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A/N: Sorry to leave you all hanging like that. The downside of drama. Well this is it. The dramatic conclusion. Are you ready??? Your reviews have played a vital role in motivating me to finish it so fast (updating it everyday).
Just to let you all know, I do review other stories; I tend not to sign in and usually sign it as M-D, get it Mad-Dog , abbreviated. Please R&R. Your feedback is very important to me. And Yes, I will finish Bitter Sweet - you can expect and update in the near, near future. Thank ya!
Crime scene
"Bobby, you need to stay with me." Whispers Eames.
Deakins had made his way over to Eames and Goren. "What the hell is going on?" He turned pale when seeing the vest around Goren.
"Is that what I think it is?" asks Deakins cautiously.
Eames without diverting her attention from her partner; nods her head yes. "Get out of here. Captain."
"What did you say?" questions Deakins. "SWAT and the ATF will arrive soon. Everyone is going to get out here - alive"
The emphasize Deakins made on the word 'alive' made Eames stomach queasy. "Bobby, wake up. Can you hear me? Please Bobby, talk to me. Give me a sign of life.." Pleads Eames..
Eames was not disappointed; Goren still holding her hand gives it a light squeeze.
9 blocks away
Perez pushed through the pedestrians on the sidewalk. His eyes were full of anger, he would not let Jorge's death be in vain. He would not, could not.fail.
7 blocks
Picking up the pace, he starts running. His fingers never leaving the detonator.
Crime scene
The AFT and SWAT team had finally arrived and were frantically working on removing the vest from Goren.
The Lt. Stopped in his tracks after examining the vest. "We got a problem. Whoever devised this vest, knew what they were doing."
"How good are we talking?" asks Deakins.
"Real good. It's set to self-detonate if tampered with." Explains the Lt.
Deakins was not thrilled about news he was receiving. "Are you telling me - you can't disarm this?! That the most respected law enforcement agency's agents in New York City have been outsmarted? By some mediocre terrorist?!"
The Lt. Was stunned by the Captains words and stood there.
"Don't stand there, do something! I swear to god, if my detective dies because of your incompetence, your days as a Lt will be over!" Flamed Deakins.
"Yes sir." Replies the agent.
4 blocks
From where Perez was standing he could view everything that was going on. He was surprised by all the police officers, reporters and medic surrounding the area. 'Fools, you are all going to die. I must get closer.'
Crime scene
Goren's body shook violently in Eames arms. "What's happening?" asks a concerned Eames.
The EMT pushed by the LT, and checked his pulse. "He's convulsing. He needs medical attention. Set up an IV, with 150 mm of saline an hour!"
The Lt who had been shoved aside, stepped in. "Give me some room here. There IS a bomb to disarm."
"Look, just because you fucked up doesn't mean you have priority." Spouts the EMT.
"Fuck you." Retorts the Lt.
Eames had heard more than enough. "Stop it! My partner's life is hanging in the balance and if two can't get along. Get the hell out of here."
Adjacent to the Bodega, Perez watched intently. He counted; "1.15.22 maybe even more; cops surveying the perimeter."
Across the street
Dozens of New York city police officers, detectives, circled the battered detective. Three ambulances with EMT's waiting to take over; sat idle. The Captain, Eames, along with 5 AFT agents, and 3 medics worked against the clock. Not one of them noticing the imposter standing across the street watching.
"It's off!" the Lt yells.
Deakin exhales loudly. The medics work madly to get Goren off the ground. " I need a gurney ASAP!" the medic shouts.
3 blocks
Like he an experienced jogger blood pumps to his heart and legs, Perez runs down the sidewalk. "This is for you Jorge." He mutters. With his hand wrapped tightly around the detonator, his thumb presses down the button.
Crime scene
Moment earlier.
Many of the officers cheered when the announcement was made, " He's going to be okay.Now go back to work." The officers who hadn't driven carpooled with fellow officers and detectives.
Some were as far as 10 blocks away, when it happened. The ground rumbled, making the squad cars shake. They assumed it was an earthquake. It wasn't until they got out of the car, that they saw the giant cloud of dust rising.
Moments earlier.
Once Eames heard the Lt say, 'it's off.' Her breathing returned to normal. The medics assured her, they would take it from here. She knew better not to leave Goren's side but Deakins persuaded her to trust the medics and let them do their job. Eames obliged and headed towards the street.
It happened so fast. No one saw it coming. Eames first felt hot pellets hit her back then a hard shove as she fell to the ground. Blackness.
Moments earlier.
After convincing Eames to grab some coffee, Deakins pulled the Lt aside to speak to him. "Lt, about what I said earlier."
The Lt shook his head as walked towards his car. "No apology necessary, I would have been the same way if it was one of my guys." He said sympathetically.
The Lt had just turned the key to his car door when he heard the awful noise. "Get down..!!!!" He screamed before he felt the same hot burning pellets strike the his back, neck, arm and legs.
Deakins heard the cry coming from the Lt and hit the ground. Being in front of the squad car he had no protection, the pellets slammed into his side and burned. He knew that feeling, at least he thought he did; 'Oh my god, I've been shot.' he thought before succumbing to the pain.
Moments earlier..
"He needs oxygen! Where the hell is the gurney!?" the impatiently medic yells.
"Right here." Replies another.
"On three, 1-2-3-lift. Done. Move, move, move!" yells the medic.
The medics had just opened the door to the ambulance when it happened. The jolt tipped the gurney over sending Goren to the ground. At that point Goren had regained consciousness. His body burned, as if was on fire.
From the ground he saw Eames, laying lifeless on the ground. The three medics were on the ground too. Goren used every bit of strength he could muster, to drag his body over to Eames. When he reached her, he was tired, and buried his face into her hair. She moaned.
"Eames?"
Her back burned. She tired to turn but it hurt to badly. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" he weakly responds. "I'm here." He softly cracks.
"Good." she whispers before she blacks out.
Right then Perez made his way over to see the admire his work. "Mi amigo! You lived. You're on lucky SOB. God must favor you. But I on the other hand, I do not." Sneers Perez as he cocks his gun.
"You bastard." Says Goren.
"Hey mi amigo, look around you. It's beautiful isn't it?" Perez says gleefully.
Goren doesn't say anything.
Grabbing Goren's hair he spits, "Hey! What did I tell you about respect?!? You answer me, when I'm talking to you!!!"
Silence.
Pointing the gun at Goren, he says; "Men who can't live by the rules, must die."
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
His finger never leaving the trigger until the clip was empty. Trying to steady himself he walked along the row of damaged squad towards his detectives. 'The chief of police and the Mayor isn't gonna like the clean- up bill.' He mumbled.
Pushing Perez off Goren he checks Eames pulse to make she's okay. Goren smiles at Deakin even though he's bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Deakins nods at him, before collapsing by them. "Help is on the way." He mumbles.
Goren moans, drawing Deakins attention. "Captian.." Goren says softly.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"I'd hold off on thanking me, if I were you. You're the one that's writing up the report on this." Retorts Deakins.
While being carried off to the amublence Goren cracks, "ahhh, shit."
The end. Was it what you expected? Dramatic enough? I decided not to kill Goren off, maybe I should have. Hmmm. I still have Bitter Sweet to finish ..crap! Anyway thanks for reading it! I hoped you enjoyed it.
A/N: Sorry to leave you all hanging like that. The downside of drama. Well this is it. The dramatic conclusion. Are you ready??? Your reviews have played a vital role in motivating me to finish it so fast (updating it everyday).
Just to let you all know, I do review other stories; I tend not to sign in and usually sign it as M-D, get it Mad-Dog , abbreviated. Please R&R. Your feedback is very important to me. And Yes, I will finish Bitter Sweet - you can expect and update in the near, near future. Thank ya!
Crime scene
"Bobby, you need to stay with me." Whispers Eames.
Deakins had made his way over to Eames and Goren. "What the hell is going on?" He turned pale when seeing the vest around Goren.
"Is that what I think it is?" asks Deakins cautiously.
Eames without diverting her attention from her partner; nods her head yes. "Get out of here. Captain."
"What did you say?" questions Deakins. "SWAT and the ATF will arrive soon. Everyone is going to get out here - alive"
The emphasize Deakins made on the word 'alive' made Eames stomach queasy. "Bobby, wake up. Can you hear me? Please Bobby, talk to me. Give me a sign of life.." Pleads Eames..
Eames was not disappointed; Goren still holding her hand gives it a light squeeze.
9 blocks away
Perez pushed through the pedestrians on the sidewalk. His eyes were full of anger, he would not let Jorge's death be in vain. He would not, could not.fail.
7 blocks
Picking up the pace, he starts running. His fingers never leaving the detonator.
Crime scene
The AFT and SWAT team had finally arrived and were frantically working on removing the vest from Goren.
The Lt. Stopped in his tracks after examining the vest. "We got a problem. Whoever devised this vest, knew what they were doing."
"How good are we talking?" asks Deakins.
"Real good. It's set to self-detonate if tampered with." Explains the Lt.
Deakins was not thrilled about news he was receiving. "Are you telling me - you can't disarm this?! That the most respected law enforcement agency's agents in New York City have been outsmarted? By some mediocre terrorist?!"
The Lt. Was stunned by the Captains words and stood there.
"Don't stand there, do something! I swear to god, if my detective dies because of your incompetence, your days as a Lt will be over!" Flamed Deakins.
"Yes sir." Replies the agent.
4 blocks
From where Perez was standing he could view everything that was going on. He was surprised by all the police officers, reporters and medic surrounding the area. 'Fools, you are all going to die. I must get closer.'
Crime scene
Goren's body shook violently in Eames arms. "What's happening?" asks a concerned Eames.
The EMT pushed by the LT, and checked his pulse. "He's convulsing. He needs medical attention. Set up an IV, with 150 mm of saline an hour!"
The Lt who had been shoved aside, stepped in. "Give me some room here. There IS a bomb to disarm."
"Look, just because you fucked up doesn't mean you have priority." Spouts the EMT.
"Fuck you." Retorts the Lt.
Eames had heard more than enough. "Stop it! My partner's life is hanging in the balance and if two can't get along. Get the hell out of here."
Adjacent to the Bodega, Perez watched intently. He counted; "1.15.22 maybe even more; cops surveying the perimeter."
Across the street
Dozens of New York city police officers, detectives, circled the battered detective. Three ambulances with EMT's waiting to take over; sat idle. The Captain, Eames, along with 5 AFT agents, and 3 medics worked against the clock. Not one of them noticing the imposter standing across the street watching.
"It's off!" the Lt yells.
Deakin exhales loudly. The medics work madly to get Goren off the ground. " I need a gurney ASAP!" the medic shouts.
3 blocks
Like he an experienced jogger blood pumps to his heart and legs, Perez runs down the sidewalk. "This is for you Jorge." He mutters. With his hand wrapped tightly around the detonator, his thumb presses down the button.
Crime scene
Moment earlier.
Many of the officers cheered when the announcement was made, " He's going to be okay.Now go back to work." The officers who hadn't driven carpooled with fellow officers and detectives.
Some were as far as 10 blocks away, when it happened. The ground rumbled, making the squad cars shake. They assumed it was an earthquake. It wasn't until they got out of the car, that they saw the giant cloud of dust rising.
Moments earlier.
Once Eames heard the Lt say, 'it's off.' Her breathing returned to normal. The medics assured her, they would take it from here. She knew better not to leave Goren's side but Deakins persuaded her to trust the medics and let them do their job. Eames obliged and headed towards the street.
It happened so fast. No one saw it coming. Eames first felt hot pellets hit her back then a hard shove as she fell to the ground. Blackness.
Moments earlier.
After convincing Eames to grab some coffee, Deakins pulled the Lt aside to speak to him. "Lt, about what I said earlier."
The Lt shook his head as walked towards his car. "No apology necessary, I would have been the same way if it was one of my guys." He said sympathetically.
The Lt had just turned the key to his car door when he heard the awful noise. "Get down..!!!!" He screamed before he felt the same hot burning pellets strike the his back, neck, arm and legs.
Deakins heard the cry coming from the Lt and hit the ground. Being in front of the squad car he had no protection, the pellets slammed into his side and burned. He knew that feeling, at least he thought he did; 'Oh my god, I've been shot.' he thought before succumbing to the pain.
Moments earlier..
"He needs oxygen! Where the hell is the gurney!?" the impatiently medic yells.
"Right here." Replies another.
"On three, 1-2-3-lift. Done. Move, move, move!" yells the medic.
The medics had just opened the door to the ambulance when it happened. The jolt tipped the gurney over sending Goren to the ground. At that point Goren had regained consciousness. His body burned, as if was on fire.
From the ground he saw Eames, laying lifeless on the ground. The three medics were on the ground too. Goren used every bit of strength he could muster, to drag his body over to Eames. When he reached her, he was tired, and buried his face into her hair. She moaned.
"Eames?"
Her back burned. She tired to turn but it hurt to badly. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?" he weakly responds. "I'm here." He softly cracks.
"Good." she whispers before she blacks out.
Right then Perez made his way over to see the admire his work. "Mi amigo! You lived. You're on lucky SOB. God must favor you. But I on the other hand, I do not." Sneers Perez as he cocks his gun.
"You bastard." Says Goren.
"Hey mi amigo, look around you. It's beautiful isn't it?" Perez says gleefully.
Goren doesn't say anything.
Grabbing Goren's hair he spits, "Hey! What did I tell you about respect?!? You answer me, when I'm talking to you!!!"
Silence.
Pointing the gun at Goren, he says; "Men who can't live by the rules, must die."
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
His finger never leaving the trigger until the clip was empty. Trying to steady himself he walked along the row of damaged squad towards his detectives. 'The chief of police and the Mayor isn't gonna like the clean- up bill.' He mumbled.
Pushing Perez off Goren he checks Eames pulse to make she's okay. Goren smiles at Deakin even though he's bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Deakins nods at him, before collapsing by them. "Help is on the way." He mumbles.
Goren moans, drawing Deakins attention. "Captian.." Goren says softly.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"I'd hold off on thanking me, if I were you. You're the one that's writing up the report on this." Retorts Deakins.
While being carried off to the amublence Goren cracks, "ahhh, shit."
The end. Was it what you expected? Dramatic enough? I decided not to kill Goren off, maybe I should have. Hmmm. I still have Bitter Sweet to finish ..crap! Anyway thanks for reading it! I hoped you enjoyed it.