The Hunter
Disclaimer: I don't own FBEye or any related characters. The plot is mine.
Summary: This is an alternate ending to the episode about the Hunter, the serial killer who killed cabbies. What if Bobby was the agent whose cab responded to the Hunter?
Author's Note: I got this idea when I saw this episode for the second time on reruns. I was fully convinced that, during the trap they set, Bobby was the one who was in the cab and faced off with the Hunter. I have no idea why. So this is my ending to the episode.
"We got a call for a cab." Tara said suddenly. She focused their screen on the street. A car pulled up and a man got out with a suitcase in each hand.
"You drive a car to take a cab?"
"More like drive a car to kill a cabbie." Jack retorted. "Who's got it?"
"Uhhh…..Bobby." Sue, Jack and Tara watched as a cab pulled up in front of the man and Bobby, dressed as a cabbie, got out of the cab.
"I need to put these in your trunk." The man said brusquely. So much for hello. Bobby thought. Then again, he is a serial killer. The thought of being that close to and interacting with a brutal serial killer who saw you as his next victim might terrify some people, but Bobby wasn't worried. He lifted the bags and turned to the trunk with a bag in each hand. His inability reach his discreetly placed handgun worried him slightly, but he pushed that thought out of his mind. He had half the FBI covering him.
Behind him, the Hunter slowly pulled a long hunting knife from under his coat.
"Now!" Jack yelled as the Hunter raised the knife over his head and lunged at Bobby. The long blade arced up, glinting in the moonlight. Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Rage filled the Hunter's distorted face. Jack stared helplessly as the knife plunged into Bobby.
Bobby turned around to the trunk of the car. He was starting to tense up, getting ready. Something didn't feel right. Something was wrong. He started to turn around with the suitcases still in his hands. With a barbaric yell the Hunter raised a knife over his head and plunged it into Bobby's shoulder. Bobby cried out involuntarily, reflexively slamming the suitcase into the Hunter's chest. The Hunter stumbled back a few steps, the blood splattered knife clattering to the ground. Bobby sagged against the cab, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He fumbled to pull out his gun and badge with his good arm. Before the Hunter could react to the FBI badge in Bobby's trembling hand, legions of agents came pouring out of deserted buildings and vans, while three other agent inhabited cabs screeched up.
"Freeze! FBI!" Jack yelled as he burst out of the van followed by Tara and Sue. "Put your hands in the air! Now!" The Hunter slowly raised his hands in the air. He was immediately placed in handcuffs and dragged to one of the cars hidden in an alley. Jack instantly turned to Bobby who had collapsed on the ground, leaning against the cab's tire.
Blood streamed between his fingers, clutching the wound. A dark stain was steadily spreading through his coat. Bobby moaned through clenched teeth, trying to suppress the pain.
"We need to get you to a hospital." Jack helped Bobby up, who leaned against the cab, gasping for breath. Jack—although he tried not to show it—was terrified. Bobby was not only a co-worker but a close friend. He was bleeding profusely, and in the dark with several layers of clothes on Jack couldn't see exactly where the wound was.
"Myles, Sue, take care of everything here. I'm going with Bobby." Jack fumbled with his keys and opened the door. Bobby sank onto the front seat groaning. Jack sped to the hospital, spending more time looking at Bobby than at the road. He was still bleeding heavily and seemed to be fading out of conciseness. Even though they were well over the speed limit and ran several stop signs and traffic lights, it seemed to take an eternity to reach the hospital.
By the time they reached the Emergency Room, Bobby was almost unconscious and blood soaked his jacket. He couldn't stand on his own, sagging weakly against Jack. Jack glanced over at the beige car seat where Bobby sat and felt sick—it was covered in blood.
The ER nurses rushed Bobby off on a stretcher leaving Jack to explain. His FBI badge and a much abbreviated explanation of the night satisfied them and left Jack alone with his thoughts. He glanced down at this watch and his eyes widened. 10 minutes. It had only been 10 minutes since someone called for a cab. 10 minutes since their lives were normal.
He looked up to see D rushing through the doors of the ER several seconds later.
"How is he?" Jack shrugged.
"I don't know. They just took him," Jack said quietly. D sat down next to him.
"You were with him…"
"He looked awful. There's blood everywhere." D didn't say anything and the two men sat in silence waiting for new about their colleague and close friend.
Author's Note: I'll post the next chapter sometime in the next few days. I'm leaving for a month long vacation out of the country in about a week, so the whole thing should be up soon. Review please! It'll make the chapters come faster…
