A/N: I never imagined that I'd be writing a fanfic, 1: because I cant write and 2: because I cant write. Ive been waiting for someone to write the perfect headcannon where Det. Joss Carter doesn't die, ive read a few and they're good but I'm going to try and show how I hope for things to be. Sorry for any grammatical errors, I typed this on my tablet. I hope this story will inspire a good writer, who will then make it better. I'm trying to stick to the storyline as best I can soo here it is.
Disclaimer: Anything relative to POI, I dont own, just the story. No copywrite infringement intended
P.S. Ed Sheerans Skinny
Love inspired me
"C'mon skinny love just last the year, pour a little salt we were never here"
-Skinny Love by: Ed Sheeran
"Just stay with me..." John stared off into the distance, past Finch, with a lifeless Joss in his arms. Nothing left to do, to say. The terrible ache in his chest made itself known with every beat of his heart. His wounds became relevant to him then, only to have everything fade to black.
For a minute there Harold was truly helpless. He'd always considered himself a quick thinker, an intelligent man, a genius even, but now... what could he do? Two of the closest people in his life could be dead. The pay phone's incessant ringing stopped. Finch went over to the couple as fast as he was able and checked for a pulse. John's was faint, Carter's... a hard sob escaped Harolds mouth. He quickly ran back to his car then pulled up beside the two. He could hear the commotion inside the precinct, the cops had heard the gun shots and it was only a matter of time before they would get their weapons and come out to find a dead cop, a formerly wanted man, and well, him. He had to get John out of here. As he laid Reese across the backseat he contemplated grabbing Joss, his pace quickened when he heard the sirens and saw the cops cautiously coming out of the glass doors. Harold couldn't contol his tears as he pulled off the curb and scurried down the street, the scene of police surrounding Joss, getting smaller each second, through his rear view mirror.
"THAT'S DETECTIVE CARTER!" yelled Smitz
"The ambulance is on its way, i-is she dead?" Officer Tamara Dornes hollered over to her partner. She watched as a quarter of the 8th precinct scattered to find the shooter.
Darren Smitz, a rookie had come to admire Det. Carter a lot. She'd made a name for herself as an intelligent investigator and an unstoppable force 'The Woman Who Stopped HR'. Who did this? It had to be one of them. He kneeled down to check, not really sure if he could since his hand wouldn't stop shaking. An ambulamce pulled up beside him and the paramedics hopped out and ran over.
One EMT spoke "Pulse?"
Darren stood up, heart pumping, lost "I-I c-could tell s-she, that's Detective Carter, she's shot t-twice...I.." Never had he ever seemed so cluless. 'Much help' he thought to himself.
"Come on get her into the truck, one. Two. THREE!" The two paramedics put her on the stretcher, lifted her onto the gurney, put an oxygen mask on her and put her in the back of the truck. The driver ran to the front while the other stayed with Joss and started working with the other EMT in the back.
Darren ran up to them "Save her?" He meant it to come off as a command but it ended up sounding more like a plea. The doors closed and the ambulance zoomed down the road. Not even an hour ago he gave her a congratulatory handshake and in return she gave him a big smile and a thank you before turning and heading off to question the man brought in for carrying an unregistered weapon. He had lied to the paramedics sort of, he did check Det. Carter for a pulse, he just didn't want to tell them he couldn't find one. "I'm sure you'll figure it out..." He whispered to the faint sound of the siren off in the distance.
"Her wounds are closed, I've stopped the bleeding." EMT Anastasia Clerveaux stated. James was too distracted trying to get a pulse. He knew this woman, his daughter went to school with her son Tyler, Taylor? She always seemed so kind.
"Start up the defibrillator, CPR isn't cutting it" Anastasia unbuttoned the detective's shirt the rest of the way and did as she was instructed. James rubbed the two electrodes together. "One. Two. THREE. CLEAR! " The detective's body jerked. Still flatline. "One. Two. THREE. CLEAR" It jerked again. Still flatline "One. Two-"
"James-"
"THREE. CLEAR!" Jerk. Flatline..
"James, I understand your anxiety but we're here to TRY and fix her, now clear your mind and get it together."
"She has a son Tasia, she-"
BEEP
The two medics couldn't believe their ears, they turned towards the monitor and saw the dip in the line.
BEEP
They didn't waste time by looking dumbfounded. James started pumping her chest more, guiding her heart towards how it was suppose to beat. Tasia pumped air into her lungs. Carter's body was weak now but she was strong and it was responding.
"Good good, she's responding, " Tasia said to James while coaxing Carter, "You're responding, c'mon girl you're okay."
A voice then came over the reciever on James's shoulder "We're nearly here" Said the driver, EMT Kyle Corwin. The truck gently, but swiftly came to a hault. The back doors swung open. "Come on I got 'er."
"We got a pulse, she's a fighter." Said an enthusiastic Tasia.
They pulled the gurney out and rushed Det. Carter into the anxious arms of her nurses and doctors. Kyle and James stood back and watched Anastasia fill the doctors in on Carter's condition as they rolled her away.
"Sir, yes. Somethings come up...the detective and our little friend have been injured, mhmmm well I'm not sure, we lost him. Someone drove off with him. Maybe his boss, the 'man behind the man' Yes, I did call with some good news, the detective is in the hospital. She is alive, so we can go ahead as planned with just a slight detour... Sir, I'm on it." The accented man nodded to his driver and he and his crew were off to St. Johns.
So whadjah think... too bad? Ahh idk
