If you could call it love
The hummer raced on as Wolfe couldn't think of anything BUT A.J. The feeling made his heart beat so much faster. The muscle seemed to enlarge in his chest, like he was a robot with a ticking bomb inside him about to explode. A.J. clipped her badge and belt around her hip, the warrant enclosed in her hands.
The sunlight shined through the tinted windows and extra high-lighted the orange tinges in A.J.'s hazel hair. A radio call came from the receiver on Wolfe's shoulder. Apparently there was a shooting at Andrews'.
Wolfe sped the hummer. His sweet feeling filled with anxiety. A.J. wasn't allowed to wield a gun yet, for what reason, Wolfe did not know all he knew was he had to keep her safe, that he had to protect her.
A.J. stared at Wolfe after he received the radio call. His expression pained and hard. His jaw clenched tightly as he steered the hummer slowly around the corner and stomped on the brakes. He looked over at her with his mesmerizing eyes. Full of concern and worry.
He tried to speak but he ended up looking like a fish on dried ground.
"I'll be fine. I'll direct you through." A.J. tried to calm her voice, as calm as a person can get when they were unarmed near a shooting.
Wolfe leaned in on A.J. He wanted to say something to make the atmosphere of angst go away. We're CSI we should know how…he thought as he stared into the sparkling greens starring right back.
"Go…"A.J. managed to say. Pushing him on the shoulder.
He turned towards the trunk and grabbed two vests. His best at protecting for her now. He was about to leave but he punched the door. He bared his teeth and turned around and gave a deep breath out to calm himself. Eyes shut tightly.
The warmth of Wolfe's lips on hers felt wonderful as her trembling fingers started to stop feeling so numb. Her mind seemed to abandon her as she tried to kiss him back but he drew away and cupped her face in his hands. His face only a centimeter away. His boyish face filled with love and concern.
"I'm not going to leave you unarmed. I…I" there was a gunshot that hit the hummer's mirror.
A.J. snapped back to reality and flung her vest on. She was in total combat mode, knowing she wasn't allowed to touch an automatic, .45, .22 gauge or whatever type of shooting device, she willingly accepted Wolfe's gun as he opened his door to use as a shield as he shot four rounds at the attacker.
She was lucky as she ducked at the right moment –she could feel the heat on the glass—as a bullet shot through the windshield on the passenger side.
Wolfe momentarily took his eyes off the shooter and looked at A.J. covered with glass. She gingerly lifted her head up and gave him an I'm-okay-get-your-focus-back-on-the-guy! Look.
Another gunshot at the top of the car was what got Wolfe back to his position, though A.J. noticed he had inched closer to the seats.
A.J. sighed angrily as another bullet hit the hummer and plopped heatedly on her hand.
She kicked her door open and peered around the sides, ready at any moment. The signal was obvious. A loud bang that left A.J. momentarily deaf. She stretched her thighs and shot two rounds and crouched back behind the door.
She looked over at Wolfe; he was huddled back inside the hummer, reloading bullets.
On the count of three, both aimed and fired at the emerging black vehicles that rammed into a tree at full speed. The survivors running out of the wreck holding packages tightly in their arms.
"They're drug dealers!" A.J. shouted at Wolfe.
"They've got what…about 53 keys?" He estimated.
Then the dung coloured head popped behind a bush. Andrews.
A.J. stood up and shouted.
"Mr. Andrews get back here now!"
Bang! Wolfe shot Andrews in the thigh. The thump meant he wasn't going anywhere, far, anyways.
The scene was clear in under a minute as other CSI: Miami-Dade and Police fire arms vehicles revved into view. One of them—A.J. recognized—was Eric's.
Wolfe stood up and mopped his brow. Smiling in relief at A.J. that she was okay—
BANG!
A.J. could feel the bullet drive through her collar bone. The one place on the chest the vest couldn't protect. The man that had shot her was on the ground. Huddling his four keys of coke. Eric's gun to his head.
The pavement felt warm on her hands. Her eyelids felt heavy as they narrowed to slits as the glare from the sun shone onto her face. Wolfe was bent over her. Shocked. For a full minute he stared at her. Didn't know what to do with her.
"I'm fine…" A.J. managed to say, smiling weakly as the warm crimson liquid ran down her shoulder.
Her eyes faltered. She saw darkness in minutes at a time. Wolfe's palm patting her on the cheek in little slaps.
"A.J.?! A.J. look at me! Look at me!"
She opened her eyes…the pain came later.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Sorry to leave you like this. But they FINALLY kissed…in a weird situation…
Hope you liked it…chapter nine coming up on Friday!
I can't believe I did that to the HUMMER!!!