Mick; Moments earlier;
Nothing! Seriously Love, trust someone enough to know your secrets. Skimming through her Emails revealed no more than work stuff and little else other than spam. Everything of hers hadn't shed any new light on our 'case'. Prophet was just doing the last few calls and Pen was combing through Carson's digital life. I was secretly praying that Carson was stupid enough to leave a detailed plan in his desk because he couldn't use his computer. It wasn't until Proph cuffed me round the head did I realize my phone was ringing.
"Rawson," I sighed.
Expecting Coop to answer, my jaw dragged as I heard her voice. I tugged at my hair as I was actually left speechless.
"Gina! Are you alright love? Where are you?" I nearly yelled, slightly distracted by the sirens in the background.
Both of my teammates had frozen on hearing the familiar name and my frantic questions. Neither actually spoke, intent on waiting a full account.
"I'm sorry..."
It was rushed and whispered; I don't know which freaked me out more. Hearing her end clatter aside I panicked.
"Gina!" I shouted, rather shamefully making my friends jump. "Bloody hell, Penelope can you trace this call."
"Already on it, Hotness." She snapped back ferociously staring at her laptop.
"I'll call Coop, he'll want to know," Prophet said calmly walking out of the room cell in hand.
Wait, what was that? No it couldn't be... I could literally feel any remnants of color drain from my face. The tell tale crack of a hand gun being discharged. I bit back the urge to yell again, trying to pick up any more info. Slowing my breath as I did when lining up a shot, I kept adrenalin at bay. A habit drilled into me at the sound of gunfire. One I was repeatedly thankful for as I heard fragments of conversation.
"Why? ...we could have had..., you don't get it do you... Home."
It was too noisy to catch the whole story or really tell who had spoken. I had to curse at the damn alarms, and then it hit me. Gina LaSalle, you bloody genius. Pulling the computer round to face me I pulled up a map of DC along with a list of station numbers. I hope this works...
Gina;
The face behind the gun aimed at my chest no longer showed any trace of second guessing. It was cold; devoid of everything, but anger. If I wasn't so used to disappointed glares I might have looked away. Instead I quietly stared back, hands out stretched, waiting. Accepting the outcomes of this situation, sure enough, he approached.
"Carson, talk to me. What happened with Ryan?" I begged, not caring about the desperation in my voice. If I was going to die, it would be knowing the circumstances. I was not going to be kept in the dark again.
"It was an accident. Ryan was so like my little brother..." His eyes flashed with anger. "You deserved better than him."
I just about choked. I think he took my silence the wrong way.
"He was going to propose to you. I didn't want you to make that mistake."
It hurt to know that his death was pointless; it was killing me to know it was my fault. That the man in front of me, who barely spoke to me, seemed to think our close friendship was more than it was. That I was so blind to miss it; jealousy.
"Why would you care?"
The sharp glare I received made me shiver. God, why did I have to be such a bitch? I knew it was a defense mechanism, but still, all it did was bring trouble.
"You never saw me, did you? Always in the background no matter where we were, or what we did. Special Agent Gina LaSalle never noticed what was right in front of her. I think your father is right about you, Gina. I mean look at where you are now, you were never cut out to be FBI." He paused stepping closer to me. "The frat rules wouldn't apply to us if you just left..."
I backed away, scared of what he might do. Of what he could do. A small whimper escaped my lips. I collapsed only now noticing the stain on my jeans. I was so pumped on adrenaline that I hadn't noticed it until I tried to run. I didn't register anything past that as Carson forced himself on top of me. Putting an end to my desperate crawls. The hole in my leg burned like crazy as he leant his weight over me. Nothing was going to change what was going to happen now. That was what scared me the most.
AN sorry for the delay, again, my teachers have overloaded on homework. Enjoy and please review. For now I better call it a night, Seth;)
