LO:CI Siren Call

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"I let her go because I don't want to kill her." Ray Wizneski shouted, his gun pointed steadily at Goren. "I want to kill you, then myself."

Goren felt a wave of panic rising in his gut. This was quickly spiraling out of control. He was hard to talk down, he was so angry and determined. He had to find another way to get him to surrender. Maybe he should just try to rush him. He was startled when the suspended cop tossed a cell phone at him.

"Here, call your mom, say goodbye." Wizneski said.

Too late, this is it. Time to change tactics. He threw the phone back. "Come on Ray!"

His brain was working over time. The daughter... "Emily." he called.

"Shut up." Ray warned, stepping closer.

"Eames," he began. The rest of his sentence died on his lips as Wizneski fired the weapon.

Goren's body jerked as the bullet ripped into his chest. He lurched and fell as a quick second shot lodged in him as well. He landed heavily, jarring the wounds. His vision grayed as he heard a third shot. He heard a commotion and saw a dim outline. "Eames." he whispered.

Alex Eames had just sent the daughter away when she heard the raised voices from inside. Wizneski's mental state worried her. She was more worried about her partner who was still inside with him. But she was confident that Bobby would defuse the situation.

"Emily?" she heard Goren call. What was he trying? "Eames?"

His voice sounded off, something was wrong. She was about to answer when two shots rang out. Her heart nearly stopped at the sound of a body hitting the floor. "Bobby!" her shout was drowned out by a third shot.

Wizneski's wife and daughter rushed her, crying and shouting questions.

"Calm down!" Eames shouted over them. She didn't want to open the door to the unknown in front of the wife and a thirteen year old girl. "Please, go and call an ambulance."

After they turned, she burst into the room to ugly sight. Officer Ray Wizneski, husband and father, bleeding from his head. He had shot himself.

A ragged gasp brought her out of her shock. "Eames..."

Eames gasped, seeing her partner's body sprawled on the floor. Blood oozed steadily from the wounds. She knelt by him, her sees quickly taking in the damage. One was high on his chest, the other, just right of center. She fought down the panic that threatened to over take her. She check his pulse out. It was weak. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be unconscious.

"Hang on Bobby." she quickly waded up her jacket and shoved it against the wounds to stave off the blood. Her brain only thought one thing, he can't die, he can't die, he can't die. Her own heart was pounding so hard, she almost didn't hear his groan of pain.

Goren's jaw clenched against the fiery pain that had spread through his torso. His large hands gripped her wrists, nearly shoving her off. His eyes opened slightly and met hers.

She was startled to see the brown eyes were already glazed with shock. "Stay with me Bobby, the medics are on the way."

Goren's chest heaved from the effort of trying to breathe with the pressure that Eames was putting on it. He wanted badly to give into the swirling darkness, but Eames' gentle commands kept him awake. He could feel an internal pressure building inside. He gasped in enough air to speak. "I couldn't stop him."

Eames hushed him as he coughed, forcing a thin line of blood to trickle over his cheek. "Try not to talk."

She heard sirens outside. Several local cops rushed the house, shocked to find their comrade dead in his office.

"What happened?" one shouted at Eames.

Eames' temper flared. "He shot my partner and killed himself!"

They would have argued but the evidence was clear in front of them. One knelt and assisted Eames in controlling the bleeding.

"Someone find out where that ambulance is!" Eames shouted the command. She didn't look to see who obeyed. Goren's coughing and gasping became more frantic drew her attention back to him. She lifted him to where his head and chest rested on her lap, easing his breathing.

"Alex..." Goren's voice was barely a whisper.

Eames was scared. He never used her first name. Her voice cracked when she spoke. "Hang on Bobby, don't talk. You'll be fine."

She was assuring herself more than him. She placed a comforting hand on his head, relishing the soft feel of his hair. She couldn't stand to lose him. He couldn't die. He just couldn't.

Bobby stared up at her, pain filling his brown eyes. She was so pretty, even when her face was tight with worry. He didn't like the fear he saw in her eyes, fear for him. He longed to tell her not to worry, that it would be OK, that he loved her. He couldn't draw a breath to say what he wanted. He passed out, his body going limp.

No, no, no. Not again. She thought. Eames let out the breath she didn't know she's been holding when she felt the pulse under her fingers. She saw the ambulance arrive. Finally.