H50 ficlet: Naturally 1/1
Title: Naturally
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Another one for hawaii_5_0_100 , this time with the prompt “betrayal.” This is a continuation of the series I’m working on and follows closely on the heels of last week’s offering. Much thanks to geminigrl11 and sendintheklowns for their beta’ing expertise.
Summary: Chin’s always been destined to be a cop.
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The Hardest Part drabble series
The Hardest Part
Equilibrium
The Big Picture
Hold On
If Anything
No Way Out
Naturally
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Chin’s spent years off the force, but his training serves him well. He’s always been destined to be a cop, and it all comes naturally. Sometimes Chin wonders how he ever walked away at all. The feeling of his gun in his hands, the confidence of moving in during a bust, the ease of securing the scene, one suspect at a time.
It’s as easy as breathing, and when the gunfire is over and Chin has his gun at the back of the last suspect, he looks up and meets Steve’s gaze with a self-satisfied nod. The plan had been to go in hot, an assault from the front with Danny and Kono taking the back. A smart plan, to the point; it’s worked.
Steve nods back, kicking the gun away from another one of the suspects. He leans down to take a pulse, brow creased grimly. “Medics and HPD shouldn’t be more than five minutes out,” he says.
Chin doesn’t move his gun, pulling out his cuffs. He hooks one wrist as the perp struggles, bearing down to finish the other, when he hears Kono’s cry.
It’s a sound he doesn’t recognize, high-pitched and desperate. He’s heard his cousin in pain and in anguish, but she’s never sounded quite like that.
Steve’s moving, face blanched slightly, before Chin can manhandle his suspect to his feet. The suspect stumbles, but Chin’s shotgun is compelling. When they scale the distance, the suspect curses, trying to turn away. There’s nowhere to go, though, and Chin lets his gun dig into the guy’s backside as he tries to look.
He sees Kono, on her knees. Her hands glisten red, a wet smear across her cheek. Steve is kneeling across from her, hands moving frantically, barking orders that Chin can’t make out.
Because he sees Danny, on his back, body sprawled loosely. Steve’s made short work of the tie, ripping the front of Danny’s shirt open, lifting the undershirt to see the marred flesh underneath.
At first, Chin can only see the blood, slicking the planes of Danny’s stomach and soaking up into the remnants of Danny’s shirts. Kono’s hands shift, pulling the dress shirt further away. Steve leans in, bearing down hard on Danny’s side. Chin catches a glimpse of the wound, a swollen hole stained red-black, before Steve’s hands cover it, blood still gushing through his sure fingers.
Kono’s fingers are shaking as they press into Danny’s neck. She looks like she might cry, but she doesn’t, her head nodding as she counts the beats.
Chin’s training betrays him, and none of it comes naturally anymore. He finds himself still standing, staring, not knowing what to do, not knowing anything at all, and he wonders why he came back at all. The feeling of doubt watching Steve put pressure on a wound that doesn’t stop bleeding, the unsettling guilt of Kono’s wet eyes as she keeps working, the fear of Danny’s still face, limp body, not moving at all.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Another one for hawaii_5_0_100 , this time with the prompt “betrayal.” This is a continuation of the series I’m working on and follows closely on the heels of last week’s offering. Much thanks to geminigrl11 and sendintheklowns for their beta’ing expertise.
Summary: Chin’s always been destined to be a cop.
-o-
The Hardest Part drabble series
The Hardest Part
Equilibrium
The Big Picture
Hold On
If Anything
No Way Out
Naturally
-o-
Chin’s spent years off the force, but his training serves him well. He’s always been destined to be a cop, and it all comes naturally. Sometimes Chin wonders how he ever walked away at all. The feeling of his gun in his hands, the confidence of moving in during a bust, the ease of securing the scene, one suspect at a time.
It’s as easy as breathing, and when the gunfire is over and Chin has his gun at the back of the last suspect, he looks up and meets Steve’s gaze with a self-satisfied nod. The plan had been to go in hot, an assault from the front with Danny and Kono taking the back. A smart plan, to the point; it’s worked.
Steve nods back, kicking the gun away from another one of the suspects. He leans down to take a pulse, brow creased grimly. “Medics and HPD shouldn’t be more than five minutes out,” he says.
Chin doesn’t move his gun, pulling out his cuffs. He hooks one wrist as the perp struggles, bearing down to finish the other, when he hears Kono’s cry.
It’s a sound he doesn’t recognize, high-pitched and desperate. He’s heard his cousin in pain and in anguish, but she’s never sounded quite like that.
Steve’s moving, face blanched slightly, before Chin can manhandle his suspect to his feet. The suspect stumbles, but Chin’s shotgun is compelling. When they scale the distance, the suspect curses, trying to turn away. There’s nowhere to go, though, and Chin lets his gun dig into the guy’s backside as he tries to look.
He sees Kono, on her knees. Her hands glisten red, a wet smear across her cheek. Steve is kneeling across from her, hands moving frantically, barking orders that Chin can’t make out.
Because he sees Danny, on his back, body sprawled loosely. Steve’s made short work of the tie, ripping the front of Danny’s shirt open, lifting the undershirt to see the marred flesh underneath.
At first, Chin can only see the blood, slicking the planes of Danny’s stomach and soaking up into the remnants of Danny’s shirts. Kono’s hands shift, pulling the dress shirt further away. Steve leans in, bearing down hard on Danny’s side. Chin catches a glimpse of the wound, a swollen hole stained red-black, before Steve’s hands cover it, blood still gushing through his sure fingers.
Kono’s fingers are shaking as they press into Danny’s neck. She looks like she might cry, but she doesn’t, her head nodding as she counts the beats.
Chin’s training betrays him, and none of it comes naturally anymore. He finds himself still standing, staring, not knowing what to do, not knowing anything at all, and he wonders why he came back at all. The feeling of doubt watching Steve put pressure on a wound that doesn’t stop bleeding, the unsettling guilt of Kono’s wet eyes as she keeps working, the fear of Danny’s still face, limp body, not moving at all.