Disclaimer: For the whole story… I do not own these characters. They belong to Law and Order, not me!
This story takes place during season 6. In my mind, it occurs after Brother's Keeper. BUT, this is NOT a sequel to another fan fic of mine: Now!
Characters' thoughts are in italics.
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Eames knocked on the door. "Police, please open the door. We just want to ask you some questions." They were in a walk up in the West Village. There had been a vicious murder on the floor directly above the one they were now on. They needed witnesses. They were there simply to ask questions and hopefully take a statement. No one was answering, but they heard commotion on the other side of the door. They waited. Eames knocked again.
The door opened and a small man stood before them. He was in his 50's and couldn't have been more than 5 foot 7. Eames could meet him eye to eye in her heels. He invited them in and turned to show them into the living room.
As he turned back around, she saw it. A 9mm, pointed right at them. There was a flash -- a loud crack as the man shot his gun - then another crack as Eames discharged her own weapon. The man fell, he was killed instantly.
There was another sound; another body hitting the floor. It was Goren.
Eames called 911 from the apartment phone. "Officer Down, assistance needed immediately". She knew that the dispatcher would know their location immediately if she called from the apartment, saving precious time to get to her partner.
She immediately saw the blood. It was gushing from his abdomen. She ran to him, straddling him and pushing her hand against the gaping hole. She was yelling at him. Pleading with him to hear her. She heard nothing in reply. Don't cry, Alex! She thought. You need to be strong, you need to keep Bobby alive.
Where are the damn paramedics?!
She tried to remain calm. She kept calling to him, she kept praying out loud that someone would be there soon to help her. Then she heard the sirens. She knew help was near. She was pressing on his stomach as hard as she could. She knew that if she let go, he would bleed out. There was so much blood. She kept pressing, she kept yelling his name, she kept praying.
God, you can't take him away from me. Please.
The paramedics rushed in. They were followed by patrol cops. There was a flood of activity, but Alex kept focused on the task at hand; keeping Bobby from bleeding out. Outside, she seemed totally in control. Inside she was falling apart. The paramedics needed to move Bobby, but they also knew that Alex was applying the pressure needed to keep him alive. Separating them meant risking losing the pressure needed to hold off the bleeding. The decision was made to move the two of them together. Bobby and Alex were both lifted onto the stretcher and put into the ambulance. The paramedics quickly began working on him.
Once inside the bus, Bobby came to. Alex was thrilled, but again, kept her cool. "Hey, partner", she said quietly as her eyes focused on his. "Hey", he paused, "what the hell happened"? Her heart leapt. "I'm still trying to figure it out. One minute we were being invited in to interview a potential witness and the next, we're being shot at… or… shot", Alex said as she watched his body flinch and twist. "Damn", he whispered, then closed his eyes.
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