CHAPTER 11. SMALL PLACES
John blinked against the darkness, his head pounding, the ground beneath him vibrating, he tried to sit up only to hit his already aching head on the roof of something very metal and very, very low. A cold fear started to crawl into his skin, he let his hands deafly feel around. "A trunk." John groaned, the sounds of tires on cement, and traffic muffled but undeniable, he was in a trunk.
He tried to bring his knees up, maybe kick at the roof no matter how ridiculous and futile, he had to try. Already he felt a cold sweat start to coat his forehead, there was air, it was ridiculous to think he wouldn't have enough oxygen, but still John had never liked small cramped spaces. He started to kick now, and yell hoping someone would hear, perhaps a pedestrian crossing at a red light, or another car anyone.
The trunk was bare of any kind of weapon, just more rope, these bastards hadn't even tied his hands and feet. He guessed they'd hoped he'd stay knocked out for the duration of the ride. Well John Watson wasn't going to go down easily.
The muffled voices of his kidnappers could be heard through the trunk, John strained to hear the conversation over the pounding in his head and the heavy thud of his rapidly beating heart.
"Dammit, pull over into a side alley, we better shut him up before someone get suspicious. Nick handle it! Ryan open my door. No one kill him, not yet at least!"
The doctor waited, this would be his chance, and he knew he only had one, even now it would be tricky. The doors of the car opening, he counted three doors, two slammed, someone was moving to the rear of the car. Steady soldier, wait for it.
"No! Wait!" Davy's command was a second to late, as soon as the trunk popped open the Doctor took the opportunity to kick the lid up catching the idiot Nick right square to the face, he fell back stunned from the force, a hand to his face, blood flowing out from his nose and down his chin.
"FUCK!" he groaned, blinded by the pain and of course a busted nose did tend to haze ones vision. John launched himself at the second man dressed as a police officer coming at him.
Davy glared down at Nick still sitting on his ass holding his bleeding nose. "You think next time you could maybe hold a gun on the man, maybe have someone cover you. Idiot."
"Don't you move! Hands up!" Davy turned his newly bleached blond head to look humorously at a police officer, a real one, holding a radio he could hear the man calling for back up.
"You have to be kidding me." Davy couldn't help but laugh.
"I will shoot! I said step away from the officer."
"Alright, alright." Davy looked down at his friend a grin of amusement on Nicks aching face. "I'm going. It wasn't me. Just an accident officer."
"Sure it was, on your knees, now! And keep those hands on the back of your head blondie!" Davy nodded getting down, he heard without turning as the constables partner went to help subdue John. Now this was getting exciting.
"You alright?" Nick nodded standing up he walked over to the cop holding a gun on his friend.
"Yeah, the wanker caught me off guard. Good thing you showed."
"Cant be to careful with those cop killers out on the street. Benny and Rich should be rolling by but I think we can handle this."
"Yeah, yeah of course." Nick stood directly behind the unsuspecting officer, glancing down the alley to see if he could see a cop car. "Could you help me get him into the car then? My nose is broken I cant see worth shit."
"Yeah, mate yeah." Nick followed the man keeping an eye over his shoulder he could see the second cop car. They should finish this and quick.
"No! You don't understand! They aren't cops!" John held one of his kidnappers in a choke hold he wasn't going to let the bastard go.
"I said! Let him go or I will shoot!" John couldn't believe his luck, his head pounding; he must have been slow, forgetting temporarily about the other two armed men until the sound of gunfire snapped his attention and that of the officer in front of him, the man he held in a choke hold used the diversion to his advantage.
John received a hard elbow to his left side and this caused him to loosen his grip gasping for air, he hit the cement.
"Thanks officer. He's pretty tough for a little guy." Ryan grabbed his gun that had fallen in the struggle he fired at the confused officer. John kicked the back of the imposters leg just as the gun fired, resulting in the bullet hitting the shocked officer in the shoulder instead of in the chest.
"Boss!" Nick ducked someone was shooting the other cops had showed, "We have to get out of here, ditch the car! They're blocking the alley exit."
Davy sent a hard kick to the wounded officer, hard enough to knock him back and out, he wanted to stomp the now unconscious mans face but Nick was pulling him back.
"Boss!" another bullet whizzing just over their heads. "We have to get out of here! You know more are on the way! Ryan leave him! Lets go! We'll get him later!" Nick returned fire down the alley.
Ryan didn't hesitate he left the two men in the alley, self-preservation always won out over revenge.
"Here put pressure on that!" John crawled over to the downed officer, pulling his brown jumper off and placing it over the man's bleeding shoulder, the cool spring air on his skin felt sobering and for a minute the fuzz that accompanied his head ache seemed to ebb.
"What?"
" Please listen your back ups coming, I'm not letting these bastard go! Not this time." The cop frowned. "You'll be fine just keep that pressure on it."
"Wait-"
"Trust me I'm a doctor, and that bullet went straight through, you're lucky it wasn't higher or more to the right. Mind if I borrow this?" John took the officers discarded weapon and ducked down again "Do you think you can tell them to hold their fire?" the cop looked on John confused "Sod this. Just remember what I said!" That said the downed police officer watched the blond man in the white blood stained t-shirt disappear cautiously down the narrowing alleyway.
