So this is taken from the Big Nickel episode where McNally and Swarek have to transport the prisoner. I liked the episode just fine, but I decided to make the situation a bit more extreme. My first Rookie Blue fic ever, let me know what you guys think. :)

He came out of nowhere.

She heard the leaves rustling, but by the time she turned around, it was too late. She saw the stick out of the corner of her eye and barely jumped back in time to avoid it. The second swing got the gun out of her hand. The third swing connected hard with her shin and sent a burst of pain through her leg.

And then she was on the ground, reaching for her gun, but he was too quick. He yanked her around like a uniform-clad rag doll until he had her pinned below him.

"Where's your partner?" he asked her as she struggled against his grip, and soon he was pressing his hand tightly over her mouth. She thrashed with all her strength but then his knee was pinning her arm and his other hand was squeezing her windpipe.

She tried to make as much noise as possible, to scream past his fingers and call for help, but all that came out were small, muffled grunts; she was no match for him.

"I'm just gonna squeeze…squeeze…" he told her, drawing out the word each time, "You're gonna pass out. It's okay."

The calm tone of his whispers sent a chill down her spine and she shook her head at his words, but her lungs were already heaving for air and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

"Shhh, it's okay," he said, seeing the panic in her eyes, but he only pressed harder into her throat. "I'm gonna get your gun, and you're not."

This was all her fault, she thought as her lungs began to scream. If she hadn't opened the car door, if she hadn't made that stupid rookie mistake, she wouldn't be suffocating underneath this man, this criminal who had chatted her up like they were close friends.

And she had fallen for it. She let herself be taken off-guard by his "manners," and even with Swarek muttering to her to stop being so friendly with the guy, she had still gotten distracted enough to not think before trying to save him from his "allergic reaction."

Her vision was getting blurry now. He shifted his weight to get a better angle at her neck and it didn't take long for her to feel her world swaying around her. Black spots appeared and began to block everything from view; within ten seconds, she was surrounded by darkness.

Her limbs relaxed one by one. Her eyes drooped closed. Her lungs gave up.

And then, nothing.

I know this first chunk is short, but the next one and the one after that should be a bit longer. No idea how long I'm gonna go with the story. Reviews are much appreciated. :D