A/N 1: Hey there everybody. I know it's been a while since I have done anything on this website, and trust me, I'm extremely sorry. My biggest problem has just been that life has gotten in the way. My job has been keeping me there as often as possible, and honestly, I'm not complaining. I hate being home because half of my family hates me being home, and I would rather be somewhere where I can constantly be busy, and what better place to be busy, than at Disney World.

So that's a big reason why I have been no where to be found the last couple of months. However, just because I haven't been posting, doesn't mean I haven't been writing. Trust me, there has been a lot of writing and brain storming this summer. I have so many ideas, and sometimes it's just so hard for me to put the pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard and just type it up.

This is a three shot that I am almost done with that I have been wanting to write for about a year now. This is a alternative ending to an episode that I know could have gone a differnet way, and honestly, if I had my way (which is a good thing for Jay) this is the way the episode would have gone. Oh well. Better late than never.

So this is continuing off from season 2 episode 2, Get My Cigarettes. I don't think much more needs to be said, because we all know where this is going.

In other words, enjoy!

Just because she shoved him out of the way, doesn't mean she shoved fast enough. A bullet or two was still a bullet or two no matter how fast she was. Back in the academy, she was trained the smaller the caliber and sometimes, the smaller the gun, the slower the bullet would travel. The gun that was shooting at them right now was obviously a small caliber weapon, however, small caliber guns still go over a thousand feet a second. The distance between herself and the gun was far less than that. More like twenty feet.

Twenty feet between herself and the shooter.

Nineteen between her partner and the shooter.

Less than a thousandth of a second to make her move.

The only advantage she had on her side was the fact that she saw him before he saw them. Before he saw him to be precise. She had recognized the sketchy behavior long before he locked eyes on his target, her partner's, head. She knew what was coming almost immediately after she told him that they'd work something out.

That he would be a perfect gentleman, like 'usual.'

She heard the door squeak as the man swung it open and sat in the doorway to the bar for a second, and she heard herself practically screaming out Jay's name as the lanky man pulled something out from behind him.

And then it was chaos.

She wasn't sure how she managed to knock them both out of their stools, and still avoid hitting any tables, but she did and they both fell to the floor, Jay rolling to his side while she was almost immediately propped up on one knee, shooting back.

Glass was shattering in all directions, as was a window as bullets flew everywhere. Patrons of the bar screaming as the shooter suddenly began to flee. She knew she had to have hit him as she shot up after him, glancing quickly at her partner out of the corner of her eyes as he lethargically rolled onto his back and began the climb to his feet.

She didn't pay it much attention as she should have, maybe he had hit his head on the floor or something. While she had a small margin of time to figure out her landing, she literally just threw him to the ground. The bartender, Maddie, was climbing to her feet behind the bar, visibly shaking as she clutched the bar for support.

Once again, Erin didn't pay much attention as she ran after the man, through the doorway, which was covered in glass, and outside into the cooling Chicago night time air. The vehicle the man had obviously gotten into and was getting away with was skidding all over the road as Erin shot at it, but all for naught. The vehicle kept on driving and the gunman effectively got away.

She brought out her phone, and began to place the call in as she examined her surroundings as she stepped back into the doorframe. Her lips stopped moving, air ceasing to flow from them when she heard the scream. The scream carrying her partner's name.

She back to the back of the bar, where she had just left her partner, her phone forgotten as she looked around, spotting Maddie as she stood where she was before, this time, her hands covering her mouth as she stared with her mouth agape at the floor. Quickly noticing that she couldn't see her partner, Erin rushed to where she had left him, and regretted she had.

He was back on his side, unmoving and pale, his face pointing away from her as his chest heaved against the ground. There was a small puddle of blood underneath him that was slowly growing and spreading.

And that was when she realized that she had been too late.

She could see the holes through his shirt that led to into the soft flesh of his back marking where the bullets had traveled and buried themselves into the fragile flesh of Jay's body. The first bullet hole was on the upper left side of Jay's back. The second hole, rested in a spot that could possibly end Jay's life as he knew it. It was in the middle of his back, right above his spine.

Jay was shaking, and his teeth were clenched tight as he tried to control his breathing to no avail. His breaths were coming in short, clipped inhales and exhales as his body shook from the shock and the pain of being shot. She didn't want to touch him, but he was really bleeding, and once again she was forced to make a split second decision.

"Jay, it's going to be OK. Alright. Just hang in there." Erin reassured, grabbing his shoulder carefully and rubbing it with her left hand as she continued to search for any other wounds that she might have missed.

He nodded slightly. "B'ck." He choked, the air catching in his throat.

"I know. I see. It doesn't look good but you gotta hang in there, OK?" Erin asked, quickly and carefully placing a firm hand over the wound over his left side, holding the blood in. She wasn't a doctor, however, she did know that any unplanned, unnecessary holes in the body were almost always bad.

She whipped her head in Maddie's direction. "Maddie, I need towels, anything to staunch the bleeding." The woman was clearly in shock, but so was the man bleeding out under her fingertips and right now, he was more of a priority. The woman continued to stare at Jay's shaking body before Erin snapped her head and most of her upper body around. "God damn it, I need something to keep the blood in his body. Can you get me something? Please? Now!"

Maddie reacted immediately this time, turning quickly and running to the back of the bar as Erin turned back to Jay. "Alright. You're going to be okay, helps on the way, and you're going to be fine."

"Right." He didn't say any more after that, as he stared at the wall, chomping down on his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering. Maddie fell to her knees on the other side of Jay handing Erin the towels. She dropped her hands in her lap as she stared at Jay's ghostly face Erin pressing one towel into the one wound, still unsure what to do about the other.

"Maddie. Hold his hand, grip it tight and make sure he stays awake. Jay, If you fall asleep, I'll be forced to do something that could very well paralyze you for the rest of your life. So try not to fall asleep." Erin ordered as she carefully laid the second towel over the second hole.

"Might as well, can't feel my legs anyways." Jay whispered right before he let out a light groan, his eyes shuttering closed for a second before Maddie placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "Next few rounds are on us if you make it through this. You hear me?"

Jay's eyes fluttered back open and he smirked at the offer as Erin hovered a shaky hand over the towel, then carefully began to place pressure on the wound. Jay cried out at the new pressure, but Erin could still feel the blood pulsing out of the wound. "Damn it."

They sat like that for a few seconds before Erin heard the enclosing sirens. "Fantastic. You hear that Jay."

His half lidded eyes looked up at her with a mischievous look. "Yea."

"Good."

Erin continued to place pressure on the wounds as the paramedics ran into the bar minutes later as Jay continued to strain and try to look up at Erin, memorizing her face like he had been for the last year, knowing that he would be fine if this was the last face he saw. Sure there were tears leaking out of her eyes that she was probably unaware of, and then there was the grim look on her face as her lower lip was sucked into her mouth, probably the only thing that was helping her keep her composure, but her beautiful face was still as gorgeous as ever.

Minutes felt like hours and somewhere in that time he drifted. He wasn't sure if he actually passed out, or if he was just drifting where pain wasn't such an issue, but the point of the matter was that yes, he wasn't paying attention. Or he wasn't up until the point where his chest felt like it was on fire and everything below that was completely numb. He wasn't even sure if he had anything below his ribs.

He heard people talking to him, and he felt hands, hands holding his blood in his body, hands holding his hands, hands slapping his cheeks, and he could definitely smell alcohol, but it was like everything was trying to grab his attention at once, and then, nothing was grabbing his attention at all.

A/N 2: Hopefully by posting this now, I will get some spurts of motivation to continue. Like I said, this will only be three chapters, and it's going to be a relatively cut and dry story unlike some other ones that I have in the works.

I really hope you all like it, and I can't wait to hear what you all think! Reviews of any sort are more than welcome, as are PM's because I love hearing from all of you.

Love you all!

Tayler