"Elliot," Her breathless pleas fell on deaf ears.His gun clacked wildly as as his hand shook, gun pointed at the child molester in front of them. "Elliot, it's over." He just breathed, his vision tunneling.
The terrified thirteen year old cowered behind Olivia, who's eye was starting to bruise and nose was bleeding. "Elliot."
"Who should I pop first?" He tormented in the large warehouse. Elliot and Olivia has split up but he had found Elliot's partner first. "I love 'em young but your partner is pretty sweet. Wish I found her 20 years ago."
Elliot's eye twitched as he moved silently but quickly, following the perp's words. He jumped as he heard Olivia cry out in pain, a vein throbbing in his neck.
"Elliot, back up is on the way. It's over now. Put away your gun." Olivia begged. The muzzle of the gun remained on the suspect, who'd wet himself in front of Elliot.
Elliot cried out as Olivia forcefully moved him and disarmed his gun. "It's okay," She breathed. "I'm okay."