* As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.

* The story takes place after my other stories (except the K/K-femslash ones). I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^

* As always, thanks to BlueOrbs998 for your enthusiasm and support. :D

Pupukahi i holomua
(Unite to move forward.)

Prologue.

She slowly opened her eyes again, tears making their way out from the corners of her eyes as they were sore from the dust and dirt around her, and also from the pain screaming through her body. It was going away though, she was beginning to get numb and that scared her even more. No pain meant relief, in so many ways, but she did not want to die here, not now. She couldn't afford to, she needed to survive to be able to take care of her family. She had children she needed to care for, they needed their mother, and she had a husband that she loved.

Her husband…

He was down here too, down here among all the debris, hurt. She couldn't see him though, it was too dark and she couldn't move, not even an inch. She hurt too bad. And she couldn't feel her body. She had already lost the feeling in her legs and her she could feel the hot liquid of stinging sensation going through her arms, up into her shoulders and down into her fingers. Her back was hurt, she knew it, and now losing control over her limbs, she was getting worried over just how hurt it was.

She didn't know for how long she had been lying down here, nor did she know for how much longer she would have to fight it through before help arrived. They had been checking out a building earlier this day, or was it yesterday?

She just couldn't tell time anymore. Everything seemed to be standing still, the faint sound of her husband's wrist watch ticking not too far away was the only sound that made her aware of the fact that time was obviously still moving on, second by second it was heading towards a future that she didn't know if she would be a part of.

There had been someone planting out bombs in different buildings and they thought the suspect could be hiding out here. She and her husband had gotten down into the basement to check, and the house had gone off in flames, the three story building collapsing above them, sending everything crashing down upon them. They had not even seen it coming, not even expected it to be a bomb in this building, but now as she was lying her, covered in heavy concrete debris, she knew that had made a fatal mistake. How could they have been so stupid to not even realize what could happen? Not even bothering to check first before heading into the lower part of the brick house.

It was a decision she knew for sure she would always regret.

Her legs had taken the worst hit, they were slammed down towards the ground underneath a huge block of concrete, and she feared that her ankles that had been broken not too long ago was badly injured once again. Her back had hit something uneven as she fell hard, and then the concrete falling on top of her stomach had not really helped in any way. Her back had cracked loudly against the uneven base and she did not remember much after that, guessing that the hard impact had tossed her into the world of darkness for a while. She had no idea how badly injured her back was, but as she had woken up again she had just decided to stay as absolutely still as possible, waiting for help to arrive. Someone must've noticed an entire house in the center of Washington falling down to a pile of bricks. At least her coworkers on the other floors and outside, if they, by chance, had made it. She hoped so.

Worry crawled through her bones as she tried looking around, but her entire body complaining as she moved even a little. Instead she cleared her throat. Even if she was hurt, she could still talk.

"Tommy?"

She was met with silence, but she could hear wheezing breathing not too far away. The respiratory was strained and labored, but she could still hear her husband breathe. He was there, he was close and he was alive, but she wanted him to be unhurt too and awake. She wanted him to answer her and tell her that he was alright, that they would make it out of there together and go back home and raise their kids. She didn't want her kids to lose both their parents, she needed Tommy to be alright because she wasn't sure if she would be. The numbness was quickly spreading through her body, and it scared her a lot.

"Tommy?" She said again, little louder this time and she heard how he inhaled loudly.

"I'm h-here." He whispered, stuttering, but still talking.

"Are you alright?" She whispered, closing her eyes as she held her breath while waiting for an answer.

"D-d-don't worry about me. H-how a-are you?" Tommy whispered, whereupon she exhaled. Those words did not mean he was unhurt, but she did feel relief wash over her. He would be alright, he had to be alright. At least he was talking. Telling her not to worry. That was her man for sure.

"I can't feel my body anymore." She said in a small voice. "I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, don't worry. We're going to be helped, they will get us out of here and help us. In the meantime, just keep talking to me. I'm here with you all the time honey, just talk to me."

Kris inhaled a breathe as she let the tears fall down from the corners of here eyes. She was scared, even if she didn't want to show it, she was. The worry and fear about becoming paralyzed was shooting through her body stronger and stronger the more feeling she lost in her hands, fingers, tendons and ligaments.

This just couldn't be happening. But Tommy was close to her and him speaking to her in a soft loving tone made her calm down. She would be alright. Soon the firemen would get them free and help them home and she would have Tommy and the rest of her family next to her side as she recovered. It would be okay.

"Are you stuck?" Tommy asked, and Kris draw a breath. She sure was stuck, her legs and abdomen was slammed down hard.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. We'll get help soon. Just hang on until then, okay?" Tommy whispered. Kris could hear how he was trying to hide the pain in his voice, and the stream of tears running from her eyes kept growing. She knew he was in pain but he was fighting so hard to not let her know. He was strong, he would be okay.

Tommy closed his eyes for a bit as he had told Kris not to worry. He had no idea if he had convinced her but he hoped so. He hadn't convinced himself though. He couldn't see much in the darkness that surrounded them but he had felt with his hands over his body, and in horror realized that a thick pole was sticking up through his abdomen along with parts that were supposed to be inside of him. He knew he didn't have much time and he could feel life leave him, but he could not leave Kris alone down here by herself, and he was going to hang on until help arrived, that was for sure.

He just prayed that help would be quick.

Short prologue/teaser. I'm off to Sicily in a few hours. Miss me! ;D