Disclaimer: I sadly, don't own Third Watch.
A/N: this chapter is in the present tense in Cruz's POV, something totally different for me. The next chapter will start out in Cruz's POV but in past tense.and eventually it will switch back and forth, so stay on your toes.(all though I'll tell you when it changes) also this MAY turn into my first "make-up fic. You've been warned.
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"Shit, Bosco, take it easy on those turns!" I swear; if he doesn't slow down I'm gunna' blow chunks. He turns the corner again and I'm nearly thrown against the passenger side window, we're in pursuit of this jag-off and he's doing like 105, in a 45 mile per hour zone.
All of a sudden I hear the crash of glass, and this bullet comes flying through the windshield.
"10-13! 10-13! Shots fired at 110 and Langston! Officers requesting assistance!" I scream in my radio and pull my gun from the holster. My windows already down and I cock my gun, aiming squarely at the back-right tire. My shots dead on and I hear this pop. The tire just deflates in that instant.
The stolen black Toyota was now spinning in front of us. As the driver side comes to face our on coming RMP, I catch sight of the drivers gun. He fires before I can even get my arm back out the window. Then the shit hits the fan.
Nothing warned me of the bullets impact with my partner, but before I knew it, he lost control of the squad car.
The perps drove off with one flat tire, and I jump to gain control over the wheel before we spin off into a local pawnshop. I'm able to stop the car right as it jumps the sidewalk, and I ease my hand off the wheel.
But the guy behind us isn't quick enough on his brakes. He swerves to avoid our stopped RMP, but ends up joining us on the sidewalk. The front axel of his Jeep catches on the thin base of a pay phone, knocking it flat onto us, dividing the car and putting a barrier between Bosco and I. It takes a while but I can finally get my door open.
"Central, where the hell is our back up!?" I'm freakin' out but I doubt the operator on the other side of my radio senses the tension. "On their way, 55-David!"Comes the response.
Bosco stumbles out of the squad car before I'm even able to get my footing outside the car. "Oh godamnit!" he says gripping his shoulder in pain, and gives the front tire a good kick. I never got why people kick inanimate objects when they're in pain. I guess it's a guy thing.
"That bastard shot me!" he says under his breath finally, and leans against the crushed hood of the car, bowing his head to catch his breathe.
I put my hand behind his back, and ease him to the ground. He fights it at first, but cant hold himself up much longer, and groans in defeat.
I shrug my jacket off and push it into his shoulder, telling him to hold it there, but I think he gets the point, "I'm gunna go check the other guy. Back ups on their way," I pry myself away from my partner and dash over to the Jeep.
His head is slumped over the steering wheel, resting on his outstretched arm. I jump up on the door and reach my hand in, feeling his neck for a pulse. "At least he's alive," I think out loud.
The blaring sirens came closer and I walk back over to Bosco, kneeling down next to him. His eyes drop before I get a chance to look in them. Bosco is a very hard guy to read, but when I looked in his eyes, I always knew what he was thinking. I don't have the kind of relationship he and Faith had, but I do care about him.
"Looks like I'll. . . be getting you a new. . . jacket," he let out a light laugh as he took a look at the blood soaked jacket.
"I think I'll take you up on that," I whisper in his ear. The ambulance finally pulled up and Carlos Nieto and Doc Parker jumped out.
"What the hell happened?" Carlos says joining me next to Bosco.
Well this is what happened. . .
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TBC!
A/N: this chapter is in the present tense in Cruz's POV, something totally different for me. The next chapter will start out in Cruz's POV but in past tense.and eventually it will switch back and forth, so stay on your toes.(all though I'll tell you when it changes) also this MAY turn into my first "make-up fic. You've been warned.
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"Shit, Bosco, take it easy on those turns!" I swear; if he doesn't slow down I'm gunna' blow chunks. He turns the corner again and I'm nearly thrown against the passenger side window, we're in pursuit of this jag-off and he's doing like 105, in a 45 mile per hour zone.
All of a sudden I hear the crash of glass, and this bullet comes flying through the windshield.
"10-13! 10-13! Shots fired at 110 and Langston! Officers requesting assistance!" I scream in my radio and pull my gun from the holster. My windows already down and I cock my gun, aiming squarely at the back-right tire. My shots dead on and I hear this pop. The tire just deflates in that instant.
The stolen black Toyota was now spinning in front of us. As the driver side comes to face our on coming RMP, I catch sight of the drivers gun. He fires before I can even get my arm back out the window. Then the shit hits the fan.
Nothing warned me of the bullets impact with my partner, but before I knew it, he lost control of the squad car.
The perps drove off with one flat tire, and I jump to gain control over the wheel before we spin off into a local pawnshop. I'm able to stop the car right as it jumps the sidewalk, and I ease my hand off the wheel.
But the guy behind us isn't quick enough on his brakes. He swerves to avoid our stopped RMP, but ends up joining us on the sidewalk. The front axel of his Jeep catches on the thin base of a pay phone, knocking it flat onto us, dividing the car and putting a barrier between Bosco and I. It takes a while but I can finally get my door open.
"Central, where the hell is our back up!?" I'm freakin' out but I doubt the operator on the other side of my radio senses the tension. "On their way, 55-David!"Comes the response.
Bosco stumbles out of the squad car before I'm even able to get my footing outside the car. "Oh godamnit!" he says gripping his shoulder in pain, and gives the front tire a good kick. I never got why people kick inanimate objects when they're in pain. I guess it's a guy thing.
"That bastard shot me!" he says under his breath finally, and leans against the crushed hood of the car, bowing his head to catch his breathe.
I put my hand behind his back, and ease him to the ground. He fights it at first, but cant hold himself up much longer, and groans in defeat.
I shrug my jacket off and push it into his shoulder, telling him to hold it there, but I think he gets the point, "I'm gunna go check the other guy. Back ups on their way," I pry myself away from my partner and dash over to the Jeep.
His head is slumped over the steering wheel, resting on his outstretched arm. I jump up on the door and reach my hand in, feeling his neck for a pulse. "At least he's alive," I think out loud.
The blaring sirens came closer and I walk back over to Bosco, kneeling down next to him. His eyes drop before I get a chance to look in them. Bosco is a very hard guy to read, but when I looked in his eyes, I always knew what he was thinking. I don't have the kind of relationship he and Faith had, but I do care about him.
"Looks like I'll. . . be getting you a new. . . jacket," he let out a light laugh as he took a look at the blood soaked jacket.
"I think I'll take you up on that," I whisper in his ear. The ambulance finally pulled up and Carlos Nieto and Doc Parker jumped out.
"What the hell happened?" Carlos says joining me next to Bosco.
Well this is what happened. . .
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TBC!