Freefall: Ch. 1
By: The Confused One
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything related to CI, and I'm not making any money from this. If I did, Bobby and Alex would make out in every episode. LOL So please, don't sue. I have no money. I swear. LOL
Rating: T
Warnings: Pretty much…only a spoiler warning. This is a sort of AU for "Siren Call". It picks up in the scene where Ray is about to kill Bobby, and Bobby gets Alex out of the room.
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Summary: What if Bobby had gotten shot during the struggle for the gun at the end of "Siren Call"?
A/N: I can't help myself! It's the show's fault for making such amazing episodes. I had to start another story based on "Siren Call". Sorry. I really will get my other stories written. I promise.
Bobby breathed a sigh of relief. Alex had provided the distraction he needed and wanted. He grabbed for the gun, and his heart was pounding. Things had spun out of control so fast. That's when the shot rang out. Bobby gasped. He felt the bullet tear through his body. He heard Alex yell from the other side of the door. He couldn't seem to make out exactly what she had said. He just knew it was her, and he couldn't seem to make his voice work. He couldn't tell her to stay out. Wide-eyed, he took a step back.
He heard the door being thrown open, and the room began to spin. He heard shouting, crying and screaming, but he couldn't make out the words. Seeing Ray aim the gun in Alex's direction, Bobby forced his body into action. Lunging at Ray, Bobby attempted again to wrestle the gun away. Ray got off another shot. Finally wrestling the gun from him, Bobby was panting as he took another step back. Bobby ignored Emily's screaming and crying as Joyce pulled her away from the room. Ordering Ray to stand still, Bobby called over his shoulder, "Eames. Eames?"
Looking over, he gasped again. Seeing Alex unconscious on the ground, Bobby moved to her. Panicked, he called for a bus, not even interested in where Joyce went. He quickly moved her to see the wound better. Ignoring his own wound and pain, he grabbed his handkerchief from his pocket and held it to her wound. "Alex! Come on, Alex, wake up."
Noticing Ray move out of the corner of his eye, Bobby instantly looked up. Training his gun more securely, Bobby growled, "I said don't move."
Ignoring him, Ray reached for the guns on the desk anyway.
Gritting his teeth, Bobby fired. Ray was not getting a hold of another gun. Watching Ray fall to the floor, Bobby was panting again. Ray didn't move. Closing his eyes, Bobby lowered the gun. In that moment, he didn't care of the man was alive or dead. Grimacing in pain, he turned his attention back to Alex. Putting the gun down, Bobby used both hands to keep the pressure on her wound. He was already feeling so guilty. She couldn't die. It was all his fault. He quietly spoke to her, "Come on. Fight, Alex. Stay with me."
Bobby grimaced in more pain. It was getting harder to breathe. Everything was getting dark. He was so tired. He could hear sirens in the background. Bobby leaned over Alex and closed his eyes.