AN: Just messing with a bit of suspense writing while I can barely write properly around the newborn puppies of my dog's. You're welcome ;)


The sensation of warm blood spraying over her face was something she would never forget. Just like she would never forget the way the lightning flashed overhead and split the air with a roar.

Producing enough light for her to be able to see her partner's face and the snarl that was painted there, a snarl of protection and a need to protect her.

To protect her from danger while it was just them.

They were alone.

Trapped in the hell that she was watching as her partner fought to protect her.

With a frightening snarl that she never wanted to see on her face again. The raising of her lip, the bloodied state of her teeth from blood in her mouth, the deadly sharp state of her blue eyes, and the way her pupils were tiny from pain and fear, all of it.

She never wanted to see her get hurt because of her again.

Her body made contact with the ground while her childhood friend spat blood into the attacker's face and she watched her fingers escape the pocket of her pants. To reveal the thin bladed switchblade she knew she always kept in her pocket when she didn't have her firearm on her.

The silver colored blade flashed out with the release of the blade's springs, it's bright color contrasting brightly with the black pistol of the attacker's and glowing brightly in the dim lighting.

Her fingers shakily lifted and brushed her cheek, namely the warm liquid there.

The blood of her partner and lover that was mixing with her own from the bullet's featherlight stinging touch against the skin of her face.

Metal screeched as the knife slid against the gun's barrel causing her to flinch and it flung the gun off course causing it to fire into the air rather than pierce her partner's body again.

The blue of the hoodie was hard to miss in the dim light as they struggled to dodge the attacker's panicked punch and she could only watch. Frozen in the shock as their body got knocked sideways and their shoulder collided with the brick as the gun fired.

More blood flecked Argo's face as they started to fall from the impact, but she saw the silver metal flash through the air as it was thrown and it struck true, sinking into the attacker's stomach and making the attacker's grip on the gun go slack.

Piercing the air in the finality of a sharp screech of a bullet firing into the air once more, as though shouting the means to an end.

The blue hoodie hit the ground.