So a slightly different kind of story from me here. Set during 9-8 but going on my own way from there. Also the first few chapters will be shorter than I usually writer. Hopefully short and quick!
8th November 2010 2:35pm
The echo of the gun shots were still ringing in Harry's ears as Lucas crumpled to the ground. Harry ran towards him, praying that it hadn't been a kill shot. He felt a slight relaxing of tension when he heard Lucas moaning on the ground. Crouching over him, he needed to get information more than he ever needed it in his life.
"No, you're not going to die yet," Harry hissed under his breath. "Where is she?"
"I can't…"
"Lucas, tell me where she is!" he half screamed, half begged. "Please. Where's Ruth?" Nothing. "I need to know. Come on!"
"She's on an anaesthetic drip," Lucas breathed as his eyes rolled, clearly in pain from the bullet lodged in his chest. Judging from the darkness of the blood, he didn't have long to live. "She'll overdose… soon. Very soon."
"No," Harry whispered, fear filling him. He suddenly had a very strict time frame within which he had to find her. If he didn't… it would be unthinkable.
"Where!" Harry demanded. "I need to find her." Lucas closed his eyes and Harry felt the thrill of fear. "Don't be responsible for killing her, Lucas. Have some compassion." Lucas's eyes glazed over, the lack of life telling. "No, wake up you bastard." He knew in his heart that Lucas had breathed his last, but he couldn't accept that. Because if he accepted it, then what would happen to Ruth? He felt sick as he realised what this meant.
"Harry…" A hand on his shoulder accompanied the voice, trying to pull him away.
"No!" he shouted. Gripping Lucas's jacket tightly he pressed him against the concrete, begging for him to wake up. "Come on. I need to find her." Nothing. Lucas was gone. "Shit."
Harry stood up and turned away from his traitorous former section chief with disgust to face both Beth and Dimitri. "Find her," he said urgently. "I don't care how, relay it to Tariq, maybe Lucas or Ruth have been caught on CCTV somewhere. We don't have much time."
Both of them got on their phones, as did Harry, calling a car to take them back to the grid. He had to find her, because the alternative was simply unthinkable. To know that Ruth was going to overdose, but not know where she was? The worst kind of torture. Or maybe that had been Lucas's point. Shaking his head, he did something he hadn't done in years. He prayed.