Wow, it's been a hella long time. Sorry! Only own Ruby! Enjoy!
"Morning boys." I smiled, sliding into the passenger's seat with Cougar.
There was a groan from Roque, and two smiles from Pooch and Cougs.
"Morning." Aisha grinned as she got in the van, followed by a messy looking Clay.
"Oh, that's just peachy." Roque growled, I narrowed my eyes, looking straight out the front of the van.
I rolled my eyes and rested my head against Cougar's shoulder. Pooch frowned and turned to look at Clay and Roque. "Aight, we ain't goin no where till you two squash this bullshit."
They both glared at him before Clay spoke gruffly. "We're on a schedule."
Pooch nodded, "Oh yeah, we're on a schedule." he mocked Clay, taking the keys out of the ignition. He turned around again, looking at them expectantly.
Clay sighed. "Roque, I'm sorry I punched you in the face."
"Great! Roque? Roque!" Pooch commanded.
Roque rolled his eyes. "Clay, I'm sorry I threatened to cut your head off."
"Very good! Don't you two feel better?" Pooch grinned.
They both glared, speaking in synch, "No."
"Don't care!" Pooch laughed. "Cuz I do! Now whatdya say let's go see Jensen get himself killed?" he grinned again, fist bumping Cougar.
I sighed and started applying make-up so that it appeared as though I cared about such things. I dug through my bag, pulling out a pair of black pumps and sliding them on.
"Alright Rubes, get out." Clay ordered once we arrived in front of the giant building. I stepped from the van and straightened my tight, black pencil skirt and matching formal jacket. I took a deep breath and started toward the building, walking with an air of professional coldness about me. The ridiculously tight bun my hair was in was beginning to annoy me greatly.
I stepped inside, flashing my fake I.D. card at security and walking swiftly up the stairs. I stopped next to a group of women waiting for the elevator.
The doors slid open after a couple seconds to reveal a mostly naked Jensen. My eyes widened in shock as he laughed nervously before saying, "Likin the angle of the dangle?" I rolled my eyes and stepped in awkwardly. He shook his head slightly and looked down as the doors slid shut.
"What in the hell Jensen." I growled in annoyance. I was a little ticked that several women had just seen him like that.
He tried to defend himself but I held up a hand. "Just make the call."
He lowered his head in defeat and called the head honcho with some bullshit story. I tried to ignore what an incredibly tight shirt he was wearing. He hung up and glanced at me.
"Why Ruby, are you checking me out?" he grinned slyly.
I glared up at him. "Don't be ridiculous." I snapped. He smirked in an infuriatingly cute way and took a step towards me, backing me into a corner of the elevator.
"So, you don't find this tight shirt attractive at all?" he raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner.
I gritted my teeth, turning my head away. "Don't you have something else to do?"
"Yes, he does." Clay's annoyed voice sounded in our ears. Jensen's face turned bright red and he backed away, sliding a shirt and name tag on. I straightened my outfit again, standing near him, facing the doors.
The doors came open and we walked past the head honcho, Jensen holding the door open for me. I walked up to the woman at the front desk and started asking her about her outfit so that Jensen could slip past easily. A couple minutes later, a big security guy walked into the office and Jensen knocked him out with his briefcase.
He sprinted out, grabbing me by the hand and running through the offices until we were by the windows.
"Freeze!" three security guards were behind us. I turned around wide-eyed and held up my hands.
"Please don't hurt him! He's mentally unstable! I'm taking him to an institution today, he got out of the apartment! We won't trouble you again, I swear!" I pleaded with them in a fake voice.
One of the guards narrowed his eyes and fired.
All I could tell was that pain was blossoming in my stomach and Jensen was yelling. Three shots were fired and the security guards were down. Jensen picked me up and sprinted down the stairs.
I cringed in pain and curled into him. I could barely hear Clay, Cougar, Pooch and Roque screaming into Jensen's ear piece. I knew I would go into shock, so I tried to calm myself down and focus on Jensen.
"Stay with me baby." Jensen spoke quickly. "Baby, no, don't close your eyes. Focus, Rubes." he said urgently, he looked as though he was going to cry.
I fought the sleepiness coming over me and forced myself to look at Jensen. At his cute face. At the tears that he was barely holding back. At the rippling muscles that we're holding me tightly to him.
We burst into the street and the van was already waiting for us. Jensen practically leapt into it and didn't even have the door shut before Pooch started driving.
"Don't close your eyes, baby." Jensen whispered, stripping off his collared t-shirt and pressing it to my stomach. The sudden shock of pain made my eyes snap open and I cried out loudly. After a few more seconds of my writhing in pain, Jensen forced Clay to take over pressing the shirt to me.
Jensen's P.O.V.
"Don't close your eyes, baby." I pleaded with her. Tears were freely running down my face, but I honestly didn't care. I tore off the shirt I was wearing over my white undershirt and pressed it to the bullet wound that was bleeding a scary amount. She cried out in pain and started moving in a way that physically pained me to see. I shoved the shirt into Clay's hands and he took over immediately.
I threw myself into a seat and covered my face with my hands. It pained me too much to see her like this. I couldn't take it. I wouldn't be the one bringing her even more pain. I couldn't protect her. I was an absolute failure. She's in horrible pain and it's all my fault.
She had been trying to protect me back in the building, and she'd gotten shot for it. She suddenly screamed in pain and I saw Cougar taking the bullet out of her stomach.
I winced and looked away. "What the hell are you doing man?" Roque growled. "Go and hold her hand or somethin." he snapped, shoving me to the floor next to her.
I grabbed her hand and she squeezed it tightly as Cougar began sewing the bullet hole up. I took off my undershirt and gave it to her to bite down on. She bit down so hard I thought she might tear holes in it. She then went completely limp just as cougar finished pulling the needle through her stomach.
"Rubes!" I cried in fear.
"Calm down." Cougar said shakily. "She passed out from pain. She should wake up soon enough."
I took a deep shuddering breath and pulled her into my lap, cradling her carefully. I ran the back of my hand over my cheeks, removing the tear stains. I pressed my forehead to hers and bit my lip, holding back more tears that threatened to spill.