Autobot Angel
Chapter 15: This is About to Get Interesting…
Horatio looked down at the fallen man and sighed. Another gang shooting. Even with the Feds camped in the lab and one of his CSIs on the line, life and the ending of it still went on in Miami. His team, minus Speed on a certain Fed's instance, was processing a scene that was destined for the cold case stack. Truth was; odds were that the killer would end up in Alexx's domain before they caught him. The redhead knelt next to Alexx, slipping off his sunglasses.
"Alexx, COD?"
"Gunshot. Looks like it entered the chest here," the ME pointed out the hole, then grunted and lifted the body. "…and exited from the back. Calleigh's already on the hunt."
Horatio nodded and rose. Frank Tripp was waiting beyond the police line, waving the lieutenant over. Horatio strode over to the big detective. "Frank, any witnesses?"
"Nope, but dispatch just got an interesting call in…"
Delko hid a sigh as Wheeljack followed him around the scene, asking questions every step of the way. The CSI wished for Speed; Speed would have been able to shut up the self-proclaimed mad scientist of the Autobots. Even better, Prowl could have ordered Wheeljack to leave and find someone else to bother.
"Humans really all have different fingerprints?"
Delko ignored him. Talking to the air was not a good idea.
"What kind of equipment is that?"
Delko shot the Autobot a clear 'shut up' glare.
Screeching tires cut off Wheeljack's next question. The crowd scattered, screaming in terror. Delko stared, jaw hanging open as Horatio's bellow cut through the air. "Everyone, GET DOWN!"
Delko saw the cars fishtail around the corner, the snouts of guns appearing through the windows. Officers dove for the cover of their cars, the onlookers scurried for the same cover but the CSIs were completely exposed. Someone shoved Delko down and Delko caught a glimpse of white, red, and green…
Calleigh had just found her bullet when she heard the tires screech. She looked up and saw the car. Instinctively she reached for her gun. The Hummer was too far away. No… Someone hit her from behind, and she fell, a heavy weight on her back. She turned her head and saw red and black paint…
"…Said something about a drive-by shooting in this area."
Horatio stared at Tripp. "We have to get the team out of here…"
A car engine roared and Horatio saw the car as it raced down a side street. Tripp turned, saw the car and dove for cover. Horatio whirled toward his team. "Everyone, GET DOWN!" Just as he finished, someone tackled him, ramming him down and out of the line of fire. Horatio twisted and saw red along with what looked like a car windshield…
Tripp dove for cover and started crawling toward his car. He was still vulnerable, still exposed. He heard quick footsteps and someone landed on his back, making him yelp. The detective heard a grunt and saw gold and green paint…
Alexx whirled, still on hands and knees at Horatio's yell. She gasped, realizing that she had no available cover. An image of herself on her own table flashed before her eyes. Before it faded, someone grabbed her and pushed her down. She whimpered and realized the mystery arrival was on top of her, shielding her. She twisted and saw white and red paint…
Speed paced back and forth, worried. He'd overheard the call-in to dispatch. Prowl was leaning against the wall, wisely keeping quiet. Speed had ordered him to help the others and Prowl had refused, saying that his job was to keep Speedle safe.
Speed looked over at the Autobot. "I thought you said you'd help my friends too."
"I said I would see what I could do. Much as I dislike it, I have my orders."
"Can't you bend them for my friends?"
"I'm sorry." Prowl paused to say more, then froze. Images flashed across his vision, the City, the shuttle, and then he saw a group of people on the ground. No… The image shifted and he saw five new figures, protecting the people. Elektra's voice whispered at the back of his head. 'Your friends are here, Prowl. All of them.' Prowl scowled back at her. Why? So we can become ghosts for the rest of our 'lives?' He heard her sigh. 'You should listen to Alexx more…'
"Prowl?"
Prowl looked at Speed and let a fierce triumph show. "The other Autobots. They're here. Your friends are fine."
Speed felt his jaw drop. "All of them?"
"All but Prime."
Prowl let his gaze drift upward. So it wasn't just for Speed's sake that he was here. It was a second chance for him and the others. I guess the biggest question I have now is: How do we go back once this is over?
A/N: Another short chapter I know. It's just that I had a group of whining Autobots…(--loud objections from offstage--)…in the peanut gallery back here. Caterwauling about why do Prowl and Wheeljack get to be in it and not us? (--rolls eyes--) Just kidding. Prowl is my fav but I just couldn't bring myself to leave the other Autobots dead. Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter: Tripp finds out about the Autobots and maybe Alexx vs. Ratchet