Hey guys! This is my first Graceland fic and I am pretty excited. I am a definite Pike shipper so if you don't like that, I suggest you don't read on. If you do like it, I tried to keep them in character as much as I could. This is what I think would be their relationship if they just simply gave into their feelings.

P.S. If you are following my Grimm story, Cops and Robbers Don't Mix, I am working on it. There will be a list of excuses... I mean explanations when I update that story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the TV show Graceland. All recognizable characters, etc. are property of those who are involved in the show's production. If I did own it, I would be in the show and every episode would have me making out with Aaron Tveit. A girl can dream...

Enjoy!

Search & Rescue

Chapter 1

The damn warehouse was on fire. Flames licked at every corner and crevice, melting and destroying everything they came into contact with, almost as if they were toddlers using markers for the first time; eager to see what would happen when varying colors were plastered wherever they could reach. But, the only colors Mike could see were intense oranges and reds, and where the fire was the hottest, deep hues of blue. He needed to get Paige out of her.

"We need to find a way outta here!" shouted Paige over the ever-present crackling of burning materials.

Mike glanced around the room trying to find an exit. It was disorienting the way the smoke covered the room, making it feel like there was a thick opaque window closing them off from civilization. He could barely see Paige's soot-stained face and had to go off the sounds of her coughing to be able to find her.

He briefly heard pounding, something like heavy boot falls tromping through hallways, and he almost put it down to the fire burning God-knows-what, when three heavily armed men burst through what would have to be the door Paige had led Mike through not ten minutes ago.

Before they could be seen, Mike pulled Paige behind a couple crates that were surprisingly still intact and not on fire.

"Who are these guys?" Mike whispered to Paige as the men continued to search the warehouse.

"That's Viscard and his men; they probably caught onto my investigation of their heroin importing business," answered Paige, matching Mike's whisper. She seemed to be lost in thought until pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

"Damn it! They've probably been working with Jacoby so they can get larger amounts without drawing too much attention to themselves."

Jacoby was the reason they were currently at the warehouse. He was probably the one who tipped them off to Viscard.

Movement caught the corner of Mike's eye. They would have to figure out what was going on later. First, they needed to find a way out before they were burned to death or suffocated, which every came first. Mike pulled his gun.

Paige seemed to sense the danger too because she immediately pulled her weapon from its holster, ready to take on the threat.

However, before she could protest, Mike mumbled a quick "cover me" and leaped out from behind their cover, gun-a-blazin'.

"Dammit, Mike!" Paige muttered, quickly firing shots in rapid succession, unhappy with the lone ranger crap.


The sounds of gunfire slowed. Mike managed to take out two of the three men, but Viscard was still around somewhere.

"Come on Viscard. I know you're not going to hide forever," he sputtered out between forceful coughs.

"Mike-"came a breathless voice.

Mike instantly froze when he saw Paige. Blood was seeping slowly from a wound on her temple, conspicuous against her too pale face. Mike could tell she was dazed from an obvious pistol whip which probably explained why Viscard had been able to get her into a chock hold, gun pressed against her neck.

No way in hell Paige would go down without a fight. Mike could tell by Viscard's stance that he would be nursing a couple of bruised ribs tomorrow.

That's my girl.

"If you cooperate, we can probably cut you a deal!" Mike firmly trained his gun at Viscard, attempting to search for a clean shot but knowing it was futile. He couldn't shoot without hitting Paige. He would resort to that at the last-minute. Perhaps he would never resort to the idea.

"Yeah…right. As soon as I walk out, I will be surrounded and you'll lock me up for life!"

"I promise that won't happened if you just let her go!"

Mike was grasping at straws, but Viscard didn't need to know that. He was simply stalling the situation. Backup was still ten minutes out. They didn't expect to be ambushed; they didn't even want the backup, but overprotective Charlie and not-to-be-argued-with Briggs insisted on it when they heard what they were doing.

He was grateful they did.

His eyes were watering and it was getting harder to hinder the powerful coughs wanting to rip out of his chest. He looked at Paige and knew that she wasn't faring much better.

He desperately needed to figure something out, and he was wracking his muddled brain for the first good idea to pop up when a loud creaking noise overhead drew him from his thoughts.

He lowered his gun slightly to investigate what was going on. It would be a huge mistake he would beat himself up about later.

Viscard saw this as the perfect opportunity to escape while Mike was distracted. He dragged Paige to the exit, training his gun on Mike. He wasn't going to let the bastard keep him from taking her.

A single gunshot rang out.


There was sound, reverberating through the concrete walls and a small flash from the muzzle of the gun, and then silence other than the sound of flames still destroying.

Disorientation clouded Mike's mind and before he knew what had happened, he felt agony lace up his leg. With no intention to, he cried out, the leg collapsing beneath him, leaving him sprawled across the warehouse's dirty floor, gun momentarily forgotten.

"Mike!"

He vaguely heard Paige shout his name, but he was too preoccupied with being swallowed by white-hot relentless pain to react to her voice. He could feel blood flowing out of the wound, but he couldn't bring himself to stop the bleeding. His energy was sapped, adrenaline pooling out like a leaky faucet. He could feel cold seeping deep into his bones, leaving him shaky and weak. He coughed, trying to expel the breath stuck in his throat and all the unknown particles the smoke held. He had to get up and get Paige, but he couldn't find the vigor.

So, he watched with clouded eyes as Viscard pulled Paige from the burning warehouse.

And as the darkness consumed him, his last bright-sided thought was:

At least she won't burn to death.

He couldn't say the same thing for himself.


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P.S. If you are following my Grimm story, Cops and Robbers Don't Mix, I am working on an update. There will be a list of excuses...I mean explanations when an update comes through. So sorry guys!