disclaimer: dont own show or characters
How G came to Sam
G is laughing at my expense, again. I have just finished bemoaning my upcoming meeting with Hetty and he takes a step so that he can be slightly in front of me to laugh and reply. There's a screeching of tires, a machine gun being fired, G being flung backward, his striking blue eyes wide with surprise as his body dances under the blow of the bullets. Red blood arcs through the air to land all over me, G, and the sidewalk. I glance up just in time to see a white utility van flying off around the corner. I don't spend too much time thinking about it, I'd refocused my attention on my partner before my brain has even registered the color of the vehicle. I catch him in my arms, crashing down onto my knees, cradling him to my body has I flip my phone open and dial 911 with one hand and try to stop the bleeding with my other hand.
"911 emergency response. How may I help you?"
"Yes, my friend just got shot."
"Would you give me your location, please sir?"
"Uh, the corner of 54th Ave and 70th Street."
"The ambulance will be there in 5 minutes, sir. Would you like me to stay on the phone with you?"
"No, that's ok," Ok, now to phone Hetty, Kensi, Eric, and Nate, "Hey Hetty, bad news, G just got shot. It was a white utility van, and no I didn't get the license plate. See you at the hospital."
The sound of approaching sirens tells me that the ambulance is almost there and I pray that G can hang on for another few minutes, because if he can do that then I'm going to convince myself he will survive. I know that that's a stupid thing to think because just because he's at a hospital with people trying to save him doesn't mean he'll survive but right now I need something to keep me anchored so if G can just make it to the hospital then he'll be all right. The sound of sirens in the distance tells me that the ambulances are on their way and getting closer every second. I refocus my attention on the unconscious man in my arms.
"Come on G. You're not allowed to die on me. Not now. Not after you finally gave in," I keep up a steady stream of words as I glance in the direction of the paramedics racing towards me and my fallen partner. I started trying to get G into my bed three months after we became partners. He always refused saying that I didn't mean it. I knew that arguing wouldn't do anything so I waited patiently and one month ago I took him home with me, due to the fact that he didn't have an apartment, again, but instead of crashing on the couch as he normally does, he put is stuff in my room, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and curled up in the bed with me. We haven't done anything beyond sleeping in the same bed and soft caresses at my house, but I'm ok with that. With G, its best to take things slow. So I'll take it one step at a time while he recovers.
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