A/N: Hello everyone. First and foremost I would like to apologize to everyone for being gone so long. School and a volunteer project that had to have my undivided attention for a couple years. Needless to say season 4 was not what was expected and season 5 so far has been dreadful, but I digress. I plan to finish Back to Life and all is forgiven very soon but this had been rolling around so here's my vision of what should have been.
Mr. Greer crossed the vast expanse of an abandon warehouse. In the center there was a hospital bed with a woman hooked up to an oxygen tank, various IV's and a heart monitor. "How is our patient?" He asked the doctor that was making notes on her chart.
"She's touch and go. If she survives the next forty eight hours the prognosis will definitely improve." The young doctor responded to the inquiry.
"Doctor you need to do everything you can to make sure this woman survives. Greer narrowed his eyes at the doctor, because this woman is very valuable and if she dies so will you." He stated matter of factly and turned on his heel and returned the way he came.
Martine Rousseau met up with him. "How's the patient?" She asked. He stopped in midstride and turned to face her, "I'm very disappointed in this turn of events Martine. Ms. Carter has some associations that I am very interested in finding out more details about. You my dear have delayed my timetable with this debacle."
"I apologized for that, she tried not roll her eyes at him. Patrick Simmons was a loose cannon anyway. Remember I advised you not to us him, she smirked. His shooting John Reese was not part of the plan, but he was hell bent on revenge, so the sniper had to improvise. Rest assured the sniper paid dearly and painfully for his mistake." Her smile was sinister. Officer Simmons was taken care of by an unknown party."
The constant beeping of the heart monitor made Joss Carter slowly regained consciousness. She was trying to figure out her surroundings, thru her barely open eyes. The memory of what happened began to flood her mind. They were shot Patrick Simmons came out of the shadows and opened fire on John. John! Was he okay? She didn't know, the pain was becoming intense. A doctor came from out of nowhere and began to check the wound. Her eyes landed on a white haired grizzled faced man stand at the foot of the bed, his lips formed a haggard smile. "Hello Detective Carter, please get your rest you and I are going to get to know one another very well."
The throbbing pain in his shoulder and side let him know last night wasn't a dream. Joss was dead. He felt the life drain out of her as she bled out on the sidewalk outside the precinct. After everything they had gone thru together to bring Alonzo Quinn to justice. It was that soft, sweet kiss in the morgue had made them careless. Simmons was able to get to them. To add insult to injury she died alone. John had to break his promise that she was not alone. Harold had done everything in his power to drag him away from her. The last thing he remembered was Shaw cutting his jacket off in the backseat of a town car to tend to his wounds. John tried to control his breathing to help quell the pain. He snatched the IV's from his arm and gingerly pulled himself to sitting position. He steadied himself to let the pain and nausea subside, thankfully Harold and Shaw were nowhere to try to stop him. John lifted himself off the hospital bed and dressed himself the best he could. With steely determination John Reese made the decision that Patrick Simmons and Alonzo Quinn were dead men.