FIC: I try and read you... #3 (team, PG, 12:retaliate)
Title: I try and read you in your shifting eyes #3/?
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #12 - retaliate
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Things didn't go as planned. This is the aftermath.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money. The title is a line from a Beth Hart song.
Previous parts: #1 | #2
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #3
The paramedics arrived moments later. They had been waiting on the other side of the building. Ed's call had them burst through the doors within minutes. Two EMTs ran towards the hostage and the hostage taker, two kneeled down beside Lewis and checked him over. His breathing still didn't sound the way Greg wanted it to.
"You'll feel better with a muscle relaxant," the EMT said and cut Lewis' shirt open to get at his chest.
"What muscles?" Wordy asked, but held Lewis down when his laugh turned into a groan.
"You're the second lightest," Ed agreed, grinning. He looked at Jules. "And that's not a compliment."
Jules hit the back of Ed's head. Spike was watching the EMTs do their work, and caught Greg's laughing eyes over the broad medic's back.
Jules bent down to collect Lewis' vest then and give it an examination of her own. "That looks bad," she said, frowning.
"Can I see that gun?" she asked Spike and took a look at the clip. The bullets told her what she wanted to know. She shot Greg a look. "I really hope that's not a new trend."
Greg made a face. He was worried about that, too. Those bullets were the next best thing after cop-killer ammunition.
They watched the corpse being transported out. The guy had been on drugs, clearly not himself. The way he had looked and acted, that gun had not been bought on purpose. Still, it had almost taken one of them. And that was enough for Greg.
He nodded at the others and signaled them to go find something to do outside. Police officers were now swarming the scene, the investigation already started. They wouldn't have any trouble getting out of this one. No one could argue they had retaliated with too much force when one of their own was shot.
When the team was out, and the EMT sat Lewis on a stretcher, Greg asked them to give Lewis and him a moment.
"Hey," he said and looked at his officer.
Lewis' lips were pressed together in a half-smile.
"Thank you," Greg said. "You took that bullet because you were covering me. Thank you."
He made sure Lewis heard what he was saying. When Lewis nodded and looked relieved, Greg patted his leg. "You did good."
"You don't think I was too slow? I mean… he got a shot off," Lewis said.
"You think you should've seen it coming?" Greg asked. "Because it was directed at me? At you?"
Lewis nodded, but he looked unsure.
"No," Greg said. He smiled. "Don't believe for a second you could've seen that. I didn't. Ed didn't. Jules didn't. Wordy didn't. And Spike and Sam certainly didn't, either."
"Alright," Lewis said, relieved.
Greg nodded at him and waved the EMTs back. "You get checked out. We'll come by later to pick you up."
He watched as the EMTs took Lewis with them. Then he turned around and collected his team. Their job was done.
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end #3
part #4
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #12 - retaliate
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Things didn't go as planned. This is the aftermath.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money. The title is a line from a Beth Hart song.
Previous parts: #1 | #2
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #3
The paramedics arrived moments later. They had been waiting on the other side of the building. Ed's call had them burst through the doors within minutes. Two EMTs ran towards the hostage and the hostage taker, two kneeled down beside Lewis and checked him over. His breathing still didn't sound the way Greg wanted it to.
"You'll feel better with a muscle relaxant," the EMT said and cut Lewis' shirt open to get at his chest.
"What muscles?" Wordy asked, but held Lewis down when his laugh turned into a groan.
"You're the second lightest," Ed agreed, grinning. He looked at Jules. "And that's not a compliment."
Jules hit the back of Ed's head. Spike was watching the EMTs do their work, and caught Greg's laughing eyes over the broad medic's back.
Jules bent down to collect Lewis' vest then and give it an examination of her own. "That looks bad," she said, frowning.
"Can I see that gun?" she asked Spike and took a look at the clip. The bullets told her what she wanted to know. She shot Greg a look. "I really hope that's not a new trend."
Greg made a face. He was worried about that, too. Those bullets were the next best thing after cop-killer ammunition.
They watched the corpse being transported out. The guy had been on drugs, clearly not himself. The way he had looked and acted, that gun had not been bought on purpose. Still, it had almost taken one of them. And that was enough for Greg.
He nodded at the others and signaled them to go find something to do outside. Police officers were now swarming the scene, the investigation already started. They wouldn't have any trouble getting out of this one. No one could argue they had retaliated with too much force when one of their own was shot.
When the team was out, and the EMT sat Lewis on a stretcher, Greg asked them to give Lewis and him a moment.
"Hey," he said and looked at his officer.
Lewis' lips were pressed together in a half-smile.
"Thank you," Greg said. "You took that bullet because you were covering me. Thank you."
He made sure Lewis heard what he was saying. When Lewis nodded and looked relieved, Greg patted his leg. "You did good."
"You don't think I was too slow? I mean… he got a shot off," Lewis said.
"You think you should've seen it coming?" Greg asked. "Because it was directed at me? At you?"
Lewis nodded, but he looked unsure.
"No," Greg said. He smiled. "Don't believe for a second you could've seen that. I didn't. Ed didn't. Jules didn't. Wordy didn't. And Spike and Sam certainly didn't, either."
"Alright," Lewis said, relieved.
Greg nodded at him and waved the EMTs back. "You get checked out. We'll come by later to pick you up."
He watched as the EMTs took Lewis with them. Then he turned around and collected his team. Their job was done.
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end #3
part #4