All credit for this story goes to Dolphinrain who submitted this beautiful story to me to be posted until they can themselves.

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This wasn't supposed to be happening. This was supposed to be a simple prison transfer. Jack had called a few minutes ago to tell them Vivian was out of surgery, and she seemed to be doing fine. It was good news after a long day.

What was NOT supposed to happen was Martin lying flat on the ground bleeding to death. Danny had already called 911, told them a federal agent had been shot, and then called Jack. He heard Jack rushing out the door before he'd hung up.

"Come on Fitzgerald!" Danny kept saying."Keep your eyes open!"

Martin's condition was rapidly deteriorating. His shirt was soaked with blood, and Danny's hands were covered in red as he pressed down.

Neither had given much thought to the van cutting in front of them. Martin had grown impatient blowing the horn and making a smart comment. Danny had smirked as he glanced at his partner. In that moment, the van doors had flung open and the shooting had started. Martin had groaned as they ducked down.

"Back! Back!" Danny yelled. Martin stepped on the gas, smashing the car into one of the shooters.

Danny had killed one of the shooters after the Impala had crashed into some garbage cans. He'd been stunned for a moment before exiting the car. Now their prisoner was dead, one gunman injured, and Dornvald had escaped.

Danny cursed as the van sped away.

"Oh, God!" He thought when saw Martin. His partner was having difficulty breathing, and hewas paler than usual. Very slowly, Martin looked up at him. There was so much pain and dread in those blue eyes.

"Martin." Danny repeated as he pulled out his phone. As he hung up, he ran around to the driver's side and pulled open the door.

"Martin! Hey, stay with me!"Danny pleaded, but Martin was barely conscious. Danny reached over to undo the seat belt. "I need to get you out." He said lifting his partner out, as gently as he could. Martin let out a small cry as Danny lay him down.
Danny opened the ruined shirt to try finding the wound. There was so much blood! Swearing, Danny pressed down where he thought best. He kept looking around for any sign of help.

This wasn't supposed to be happening!

Relief filled him when he finally heard approaching sirens. He looked down at his partner's closed eyes.

"Don't do this, Martin Fitzgerald!" Danny pleaded. "You know if you die, you'll just piss off Jack. You really want Jack pissed at you?" However, Martin was beyond hearing. "Come on! Martin, you are not supposed to die like this!"

His friend couldn't die! Not like this.