"Jack!" Chase called out frantically as he and Morgan ran onto the shop floor, their ears still ringing from the deafening blast just seconds ago.
The air was thick with smoke and dust, pieces of wood and concrete were scattered on the floor. Blood and matter stained the window next to a destroyed coffee table. There didn't seem to be anything left of Tore to find.
"We need medics in here now," Morgan ordered as he and Chase looked around shocked.
"Jack!" Chase kicked at some of the rubble frustrated, part of the ceiling had collapsed from the impact.
The sound of a sudden coughing could be herd, Chase ran over using his ears rather than his eyes. It was a few feet away from the table where Tore had been stationed at, not far from where Jack and Robert would have been moving. Chase could see two bodies, covered in muck and stone, one was covering the other in a protective stance. Morgan ran over to him and began hastily pulling the bricks and pieces of concrete away.
Chase closed his eyes before moving to quickly help, he felt sick, Jack had tried to get Robert away and had landed on him. Robert was the person coughing, Jack was still, unresponsive as Chase continued to call out to him.
After the bulk of the weight had been quickly cleared Chase grabbed Jack under the armpits and dragged him to the side, laying him down on his back and lightly slapping his face. The medics were helping Roberts who was struggling to breath. Jacks pulse was strong and fast, he swallowed hard before raising his trembling hands to slap him again.
"Come on Jack God damn it!"
He glanced over at the two medics angrily as they huddled over the civilian, they were inserting a tube down his throat and having problems. He sighed before grabbing Jack again this time by the shoulders, shaking him.
After a few seconds Jacks head jerked to the side as he started to cough, Chase relaxed instantly. Once calm Jack blinked his eyes open and began to sit up, Chase moving away slightly to give him some space.
"I was worried," he said feebly as he watched Jack survey the carnage as he rubbed a growing bump on the back of his head, "how do you feel?"
Jack let out a sarcastic chuckle, "I feel fine. Could have been a lot worse."
Chase nodded, he did look fine. A few bumps to the head and bruises from the debris and impact… nothing serious. The medics moved over and Jack allowed them to give him a quick check up. Marcus shone his torch in both eyes as John began to inspect the swelling on his head and other bruises which were forming underneath the torn clothing. Both moved away satisfied he was alright before turning there attention back to Robert, he was stable but needed to be taken in.
A look of guilt crept over Jacks face as he watched them load the older man onto a stretcher, before he finally pulled himself up from the floor stiffly. The dust made him sneeze before he found Chase instructing one of the team leaders to secure the area; it was now a crime scene.
He walked over with a hand on his side as he caught Chase's attention.
"Tore?" He asked hopefully, knowing it was pointless.
Chase shook his head negative as anger filled his eyes.
"Damn it," Jack muttered, "we had him!"
"We didn't know what was going to happen," Chase tried, seeing how angry Jack was at himself.
"No but we should have," he snapped, Chase knew it wasn't directed at him.
"Why?" Morgan asked, joining up with the two men after seeing Robert off in the ambulance.
Jack sighed as he rubbed his knuckles, his eyes locked on the blood stained window.
"Neilson set us up."