A/N: Like, C.O.L, I have never really taken to Pride as far as my stories go, however, I am overly fascinated by the Pride/LaSalle dynamic that has been created on the show and have come up with a short Sideways tale just for them.

BOMB!

"Christopher!" Pride yelled, pushing to his forearms as dust and grit stung his eyes and irritated his throat. His head whipped around, eyes searching. Slowly, he began to lift his knees forcing himself to an upright position. The entire room was spinning as warped visions swirled before him The smell and sound of burning electrical wires were signaling eminent danger all around him.

Somewhere in the chaos of the explosion, that now had them trapped underneath of what used to be an office building, Dwayne Pride had failed to notice that his surrogate son had been impaled with a piece of rebar to his midsection and was now buried under a couple of feet of concrete. The younger agent had climbed up on a ladder to investigate a suspicious noise in the ventilation system and accidently set the bomb off prematurely.

"Chris!" he yelled a little louder as his eyes to continue to take in a sight of mass destruction. Nothing but mounds of busted concrete, broken glass, and metal covered the room where they had been standing.

"Over here, King!" came a ragged cough as Chris started to gasp for air.

Maneuvering his way through the obstacle course of destruction, he made his way to his fallen agent. Struggling, Pride lifted the heavier pieces of concrete that were covering LaSalle's torso and chest, every muscle literally shaking.

"I got ya," Pride said haggard, taking a hold of Chris' hand. Already this debacle had taken a lot out of him. Hands gripped together, Pride tugged LaSalle to his feet.

"You okay?" he asked completely missing the fast spreading crimson blossom that was forming underneath Chris' grey Henley. And why should he have noticed it? It was after all hidden underneath the younger man's jacket.

The thought of wearing Kevlar had not even donned on them when they had decided to act upon a tip from one Percy's AFT contacts. It was a simple meeting, one man, and two armed agents in an office building set in the middle of town.

"Fine, you?" LaSalle was oblivious to the fact that his vital organs could actually escape from the near half dollar sized pancake of a hole in his gut as he swiped the grit from his face. But to be honest, he barely felt the pain. He was too wound up in the fact that they had let themselves walk into a trap to even realize that he was injured.

"I'm good," Pride answered, patting his friend on the back as he started to survey their hazy, dust filled environment of twisted metal and concrete. Whoever had planned for them to die in this godforsaken tomb of destruction knew what they had been doing. Consequently, they had made sure that the surrogate father, son, team had been on the bottom floor when the bomb went off, trapping them under more than 200 tons of concrete.

Even with first responders arriving immediately on the scene it would be several hours before there was even the slightest chance of hope of getting them out.

"We need to move, see if there was anyone else in the building," King told him as they started forward, stepping and climbing over the rubble. Given that it was Sunday, it was doubtful that they would find anyone else other than maybe a security guard.

"I'm right behind ya," LaSalle answered as a certain degree of lightheadedness began to take hold.

Over the last few years, Chris had learned to slow his pace for Pride's sake, but now he could barely keep up with the older man. To top things off he was starting to sweat. The idea that there was something gravely wrong started to set in when he realized how shaky and uncoordinated his moments were becoming. A live electrical wire was dangling right in their path and LaSalle didn't even seem to notice.

Thankfully, Pride stopped, throwing out a hand of warning.

"Watch out!"

"I see it," Chris answered taking a moment to catch his breath as King sought a way around the deadly wire. Tugging at his jacket, LaSalle caught a glimpse of the crimson pool that was now making its way down to his pant leg, staining his tan colored jeans.

Damn. This was going to be a problem he thought as Pride called out him again in time with a muffled roar of metal. If they could manage to make their way to a higher degree of rubble before the building decided to collapse again then rescue workers might be able to get to them.

For Pride's sake, LaSalle needed to keep moving he reasoned glancing at the only man he had ever considered a father figure. Pride was one of two significant men in his life, the other being Cade. There was also Laurel to consider. What kind of person would he be if he selfishly allowed the man to die because he would rather lie down and lick his wounds then to try to find a way out of here?

He started to open his mouth as a deafening crack filled the space around them, the floor trembling beneath their feet. Sparks flashed and a fire ignited as one of the live wires struck the remains of some drywall.

"Move Now!" Pride shouted, not bothering to look back, taking off in dead run of hurdles and uncoordinated leaps as he stumbled over the shaking foundation to a more stable area.

When the angry rubble finally stopped falling, Pride frantically began to look around for LaSalle. He had been right behind him. Hadn't he? Moving gingerly, Pride started to pan the ruined area.

LaSalle was slumped over a good hundred feet away near what used to be an inner wall, hiding a hand inside of his jacket. He wasn't on his feet? Why was he sitting there? Something was wrong.

"CHRIS!" Pride sprang back into action trying to make his way back through the debris from which he just came, but it was thicker now, more obstacles blocked his way.

A few times, Pride fell to his knees tripping over rubble in his frantic race to get back to LaSalle. More than once, he had to duck and almost crawl to prevent being struck by one of the electrical wires.

"King! Get back! " Chris shouted, afraid that the rest of the dilapidated building was about to implode on them. As Pride drew closer, the two agents locked eyes in what was a dead serious gaze, until the older agent averted his attention to LaSalle's hand.

With baited breath, Pride gently pushed the wind breaker aside to see Chris' hand. Blood was dripping between his fingers.

"Lem'me see," Pride said calmly, earning an uncooperative retort.

"King-"

Pride didn't wait for LaSalle to respond before latching onto his wrist and shoving his hand out of the way. The huge gaping hole, in his agent's gut caused his heart to sink.

"Why didn't ya tell me," he asked raking a hand over his mouth. It was bad enough that they had worry a lack of oxygen and the possibility of the rest of the building falling on them. But now this? LaSalle's injury had put them on a clock. The odds were that the younger agent would bleed death hours before help arrived.

"Didn't see where it would do any good-." LaSalle shrugged as Pride removed his outer shirt so that he could use it to apply pressure to the wound.

"It's not enough, King," LaSalle hissed as Pride shoved the cotton material into the oozing wound and slapped his hands over it. "Ya need ta go."

"I'm going to find a way to stop the bleedin,'" Pride wasn't sure how, given the fact that he didn't have any resources to draw from but he would find something.

Pride watched as the blood started to soak into his shirt at what seemed to be an alarming rate, making him wonder if the rebar had hit artery. But the blood was dark crimson, not bright; he kept reminding himself trying to dispel the idea that there could be damage to something vital.

"We need to move," King said thinking about the blaze behind them. It was small for now, and would most likely fizzle out once it was finished eating its way through the drywall, but Pride didn't want to take that chance.

Pulling his hand away from the wound, Pride replaced it with LaSalle's. "Keep pressure on it." He said looping Chris' opposite arm around his shoulder.

LaSalle made a pained noise as Pride tried to pull them both to their feet.

"I can't," Chris let out an involuntary cry as the pain that he had been holding back was now hitting him full force causing his knees to buckle, gravity pulling him back to the floor. "You're gunna hafta go on without me."

That wasn't an option. Pride gave his agent a menacing look. "Are you saying, I have to carry you, Son?"

"Meb'be," LaSalle couldn't help but grin through his pain as he remembered how Pride had carried Messier from that run down motel room, after Solomon Ekpo had left him for dead. He didn't actually think Pride could do it again he thought trying to find the humor in the situation.

"Ya aren't going to make this easy for me? Are ya?" Pride quipped with a tired grin of his own. He knew that if LaSalle was smiling that there was hope on the horizon.

"No, sir. You once told me, my job was to keep you on your toes."

"And you're doing a good job of it." Pride clapped LaSalle's shoulder. Messier probably outweighed, LaSalle by a good 25-30 pounds, but he wasn't sure if could carry the agent and make it through the rubble without putting them in more danger.

"Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Sure thing, King," Chris wet his lips before settling his head against what had to be the last stable wall and closing his eyes. He had a feeling he was going to be waiting a long time.

For a third time, Pride made his way through what he now considered a path of debris. Free from the area of electrical wires, he made his way out of the main room and into what had been an entrance to a staff maintenance area where he remembered seeing the electrical control panel. Once he cut the remaining power, he and Christopher would be safe from any live wires.

Now onto the supply closet.

Supplies and tools were hidden in and amongst the pieces of concrete creating a game of hide and seek. With any luck, he would be able to find something….

Bingo. An unopened package of painter's towels and a roll of duct tape, It wasn't the best but for now that would be enough to create a makeshift bandage for LaSalle's wound and hopefully control the bleeding.

The sound of movement combined with the sensation of another presence, pulled Chris from his pain filled delirium. He would have like to have been sleeping, but it just wasn't possible. Instead he just teetered on a state of dozing and heavy meditation to try and dull the pain. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since Pride left. It could have been an hour or five minutes. The concept was beyond him.

Feeling someone close to him, he opened his eyes to a blurry figure. "King?" he swallowed as the figure knelt down, pointing a gun in his face.

"Think again."