It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... ANOTHER CHAPTER! Yeah, i know it's taken me awhile but I hope the large word count makes up for it!
Searching4sanity: you have an awesome penname too! Glad you like the story and how I'm writing it! I really hope you keep reading it and keep liking it!
WiseGirl-AC: I'm really glad you liked the last chapter! I was worried about getting their reactions correct so I'm happy to know you think I got them right! Good job figuring out where Matt's name came from! Can you tell me which character Blye comes from?
4master: It's great to know you think I got the dialogues right. I had some trouble figuring out what they would say and it's good to know you liked what they said!
Disclaimer: this is the part where I say something witty and awesome about how i don't own anything ('cept Matt) right? Ok so here go: I CLAIM NO OWNERSHIP OF ANYTHING RECOGNIZBLE! Yeah! That's right, it was neither witty or awesome! Why? 'cause I'M A REBEL! *insert rebel war cry here*
Guess what! Searching4sanity wins the prize for figuring out where Matt's name comes from! It's NCIS: LA! Here is your prize *hands over cookie* and for the rest of you...
THE NEXT CHAPTER! YAY!
Previously...
Matt glanced over at the women, confusion showing easily. Tess and Isabel just shook their heads, "You shouldn't have asked. You really shouldn't have asked."
"Oh…" Matt opened his mouth to say more when suddenly there was a crash and two people yelling. They recognized Linus's voice but the other was both unfamiliar and had a heavy Russian accent. They all slowly started to make their way towatds the door worriedly as the sounds of a fight grew more intense. There was a finally crash of someone flying into a wall, hard, and then the resounding bang of a gunshot froze them all in their tracks.
GSW, stitches and more trouble
Matt was the first to react, flying towards the door, which was enough to send Danny and Rusty sprinting after him. Nicky was paralyzed, staring at the now open doorway, hand over her mouth and skin pale. Tess and Isabel stared in surprise but quickly took charge of the younger woman, helping her onto a bench that was in the room.
The three men rushed out the door and into the main bar, which was unhelpfully dark, ready to hit someone (though they knew it might not be very effective) to help their friend.
"Always in the shoulder…" Linus's grumble came from their left and as their eyes slowly adjusted they could make out his figure. As they got used to the lights coming in from the streetlights they could tell he was standing near one of the booths, his left hand clamped around his right shoulder while his other hand skimmed across the wall, searching for something. His fingers stopped and suddenly light surged into the room.
"Ow! Shit! Linus, warning next time!" Matt cried out cursing his friend and glaring at him.
"You guys suck at following directions don't you?" Linus hissed out but was moving across the bar to check if the man lying at the bottom of the wall across the room was conscious. The three men take a second to scan the room. There is one man unconscious and slumped up against the bar and another lying on top of a table. That's when Rusty notices the spray of blood on the wall behind where Linus had been standing and he connects that with Linus's earlier comment about the shoulder and the way he was clutching his shoulder and the gunshot.
"Linus! You got shot!" Rusty's shout seemed to help Matt and Danny make the connection too but Linus just looked over at him with an expression that clearly read no shit Sherlock.
"Yes, Rusty, I did." Linus turned to face them fully and they could see that there a dark red stain marred the front and right side of his otherwise spotless white shirt, and it was steadily becoming a deep maroon.
"Holey shit, kid!" Danny curses as Linus stumbles ever so slightly. The concern in his voice makes Linus glance at them and take notice of their concerned and not so slightly panicky expressions.
"Okay, you guys are panicking. Not helpful. Try to calm down." Linus's voice was all business but not cold or calculating and the other men caught the slight weaver in it.
"Linus!" Nicky's voice echoed out from the other room and was quickly followed by the young women who raced out of the other room and full out tackled the young man.
A pained groan escaped made Nicky pull back and she immediately noticed the blood. Instead of freaking out like they expected her to, she sucked in a deep breath and started to walk behind Linus who shook his head and frowned "Unfortunately, it's still there."
"Dammit! You can't do anything the easy way can you?" she all but growled at him and grabbed his hand pulled him over towards a table. This time when he stumbled it was obvious and caused Nicky to glance back at him, worriedly. She gently pushed him into the chair and turned to face the others who were staring in surprise as Nicky glared at them, "Matt! Go get a first aid kit!"
Matt nodded, less surprised then the others by the commanding tone she had and hurried to get the first aid kit. This was stocked a lot better than most first aid kits, with the items nesscery to handle everything from poison to gunshot wounds to moderate beatings.
"Take your shirt off." Linus complied immediately, attempting to undo the buttons on his shirt one-handed. Nicky's frown deepened when he struggled with it and turns back towards the others who are still staring in surprise, which cause her expression to lighten a little with humor, "Do you think you guys could lend a hand?"
The two women shook their heads as if to clear them and hurry over to help their injured friend with his shirt. Danny and Rusty hover behind Nicky feeling slightly helpless. With the help of the two women the white button down is deposited on the floor and is followed by a similarly colored undershirt. Matt races back into the room, a large tackle box in his hand, which he hands to Nicky, who places it on the table and sits down in front of his right shoulder.
"Go from the back." Linus's voice has weakened since the last time he spoke and he's gritting his teeth in pain, "It's closer to the back of my shoulder now."
Nicky just nods and angles her chair so she's looking at his back and opens the box, "If you are squeamish I would suggest going into another room."
Instead of leaving the four move so they can see what she's doing and what she's getting out of the kit. The first thing is a bottle of rubbing alcohol, which is followed by a lighter, set of tweezers, knife, rag, pencil, needle and what appears to be thread. Nicky glanced up at them one more time, "You sure you want to watch?" They nodded and she shrugged, "Whatever." She turned to Linus and handed him the pencil, "Ready?"
Not waiting for an answer she picked up the knife and diped it in the rubbing alcohol before running the lighter along its edge. She placed it over where the bullet likely was and Linus bit down onto the pencil. Tess gasped as Nicky cut into his shoulder, creating a hole big enough for the tweezers. Linus's jaw tightened around the pencil. She pulled the knife out and put it on the table but the tweezers quickly proceed and she's gently probing for the bullet, hand surprisingly steady. A second later Linus cries out as she yanks the bullet out and drops it onto the table. A few minutes later, the pencil has been discarded of and there's a row of neat little stitches on Linus's back and a little more jagged kind of odd shaped collection of them on his upper right chest.
"Here you go." Matt had pulled an extra shirt out of nowhere and handing it to Linus, who looked at it, his expression a mixture of amusement and chagrin.
"Pink? Really?" The shirt was indeed pink. Not a tasteful pale pink but a full out fluorescent, only Rusty would wear this color, kind of pink.
Nicky takes one look at it and bursts out laughing, doubling over and clutching her stomach and Linus looked up and glared at her.
There's a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Linus tensed again and looked up, just as the sound of a gun cocking breaks the silence.
I really am moving up in the world! Another cliffie! Yay! Now just click the review button to find out what happens next! And please review 'cause my muse is being bitchy and won't even tell me what happens next until... wait...yeah... BREAKING NEWS! I just had an IDEA! Now stand back this might not end well... YES! IT works! I literally just figured out what's going to happen in the next chapter!... still review though...
Until next time!
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