So this is my first attempt ever at writing a Barisi fanfic the idea and inspiration of this came from something I wrote on twitter and Fay suggested I make it into a fic. Sooooo here I am attempting to make a fanfic out of this. So hopefully you guys enjoy it! I'll add more later, I just wanted to see where this would go once I started it.
The sharp cracks of gunshots, the whine of bullets ricocheting off walls and crates in the warehouse, abruptly ceases and the complete lack of sound that replaces it seems deafening. Olivia's ears actually hurt more from the sudden silence than from the noise that came before, and she strains for any sound of movement. Are the shooters gone, having escaped out the rear of the building? Are they down, either injured or dead? Or are they merely laying low and reloading? Right now it's impossible to tell, but finding out means risking being shot at again.
She glances across to where Carisi is crouched behind a car belonging to the drug dealer; it won't be going anywhere soon, it's full of bullet holes, and two of its tires are flat. Amanda and Fin went around to another location to catch the dealer's partner in crime.
Sonny gestures to himself. He's hit. He's bleeding. He then gestures around the far end of the car. Olivia nods, indicating that she'll go the other way, before turning her back on her detective. Keeping low, she creeps around the end of the stack of packing crates she'd taken cover behind when all hell had broken loose.
She moves as quietly as she can, thinking Carisi is doing the same. The silence is tense and almost eerie, making the hairs on the back of Liv's neck stand on end. It's the early hours of the morning, pitch dark outside, and the interior of the warehouse isn't well lit, so there are plenty of shadows to hide in. That's a mixed blessing because while it means Olivia and Sonny have a better chance of keeping out of sight, so do the people who were shooting at them.
There's an open area among the crates where the deal had been going down, the cartel's man selling his wares to one of the city's major drug dealers. The briefcase full of product is still sitting open on a crate in the middle of the otherwise empty space. Well, not quite empty; looks like there's a body on the ground behind the crate. Amanda and Fin have caught up. They look worried, they heard the shots firing and came as soon as Liv radioed in a "10-13".
Liv can only see the legs so she can't tell who it is. It's a man, one of the dealer's two guards, but he's not going to be a problem; he's dead, shot through the chest. Amanda indicates to Fin, who nods that he understands. That's two of the four accounted for. Where are the other two?
A faint scuff of shoe-leather alerts Liv, but it's too late; even as she turns, raising her gun, she finds herself looking down the barrel of a Glock 19. The gunshot that follows isn't from the pistol aimed at her head but rather from across the warehouse; the Cartel's representative spins away and falls, gun slipping from his fingers and skidding across the rough concrete to disappear into the shadows. Amanda checks him quickly, not surprised to find him dead.
A trail of blood leads off into the shadows, and joining forces, Olivia follows it, finding the dealer's second bodyguard slumped behind another pile of crates, bleeding out from a bullet wound in his leg; he's unconscious. She uses the guy's tie as a makeshift tourniquet, but it's impossible to know whether or not he'll make it. He's lost a lot of blood. Amanda cuffs his hands behind his back and checks him for weapons anyway, while her partner secures the drugs. At least this consignment can be kept off the streets.
Radioing for a bus and the coroner, the sound of other human voices comes as a shock to Olivia. It's not until that moment that she realizes she and Sonny haven't exchanged a single word since they left their car a block from the warehouse. Speaking out loud and hearing other people's voices after nothing but gunfire and silence for the past thirty minutes or so seems strangely unreal. Olivia circles back around the entrance where she and Sonny were at the beginning of the shootout. A pool of blood has formed around his body. He's out cold.
"10-13 10-13" She yells "Officer down. We NEED a bus. Abandoned warehouse on 3rd" She takes off her heavy NYPD issued jacket and presses hard on Sonny's chest to keep him from bleeding "Carisi, just stay with me. Stay with me". Amanda and Fin rush over, Carisi looks pale, his breathing is shallow. Blood is coming out of his mouth, the trail flowing down to his ear. Faintly Olivia can hear sirens in the distance, gradually getting closer. All that's left for them to do now is wait.
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart