A/n: This is my first story in a while, and my first CI fic, so bare with me. I'm not sure how offend I can update, but thought I put it out before I spent too much time away from it.
Alex carefully led the way in the room, pointing her gun slightly to the right as she rounded the corner. Moving carefully to the closet she opened the door, keeping her gun steady. Quickly glancing in, she stepped in the walk-in closet. Making her way to the back, she checked both sides cautiously. Turning back around, she let her guard down, about ready to call Bobby when she felt a intense pain at the top of her head, making the world spin as she lost her balanced.
Grabbing on to anything, she felt some ones arm wrap around her neck, and her gun, being pulled out of her hands, and quickly placed against the side of her head.
"Anyone else with you?" the man asked, shoving her closer to the exit. Alex shook her head, afraid to move within his grasp. He moved his hand to her waist, pulling her handcuffs from her belt and sliding them carefully around her tiny wrist.
He moved her out into the apartment, keeping alert until he was certain they were alone. They went back into the bedroom and he shoved her on the bed, warning her not to move as he got a sick grin on his face. She rolled over, terror flashing in her eyes as she watched him.
As soon as he started to pull his shirt over his head, she took that chance to roll off the bed, in hopes to make it to the door. She didn't have much of a plan after that, but she needed off that bed. The thump on the floor was less than silent, and it was harder to get up with her hands still behind her back. He quickly threw off his shirt and reached for the gun, but she kept going, racing to the door.
She was about to race threw it when a sick pain slid through her left leg. Her body immediately hit the floor, and her leg shot out in agony. Still in hopes of escape, she tried to move herself, but found herself anything but mobile. And with a sicker grin than before, he stood above her dropping his pants before he took her right there on the floor, and left her in a lifeless heap with no hope in sight.
Bobby finished checking his last set of apartments before calling Alex. He was held up by a super that took him over an hour to get in the empty rooms and wouldn't leave him alone while he checked. Letting his cell ring, he awaited an answer.
Worry and fear taking over, he got back in his car and headed to the building Alex was at. After fifteen minutes of traffic he was there, calling her once again after finding her car still there too.
Finding the super, he asked him if he knew where Alex was. He told him what rooms she was checking, and Bobby skipped steps up the stair.
"Alex!" Bobby yelled into the third empty apartment. Running through the rooms, he looked down the hallway to see a sight that about made him sick. His Alex was naked, cuts and bruises all over and blood stained the carpet around her knee. Quickly he called for bus, before running over to her, trying to wake her up. He felt her heartbeat and shallow breathe, and gave a slight sigh of relief when he heard the bus.
Bobby had been waiting in the hospital for what seemed like years. It was now two in the morning, and he had sent the rest of them home. Word had spread fast, so he had been off and on the phone a lot that night answering questions he didn't really have the answers for. Suddenly he saw a doctor walk towards him, a sad look upon his face.
"How is she?" Bobby wasn't sure he wanted the answer however.
"She is stable now, but it is all play by ear for a while. She got shot right below her knee, running through a major muscle and vein. The way she was bleeding…" the doctor stopped to read Bobby's reaction. "Sir, we had to amputate her left leg."
"Wha… what does that mean? How much of it?"
"We got lucky. I know it might not seem this way, but since the damage was far enough below her knee, we could save it, which altogether is better for Eames."
"How can you say this is better for her? She lost part of her leg!" Bobby yelled, about in tears.
"Sir, I can understand your anger, but you have to look at this as a whole. We were lucky we saved her from how much blood she lost and the infection from the cuts or that the rapist did not have any dieases to pass on. We considered everything else, but if we left the bottom of her leg, she would have probably lost the rest if it did not kill her first. I promise you about any doctor in New York would agree with me," the doctor said, hoping Bobby would understand.
He nodded, running a hand through his hair as he started to pace. Since he was listed as next of kin, he felt he should be the one calling her family, which would be his task when the sun finally rose. His mind flew at 100 miles a minute as he thought about everything. Sorting through the ins and outs of it all, he racked his mind on what would become of the job.
"Can I see her?" he asked. The doctor nodded and led him down the hall, and with each step, Bobby felt himself grow weaker and weaker.
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