Author's Notes: Okay so here I am starting another story. I apologize. It's just well this came to mind a few days ago and I had to write it down. It's going to be long and sort of my season 8. I think I promised it to folks. It's going to have A LOT of drama. I'm editing this one myself. I have another story that I'm going to post myself but when it's done that has a beta. This though, I'm doing all of the editing here. If they are mistakes then I'm sorry. Okay I'm going to be updating a lot.
Chapter 1
My Red Stained Hands
She was trying but failing desperately to keep up the gurney as it went through the halls of the hospital.
"You have to save him. I can't lose him." She gasped as she lost her grip on the gurney.
She knew that she had to find him. She couldn't lose hope and she couldn't lose sight of that gurney, her life was on that gurney. Patrick was on that gurney.
*TF*
Special Agent Kimball Cho was trying and failing miserably at holding himself together. Normally he was a very stoic agent, but right now he wanted answers. He needed them, and most of all he wanted to get to that hospital and strangle the person that had his best friend fighting for his life, both of them. As he looked on the scene before him he just couldn't believe it. This was supposed to be their "love shack". Now it was practically burned to the ground.
"There's no sign of her." Wylie added as he approached Cho.
"That's what I was afraid of. We have to keep looking, she can answer the questions." Cho sighed.
*TF*
Patrick had never been shot before. He had been threatened and come close on so many levels, but no one had ever shot him before. It was like he was floating. It was like an out of body experience and he wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but there was no pain, and he could almost drift away. If he drifted away then he could be with…
"Mr. Jane are you with us?" a nurse asked shining a light in his face.
He was trying to focus on something in the room, but he couldn't. All of his thoughts were mangled and there were things that he just couldn't believe were real, they couldn't be real. She had asked him a question though, and he was supposed to answer her right. He saw her red hair, and he could focus on that for a change. He knew that she was trying to comfort him.
"My wife." He moaned.
"Yes Mr. Jane don't worry, someone is looking after her. She and the baby seem to be doing just fine."
"No, you don't understand." He told her grabbing her arm.
She was startled by the intensity of his grip. The doctors were working to save his life, he shouldn't possibly have this much strength.
"What is it Mr. Jane? What do you want me to tell her?" she leaned in closer to get the message.
"She did this to me."
"What?" she asked startled. She would get no answer for he had finally lost consciousness.
End Notes: Ain't I a stinker. What do you think is happening? Tell me ur thoughts. You're wrong but I would love to know what you think.