A/N Sorry! I hope you enjoy. I really have no excuses. But…hopefully with summer, updates will be more frequent. Thank you for all your reviews, I really do appreciate it. –Serena 3
She propelled herself forward with all the strength she had in her defeated body. Adrenaline shot through her veins and everything faded to a blur once her eyes locked on him. She pushed with enough strength to knock them both over, but…
He saw blood on his hands. Craning his neck to see her on his chest, he watched as her blood dripped onto his shirt, staining it with red. Her scream echoed in his ears, the terror in her voice as Hagen held the gun to her head, running. Why was she running? His head throbbed from where it hit the ground, what was going on?
Then it hit him.
She ran to him. She ran to save him. His hands found her bleeding shoulder, ripping off his shirt and pressing it to the wound. Oblivious to everything around him, except her strangled cry as he reluctantly applied pressure.
Her aching feet spun into gear, as if electric shocked. Her green eyes zeroed in on Eric, her destination locked and determined to reach it.
The second shot went off. This time with the intention to kill.
She felt the pain explode in her body as she hit his chest, adrenaline masking her natural instinct of self preservation. His black shirt swam beneath her eyes, she struggled to stay conscious as the pain intensified, crying out when his hands pressed. She couldn't tell where the pain was coming from, the darkness clouded her vision. She forced herself to stay awake, she tried, but it kept on coming. She couldn't –
Hagen, seemed shocked at his own actions. The black gun in his hands actually shot the blonde. Shot Calleigh. He loved her, for a moment. Now his hands trembled with anticipation.
"Get up, bitch!" he bellowed.
Silence was all he received in return as her half-conscious mind couldn't create a response. Eric's arms tightened around her protectively.
"What do you want, Hagen?" he asked angrily, trying to find a way to escape.
"Her dead, you dead, hell, the whole MDPD dead. You ruined my life. Horatio and his brother. Calleigh and her slutty tactics. You CSIs always thought you were better than me.
Eric laid Calleigh on the ground gently, standing up slowly, tensely waiting for Hagen to make his move. A rustling behind Hagen grabbed the man's attention and Eric took his opportunity. He ran at him, knocking him on his back. Hagen, more furious than before, dropped the gun and delivered a swift uppercut to the Latino's face. Recovering quickly, Eric grabbed the gun, the two men unintentionally switching sides. Eric's eyes filled with horror as the cruel smile on Hagen's face reminded him of who was next to the deranged police officer.
Calleigh.