Surprising turn of events Chapter 4, a fbi fanfic

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She looked at Mona's office which was only about forty feet away from where she parked. everything was calm on the streets this cold bitter evening. Maggie tried to keep calm, searching the street trying to see if she could spot either man from the pictures Isobel sent. She casually walked towards the building and swung open the door; everything was as it should be inside, employees sitting at their desks, making copies, or sending faxes, a couple of them sat in a small breakroom which was almost out of her line of sight. She scanned the room, looking at each person before she saw Mona. She was casually chatting with one of her coworkers, carefree and unaware of what was going on.

"Mona," She called making her way, weaving in and out of desks.

"Agent Bell, what a surprise," Maggie could see her do a quick look around to see if OA was far behind. "To what do I owe such a nice surprise." Maggie could barely open her mouth when the sound of shattering glass sounded. Maggie quickly looked around before finding the back of the building on fire. A couple workers screamed when another shatter sounded and the fire spread. She wasn't able to stop them as they all sprinted toward the front door.

"No!" Maggie yelled as three of them had already reached to doors, but it was too late, a masked man rushed in with a gun and started shooting. He hit one of the men in the shoulder, sending him to the floor. Maggie pushed Mona behind a desk and told her stay down, pulling her gun and returning fire. It certainly threw the shooter off, but he ducked behind the supporting wall of the entrance before popping back out and shooting again, this time hitting another woman in her harm, she let out a cry before collapsing to the floor.

"Stay down," She commanded before popping up from her spot and catching sight of the shooter aiming for another. "FBI, drop your weapon," her voice was fierce, but she knew that they man behind the ski mask wasn't going to give up easily. She looked him over; a thin man, he couldn't be taller than 5'10 and with that small amount of information she guessed it was Michael Howard. He had whipped around quickly, even from this distance she could see the anger in his eyes as he pointed his gun at her.

"Drop the weapon Michael, this isn't going to end well." It was clear he hadn't expected an FBI agent, but he was starting to piece together that she was alone which was his advantage. She also could guess that with his mind set, because she was a female, he could take her easy, but Maggie was skilled at what she did.

"Bitch," he hissed viciously. He wasn't going to give up, this was a suicide mission. She saw his finger begin to press the trigger, but she shouts off two rounds hitting him in the chest, he went down. As she swiftly moved forward and kicked the gun out of his hand, she could hear the whimpers around the room. She pressed her middle and index finger to his neck but by the vacant look in his eyes she knew he was gone.

"Mona," Maggie called, the woman slowly rose from behind the desk, "Fire extinguisher." Mona disappeared to the breakroom and returned with the red canister beginning to fight the flames as others worked to help the injured. "Stay away from the doors," Maggie instructed. One man was down but with the lack of gunfire she was sure that they Sullivan would figure something was wrong. She pulled out her phone and called Isobel to inform her what was happening.

"Howard is dead, Sullivan is still out there, do we have any video footage of where he is."

"Elise is pulling footage now from traffic cams, trying to figure out the vehicle now." Maggie looked around, the first thing that occurred had been the fire, two glass bottles that had shattered the back exit, a diversion.

"Isobel, I think Sullivan is behind the building, he created a diversion before Howard came in shooting."

"Back up is minutes away Maggie," Isobel warned.

"He may already suspect something is off, he could have left, I need to check." Maggie made all employees move to the small room as she walked out the back door, glass shattered from the Molotov cocktail. With her gun aligned with her eyesight, she scanned the street she searched for Sullivan's face, she hadn't caught sight, but a sudden shot echoed through the street and then another, this one whizzing by her ear. Maggie ducked behind a car parked behind the building as shots still sounded. She pulled herself to the front of the car, peering around the front bumper of the car, finally seeing the tinted window of a chevy whose window was cracked open and the muzzle of a gun pointed out. She let out a quick rush of air before popping up over the car, aiming and shooting back. When Sullivan spotted her, she saw him climb out of the car and ducking behind moving like her and shooting over the car at her. The next time she stood she immediately felt a sharp pain hit her left arm, she fell back behind the car placing her hand against the wound. It was a through and through and she couldn't imagine it had done any major damage, but it still hurt like hell.

"You think you can win this sweetheart," She could hear Sullivan chuckle, "all alone."

"I don't know, I took your partner down pretty quickly," she retorted.

"And he had taken yours down too," She could imagine the smug smile that he wore. "I know who you are agent Bell, and I know you are alone, just like Omar Zidan was." Maggie shoved herself up and let off another round, missing him by a mere inch. "I do believe our time is running out."

"I guess so," Maggie called back; in the distance sirens rang out.

"I do believe you are our of ammo Maggie." His voice grew closer. She looked under the car and saw him cross the street. "I came here to kill Mona Nazari, you may be collateral." His footsteps grew closer, and Maggie knew she was out of time, he rounded the corner, a sinister smile on his face, his gun pointed right at her. She glared at him, ready for the bullet to exit the chamber and when the gunshot went off, she sucked in her breath and waited for pain, instead she was splattered with blood and Sullivan, his face now stuck dumbfounded collapsed to the ground, dead. Her eyes darted at the direction of the bullet, the broken glass doorway where Tiffany stood up, gun stilled aimed. Maggie let a rush of air out letting herself fall back to the ground as she felt relief rush over her.

Mona walked over to Maggie who was seated in an ambulance, a paramedic wrapping her arm. All in all; nobody from the office had been killed, thanks to Maggie's defense and first aid knowledge of one of the lawyers. Maggie looked up just in time as Mona stopped in front of her. "How is the arm?"

"I'll be fine, they say they don't think it hit anything, but I am going to go get checked out, do you want to come." Mona shifted in her spot, tears brimming her eyes, she bit her lower lip with anxiety.

"How bad is he Maggie?" Maggie looked down at her hands, blood that had streaked from her wound had down begun to dry a dark crimson red on her hand.

"It's critical… but he is a fighter." She had gone on to explain what the surgeon had told her and the Zidans; OA wasn't doing well. The surgery they had first attempted had failed, the graft didn't hold and now they had to stay in and fix it another way that would take longer. The second bullet that hit OA's liver had caused him to hemorrhage which was even more blood loss. All in all, OA lost 35% of his blood volume which was critical and because of this the surgeon had told them that OA coded on them which he was brought back from, but he had been down for a concerning amount of time which worried him about potential brain damage. When all was said and done, Mona looked pale, as if at any moment she could be ill. She swayed ever so slightly on her feet and Maggie urged her to sit next to her. She held Mona's hand for a moment while looking around the crime scene; Tiffany and Scola were doing interviews, two more ambulances mended the other two gunshot victims and a forensic team flashed picture of the scene, taking note of everything that unfolded.

"Agent, are we ready to go," the paramedic who had just patched her up asked softly

"Can she come with me?"

"Sure." Maggie looked at Mona and for a minute Mona was hesitant, but she eventually helped Maggie into the back of the ambulance and sat beside her.