This is a series of one-shots about hurt!Mike. He will be shot, stabbed, and kidnapped. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.
"This is the man?" a man asked, sizing up Mike, taking careful time looking at the black bag in his hand.
"This is him," Paul said, glancing between his protégé and the drug dealer they had to make a deal with.
It was supposed to be easy. Paul was supposed to be able to get in, get the drugs, and get out while the FBI came in, but the dealer wanted to meet the source of the drugs. Mike volunteered. Get in, sell the drugs, get busted.
Simple. Easy. Since when.
They made the deal, the dealer testing the product before handing over the bag of cash. Briggs and Warren checked for the cash before pretending to walk away, side by side.
They heard the FBI coming, yelling.
Briggs put his hands in the air, still facing his car.
Mike, on the other hand, turned around, ready to put the bag of money on the ground when he saw the dealer had a gun in his hand, pointing it at Briggs.
"Down!" Mike shouted, tackling his leader to the ground just as the gun went off, the shot echoing.
Mike and Briggs ended up sprawled on the dirt ground, the FBI closing in around them. The dealer was led away in cuffs.
"Wow. That was a close one, mi amigos," Johnny said, coming up to the men laying on the ground.
"Yeah, it was. You can get off now, Levi," Briggs said, stomach on the ground and a heavy weight he knew was his protégé on his back.
They waited a moment with no response.
"Hey, Levi, you okay?" Briggs asked, becoming slightly worried at the dead weight on his back and not being able to see anything.
"I got 'im," Johnny said, grabbing Mike under his arm and dragging him off of Briggs.
"Oh, no. This is bad," Johnny said when he started dragging, noticing the blood on the side of Mike's shirt.
As soon as he could move, Briggs quickly turned over, his question dying on his lips when he saw Mike.
"Get a bus," Briggs told the nearest agent, then turning his attention on his protégé.
"Lay him down, lay him down," was the order he heard coming off his lips next.
"Where was he hit?" Johnny asked as both he and Briggs quickly searched Mike's torso.
"Got it," Briggs said, finding one in his side.
He took that bullet for you. A voice inside Briggs's head said.
Briggs quickly pushed that away. He would think about that later, now his focus needed to be on Levi…. Whose eyes are closed, Briggs realized with a pit forming in his stomach.
"Hey. Hey, kiddo. Open your eyes," he said, slapping his face a bit as Johnny got his jacket off and was pressing it on the bullet wound.
"Bus'll be here in five," came a voice somewhere to Briggs's left, but he wasn't paying any attention on anything but his protégé.
"C'mon, Levi. You gotta open your eyes."
As small slits formed and Mike's eyes were slowly being able to be seen, a small smile spread across Paul's face.
"That's it, Levi. Keep your eyes open."
Mike opened his mouth to say something, but coughed, blood splattering on his lips.
"That's not good," Johnny muttered, both of them knowing the bullet must have hit a lung.
"Don't try to talk, Mikey, okay? Keep your mouth shut and focus on your breathing, alright?"
Mike nodded a bit before his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Hey! No, no, no, no! Open your eyes, Mike! Mike! Open your eyes!" Briggs started shouting again and again.
"Sir, please, you have to move," a voice said, and Briggs was pulled away from his protégé by Johnny.
He realized the bus got here.
In a quick blur, Mike was loaded into the ambulance, and was whisked off. Paul and Johnny just standing in the wake.
"What do we do?" Johnny asked, pulling Briggs out of his trance.
"Can I leave this scene with you?" Briggs asked an agent. The agent quickly nodded in response.
"Hospital?" Johnny realized.
"Yeah. Hospital," Briggs replied, jumping into his vehicle, Johnny riding shotgun, and took off to the nearest hospital with some help from the passenger.
The second they got there, both Briggs and Johnny were out of the vehicle and in through the sliding front doors.
"I'm looking for Mike Warren, an FBI agent admitted not long ago," Briggs immediately said to the nurse at the front desk, flashing his badge, trying to get any information he could about his trainee.
The nurse quickly typed in the information before turning to the two agents, "I'm sorry, sir, it seem as through Agent Warren is still in surgery. Feel free to wait in the waiting room."
But it didn't sound like a friendly request. This nurse had obviously had her fair share of dealing with cops or agent that have gone into surgery and having their partners come in and flash their badge.
With a sigh, Briggs and Johnny sauntered into the waiting room, defeated looks on their faces. Then, Johnny's phone rang.
"Aw, no. I totally forgot," Johnny said, answering the phone.
Briggs was confused only until he heard Johnny say, "I know it's sauce night, but something came up."
There was a pause before Johnny replied, "Uh… it's…. um…."
Briggs silently held out his hand for the phone. Johnny passed it over, grateful for not having to say it aloud.
"Hey, Charlie," Briggs nearly whispered.
"Is everything okay? Johnny missing sauce night? That's never happened before."
"Charlie, it's Mike. He's been shot. We're at the hospital," he said bluntly.
"What! Why didn't you call sooner?" a deep breath was heard over the line, along with a few questioning voices before the voice of Charlie came back with, "Is he okay?"
"Don't know yet. He's still in surgery," Briggs said quietly.
"Alright, alright," Charlie said, gathering herself. "Where are you guys?"
"Hospital. The one south of town. You don't have to come, Charlie-"
"You think we're not coming when one of us is injured? Especially when we don't know how bad it is? We're on our way."
The line went dead.
"I'm assuming they're on their way, from the conversation I heard," Johnny said.
"Yeah, they're coming."
That was the last thing said between them as they waited. And waited. And waited. Glancing at the clock every few minutes. Thirty minutes in, a small group consisting of Jakes, Paige, and Charlie came rushing in, spotting their two comrades immediately and going over.
"So what happened?" Charlie asked.
"I wasn't paying attention," Briggs said, finally getting out what he had been thinking ever since he and Johnny left for the hospital.
"Briggs, man, this is not your fault," Johnny tried to back him up.
"Yes, it is. I wasn't paying attention. I had my back to the dealer. Rookie move. And the rookie saved me and took a bullet," he muttered.
"You couldn't have known he was going to do that. We didn't even think he had a gun="
"But you're always supposed to assume that they have one, so something like this doesn't happen."
"Hey. Stop pointing a finger at yourself. Mikey's a tough guy, he'll be fine," Charlie said, a slight waver in her voice the only thing giving her away that she was worried.
Nearly two hours later, a doctor approached the group.
"How is he?" everyone asked.
The doctor sighed.
"I'm cautiously optimistic, but I do believe Mike Warren will be fine. The first twenty-four hours will be the real test. After that, it's all but guaranteed."
Three weeks later, Mike walked down the stairs, a slight grimace all that gave away his pain.
"Levi, you shouldn't be out of bed," Briggs said from his spot on the couch, pretending to make an offhand comment, but paying close attention to any signs that Mike may be in pain or fall down.
"I've been in bed for weeks. I'm bored," Mike admitted. "Where is everyone?"
"Cases, I think," Briggs said.
"Speaking of cases," Mike started.
"You might as well stop there, Mikey. No cases for a while," Briggs said, knowing what Mike would say.
Mike groaned, and Paul couldn't help but smirk a little.