"Jesse, did you get him?" Steve put his cell phone back in his pocket and took his rifle back from Jesse.
"Yeah, I did! I can't tell if he's dead though, I don't think so. Come on Steve, let's go cuff him!" He started to get up, supporting himself with a huge tree branch.
Steve pushed him down. "No, I don't think so, Jess. I'll get him. I promised my dad I'd keep you off your foot. And what's the stick for?" he asked, referring to the branch Jesse brandished at him.
Jesse grinned. "He may not be fully unconscious. And be careful. I'm sure your dad made you promise to do that, too."
Steve took the branch, rolling his eyes at Jesse. "Don't worry. Ya know Jess, you come up with the weirdest ideas." But as Steve approached the wounded murderer, he noticed slight movement. Realizing Jesse wasn't all wrong, he quickly incapacitated the man with the stick and handcuffed him. He glanced over at Jesse, who was grinning and giving him a look that said, "I told you so!"
Steve hurried back to the bush to wait for the other man.
"How far to the other side?" Jesse asked, rubbing his ankle.
"Well, we could go down at this spot, it's just the fact of needing an opportunity. We'll be back on the ground before you know it," Steve smiled, trying to be encouraging. He couldn't stand to see his friend in such pain. "How's your ankle doing?"
"I don't know, it still really hurts. I'm gonna take another look at it." Jesse unwrapped his ankle and tried to better figure out what was wrong. It was swollen to about the size of his calf, and it was bright purple all around.
Steve took one look and cringed. "Eee, that makes me hurt just looking at it."
"Yeah, I bet. How do you think I feel?"
"I'm sorry," Steve consoled, half sarcastically. "You think it's just a sprain?"
Jesse winced as he tried to get his foot in a correct position to properly examine it. "Yeah, I don't think it's broken."
"That's good."
Steve turned back around, gun in hand, and waited for the other man. Eventually, a large armed man appeared and knelt beside the other, seeing if he was still alive. Steve pointed the gun at the man and stepped out of the bushes. "Freeze."
The man put his arms out, a gun in one of the hands. "Who wants me to?"
"Lieutenant Steve Sloan, LAPD."
"Yeah, I'm sure you are!" the man snorted. "So where's the little witness?"
Steve thought fast. "He's running to get help right now."
"Ha!" The man laughed. "You think I'm stupid? I've been watching you two. That guy can hardly walk, much less run! I think he's in the bushes right about ... there."
He pointed with his gun at the bush behind Steve and fired before Steve could blink. All that Steve and the other man heard was the bushes rustling and Jesse crying out in pain. Steve just knew the bullet had hit him, but he also knew that if he went to check on Jesse, the man would shoot him. So he just stood there in shock.
"What's wrong with you? I just shot your friend. And I'm gonna shoot you right now." The man raised his rifle, and Steve raised his.
"Well, I just remembered something. The police are coming." He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid. *They can't get here this fast! What are we going to do?* But as if by some act of God, the LAPD squad cars, along with an ambulance and Mark Sloan's sports car came to the rescue at that very moment. "Oh, look, here they are right now," Steve quipped.
"Yeah, I did! I can't tell if he's dead though, I don't think so. Come on Steve, let's go cuff him!" He started to get up, supporting himself with a huge tree branch.
Steve pushed him down. "No, I don't think so, Jess. I'll get him. I promised my dad I'd keep you off your foot. And what's the stick for?" he asked, referring to the branch Jesse brandished at him.
Jesse grinned. "He may not be fully unconscious. And be careful. I'm sure your dad made you promise to do that, too."
Steve took the branch, rolling his eyes at Jesse. "Don't worry. Ya know Jess, you come up with the weirdest ideas." But as Steve approached the wounded murderer, he noticed slight movement. Realizing Jesse wasn't all wrong, he quickly incapacitated the man with the stick and handcuffed him. He glanced over at Jesse, who was grinning and giving him a look that said, "I told you so!"
Steve hurried back to the bush to wait for the other man.
"How far to the other side?" Jesse asked, rubbing his ankle.
"Well, we could go down at this spot, it's just the fact of needing an opportunity. We'll be back on the ground before you know it," Steve smiled, trying to be encouraging. He couldn't stand to see his friend in such pain. "How's your ankle doing?"
"I don't know, it still really hurts. I'm gonna take another look at it." Jesse unwrapped his ankle and tried to better figure out what was wrong. It was swollen to about the size of his calf, and it was bright purple all around.
Steve took one look and cringed. "Eee, that makes me hurt just looking at it."
"Yeah, I bet. How do you think I feel?"
"I'm sorry," Steve consoled, half sarcastically. "You think it's just a sprain?"
Jesse winced as he tried to get his foot in a correct position to properly examine it. "Yeah, I don't think it's broken."
"That's good."
Steve turned back around, gun in hand, and waited for the other man. Eventually, a large armed man appeared and knelt beside the other, seeing if he was still alive. Steve pointed the gun at the man and stepped out of the bushes. "Freeze."
The man put his arms out, a gun in one of the hands. "Who wants me to?"
"Lieutenant Steve Sloan, LAPD."
"Yeah, I'm sure you are!" the man snorted. "So where's the little witness?"
Steve thought fast. "He's running to get help right now."
"Ha!" The man laughed. "You think I'm stupid? I've been watching you two. That guy can hardly walk, much less run! I think he's in the bushes right about ... there."
He pointed with his gun at the bush behind Steve and fired before Steve could blink. All that Steve and the other man heard was the bushes rustling and Jesse crying out in pain. Steve just knew the bullet had hit him, but he also knew that if he went to check on Jesse, the man would shoot him. So he just stood there in shock.
"What's wrong with you? I just shot your friend. And I'm gonna shoot you right now." The man raised his rifle, and Steve raised his.
"Well, I just remembered something. The police are coming." He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid. *They can't get here this fast! What are we going to do?* But as if by some act of God, the LAPD squad cars, along with an ambulance and Mark Sloan's sports car came to the rescue at that very moment. "Oh, look, here they are right now," Steve quipped.