Title: Too Far Now
Show: LOCI
Pairing: It's BA but…um…just read.
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own anything. This is written for pure enjoyment only and no profit to be gained!
Rating: T Plus. Very graphic, alcohol, death, etc.
Spoilers: None really. This is more in regards to the news about one of them being killed off.
Authors Note: I've been in a very depressing mood lately. Life sucks. What's knew? When I'm depressed the story can only be written in one genre; angst. I started this about a two weeks ago. This is set in the time frame around, eh, the end of season 8. Kind of my response to the news about Criminal Intent. And, as far as I'm concerned they can shove it!
Summary: Tragedy strikes. Character death; maybe times 2. I haven't decided yet. I'm still writing it.
CHAPTER: 1 Life's Too Short
It wasn't a routine arrest; although what's a routine arrest nowadays anyway. But they'd done it more times then they could count. They even took extra precaution with this man. They couldn't loose him; it was unacceptable for him to escape. He was wanted for murder in five states; Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, and Nevada. After ending his murder spree on the west coast, he fled to New York hoping to disguise himself and start over; start over with life or cold blooded murder, no one was sure.
He wasn't your average murder suspect. He was college education, had a good stable job in Seattle, Washington until something went wrong. He lost it. Something in his life set him off. He went on a killing spree and was able to make it to New York without the state police, in any of the five states, catching him. The NYPD was following up on a tip of someone living in an apartment complex fitting his description.
Dozens of police officers swarmed the apartment complex he rented under a pseudonym. Alex, Bobby, and Ross were among the officers involved; in fact, they were the first to arrive on scene. They waited until a few more officers arrived before they even thought about entering the building. After the perimeter was surrounded, they entered. As they came up the stairs and onto the 3rd floor, Ross led the pack. At the time, Bobby didn't think twice about it. He let his boss lead the way and followed not far behind. Apparently this was somewhat personal for Ross; somehow he knew one of the victims.
Bobby never did find out how.
As they rounded the corner and came near the murder suspects' apartment door, Ross pounded on the door once. That's as far as he got. He wasn't even able to yell 'Police!' The man was ready for them.
It was such a fucking rookie mistake. He exposed himself to the man even if it wasn't his entire body. It was enough.
The sound of gunfire rang throughout the entire apartment. Officers hit the floor in every which direction. The entire door was blown apart within a matter of seconds including part of the door frame. The son of a bitch was waiting for them with a shotgun in hand. He was tipped off and he didn't care who he took out. He knew the game was up. After firing several shotgun shells, he turned a 9mm on himself in the head. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Everything happened so fast. Bobby remembers everything. He remembers how everything went silent within a matter of seconds. It was eerie it was so fucking silent; it felt like that whole world had gone quiet. He remembers hearing a 9mm go off. He remembers, even before checking himself, looking over in the direction where Alex laid. Thankful she was looking over at him, he nodded towards her and she nodded back. It was all the confirmation he needed for now. He also remembers quickly looking around the corner from where he lied on the ground to see their suspect dead; a pool of blood already forming around his body.
And then, as Bobby got up on his knees, he saw it.
There was so much blood. He was covered in it. He'd never seen so much, not even at a crime scene; especially on a live person. Blood was spattered in every which way. He wiped at the front of his bullet proof vest but to no avail. There wasn't really a point to it except to check himself. There was just too much for it to be his. He glanced up and immediately found the source of the blood.
He couldn't control himself as he turned to the side, still on his knees, and threw up what little contents he had in his stomach.
He couldn't believe he had missed it before but there was so much debris, so much destruction.
He thought he heard Alex say something, maybe even vomit herself, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't look. He was too fucking sick. And he was too numb to be embarrassed; he was too paralyzed and in shock to fucking care about anything.
And no officer was going to judge him for it either. Most had been there or near the point of breaking before.
Noise started to pick up in the hallway again. Police officers rounded the corner where the bomb-like sound occurred not 30 seconds ago. Some officers turned their heads, others ran in the opposite direction, vomiting. Bobby could hear a few rookies from around the corner throwing up their lunch. It made his stomach churn; like a violent washing machine turning out of control. It hurt. It scared him.
"Don't touch him." Bobby growled at one of the officers who started to reach down.
Alex had finally gotten to her feet but was utterly still. She had her hands covering her face. She, too, had blood on her; not nearly as much as Bobby though.
Bobby got up and walked over to where Captain Ross' body laid. There were pieces of the door covering him which Bobby softly removed to expose the true damage that had occurred to him.
"He was dead before he hit the ground." One of the officers murmured to another officer.
In an instance, Bobby had that officer slammed up against the wall.
"B-Bobby…" Alex shakily said.
"Leave." Bobby snarled.
"W-What?" The frightened officer asked.
"Get the fuck out. Now!" Bobby roared to the officer whom quickly complied.
It was true though. Half of Ross's face was missing, debris was stuck in it; his bullet proof vest did no good. There was no point in checking for a pulse, but he knew it was protocol to do so. Slowly Bobby walked over to his body and reached down. There was nothing. He pulled his two fingers back which were now coated in his boss's blood; similar to his other hand.
Everything from here on out happened so quickly. He was taken out by the police chief he thinks. He remembered hesitantly leaving the hallway. He can't remember the order in which everything happened. He recalled Alex by his side the entire time. He wasn't sure if it was because she felt lost and had no where else to go, that she needed to be with Bobby, or that she was afraid to leave him. He didn't ask either way. He didn't speak. He didn't fucking care at the moment. He also remembered sitting on the back of an ambulance and getting a few stitches in his forehead from where some debris hit him but he didn't care. A scratch wasn't going to kill him. Bobby remembered staring down at all the blood on him. Someone from CSU came and took his vest and shirt he was wearing underneath it. He didn't know what the fuck was the point but he complied numbly. He heard sirens fill the streets, people talking, cameras flashing, news and media reporting, but everything seemed to go deathly silent again. It was then that he looked up and saw a body bag being wheeled out.
Bobby stood up stunned. He couldn't blink; he couldn't breathe. Rarely had there ever been a body removed so quickly.
I guess there's not much to investigate here. Bobby thought. It's over.
Bobby tried to walk over to him but his feet would not budge. They felt so heavy; like his shoes were filled with cement. He was unable to move. He watched as they loaded his boss's body into the coroner's vehicle. He continued to watch and after a few minutes, the car slowly drove away.
He was suddenly very angry. There was no hospital to go to. There was no time to prey to god to save a man's life. Nothing. It was over before anyone knew what had happened. There was no time to react or wish they had done things differently. There was no hope.
And for some reason, Bobby looked to be taking it the hardest. They, Ross and Bobby, had their differences, sure, but they both still respected one another. No matter how much of an ass Bobby thought Ross could be at times, he'd never wished this upon anyone.
Bobby looked over in the direction where Alex was. She was still standing next to him, but he was staring right past her. He looked to be miles away. She reached over and gripped his arm firmly; for once allowing herself to touch him, to try and comfort him. She didn't give a damn who saw. He glanced down at her but he felt nothing. And Alex swore she saw a tear in his eye that was threatening to fall. She couldn't recall ever seeing him cry before. It scared her.
Before she could say anything to him, he pulled his arm away from her grip and said, "I need to go."
Alex stood their stunned as she watched her partner get into the SUV and take off. She wasn't sure if him leaving her hurt worse than Ross' death or not.
Did he drive here? How did he get the keys?
Everything was such a blur as Alex stood in the middle of the street, alone. She swallowed hard and shivered as the lights from the sirens reflected off her wet face as she watched her partner drive further and further away.
A/N: Hey guys! *waves* Wow. It's been quite a while since I've posted anything. Ever since I heard the news about VDO and KE's fate, I kind of stop writing (not sure if it was in protest or not). Anyway, I keep getting bugged by a few people to post something so here it is. LOL This is not my best fic but it's one that I've wanted to do and needed to do. There should be 2 more chapters. It won't be too long but please be patient on the update! School is keeping me busy! Please let me know what you think so far...
-Snyder-