A/N Okay so I've recently started watching Graceland and wanted to try my hand at a fic. I'm still not sure how to write the characters so I'm sorry if they happen to be a little OOC at first. This is set sometime in season 2. I think It'll be around the beginning. But it's definitely when Mike is stressed and trying to connect the buses to the Cartel.
"Man calm down. Okay?" Paul said, hands up in a surrendering position.
"I can't. I need this. If I fail…. my reputation will be tarnished. I'll forever be marked as an Agent who had beginner's luck." Mike said, a frown etched on his face.
He ran a hand through his short locks, cracking his knuckles before wiping the sweat off his brow. He had a fever and a cough, Mike knew this but he just couldn't stop. He would run his empty tank all the way until he broke down.
"Just... Can I convince you to take a break?" Briggs asked, sympathy the meaning behind his brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, but no." Mike answered sternly, twirling on his heel to head down the hall.
Mike's head spun and he sucked in a breath at the wave of vertigo. Gripping the railing Mike slammed his eyes shut, reflexively clenching and unclenching his fist. Mike felt his hearing go out in bits, his knees go out. Felt himself falling down, down, down.
Briggs shouted out, leaping out to grab the falling Agent's arm. His fingers grazed Mike's pale shoulder before he was yanked back by another hand.
"What the hell?" Briggs exploded, turning to face Johnny with a fistul of Brigg's loose grey t-shirt. Johnny took a step back, but kept his ground.
"I wasn't going to let you fall in some weird hope you could stop him."
Briggs grunted about to retort when he heard the thump. Both men forgot whatever spot they were in to sprint down the stairs. Johnny reached Mike's limp form first, he cupped the side of his head, watching the blood oozing from a wound on the front of Mike's forehead. Lifting up his eyelids, Johnny tested the reaction of his pupils trying to ignore the empty stare of his friend's ocean blue eyes. Paul was on the other side, his fingers pressed against Mike's neck feeling his pulse. His eyes trailed down Mike's body, stopping on his knee that was twisted too few degrees to the backward.
"Shit."
"What? What's wrong?" Johnny asked, taking his eyes off of his friend's ashen face. He winced at the knee, finally aware enough to pull out a phone and dial an ambulance.
"Mike. Mike. Can you hear me? Agent." Briggs shouted, lightly tapping his cheek. He swore under his breath at the lack of response.
Johnny supported Mike's neck as Briggs went to cutting away the fabric of his pant leg. Rolling up the cuff, Briggs saw the damage to it. It was out of socket, the worst dislocation Paul had seen in years. He knew that this kind of injury not only meant that the bone was out of place but ligaments had been torn. Surgery was going to put Mike out of the field for weeks.
Glancing at his watch it was if the minutes hadn't ever existed. That the half hour him and Johnny had been there was all just a mistake, a dream. It had been so long since Paul was pulling Mike out of his surveillance chair, pushing him into the hallway, insisting he take a break and ride the waves. He swallowed thickly, trying to disperse the guilt, lock it all away with a key that only his dreams could use.
The paramedics arrived, clicking a neck brace onto Mike, and securing a splint on the dislocated knee. Paul fought back nausea watching Mike being loaded into an ambulance for the second time since he'd met him. At least this time he didn't have to call Charlie and Paige and Jakes, telling them that Mike had been stabbed and he had left him to chase after some nightmare in his past. At least this time Mike had a hell of a better chance of surviving. That is if he could just reveal those baby blues.
"You can meet him at the hospital, okay?" The paramedic addressed the two male agents, patting Johnny on the shoulder before closing the doors to the vehicle and driving off.
"Start the car." Paul ordered Johnny, turning away to call his friends. Always the bearer of the bad news and never the good.
A/N So I hoped you liked this. I want to write another chapter of this and go into the other characters of Graceland but I want to know if I'll have an audience. So if you want to read more of this just leave a little review. Thanks again :)