Disclaimer- They are like little action figures I do not own, but have the incisive need to play with. CBS owns them. Mr. Heller made them. No money is, was, or ever will be made from this.

[chapter 2]

The Citroen's left turning light rhythmically clicked as they sat in their lane. Jane was nervous, shifting slightly in his seat as he watched the rear view mirror, while Rigsby checked his weapon.

"I am not backup," Jane stated, "I'll just wait right here."

"Sure," Rigsby nodded in agreement.

Sweat trickled down the nape of his neck as Rigsby stepped out of the car with his gun drawn. He cautiously approached the two men. One man held a shotgun, the other held a hand gun.

"CBI, drop your weapons." Rigsby commanded as he trained his weapon on the two.

"Rigsby, watch out!" Jane hollered out the window.

The man with the shotgun raised his gun and fired.

The deafening boom of the Mossburg resonated in their ears. The buckshot missed Rigsby, who dove for the asphalt when Jane yelled. Rigsby scurried to a nearby Civic for cover. The cars waiting at the stoplight sped off almost causing four car pile up.

"What'd you do that for?" The lanky one smacked the other guy in the head. "We weren't trying to make a scene."

"Do that again and I might shoot you instead," the other man warned. "All that driving in circles made me twitchy. We should have grabbed him at his house."

"Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Dumb ass, now we got to chase them," the lanky man retorted.

"Drop your weapons or I will shoot you!" Rigsby ordered. He took aim and fired a warning shot.

Jane pulled the phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar phone number. "Lisbon! We ran into slight issue. Yes, that is gunfire. Yes, help would be greatly appreciated. Quickly!"

The two men returned fire. One shot hit the drivers side mirror next to Jane. He jumped, and Jane's hands went up to cover his head. The phone bounced off the steering wheel and fell under the seat. A shotgun blast shattered the rear window and lodged itself in the passenger seat. Glass rained down on Rigsby as another shot shattered the window above him.

"Jane! Stay down!" Rigsby returned fire.

The Citroen took was taking fire. Jane flung the driver side door open in an attempt to escape. A spray of pellets hit the door's panel, then an on coming car almost took the door off. The consultant jumped back and cowered in his seat.

"Rigsby! Shoot the ovoid one!" Jane hollered.

"What?"

"The ovoid one!"

"What?"

"Humpty! The one on the left, looks like an egg. Short, pointy head, round body. Ridiculous comb over. The one with the shotgun."

"Why didn't you say the one with the shotgun?"

Rigsby took aim and fired off a few shots towards Humpty. One shattered the Skylark's passenger side window. The second, and third embedded themselves in the door, sending Humpty scrambling for cover.

"Jane stay down!"

"I'm trying."

Jane slid into the passenger seat and tried to exit that way. Rigsby ran towards him, but three shots from Lanky's Ruger flew past. One narrowly missed Jane's head, when he was about to jump out of the car. The other two shattered the tail light by Rigsby's neck when he reached out to to grab Jane. The two hastily retreated back.

"Idiot! Watch what you're doing we need him alive," Humpty yelled.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing," Lanky shouted.

"Doesn't look like it from here," Humpty scoffed.

Rigsby let out a swear and fired two more shots. They did not have the tactical advantage. One, Jane was an untrained liability and pinned down. Two, his vest was in his overnight bag, with his extra clips. Three, they were in the middle of traffic. And four to the left of him was a playground. He could hear sirens in the background, but they sounded like they were more than a few minutes out. Most people had fled, abandoning their cars, but he thought he saw two people hiding behind the playground slides.

"Jane, stay down."

"I'm trying," Jane answered.

He winced and sank further into his seat as another shot whizzed by, cracking the windshield. The consultant peered cautiously out the driver side door. Rigsby was taking fire from his position, now behind a red Echo. He watch as Lanky motioned for Humpty to go right. The two men were trying to flank Rigsby.

Jane shifted the car into reverse and floored it. The Citroen smashed into the Skylark sending Lanky diving out of the way. Lanky bolted for the car, but Jane quickly shifted into first and the open passenger door clipped the tall man in leg.

The man howled in pain as he fell to the ground clutching his leg.

"I am not backup!" Jane swerved. He lost control of the car and sideswiped three parked cars before coming to a stop.

"Jane!"

"I'm okay," Jane mumbled, when he fell out of the Citroen. He waved Rigsby off, and staggered towards the row of parked cars for cover.

Rigsby scanned from left to right. In the commotion he lost sight of Humpty. Lanky on the other hand was still withering in pain on the ground.

"Gotcha!"

Rigsby whipped around. The last thing he saw was the butt of the Mossburg quickly approaching his face.

Spots filled his vision and everything was blurry and wavy. Rigsby tried to stand, but was knocked to the pavement.

"Jane..."

"Uh, right here..." Jane answered.

Humpty hit Rigsby with the butt of the shotgun again, this time in the stomach, knocking the breath from his lungs. Instinctively, the agent curled into a ball face down, trying to protective himself.

"Just take both of them," Lanky commanded.

"But we only need him," Humpty answered.

"I said take them both."

"I can't watch both of them and drive."

"I've got an idea."

TBC

I don't think I've ever wrote an action sequence. How did I do?