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The Rescue

By Clumzy

"In case of an emergency, our doctors' number is on the bulletin board, and you can always go to the neighbors' house," Hillary Fisher was telling her babysitter, Carson Wolfe, as she and her spouse were walking out the door to go on a date away from her daughter, Katie.

"It's alright, Mrs. F. I've got it. Have fun,'" Carson assured the older woman.

"Okay, help yourself to anything in the fridge!" Hillary said, closing the door behind her as her husband, Keegan, dragged her away.

"Have a good time!" Carson called out as they left in their Jeep. Letting out a sigh, Carson went upstairs and arrived in the room where the five year old was playing Barbie's. "Hey, Katie," Carson said, squatting down next to the girl. "Whatcha playing?"

"Barbie's," Katie responded with a serious face, and then went on to explain all the dolls' names.

Carson got up when there was a knocking at the door. "Hold on a second, Katie," he said. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," Katie agreed and Carson retreated down the stairs.

Carson's smile faded at the people on the other side of the door. "What are you doing here?" Carson said, his voice hushed.

But the three boys walked in, oblivious to the teenager's protests."I know what you saw, Carson," the dreadlocked one, obviously the leader, said in a low voice.

Carson's mouth went dry. "I didn't see anything, I swear-"

"I don't think you understand, Wolfe," the boy continued. "I know you saw me kill him, so now I have to kill you."

Meanwhile

"Team one, hot call to King and Cooper for shots fired in a home," Kira's voice rung through the Strategic Response Unit's Headquarters.

"First hot call of the day!" Spike said. "Let's do this."

They all loaded into their respective vehicles and drove off to the stated address. Upon arrival, Sergeant Greg Parker immediately gave out orders. "Sam, you're Sierra 1; Jules, Wordy, I want eyes and ears. Lou, Ed, clear everyone within a one block radius. Spike, you're with me," he ordered. "Keep the peace."

"Copy that," the members of the team said in unison.

Carson gasped in pain and clutched his gut, where he'd been shot, sticky blood slipping through his fingers. The leader walked up to him and gave him a once over. "How are you still alive?" he demanded. Carson shook his head, unable to speak through the pain.

That's when Carson saw Katie peeking her head through the stair rails. Carson shook his head and mouthed the word "upstairs" without any of the gang members seeing. The younger girl, confused, obeyed silently.

That's when one gang member peeked through the blinds. "Zack, we have a problem," he said.

"What is it, Ty?" Zack demanded.

"Cops are here," Ty said.

Zack took a look for himself. He shook his head. "Gosh, dang it!" he cursed, stomping around the room. "I feared this would happen."

"What're we gonna do?" Ty asked in a low voice.

Zack paused for a minute before answering. "I have a plan," then whispered it into Ty's ear.

"Jules, Wordy; do you have eyes? Ears?"

"Negative," Wordy answered through his earpiece.

"I've got a visual," Sam said. "Two subjects, and a teenager injured. We need to get EMS in there ASAP."

"Good, Sam," Greg said into his earpiece. He turned to Spike, who was next to him. "Got anything?"

"The owners of the house are Keegan and Hillary Fisher, and they have a young daughter, Katie," Spike answered.

"I've got the owners right here." Ed arrived with Keegan and Hillary not far behind.

"My daughter, you have to find my daughter!" Hillary started.

Greg paused. "She isn't with you?"

"No, Carson came over to babysit so me and Keegan could get away." Hillary stopped to stifle a sob. "Where's my daughter?"

Greg touched his earpiece. "Sam, do you see a little girl in there?"

"Negative. Just the three boys."

"What about Carson? Is Carson okay?"

"Who's Carson?" Greg asked.

"Carson Wolfe. He's babysitting my daughter. Is he okay?"

"Copy that," Spike immediately started to type. "Got it. Sending a picture to your phone, Sam."

Sam stared down at his phone, then stared at the indoors. "He's the injured one."

"Copy," Greg answered. He turned to the devastated home owners. "It seems that Carson has been injured, but we're going to do our best to get him out safely. Can you tell us about Carson?"

At the Sierra perch where my very hawt and sexy crush is…

Sam was focused on the picture, confirming it was the injured boy. He turned back to his sniper just as he heard a gun cock behind him.

Sam quickly turned around, sniper in hand, when the gun went off, and Sam slipped into unconsciousness.