Shots

"Russian Roulette"

Since so many people messaged me about this story good and bad about continuing in the "Shot" sequence I decided to do one more. If you all like these little shots let me know and I can add more. As for my other story "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" the next chapter is coming just needed to take a break from that one.

I understand that no one seems to be overly excited with the character death, and that's fine it was just some random grouping of thought that has popped in my head.

Life always tends to surprise you, when you least expect it to. I guess that is why I liken it to a loaded gun, you never know when that shot is going to go off and you lose the game of roulette that you weren't expecting to be playing. I suppose that is why this night was so off, why we all got to the scene at the wrong time, why one of us is leaving in a body bag rather than in the car.

The day was dark, dreary, but relatively normal for this kind of case I mean it was just one of those days. We all have them at times, but this one just seemed even more unusual. We were supposed to be taking a surveillance shift, just watching a group of suspected art thieves in case they made a move. So I'd decided to bring along Neal, he hated surveillance but he had a great knack at noticing things that I sometimes miss.

Like every normal thing, it didn't end normal. We were just sitting there talking about something …something that doesn't seem that important any more, but I know it had been then. We were caught off guard when someone in a MOMA uniform walked into the lobby, Neal spotted the guard's uniform first but still it was a shock. They were making a move, they had an inside man. I called it in while Neal slipped from the car, heading over to the building. It wasn't my idea, but sometimes the kid is good.

I wasn't in the car long, not longer than five minutes. I couldn't have been…but it was too long for Neal. Something happened, I heard shoots and then shots and without thinking I bolted across the street. I know I shouldn't have done it, that I was just asking for trouble by blinding running across those two lanes but I wasn't expecting for what hit me.

Even now it doesn't feel like anything happened, I remember lights…bright lights. Then for some reason I remember being above what happened, I guess I must have been flying through the air…yeah that would make sense. But I don't remember pain, I don't even remember landing. I know I had to because right now I'm on cold concrete, but I don't remember getting from point A to point B. I don't even remember how Neal got to my side.

I know I must be in pain; I have to be because I'm cold and I can't move. But I can feel hands, I can feel his hands roving over my body and it's odd that I can feel warmth from his hands against my cold skin. He's talking to me, I know he is but I don't understand what he's saying. Maybe it's because I can't really breathe, or that I can't really focus. I don't know, I just know that by the way he's frantically moving that this cannot be good. The kid has lost so much, he's lost Kate, he's lost his life as he knew it, and now…I can't be that next thing. No, he's not ready for that.

You know when I took this job I always thought it would be a bullet that landed me in this situation, not a car. I guess that is the chance you take with life. You never know when that round will pop up, the chamber will empty, and all that will be left behind is dust and some old memories.

I guess that isn't so bad, at least there is something left behind. I wish in this moment I could roll over and hug my wife, just wrap my arms around her one last time. I'll miss the feeling of her in the morning, the touch of her body against mine, the way she tries to hide under the covers for those last few moments of sleep, and of course her smile.

There are things that I'll miss, people that I'll miss, but I know that this cannot be the last chapter. It can't end like this, me in a body bag and Neal in the car. It just seems so...wrong.

THE END