tenderly removed a lock of hair from his forehead. He didn’t seem to have fever. "Connor?" she whispered again. "Can you hear me? It’s me, Lindsay..."
She tenderly brushed his cheek and held his hand with traces of old and new pitches. What did they do with him here? How did he come here? And who was responsible for it? These were questions and she didn’t know the answers but it was all the same to her now. For there was only this moment, this wonderful moment, that will forever stay in her memory.
"Connor?" she whispered something into his ear, something that was meant only for the two of them.
Suddenly his hand slightly pressed hers and a slight grin came to his face. Lindsay cautiously removed the oxygen mask.
Then he slowly opened eyes. His eyes. How much she missed these wonderful blue gray eyes! She looked at him and he looked at her.
A tear ran down her cheek. Connor tenderly wept it away with his finger. He smiled. He opened his mouth, as if wishing to tell something. Lindsay bent down to him.
"May I invite you for a dinner, Lindsay? I’ve got to catch up a lot..."
"Yes, right," Elsinger put down the receiver into its cradle. He leant back in his heavy chair, smiling. Everything went as he wanted it to be: the saving, the parasite, the tests and the anonymous call. No one would think he was an initiator and so he could really get everything he wanted. He had the parasite and he didn’t have to dismiss an excellent Case Manager. Now that Connor was back so "surprisingly", he could be put back into his team. If only all his plans went that smooth...
The End
1 August, 2001,
By Steffanie Tallen
Translated by Anastasia
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