Authors' Notes: Can you believe we're going to start on part 7 of this here soon? Craaaazy.
Anyhow in this chapter one of Charissa's worst fears happen.
Face swore and kept creeping closer, hiding behind a slot machine as Charissa suddenly pulled out the warrent and moved to arrest him. He gave a silent cheer that died when he heard someone fire, "Shit! Get down!" He flung himself out of his hiding spot towards her.
She turned seeing the gun pointed at her and everything seemed to move in slow motion from there. She moved, her eyes catching sight of Face as she tried to dodge the bullet, "Face… no!"
B.A. was really worried as they worked their way through the crowded casino, "Where do you think they are Hannibal?" He looked at his C.O. hoping the man had a plan, a clue anything really.
"Hopefully where that crowd is." He pointed at a bunch of thugs with guns out. And then he heard shots fired, "Dammit..."
Face was surprised when she made eye contact with him. His shoulder was suddenly on fire with pain, and he was confused by her look of horror. It didn't quite click that he'd been shot until he realized the burning sensation was making his skin wet.
She stood and looked down the line of her arm at Mugsy and fired, her eyes dark and wild as the gangster fell backwards clutching his chest, his white shirt turning red with blood. The rest of his men backed down, dropping their guns around her as the surviving heads of the Las Vegas Mafia moved forward to take them into their hands and do with them what they saw fit.
She moved forward then and fell to her knees at Face's side, "Somebody help!" She cried out as she tried to stop the bleeding, her hands shaking as she tried to focus and not get upset.
Murdock was the closest, tumbling over himself to reach his friends and put both his hands over Face's shoulder, "C'mon, Faceman, stay here."
Hannibal shouted at B.A., "I'm going to call an ambulance - get them out of there and to the front door!"
She was shaking with fear as she tried to do anything, something to help him but there was so much blood, "Fuck."
Suddenly B.A. was there and trying to get around her and Murdock, "Crazy Man! Move her so I can get Face." He ordered as he tried to carefully pick the fallen Lieutenant up from the floor.
Murdock took his bloody hands away from Face and held Charissa in a bear hug, hurrying out in the wake of the larger man. He kept his eyes glued to the back of Face's head, which was curled against B.A.'s shoulder, eyes almost shut.
Hannibal succeeded in getting through and getting the message, waiting by the curb. Flashing lights not of the gambling variety happened by in minutes, and they were off.
It felt like the longest ride ever as they sped towards the Las Vegas UMC hospital. When they got there, Face was rushed instantly inside and she tried desperately to follow only to be held back by B.A. this time.
"You can't go in there Girl!" He was amazed at the sudden strength she seemed to possess and he gripped her arms and held her back as the doors to the emergency rooms closed.
"Let me go B.A.. Let me the fuck go!" She struggled, but it was no use and finally she stopped.
"He's going to be fine." The large black man pulled the Captain back into his arms, he wasn't very good at this comforting stuff but he tried as he felt her shaking in his arms trying not to give into her emotions.
She let B.A. hold her, only because she couldn't fight him and her emotions off at the same time.
Murdock was washing his hands over and over in one of the bathroom sinks. Hannibal came in after he didn't emerge in five minutes, and watched Murdock compulsively wash for a full minute before stepping in and pulling him back, "It's gone. Come on. We need you out here."
After a moment when he was sure that Charissa wasn't going to try anything stupid he helped her to a chair and let her sit down, "Now stay put." B.A. warned her.
She looked up at him with dark empty eyes and nodded slowly before returning her gaze to the large double doors that Face had been taken through.
Murdock was still shaking and rubbing his hads together a little when Hannibal sat him down on a bench close to Charissa. He kept opening and closing his fists, staring at his palms, rubbing and rubbing.
A small noise from her pocket cut into the roaring sounds inside her head as she sat there, after a moment she realized it was her cell phone. Something told her she best look at it and when she saw the number she answered reluctantly, "This is Sosa." She sounded hollow, nothing like her normal self as she stood, "Yes sir… No. I had no choice, it was life or death." She began to pace as the conversation went on, "I'm sorry sir but I can't." She gripped the phone in her hand tighter, the device beginning to make popping sounds under the strain of her grip, "No sir. No, you don't understand, a man… who I- he might be dying because of saving my life. I will not leave until I know he is okay." Her voice had shifted, becoming angry, "Fine. Yes sir. Very well. Good bye." She clipped the last words short before she hurled her phone at the wall, "Damn it!" Without another word she stalked into the women's bathroom and began to kick things around.
B.A. blinked and looked from the door of the woman's bathroom that vibrated every so often when something hit it from the inside to Hannibal and Murdock, "Should one of us…" He didn't want to, and not because it was the women's washroom, but because it sounded like she was tearing the place apart and he really didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
Hannibal shook his head wordlessly, "Right now, big guy, we should try and draw as little attention to ourselves as possible."
Murdock, however, stood up, muttering something under his breath about mission failure, and ran into the woman's bathroom.
"Get out." She had stopped kicking at the doors and the trashcans around having fallen to her knees in the middle of the mess just staring at the blood on her hands. Face's blood. Her breathing was sharp and quick as though she wanted to scream with each breath she was taking but couldn't. When the door didn't make a sound she turned around, "I said-" She stopped mid sentence seeing Murdock, something in his eyes made her rise and go to him, "Murdock?"
B.A. blinked as the Crazy Man disappeared into what sounded like a warzone then looked at Hannibal and shrugged, " Looks like they're comin to ask for paper work to be filled out Boss." He commented when he saw a nurse coming towards them from the desk.
He wasn't really looking at her face. He was just looking in her general direction. His eyes were hallow, dark, haunted. He kept wetting his lips and looking down at his hands, as if they weren't really his own, "I...I-I lost him. He's dead..."
Hannibal winced and rolled up his sleeves, "Watch how many creative lies I can come up with in the next five minutes."
Yay for another update, even if it's a bit of a troublesome one... things will turn out.
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