Returning the Favor
Chapter 14
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Alex was in the shower and thought she heard a noise. She listened for a moment, letting the hot water run down her back. Suddenly, she heard more noise. This time, she thought she knew what the noise was - gunfire. "Who the hell would be shooting on the same block as a police station?" she thought to herself as she turned off the water and grabbed her towel. As soon as she turned off the water, she realized that the sound was echoing throughout the station - the gunfire was coming from inside the house.
She threw her clothes on and grabbed her cell phone at the same time. She dialed 9-1-1 and reported gunfire at the firestation at King and Arthur. She received confirmation from the 9-1-1 operator that help was on the way and she listened to see if she could hear anymore. There was just silence. She thought of Littrell and Bosco down in the weight room and cautiously made her way to the stairs.
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At the same time as the unknown man positioned himself in the doorway, Bosco had looked up. He immediately saw the gun in the man's hand and yelled out, "Gun!" He rolled himself off the weight bench and onto the floor, landing hard and grabbing for his gym bag that he had set alongside of him with his weapon inside. Bosco absently reached for the portable radio that should have been clipped to his shoulder, and quickly realized that he didn't have it because he was working on the desk, not out on the street wit his partner.
Bosco heard the start of the gunfire and pulled his weapon from the holster. "Police! Drop the gun!" he yelled out to the subject and the gunfire stopped for a split-second. He looked around to see where Littrell had gone and saw him lying on the floor alongside of the bench he'd been working at.
There was another round of gunfire as Bosco tried to get a vantage point to fire back. He was unable to since if he moved, he'd be out in the open. The gunfire stopped and the subject ran out of the room toward the front of the station after dropping his weapon on the floor, empty of any rounds.
Bosco quickly and painfully moved around the bench toward Littrell who lay motionless on the floor, unconscious. He felt for a pulse and found one. He knew Alex was upstairs and hoped that the shooter hadn't headed up there to hide. He listened and heard that the shower had turned off and he prayed that Alex had the common sense to stay put until the scene could be secured.
He looked over Littrell to see where his injuries were and noticed blood from his left arm and what looked like a through-and-through wound to his side. "Why is he unconscious then?" Bosco asked himself as he looked around. He tried to stand up so that he could search the firehouse for any sign of the man and to get to the phone in the unlikely event that no one heard the gunshots and the police hadn't been notified. As soon as he tried to stand, he realized by the pain shooting through his back that he'd injured himself trying to get to cover and to get to his weapon. "Dammit!" he said aloud as he thought of what to do.
He heard a quiet voice call his name and realized that Alex must be trying to come downstairs.
"Stay where you are, Alex," Bosco said to her. "I don't know where this jag-off went yet," he said.
"Are you guys okay?" Alex asked him.
"I'm okay, but Littrell's hit. It doesn't look serious to me, but he's unconscious," Bosco answered her. "Did you see who it was?" he asked her.
"No. I was in the shower when I heard the shots. I called 9-1-1 from my cell phone upstairs. They're on the way," she said, as she heard sirens in the distance and voices from outside which must be the cops from the police station responding.
"Okay. Good job. Call 9-1-1 back and tell them to keep the rest of the crew away from the area in case they were on their way back. I don't know if this jag-off was after me or a firefighter or a medic," Bosco said.
"Okay," she said. "Should I come down there?"
"No. Wait until we've secured the building. I'll tell them you're there," Bosco answered her, a twinge of pain shooting up his back and down his legs.
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The overhead speakers in the police station came alive with the voice of the dispatcher. "All units of the 5-5. Shots fire at Station 55 - King and Arthur. Repeat, shots fired at Station 55 - King and Arthur."
Suddenly, the fire station was swarming with police officers. Faith had known that Bosco was over here working out, so she knew exactly where to look for him. She came into the room with her weapon out ahead of her and made eye contact with him.
"He's not in here, but Littrell needs some help. He's hit," he told Faith.
"Okay," she answered him, noticing the paleness of his face and the perspiration and pained look. "Are you hit?" she thought with a sick feeling.
He shook his head no and said, "I think I hurt myself trying to get to my weapon too quick. Alex is upstairs. Tell them not to shoot her," he said, trying to lighten the tone a little.
"Yeah, okay," Faith said. "There's a medic on the second floor," she reported into her radio.
"10-4. We've got her. She's okay and on her way down," answered Sully from the second floor.
"We need her in the weight room. We've got a medic down in here," Faith said and Alex appeared around the corner.
"Hey Faith. Better call for another bus. Doc and Kim are out on a run," Alex told her as she quickly assessed Littrell and looked over at Bosco.
"You look crappy. You sure you're not hit?" Alex said to Bosco, doing a body survey of Littrell to find his injuries. Ty brought in her equipment from their rig out back and she started to work.
"No. I'm okay," Bosco assured her.
"Okay. Then get over here and help me," Alex said to him.
"Um... that I can't do. I think I hurt myself trying to move too fast. My legs aren't working again," Bosco said, the pain taking it's toll on him.
"Ty, Faith, get him onto a backboard and collared," Alex told the two officers.
Sully transmitted over the radio. "Central, this is 55-David. Be advised that Station 55 is secure. We need two buses and crime scene over here," he said noticing the two patients and the spent cartridges and empty gun lying on the floor as the Lieutenant came into the building.
"Is he okay?" Faith asked, indicating that she was talking about Littrell as she and Ty finished moving Bosco to the board as carefully as they could.
"I think so. I think he must have hit his head when he fell and that's what knocked him out. The gunshot wounds don't look too serious," Alex told them, much to Bosco's relief.
Doc and Kim showed up to take Littrell to the hospital and Alex rode in with Bosco in Jaime and Sam's bus, medics from the 5-2.
"We've really got to start getting out more," Alex said sarcastically to Bosco since she was one of the medics that brought him into the hospital when he was shot.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Bosco said as another sharp pain tightened his back.
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TBC...
Chapter 14
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Alex was in the shower and thought she heard a noise. She listened for a moment, letting the hot water run down her back. Suddenly, she heard more noise. This time, she thought she knew what the noise was - gunfire. "Who the hell would be shooting on the same block as a police station?" she thought to herself as she turned off the water and grabbed her towel. As soon as she turned off the water, she realized that the sound was echoing throughout the station - the gunfire was coming from inside the house.
She threw her clothes on and grabbed her cell phone at the same time. She dialed 9-1-1 and reported gunfire at the firestation at King and Arthur. She received confirmation from the 9-1-1 operator that help was on the way and she listened to see if she could hear anymore. There was just silence. She thought of Littrell and Bosco down in the weight room and cautiously made her way to the stairs.
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At the same time as the unknown man positioned himself in the doorway, Bosco had looked up. He immediately saw the gun in the man's hand and yelled out, "Gun!" He rolled himself off the weight bench and onto the floor, landing hard and grabbing for his gym bag that he had set alongside of him with his weapon inside. Bosco absently reached for the portable radio that should have been clipped to his shoulder, and quickly realized that he didn't have it because he was working on the desk, not out on the street wit his partner.
Bosco heard the start of the gunfire and pulled his weapon from the holster. "Police! Drop the gun!" he yelled out to the subject and the gunfire stopped for a split-second. He looked around to see where Littrell had gone and saw him lying on the floor alongside of the bench he'd been working at.
There was another round of gunfire as Bosco tried to get a vantage point to fire back. He was unable to since if he moved, he'd be out in the open. The gunfire stopped and the subject ran out of the room toward the front of the station after dropping his weapon on the floor, empty of any rounds.
Bosco quickly and painfully moved around the bench toward Littrell who lay motionless on the floor, unconscious. He felt for a pulse and found one. He knew Alex was upstairs and hoped that the shooter hadn't headed up there to hide. He listened and heard that the shower had turned off and he prayed that Alex had the common sense to stay put until the scene could be secured.
He looked over Littrell to see where his injuries were and noticed blood from his left arm and what looked like a through-and-through wound to his side. "Why is he unconscious then?" Bosco asked himself as he looked around. He tried to stand up so that he could search the firehouse for any sign of the man and to get to the phone in the unlikely event that no one heard the gunshots and the police hadn't been notified. As soon as he tried to stand, he realized by the pain shooting through his back that he'd injured himself trying to get to cover and to get to his weapon. "Dammit!" he said aloud as he thought of what to do.
He heard a quiet voice call his name and realized that Alex must be trying to come downstairs.
"Stay where you are, Alex," Bosco said to her. "I don't know where this jag-off went yet," he said.
"Are you guys okay?" Alex asked him.
"I'm okay, but Littrell's hit. It doesn't look serious to me, but he's unconscious," Bosco answered her. "Did you see who it was?" he asked her.
"No. I was in the shower when I heard the shots. I called 9-1-1 from my cell phone upstairs. They're on the way," she said, as she heard sirens in the distance and voices from outside which must be the cops from the police station responding.
"Okay. Good job. Call 9-1-1 back and tell them to keep the rest of the crew away from the area in case they were on their way back. I don't know if this jag-off was after me or a firefighter or a medic," Bosco said.
"Okay," she said. "Should I come down there?"
"No. Wait until we've secured the building. I'll tell them you're there," Bosco answered her, a twinge of pain shooting up his back and down his legs.
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The overhead speakers in the police station came alive with the voice of the dispatcher. "All units of the 5-5. Shots fire at Station 55 - King and Arthur. Repeat, shots fired at Station 55 - King and Arthur."
Suddenly, the fire station was swarming with police officers. Faith had known that Bosco was over here working out, so she knew exactly where to look for him. She came into the room with her weapon out ahead of her and made eye contact with him.
"He's not in here, but Littrell needs some help. He's hit," he told Faith.
"Okay," she answered him, noticing the paleness of his face and the perspiration and pained look. "Are you hit?" she thought with a sick feeling.
He shook his head no and said, "I think I hurt myself trying to get to my weapon too quick. Alex is upstairs. Tell them not to shoot her," he said, trying to lighten the tone a little.
"Yeah, okay," Faith said. "There's a medic on the second floor," she reported into her radio.
"10-4. We've got her. She's okay and on her way down," answered Sully from the second floor.
"We need her in the weight room. We've got a medic down in here," Faith said and Alex appeared around the corner.
"Hey Faith. Better call for another bus. Doc and Kim are out on a run," Alex told her as she quickly assessed Littrell and looked over at Bosco.
"You look crappy. You sure you're not hit?" Alex said to Bosco, doing a body survey of Littrell to find his injuries. Ty brought in her equipment from their rig out back and she started to work.
"No. I'm okay," Bosco assured her.
"Okay. Then get over here and help me," Alex said to him.
"Um... that I can't do. I think I hurt myself trying to move too fast. My legs aren't working again," Bosco said, the pain taking it's toll on him.
"Ty, Faith, get him onto a backboard and collared," Alex told the two officers.
Sully transmitted over the radio. "Central, this is 55-David. Be advised that Station 55 is secure. We need two buses and crime scene over here," he said noticing the two patients and the spent cartridges and empty gun lying on the floor as the Lieutenant came into the building.
"Is he okay?" Faith asked, indicating that she was talking about Littrell as she and Ty finished moving Bosco to the board as carefully as they could.
"I think so. I think he must have hit his head when he fell and that's what knocked him out. The gunshot wounds don't look too serious," Alex told them, much to Bosco's relief.
Doc and Kim showed up to take Littrell to the hospital and Alex rode in with Bosco in Jaime and Sam's bus, medics from the 5-2.
"We've really got to start getting out more," Alex said sarcastically to Bosco since she was one of the medics that brought him into the hospital when he was shot.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Bosco said as another sharp pain tightened his back.
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TBC...