2.2A. Eleanor Roosevelt quote.
[This 'ties' with a case that is going around in sixwordstories; Catherine = willows_csilv and is used with permission from her lovely mun. <3 Second part to this]
A. "You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'...You must do the thing you think you cannot do." ~Eleanor Roosevelt
Watching the warehouse from the distance, Jake could feel the adrenaline running through him at a speed that almost made him buzz. When he was this wired for a case it was truly a wonder how he managed to stay still sometimes, but in his head it was simple. All that energy was directed at a certain goal, and this one had a very clear one in mind: Get Lindsay out, and get her to safety. Hadn't that been what he had told Catherine?
Home. With her. Safe.
He wasn't going to allow anyone to stand in the way of that.
Ever since coming back to work, Jake had been gradually allowed to deal with big cases. He already knew his lieutenant worried that he might snap at any given moment, because losing a child was never easy to deal with and it was even harder when it had happened while on his watch, but to Jake that was all nonsense. Yes, he had lost his son. Yes, it had been his fault. Yes, he had done mistakes with his last case, but that had been a reason - the main one - why he had gone back to work. There was not much left to lose after you lose your child. You do your best to get some sort of absolution with the work you do and the lives you safe, and that was what Jake was trying to do.
That was what he was going to do.
"He doesn't seem to realize we're here," he suddenly heard Charlie say as he stood next to him, looking towards the warehouse as well. After a beat, "Ready?"
Jake gave a nod that was barely visible and turned to look at the other officers that were waiting for a signal. Some were probably very opposed to him being the one in charge after being gone four years from the department, but this was his case; no one was going to step in. "Get that girl out alive. Got it?"
And leave the bastard to me, he almost added in as they began to move in closer, but he figured they already knew that went without saying.
Some things never changed, after all.
* * *
Finding their way inside the warehouse hadn't been hard to do. Which had left a bad taste in Jake's mouth right away, and every instinct told him it was a trap, but the need to get Lindsay out was stronger than anything else he could have been feeling.
Sure enough, though, once inside, a gunshot rang through the dimmed space and a grunt was heard a few feet from Jake.
"Get out of here," the shooter said, and right away Jake could see him aiming at where he figured the other officers were. "This is not your game."
"Funny thing about that, actually," Jake responded, walking quietly and carefully closer to him. The shooter turned to look at him, and Jake held his gaze. "I got invited to it." He glanced over at where the tub was, noticed that the water was already up to Lindsay's shoulders, and turned back to the man. "Let the girl go."
"Why?"
"Don't ask stupid questions." Another gunshot was heard, one that zoomed past Jake, but not close enough for him to worry. "Put the gun down and let the girl go."
"She and I are playing a game. This is not for you!"
Jake continued as if he hadn't heard him. "I'm going to count to three so you can think about this. One--" Yet another gunshot was heard, one that grazed his left arm this time, but Jake just tightened his jaw shut for a second before shooting the man in the shoulder. "Three."
The sight of the man dropping the gun as he fell was enough for the rest of the team to move in. Jake moved in closer, gun still aimed at him just in case, but there was no need. He knew there was no need. It actually wasn't until Charlie put a hand on his shoulder that he realized he wanted to empty a clip in the man that had been holding her hostage for the simple fact that he had abducted someone's child. He had been about to kill Lindsay, just how Ian had killed Alex.
"Jake--"
But before Charlie could say or ask anything, Jake was already moving towards the tub where Lindsay had been. Two other officers had already gotten her out and had started to remove the blindfold, cuffs and shackles she was tied with.
"Lindsay?" he asked as gently as he could, kneeling in front of her. When she turned to look at him, he did his best to smile as reassuringly as he could. Looking at her all he kept thinking was about his own daughter, his Valerie, and unconsciously he rubbed her arm gently once an officer wrapped a blanket around her as if to help her keep warm. The paramedics were already on their way; they'd get her out soon. "Hey, kid. Your mom's on her way, okay? We'll get you out of here. It's all over, I promise."
A nod was his response as she shook, and Jake nodded slightly again as if reassuring her of the fact that it was over once more.
Home. With you. Safe, he had told Catherine.
He had the safe part covered. They'd meet up with Catherine in the hospital so the other two could be done as well.
Jake Leonard
Original Character
922 words
A. "You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'...You must do the thing you think you cannot do." ~Eleanor Roosevelt
Watching the warehouse from the distance, Jake could feel the adrenaline running through him at a speed that almost made him buzz. When he was this wired for a case it was truly a wonder how he managed to stay still sometimes, but in his head it was simple. All that energy was directed at a certain goal, and this one had a very clear one in mind: Get Lindsay out, and get her to safety. Hadn't that been what he had told Catherine?
Home. With her. Safe.
He wasn't going to allow anyone to stand in the way of that.
Ever since coming back to work, Jake had been gradually allowed to deal with big cases. He already knew his lieutenant worried that he might snap at any given moment, because losing a child was never easy to deal with and it was even harder when it had happened while on his watch, but to Jake that was all nonsense. Yes, he had lost his son. Yes, it had been his fault. Yes, he had done mistakes with his last case, but that had been a reason - the main one - why he had gone back to work. There was not much left to lose after you lose your child. You do your best to get some sort of absolution with the work you do and the lives you safe, and that was what Jake was trying to do.
That was what he was going to do.
"He doesn't seem to realize we're here," he suddenly heard Charlie say as he stood next to him, looking towards the warehouse as well. After a beat, "Ready?"
Jake gave a nod that was barely visible and turned to look at the other officers that were waiting for a signal. Some were probably very opposed to him being the one in charge after being gone four years from the department, but this was his case; no one was going to step in. "Get that girl out alive. Got it?"
And leave the bastard to me, he almost added in as they began to move in closer, but he figured they already knew that went without saying.
Some things never changed, after all.
* * *
Finding their way inside the warehouse hadn't been hard to do. Which had left a bad taste in Jake's mouth right away, and every instinct told him it was a trap, but the need to get Lindsay out was stronger than anything else he could have been feeling.
Sure enough, though, once inside, a gunshot rang through the dimmed space and a grunt was heard a few feet from Jake.
"Get out of here," the shooter said, and right away Jake could see him aiming at where he figured the other officers were. "This is not your game."
"Funny thing about that, actually," Jake responded, walking quietly and carefully closer to him. The shooter turned to look at him, and Jake held his gaze. "I got invited to it." He glanced over at where the tub was, noticed that the water was already up to Lindsay's shoulders, and turned back to the man. "Let the girl go."
"Why?"
"Don't ask stupid questions." Another gunshot was heard, one that zoomed past Jake, but not close enough for him to worry. "Put the gun down and let the girl go."
"She and I are playing a game. This is not for you!"
Jake continued as if he hadn't heard him. "I'm going to count to three so you can think about this. One--" Yet another gunshot was heard, one that grazed his left arm this time, but Jake just tightened his jaw shut for a second before shooting the man in the shoulder. "Three."
The sight of the man dropping the gun as he fell was enough for the rest of the team to move in. Jake moved in closer, gun still aimed at him just in case, but there was no need. He knew there was no need. It actually wasn't until Charlie put a hand on his shoulder that he realized he wanted to empty a clip in the man that had been holding her hostage for the simple fact that he had abducted someone's child. He had been about to kill Lindsay, just how Ian had killed Alex.
"Jake--"
But before Charlie could say or ask anything, Jake was already moving towards the tub where Lindsay had been. Two other officers had already gotten her out and had started to remove the blindfold, cuffs and shackles she was tied with.
"Lindsay?" he asked as gently as he could, kneeling in front of her. When she turned to look at him, he did his best to smile as reassuringly as he could. Looking at her all he kept thinking was about his own daughter, his Valerie, and unconsciously he rubbed her arm gently once an officer wrapped a blanket around her as if to help her keep warm. The paramedics were already on their way; they'd get her out soon. "Hey, kid. Your mom's on her way, okay? We'll get you out of here. It's all over, I promise."
A nod was his response as she shook, and Jake nodded slightly again as if reassuring her of the fact that it was over once more.
Home. With you. Safe, he had told Catherine.
He had the safe part covered. They'd meet up with Catherine in the hospital so the other two could be done as well.
Jake Leonard
Original Character
922 words