Sometimes, the hero dies.
[dont own the chaters or the quote.]
As I lay here on the pavement, three bullets the chest, all I can think about is a silly quote I heard a long time ago. Sometimes the hero dies. Now maybe I'm getting ahead of myself after all I'm calling myself the hero. I'm not supposed to be the hero; I'm not supposed to be the night in shining armor. No people like Tony and Gibbs they're the ones that people call hero. Tony the ex-cop turned special agent. Gibbs the ex-marine sniper turned team leader. Even Ziva the ex-assassin turned U.S. citizen. Not me after all a I'm just the computer geek. MeGee the nerd, the but of the office jokes, no sees me as a hero.
I was even supposed to be here wrong time wrong place. It's all Jethro's fault, he needed to be walked, the damn dog I didn't even want, he's the reason I was passing the alley when I was. When I heard the scream I didn't think I reacted. Running to the source I was just in time to see the guypull a gun. I reacted and dove to protect the civilian. I barely heard shots fired but I felt them. My body jerked as each bullet slammed into my chest, and I heard the low growl as Jethro slammed into my attacker. The next shot hurt even though it didn't touch me. The shot hurt because Jethro had been hit.
So here I am bleeding out and the young girl I saved screams for help. Jethro is at my side nose in my hand, I can feel him getting weaker, breathing shallow breaths. I find it ironic that the dog who once tried to kill me is now dying with me. I can barely see the girl now my visions going blurry and dark but I can hear the siren getting closer. There's no longer breath against my palm and my breathing is getting very hard, last thing I hear is the world goes dark is the young girl calling me a hero. I saved her life so I guess maybe I am.