Missing: ch 1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with CI. I'm not making any money. So please don't sue.

Rating: PG-13 Plenty of violence

A/N: Please don't hate me for this fic. This whole scene came from a dream I had about three weeks ago now. It was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a very long time. I just had to write it.

The evidence was right where they thought it was. Alex was satisfied now. They would be able to put the guy away. Bobby was holding the several files they were taking back to the station. As they walked out from the back she smiled as she heard Bobby say, "Well, Mr. Thompson. Looks like you were in pretty deep."

Her smile suddenly faded as she noticed Eric was taking off for the door. She watched Bobby immediately drop the files and take off after him, even jumping over the counter to get to him. Bobby just about reached the guy when he turned around, and shot Bobby with a .44 caliber handgun at almost completely point blank range! Alex watched with horror as Bobby fell to the floor, and she went into momentary shock along with Eric.

The four uniforms run in at this point from behind Eric, and they subdue him. One of the uniforms looked up at her. Alex was staring at Eric. She barked, "Get him out of here!"

She watched them take Eric away. She now turned her attention to Bobby. Alex ran over to him from across the store, saying his name the whole way. She kneeled down. She rolled him over onto his back and his head onto her lap to see where the bullet had entered. There was blood all over his suite. It was now getting on her. He was losing way too much blood. She saw the pain in his eyes and his shallow breathing. She took a deep breath to keep from crying. She called to him, "Bobby!? You with us here?"

Bobby was able to whisper, "I'm OK. Help me up."

Alex was annoyed to hear him say that. Did he not realize how much blood he was losing? She whispered, "Bobby, you're not Ok. And your not going anywhere right now. Just stay with me. I'm going to get help."

Before Bobby could protest she picked up her radio from her pocket, and desperately tried to stay calm as she called into the radio, "Officer down at the Copynet store on 16th street. I need an ambulance and fast."

The operator also stayed calm. It only fueled Alex closer to the brink of freak out. The operator replied, "You need an ambulance at Copynet on 16th street?"

Alex closed her eyes. She could tell that Bobby was losing consciousness. She was scared now. She yelled, "Yes. And hurry!"

Alex shut off the radio. Her hands and radio now both had blood all over them. She placed the phone beside her. She couldn't get the bleeding to even slow down. She was beginning to panic. He could bleed out before they even got there. Tears began to slowly trickle down her face as she whispered, "Don't you dare die on my Robert Goren! Come on, stay with us. Work with me here. I can't lose you. Please Bobby. Please."

Alex began peeling off his suite. She knew they would need to get to his chest. She slowly peeled off his suite jacket. She unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it off too. Then she winced as ripped off clean parts of his shirt. She knew he would kill her for doing it. She lifted up his back, and she had the piece wadded a little as she put it down and laid him back down on it. She began applying the other piece to Bobby's entrance wound on his chest, and she waited and let tears slowly run down her face, begging him to stay away, to live.

She could hear the sirens of the ambulance pulling up. She closed her eyes again, but this time she prayed that Bobby would live. She loved him, and she never wanted to think about him being gone, especially like this. The paramedics rushed in. There were four of them. Alex immediately moved Bobby's head aside slightly, and got up. Her clothes were drenched in blood now too. But she really didn't care. She stepped back and said, "I'm Detective Eames. I called it in. He's lost a lot of blood."

She watched as the four men began working on Bobby. Watching them Alex began to feel sick. Her partnership flashed before her eyes. She wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying. It was just Bobby. It was all about Bobby. That is till a paramedic called her name, "Detective Eames, we're ready to go. Do you want to come?"

Alex nodded and slowly followed them out. Nobody in the world would keep her from following them. By this point she noticed there were some other uniforms outside. She suddenly remembered the reason they had come in the first place. She looked over to one, and said rather flatly, "There's a stack of papers that are now scattered behind the front counter. Please have someone take them and my gun back to MCS please."

The officer nodded. He shakily replied, "Yes, Maam." She got into the back of the ambulance for the ride over."