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Dempsey felt his heart racing as the other officers yelled. More gun shots ran out as his feet carried him towards the small metal garage at the end of the drive. His gun in his right hand he couldn't hear anything other than the pounding of his blood through his veins.
"Dempsey!" Chas yelled as the door to the garage flung open. Johnson held an apparently semi comatose Harry against him. It was clear the detective had sustained a head wound as well as the wound to her leg. Dempsey stopped; his gun trained on the man in front of him.
"It's over!" Chas yelled. "Let DS Makepeace go."
Johnson smirked as Harry slumped against him. Dempsey felt sick; it wasn't the first time he had seen Harry injured but the way she sagged against her captor he couldn't help but think she was dead.
"Police!" Spikings yelled. "You're surrounded. No good can come of this. Let her go."
"Nah." He cocked the gun once more as Harry's head lolled to the side. Her eyes caught Dempsey's. He raised an eyebrow as he realised Harry wasn't as comprise as her captor thought. He felt his lip quirk into a half smile.
"Put down the gun. On the count of three." Dempsey watched. Harry let her head loll backwards. Spikings glared at Dempsey - unsure what he was playing at.
"One." Dempsey felt the blood pounding in his ears. Harry blinked. The gun pressed into her temple. "Two." Harry curled her hand into a fist, her eyes now clearly focused on what she was doing. "Three." Harry kicked him sharply in the shin as her elbow connected with Johnson's gut. The gun sprawled across the floor as Dempsey and Chas grabbed the heavy set man fell forward. Harry hit the ground heavily, grunting as she landed on her side. Spikings walked over to her.
"DS Makepeace."
"Sir." She gasped as he sat next to her. He ran his eyes over the her, looking for any obvious injury. He sucked in a breath as he noticed her damaged ankle.
"That looks nasty."
"It stings."
"Are you ok? Otherwise?"
She nodded, aware that he was trying to ask whether she had been subjected to the same treatment as the previous victims. She swallowed hard, looking away.
"I'm fine, Sir. I'm always fine."
"Thank God. That ankle needs seeing to. I'll have Dempsey get you to the hospital. We'll get your statement later. Understood."
"Yes Sir." Harry paused as Dempsey walked over to them. Dempsey nodded as Spikings got to his feet.
"Look after her." Spikings ordered. Dempsey nodded before sitting next to Harry. Spikings walked away; knowing that Chas had taken Johnson back to the station. The once hectic crime scene was almost deserted. Dempsey touched her face.
"Harry."
"I'm ok." She held his hand as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Dempsey."
"I let you down."
"No." She paused.
"I was too slow. I'm sorry Harry. I'm so sorry." He looked away. Harry shook her head.
"You've nothing to be sorry for." She bit her lip. "James."
"I'm taking you to casualty. Can you stand?"
"Of course."
She struggled to stand as Dempsey scooped her into his arms. She closed her eyes as Dempsey held her; knowing that sooner or later the tears would fall.
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