So I'm a bit late to the S.W.A.T party and I'm only half way through watching season two, but I saw a short clip of Street and Chris at the end of season 3, and couldn't get it out of my head. I have no idea what is going on in the season, let alone the episode, but I've used my own take on Chris getting shot in the corridor and what could happen next. Hopefully the real version is better, but I'm not someone who can watch things out of order! Of course it's a Stris story.

She was hit. She was down. He knew she was lying by his feet; but he daren't look. His eyes stayed trained on the two men still shooting at them.

'Chris,' he called out to her, desperate to save her from what had already happened. Street took aim firing bullet after bullet directly at the guy who had taken out his best friend. They disappeared down the end of the corridor and the gun shots stopped. There was a second of silence. For that second he was too scared to turn and see how she was. Too scared to learn how badly she was injured.

'Chris. Chris let me look,' he jumped into action, kneeling beside her. Relief flooded him as he found her still breathing. She was clutching her shoulder, her breathing was heavy and erratic. She didn't respond to him, she didn't seem capable. Instead he tugged her hand away from her body and felt himself calm down ten fold when he saw the bullet lodged in her vest.

'You're ok. The vest got it. We've got to move.'

Talking to her the whole way he pulled her to her feet one eye trained on the end of the corridor and the other on her. His heart had never pounded this much on a mission. He could hear it in his ears. He placed her gun into her hand, she was in no condition to be holding it. He couldn't even work out if she knew she was holding it. She didn't follow him when he started off down the corridor, she was barely standing for herself. He turned and took hold of the front of her vest taking her down the corridor with him. He needed to get them out of this situation alive, there was no way he was going to leave her behind. He tried every door handle he came across wishing every time he reached out his hand; not one of them was open. He hit the end of the corridor and there was nowhere to go. If Chris hadn't been stumbling behind him she would have dragged him out the window onto the small ledge and led him down from there, but she was barely standing making that exit useless.

They were cornered. He pushed Chris into the corner of a little recess opposite him and took his place around the corner beside the window. It was seconds before the gunfire started in their direction. He returned fire with his limited bullets. He rolled back sheltering from the bullets, and had a second to be thankful that they had made it to a safe position before they had been found. With his back against the wall he glanced sideways at Chris praying she was coming around now. He really needed her help to get them out of this situation. She should be coming around by now.

He didn't know what he expected to see in the recess, but it wasn't Chris slumped on the floor, eyes closed, unmoving. Panic rose in him. He had missed something. This wasn't just a bullet to the vest. He fired wildly darting from his place by the window into the recess that was barely big enough for one. He was on top of her, his legs straddling her unconscious body as he returned the next round of bullets. Then he ducked cradling her to his body. He was going to check for other wounds, but he didn't need to. He was covered in blood; her blood. Her neck, back and side were all wet. It covered his arms and hands. His tremors were immediate. He gulped as his hand went to her neck. He couldn't believe he was doing this. She was warm, peaceful and; and there was no pulse.

'No, no. Chris, I need you to wake up.' he shook her in his arms, her head lolled. There was no reaction. Drawing her near he took a last moment to hug her. The bullets were still flying beside them. 'I love you,' He whispered in her ear before taking hold of his gun and stepping out into the corridor shooting wildly. The bullets were gone. His gun was unloading empty pockets of air against them. Tears streamed down his face as he looked at the window beside him. It was already open. Stepping out of the path of flying bullets Street's heart broke as his last look into the corridor was at Chris. Her blood smearing the cream walls, her eyes closed her gun limp in her lap. Then he descended the building using the ledge that Chris would have beaten him down with a smile on her face.

Hondo was at the front of the building beside black Betty. He was trying to pin point Chris and Street's location. Tan, Luca and Deac were standing over the blue prints.

'That's where they are,' Deac pointed to the location of the corridor.

'Let's go get our team,' Hondo spoke starting to move towards the building, gun in arms, the rest of the team by his side. They were surprised when the door in front of them swung open. Even more surprise when Street slowly walked out of it.

'Street,' Hondo called out to him taking in his appearance. There was no emotion on his face, blood covering his arms hands, a smudge of red over his face.

'We need a medic now,' Hondo called over to the awaiting medic. He watched as Street fell to his knees just paces outside of the door. The team was racing towards him.

'Where are you hurt,' Luca reached his side and started to check him over. Street said nothing, his eyes were blank. He barley knew his team were around him.

'Street. Street, look at me,' Hondo tried to gain his attention. Street looked up and Hondo had to take a second to over come the gut punch he felt looking into his eyes.

'Where are you hurt?' Deac asked. No answer.

'Where's Chris?' Hondo stood up from his place right in front of Street. He knew that look didn't come from physical pain. The team went silent. He stood looking at the door; but he already knew she wasn't going to walk through it.

'Can I have some space please,' the medic had reached them and was trying to move through them to Street. The rest of the team had frozen. Putting together the facts they had in front of them Street, alone, covered in a lot of blood, no sign of Chris. They didn't even have to think about it. Those two were thick as thieves, there's noway Street had left her in there alone, injured or not.

Hondo sunk back to his knees in front of Street.

'Where is she?' His voice was barley above a whisper. They all knew he was asking where her body was.

Something seemed to snap inside Street. He stood up, took hold of his gun and started making his way back into the building. Hondo caught hold of his shoulder.

'We will go,' He spoke numbly.

'I have to do this,' he spoke his first words since telling Chris he loved her. Hondo just nodded at him, then to the rest of the team before leading them into the building. The team had never been this quiet before, passing through the building in silence. All their minds were on one thing; Chris. None of them were prepare to see her, they didn't want to believe it was true.

Hondo fully expected to come across the armed men that had been causing hell in this building, but as the minutes passed they got closer and closer to the corridor. Hondo felt Street's hesitation. They were close.

They rounded the next corner and the team didn't need to ask if they were here. Bullet holes littered the walls. Street froze. The team stopped behind him. They could only imagine the images playing through his head being back in here. They looked around at the devastation. There was no sign of Chris or blood so they knew they had managed to make it further than this point. Still even though they saw bullet holes everyday these ones seemed worse, every one deadly.

Street moved slowly though the broken corridor turning the corner remembering how it had all played out.

'This is where she was hit,' Street's voice wobbled. The team looked at the scene around them. There was no blood. No sign of Chris. Nothing to indicate anything bad had happened to them. The bullet holes were more concentrated like they had lingered here longer, but other than that they couldn't work out how it had gone so wrong. Their confusion continued as Street stayed silent.

'Where did you go from here?' Luca stepped up placing a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't stand the waiting, but understood Street needed some time. Street didn't move.

'She couldn't stand,' he tried to explain it to them, but those were the only words he found. 'I,'

Instead he found his feet and took a couple of steps forwards. The team didn't move to follow him. Street turned to look at them and wished he hadn't. The sorrow on their faces was too much on top of everything else that had happened today. He had let every one of these people down and now they were looking at him for answers.

'I thought she was ok. I should have known.'

'This isn't your fault,' Hondo stepped towards him but Street backed away.

'I thought it had got her vest,' the tears had started now and he didn't even want to stop them. The tears didn't matter. Only she mattered. 'I checked her, the bullet was in the vest; but she wasn't right. I should have known. She's stronger than that. She would have got up.'

The team stood watching their friends heart break feeling a part of theres go with his. She was their family.

'Street,' Tan tried to reach out to him.

'I forced her onto her feet and dragged her along here,'

Street sent a glance towards the end of the corridor. His legs wouldn't moved towards it. He didn't want to see. Hondo placed a hand on his shoulder before moving past him towards the end of the corridor. Everyone else hesitated, not sure if they wanted to see what was down there. They watched as Hondo made it to the end of the corridor and stopped just outside the recess. He knelt slowly, his hand going down to something they couldn't see. He picked up Chris's weapon and holstered it alongside his own. Street was shaking at the thought of Chris lying down there, slumped against the wall. He had left her. He had saved himself and left her.

'Where did you go next?' Hondo asked surveying the end of the hall trying to work out how the hell Street had managed to get them out of this corner. With the amount of blood pooled on the floor and up the walls there was no way Chris was still conscious. He looked out the window, but knew that wouldn't have been an option. He couldn't work out where they had gone.

Street confused by Hondo's question had started taking every slow steps towards him. Hondo looked up at him trying to read the confusion on his face.

'Where did you go?' Hondo repeated the question watching the slow uneasy steps Street was making up the corridor followed by the rest of the team. Street didn't say anything. They hadn't gone anywhere after here. His eyes were on Hondo as he reached the end of the corridor. All he had to do was turn his eyes to the recess. Slowly he lowered his eyes and turned. She was gone.

Got to love a plot twist!