MY Gracie Lou
Summary: A series of scenes from the movie told from Eric Matthews POV. One of the scenes I made up. It's cute, I hope. This is for all of you who thought one kiss wasn't enough.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the character McGuire and the one scene that's not from the movie and the flashback scenes.
Rated: PG-13 to be on the safe side.
Chapter One: The Russian Restaurant
* Takes place right after the feds bust in *
I watch Grace Heart run over to the Russian codenamed Curly and start to perform the Heimlich maneuver. It would be comical if the situation weren't so tense. She's a skinny little thing who I had my eye on when she first joined the agency. However, I soon learned agent Grace Heart was a better man than woman. She didn't take shit from anyone and I doubt she ever combs that mess of brown hair. But she's funny and smart and a helluva good agent when she's not letting her emotions cloud her judgment. She soon became one of good friends, an ally in case things got rough.
Curly has coughed up the peanut he was choking on and now he's holding a knife to Grace's throat. To the untrained eye this would seem like a dangerous situation from our little Grace. But to the trained eye the Russian was in more jeopardy than she is. Still I feel an unfamiliar clench at my heart. It's odd I've seen Grace in plenty of near death situations but somehow this is different. Things between us have been different since our last op together. I feel a trace of fear run through my body and suddenly I'm worried if Grace will come out of this restaurant alive.
I should have listened to my first instinct. Curly has been jabbed and flipped and Grace is absolutely fine. I spot the two other Russians codenamed Moe and Larry trying to head out the back with one last look at the scene before me I rush from the dining area around the building dropping my riffle. I pick up a rather large metal garbage can and get ready to hit my target.
Larry comes out first and I smash him over the head knocking him unconscious. Moe follows but I have already pulled out my handgun and both suspects are detained by my fast thinking. Only it wasn't really fast thinking. I just wanted to get out of the dining area and flea from the space where I had the fleeting feeling one of my best friends was going to die.
Grace is waiting outside the restaurant's front doors for me. I saunter over after I finish handcuffing and loading up Larry and Moe. She looks upset and again I feel an unfamiliar tug at my heart.
"I got Grant shot. I shouldn't have moved." Grace informs me. She looks so...guilty I can hardly stand it. I can read her like an open book and sorrow and guilt is all I see.
"You made a decision, the wrong one, but that's it. It's done, it's over with." I tell her. She still looks like someone just shot her puppy. I notice MacDonald waving me over no doubt to fill out my statement and the such. I throw another look at Grace, I hate to leave her like this. So I do the only thing I know how, "By the way you look like hell." I insult her.
As I walk away I'm sure she's making a face, her mind temporarily off the mess before her, and for that I'm grateful. I was the one to cheer her up a little and for some reason that fills me with a sense of pleasure and pride.
Summary: A series of scenes from the movie told from Eric Matthews POV. One of the scenes I made up. It's cute, I hope. This is for all of you who thought one kiss wasn't enough.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the character McGuire and the one scene that's not from the movie and the flashback scenes.
Rated: PG-13 to be on the safe side.
Chapter One: The Russian Restaurant
* Takes place right after the feds bust in *
I watch Grace Heart run over to the Russian codenamed Curly and start to perform the Heimlich maneuver. It would be comical if the situation weren't so tense. She's a skinny little thing who I had my eye on when she first joined the agency. However, I soon learned agent Grace Heart was a better man than woman. She didn't take shit from anyone and I doubt she ever combs that mess of brown hair. But she's funny and smart and a helluva good agent when she's not letting her emotions cloud her judgment. She soon became one of good friends, an ally in case things got rough.
Curly has coughed up the peanut he was choking on and now he's holding a knife to Grace's throat. To the untrained eye this would seem like a dangerous situation from our little Grace. But to the trained eye the Russian was in more jeopardy than she is. Still I feel an unfamiliar clench at my heart. It's odd I've seen Grace in plenty of near death situations but somehow this is different. Things between us have been different since our last op together. I feel a trace of fear run through my body and suddenly I'm worried if Grace will come out of this restaurant alive.
I should have listened to my first instinct. Curly has been jabbed and flipped and Grace is absolutely fine. I spot the two other Russians codenamed Moe and Larry trying to head out the back with one last look at the scene before me I rush from the dining area around the building dropping my riffle. I pick up a rather large metal garbage can and get ready to hit my target.
Larry comes out first and I smash him over the head knocking him unconscious. Moe follows but I have already pulled out my handgun and both suspects are detained by my fast thinking. Only it wasn't really fast thinking. I just wanted to get out of the dining area and flea from the space where I had the fleeting feeling one of my best friends was going to die.
Grace is waiting outside the restaurant's front doors for me. I saunter over after I finish handcuffing and loading up Larry and Moe. She looks upset and again I feel an unfamiliar tug at my heart.
"I got Grant shot. I shouldn't have moved." Grace informs me. She looks so...guilty I can hardly stand it. I can read her like an open book and sorrow and guilt is all I see.
"You made a decision, the wrong one, but that's it. It's done, it's over with." I tell her. She still looks like someone just shot her puppy. I notice MacDonald waving me over no doubt to fill out my statement and the such. I throw another look at Grace, I hate to leave her like this. So I do the only thing I know how, "By the way you look like hell." I insult her.
As I walk away I'm sure she's making a face, her mind temporarily off the mess before her, and for that I'm grateful. I was the one to cheer her up a little and for some reason that fills me with a sense of pleasure and pride.