Brief, tragic oneshot to ease me back into the CI game. Major character death ahead. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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Two shots.
The smell of gunpowder.
The sound of her own screams shattering the nighttime air.
Fear clawed at her heart as blood misted through the air and rubber squealed ruthlessly against asphalt. One moment he was there; the next, he was sprawled out on the sidewalk with a hole in his chest and another in his abdomen.
"Bobby!"
Time suddenly sped up as Alex Eames dropped to her knees beside her fallen partner, best friend and lover.
This wasn't happening.
She barely registered the sound of her voice as she screamed into her walkie.
"10-13, 10-13! Officer down!"
The useless electronic device slid from her hand. Yanking her jacket off, she wadded it up and placed it against the wound pumping blood from his chest.
He was so pale…
She pressed all her weight against the wound, her entire body trembling as she tried to keep Bobby alive.
"Bobby, talk to me, sweetheart," she heard herself plead. "Stay with me."
The blood, his blood, soaked her jacket and stained her hands. Every breath was a struggle for him as blood slowly filled his lungs.
Cold realization hit her when his heart slowed and she still couldn't hear the sirens.
He was leaving her…
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she lowered her head to his chest. "I love you," she whispered over and over again. "I love you, Bobby."
Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. "L-Love you, Alex…" His hand came up and gently stroked her hair.
She rested her ear over his faltering heartbeat.
This couldn't be happening.
The paramedics arrived a few minutes later to a devastating sight. A blond woman was hunched over an unmoving form and sobbing relentlessly. They followed procedure and checked his vitals, but there was nothing to be found. It took several minutes and two of the medics to pull the woman from her companion, and when they were finally able, an ear-shattering scream tore loose from her throat.
"Bobby!"
Finis.
