So I finally finished the first chapter of my new story! Hope you enjoy it guys :)
'You're not coming, Henry.' Jo said, picking up her bullet proof vest and putting it on.
'Why not?' Henry questioned, leaning on the edge of her desk.
'Umm, let me see,' Jo tilted her head on the side. 'is this a dangerous operation?' Henry opened his mouth to speak but Jo cut him off before he could start. 'That was rhetorical. There is no way you're coming, Henry. Absolutely not.' Henry sighed looking resigned.
'Why the long face doc?' Hanson asked, walking up to Jo's desk.
'I'm not allowed to accompany you detectives to the factory.' Henry said, referring to the building the detectives were going to. Hanson looked taken aback.
'Why not? Lieutenant Reece not let you or something? As long as you wait outside I don't see a problem.' Henry gave a wry grin, glancing at Jo.
'Detective Martinez, actually.' Hanson chuckled softly, looking over at Jo.
'Aw come on Jo. Let the doc come. But you wait outside, yeah?' He said turning to Henry, how inclined his head.
'Of course.'
'If you don't wait outside, I will personally kill you.' Jo told Henry, smiling slightly.
'That's if he's not already dead.' Hanson spoke up.
'True.' Jo nodded. 'If you die I'll have you brought back to life so I can kill you again.'
'I look forward to it.' Henry spoke quietly, laughing slightly. 'Although I assure you I'll wait outside.'
'Stay here, Henry.' Jo whispered over her shoulder as she crept forward, her gun in her hands. Hanson followed a few paces behind, with a few other cops. Henry smiled to himself. She worried about him too much. Worried that he would get hurt. Worried that he would get killed.
He waited outside the abandoned, derelict building, listneing for the call of 'Clear!', so he could join the others inside. He surveyed the broken windows on the ground floor, the glass glittering in the late afternoon sun where it had fallen on the grass.
Henry waited a few more minutes, growing restless. The silence engulfed him as he wondered what was taking them so long. He began walking towards the building, the knee high grass making a swishing sound as he strode through it. He entered the building, feeling the air cool as he stepped out of the sun. Henry flinched slightly as he took a step and the sound echoed all around the room. If he listened closely he could hear the steps of others echoing around from the other rooms.
Frowning he began walking towards a door leading into another large room. As Henry passed through the doorway he realised that with all the echoes it was impossible to tell who was where and what they were doing. If the person they were looking for was in the building, they could escape easily, as long as they didn't encounter a police officer.
Henry passed under the doorway, slowly turning to examine the room. It appeared to be what used to by the main room of the building, with old desks and chairs stacked around the edge. As Henry continued examining the room he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He spun around to see… nothing but a pile of tables, chairs and broken bookcases.
Maybe it was a mouse or something. Henry thought, trying to convince himself. He took a few steps closer, the echoes of his footsteps echoing around the room, combining with the echoes of the other detectives. Cautiously he rounded the edge of the pile and saw…
'Jo!' He cried, rushing to her side. She was lying in a large pool of blood, a bullet wound in her stomach just under the bottom of her vest. Her eyes were full of fear.
'Oh, Jo.' Henry said softly, putting his hands on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. It wouldn't work though, he knew that. Jo needed urgent medical attention if she was to survive. Henry felt the tears rise in his eyes as he contemplated another person he loved leaving.
'I-I didn't hear them…the echoes…' Jo whispered, eyes
'Shhh, don't try and talk.' Henry said, reaching for her pocket where he knew he would find her phone. There were medical staff waiting outside the building; a requirement for high risk cases . To his surprise Jo raised her hand, pushing his away weakly.
'It's to-too late, He…Henry. Even I know…know that. You hav…have to go. H-he might come ba…ack. Find Hanson an-and the ot..others.' Her eyes closed slowly. 'Please, Henry.' She breathe quietly.
'No, you're going to be okay.' Henry said, mainly to himself. Jo's eyes flickered open. 'Jo, stay with me!' Henry said, feeling relieved when he saw her eyes open. The hope in his eyes faded as he saw the life in Jo's beginning to fade. 'Hold on, Jo. It's going to be fine.' He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. Her eyes briefly focused on his face before slowly shutting again.
'Hen-Henry, please… go. I don't want… want you hu…urt.' Her breathing was slowing now.
'I'm not going anywhere, Jo.' Henry said softly. 'I'm sorry I couldn't do more.' Jo's eyes opened once more, filled with pain.
'No, Henry. I'm sor-sorr…' Jo breathed out, her breath rattling in her lungs. Henry waited for her chest to rise again, but the breath never came. Her head rolled to the side, and her hand relaxed in his.
Cliffhanger! Sorry... I should have the next chapter up some time towards the end of this week, hopefully before the weekend, but no promises... 'till next time :)