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I have only watched the latest series of Spooks when Richard Armitage joined the cast, so feel free to tell me if you think I have misjudged characters and gotten things totally wrong!
Follows on from end of last series.
Chapter One
Ros and Lucas made their way to the entrance to the tube station; Ros keeping one eye on the people around her, the other on Lucas, she didn't know how badly he was hurt and she didn't want to ask. Lucas concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
'Ros?'
'Yes?'
'Car or foot?' Having spent so long away Lucas was still unsure as to the quickest routes back to Thames House.
'At this time of the day, foot.' Replied Ros as they stepped outside. They looked a sight, covered in dust and dirt and in Lucas's case, blood.
Suddenly men appeared from no-where guns pointed towards the pair shouting at them; the commuters scattered some stifling screams. Both Lucas and Ros had their guns out immediately and had turned towards the threat, bodies hunched to make themselves smaller targets.
Lucas knew that he would have to depend on Ros to take them out as they got closer, he may have drawn his gun but thinking back he remembered it jamming and realised he must have picked it up as the Russians left. On his left he saw Ros relax slightly and lower her weapon, frowning he turned to look at her and instantly regretted this momentary lack of concentration.
On her right Ros saw Lucas turn to look at her his face strained, then two men stepped forward and grabbed hold of him as at the same time another two did the same to her, she let them lower her to the floor and use a plastic tie to hold her hands together.
As he turned to look at Ros, Lucas felt himself grabbed from behind and the gun removed from his hand, jostling him slightly, the slight movement caused him to put wait on his injured right leg and his knees buckled causing him to fall to his knees and from there to the floor. The last thing he heard before he blacked out completely was a questioning 'Lucas?' from Ros and then an American voice saying, 'Shit, there's blood.' And then came the blackness, the blackness he knew so well and had come to welcome.
Ros saw Lucas sway slightly on his knees then fall to the floor.
'Lucas?' she said, trying to get up, to go over to him, but hands kept her down, pushing into the small of her back. Then he was gone, blood covering the floor where he had been.