I'm back! A couple of my followers on Tumblr gave me ideas for a new fic. I have incorporated some of their ideas as well as my own. It's a little different than my previous fics, but I am enjoying experimenting with different writing styles.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Joe and Jacob have just escaped the house. Ryan gave up on searching for them, and decided to tend to Mike.

Ryan back to the room Mike was being held in. He cut the bindings that held Mike to the chair. Bent on revenge, Mike sprang up from the chair.

"Let me at 'em!" he yelled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy," Ryan said, grabbing Mike so he couldn't run anywhere.

Mike struggled against Ryan's grasp. Ryan firmly held him in place, but was careful not to cause Mike any more pain. After a few seconds of struggling, Mike broke down. His knees buckled, and he slowly sank to the floor.

"It's ok," Ryan softly said.

Mike sobbed out loud. Ryan gently held Mike against his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through the younger agent's hair. Mike shook and gripped one of Ryan's arms that held him in place.

I've got you," Ryan reassured Mike. "You're safe now."

After a few minutes of trying to get Mike calmed down, Ryan decided that it was time for Mike to be taken to the hospital.

"We need to get you to a hospital," he said.

"I'm fine, really," Mike said between sobs.

"No, you're not," Ryan said. "I'm going to help you stand up. Let's take it nice and slow."

Ryan helped Mike stand up. Mike groaned in pain. His knees buckled again.

"Easy, easy," Ryan calmly said. "You're doing fine."

Ryan noticed that Mike was shaking.

"Here, take my jacket," Ryan told him, wrapping his jacket around Mike's shoulders.

Mike lost all of his strength. The pain and emotional trauma of the past events crippled him. He let go of Ryan and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," Mike choked out.

"There's nothing to apologize for," Ryan replied.

Ryan shifted Mike to a position where he could easily be lifted. He gently lifted Mike, holding him close.

"I'm going to get you out of here," he softly said in Mike's ear.

Ryan began carrying Mike out of the house. Mike clung to him like a scared child.

"Everything's going to be alright," Ryan reassured Mike.

Ryan carried Mike out of the house. He walked into the flashing blue and red lights of ambulances and police cars.

"We'll take him from here," said a male paramedic.

Ryan set Mike onto the gurney. The paramedic loaded him into the ambulance.

"Ryan! Ryan!" Mike cried out with panic in his voice.

Ryan hopped into the ambulance

"I'm right here," Ryan said calmly.

Mike grasped Ryan's hand.

"Don't leave me," Mike said, looking at Ryan with wide eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Ryan brushed the hair away from Mike's forehead. This seemed to calm him down. He relaxed his grip on Ryan's hand and took a deep breath.

"You're doing great," Ryan softly said.

The ambulance took off toward the hospital. Ryan continued holding Mike's hand, brushing the hair away from his forehead, and murmuring encouraging words to him.

I know that was a little short, but the good news is Chapter 2 is coming! Thanks for reading!