Author's Note: Okay, so I'm a long time reader, first time writer. Literally, this is the first time I've ever written anything so go easy on me? Also, I'm not familiar at all with gunshot wounds or how to treat them so this was all done based on minimal internet research. Again, I am not a writer. I've never even gotten anything higher than a C grade on an essay so I'm warning you that if you do read this, you will never get that chunk of your life back haha And this isn't beta'd because it is just thought for now.

About this story and how it started: First off, this isn't even a complete idea. It's more of a starting point. There's going to be 2 chapters. Maybe more like a one-shot with an epilogue and if I get to it, I'll write a multi-chapter prequel because I sort of have one in mind. So remember, I started this story at the end. The lack of details of the girls' pasts and stuff like that is on purpose. Also, I don't know anything about writing dialogue so if it sounds stupid, it's because it is.

This is VERY AU and I guess OOC.

The action takes place over a matter of minutes, so if it seems like things are taking a long time, they're not.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, Wizards of Waverly Place, Alex Russo, or Mitchie Torres.

Well here goes nothing... (I really do apologize if this story sucks lol)

Running. Alex Russo was running for her life. The crazed, masked gunman was chasing her through the old warehouse, into a large room that was dimly lit and filled with wooden crates and boxes. She didn't have her own gun and her partner was nowhere to be found. Alex was beginning to think that volunteering to go undercover to catch this guy with only one person as backup was not her best idea.

"I'm done for." She thought, "Where the hell is Mitchie?"

Alex was worried. Sure, since joining the force, she'd been on dangerous missions with former partners before, but this one was different. It wasn't just another deputy in peril. It was her and the woman she fell in love with. As Alex was close to getting lost in her thoughts, her feet came out from under her.

Damn.

Alex tripped and fell to the ground with a small thud. She heard the unknown man's footsteps slowly approaching. Alex closed her eyes and waited for the gunshot and the pain but there was nothing. Just silence. When she opened her eyes, she saw the masked criminal standing above her, pointing his gun at her as he stared through his disguise. He was able to see the fear in Alex's eyes but she couldn't see behind the mask and therefore had no idea what he could've been thinking.

Was he just as scared as she using the cover to hide the fear? Or worse, was he hiding a smile behind it?

After what seemed like minutes but was really just a few seconds, the man spoke.

"Get up", he commanded. Alex did as she was told and put her hands up in surrender. She was unarmed, exhausted, and Mitchie didn't seem like she'd ever come back so Alex might as well have given up. Right when she was about to speak up, a loud crash sounded from the opposite side of the room.

"Mitchie" Alex breathed out, her mind filled with relief. There Mitchie was, in black pants, a black wife-beater and gun in hand. At Mitchie's feet was a pile of wood that used to be the door she just kicked down.

She came back.

The sound of the crash had startled the gunman and he turned around with his weapon while the room went silent. Mitchie decided to break it.

"Drop your weapon."

The man only stared again. Or so Mitchie thought. What she didn't see hidden behind the mask were his darting eyes looking for anything to save his own ass. Even worse, Mitchie was unaware of the his smirk when he found his salvation.

An industrial chandelier-like lamp was hanging from a thin wooden beam. That would not be fun to have falling on you.

BANG! BANG!

The wooden beam faltered from the 2 bullets shot at it by the criminal. As it was on it's way down, Mitchie ducked and ran.

"Alex! Take cover!" Mitchie yelled. As Alex dove behind a small stack of wooden crates, the man used the short moment of chaos to get rid of the one thing standing in his way: Mitchie.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

THUD.

"Mitchie!"

The man cracked a sick smile under his mask when he heard the clunk of a body hitting the floor, followed by a faint groan. When he looked, he saw the bottom half of Mitchie's body sticking out from behind a giant box. The legs weren't moving so the man decided that it would be the perfect opportunity to go after Mitchie's once-again defenseless partner...

-Back to Mitchie's entrance-

Mitchie's POV

We were at a standstill. I have my gun pointed at him and he has his pointed at me. What in the would could be going through this guy's head? Suddenly, in one swift motion, he reached up and fired 2 shots at a hanging lamp and just as it unattached itself and fell, I dashed out of the way and yelled at Alex to get down. I heard the man shoot 4 bullets and I tried to shoot back, but I couldn't get a clear shot. Seeing as he wasn't caught off-guard by the light fixture, he had the upper hand. I needed to find somewhere to hide. There it is. A giant box made of wood. Never in my life had I been so excited to see just a box. I was about jump behind it...It was so close...C'mon...

BANG!

My momentum kept me running the extra few feet and to my unpleasant surprise, my legs gave out and I went tumbling to the floor. As I was trying to get up, I felt a burning sensation right under my rib cage. Shortly after the burning, a indescribable ache began creeping its way around.

Did he really shoot me? I've heard about people getting shot and seen it in movies, but never in a million years did I think it would actually happen to me. Upon feeling the pain get worse, my left hand flew to the right side of my stomach and I felt it. Blood. I had been shot. I felt around my stomach, looking for the exact spot of the wound and I came across a hole about the size of a nickel. Doesn't seem like it'll be very pretty. My adrenaline was leaving my system at that point. Here's where the real pain started. I reached for my belt and hit the panic button to call for backup. Now I just need to keep Alex safe until they come.

I tried crawling for more cover, but it felt like all of my energy left my body. I couldn't even move. The slightest muscle movement felt like I just ran 10 miles. I was going to close my eyes, but I heard a voice.

"Mitchie!" Alex's voice echoed in the room. Crap, Alex. Why couldn't she keep quiet? I was barely able to lift and turn my head to see her pop up from behind the crates and she looked at me, shock and worry in her eyes. Our moment was over before it started when the masked man turned to Alex, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger...

Normal POV

CLICK.

The loud bang that the 3 were expecting never came. The gunman was surprised to find that he was out of ammunition and Mitchie and Alex had never felt more relieved in their entire lives.

Tossing the gun, the man charged towards Alex.

Mitchie's POV

I saw him start running towards Alex as soon as everything registered in my mind, I felt something. It was like a spark in my body and I wasn't as tired as had just been a second ago. I didn't know exactly what was happening but my theory is that I got a burst of adrenaline from the fear of thinking about Alex in the hands of this jerk. I had to do something. I love Alex and I swore to her that even though she was a higher-ranking officer than me, I'd always be the one to look out or her and protect her no matter what. I needed her to stay alive because there was no point in my life if she wasn't in it.

I still felt immense pain but at least I had the energy to try and push through it. I got up on my hands and knees, my gun in my right hand and just as the man was about to put his hands on Alex, I mustered up all of the temporary energy I had left and pulled my trigger twice.

Then I started seeing spots and put my arm out in front of me to cushion my head as I collapsed to the floor again.

Normal POV

BANG!

The masked man came at Alex and just before he reached her, he froze.

Another BANG!

His head jerked forward and blood started filling his mouth behind the mas. He dropped straight down to his knees and toppled towards Alex, falling face-down on the ground. After the initial shock passed, Alex looked up from the sight at her feet and gasped at what she saw.

Mitchie was lying on her side, shaking in pain.

Alex shuffled towards Mitchie as quickly and calmly as she could. She heard what sounded like sobs coming from her fallen partner, but as she got closer, she realized they were slight, pained gasps for air.

"Mitchie, you need to roll over so I can help you." Alex instructed. She saw Mitchie visibly tense up, bracing herself for the pain of moving. Mitchie bent forward, almost in a ball, bringing her knees close to her head and then she rolled onto her back with a groan. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was twisted in agony. Mitchie's hand was still covering the wound and Alex did a once-over on her to make sure there were no major injuries anywhere else on the body. Alex jumped slightly when she heard Mitchie speak.

"Are y-you hurt?"

"I need to look at your wound."

"N-no, just t-tell me if he h-hurt you" Mitchie begged. Alex let out a humorless chuckle. She wasn't surprised at the question. No matter the situation, Mitchie always put Alex's needs first. Here she was on the ground with a bullet in her stomach and she refused to get herself looked at until she knew Alex was completely unharmed.

"Mitch, I'm fine."

Alex used what she remembered from the first aid class all of the officers took at the police academy and moved Mitchie's hand away from the bloodied area to replace it with her own and applied a fair amount of pressure to her stomach. She grabbed Mitchie's left hand with her free hand and kissed it.

"You came back for me." Alex said with a sad smile.

"Of course I did...I'd n-never leave like that." Mitchie responded with look of comfort on her face.

Alex shrugged, "I'm sorry, I just-"

She was interrupted by a buzzing sound. Mitchie's cell phone. Alex let go of Mitchie's hand, reached into her left pocket and pulled out her cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Torres?"

"No, it's Alex Russo. Mitchie got shot, she needs to get to a hospital now!"

"Torres hit her panic button about 3 minutes ago, we're calling to let you know we're on our way. Is the suspect gone"

"Uh...yeah. He's dead. But it was all self-defense, Mitchie shot him when he was coming after me."

"Relax, Russo. If it was self-defense, then Mitchie's fine on that end. Keep her awake, we'll be there in 5. Bye"

Alex shut the phone and looked at Mitchie, who was starting to get really pale. Alex leaned all the way down and moved Mitchie's hair out of her face, wiped the sweat from her head and laid a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you, you know that?" Mitchie said barely over a whisper.

"I think I got that when you saved me," Alex said with a sweet smile. She looked down "I still can't believe you did that. Look at you now."

Alex stared at her hand on Mitchie's stomach. The blood flow was slowing down, but still hadn't stopped. There was no response from Mitchie's end, and when Alex glanced up, she saw Mitchie's eyes start to close.

"No, Mitchie. You gotta stay awake. Please?" Alex shook Mitchie, who tried to keep her eyes open again.

"Okay...but only for you..." Mitchie mumbled slowly. But it was no use. She was drifting into unconscious and there was nothing she could do about it. The harder she tried to stay awake, the more blurry her vision got.

Just as she was about to fully close her eyes, she muttered something.

"I love you, Alex Russo."

"You already said that."

But Mitchie was out. Alex almost started to panic, but saw her chest move ever so slightly up and down. It wasn't much, but it meant Mitchie hadn't given up.

Red and blue lights were visible from outside, and Alex could hear people looking for her.

She leaned down and gave Mitchie a sweet, slow, passion-filled kiss.

"Hang in there Mitch..."

There is is. Go easy on me? :) Chapter 1.5/epilogue will be up soon.