Now

Time seems to freeze.

I hear the gun firing but I don't have enough time to react. I hear them screaming, see them looking at him with dread on their eyes.

But it's too late and we all know it.

I think I hear Hetty gasp in my ear but it could have easily been nothing but my imagination.

I know the bullet is coming towards me. Years of doing this have taught me a couple of things. One of those things is determinate the direction of a bullet.

And this one is sure as hell coming towards me. I can almost feel the pain just thinking about it.

I've been shot before. It's not a big secret. But every single time feels like the first one.

I don't know where it's going to hit me so I have no time to prepare. Hell, I wouldn't have time to prepare either way.

All I know is that the damn bullet is coming towards me, my co-workers (friends) all know that. I can tell by the looks on their faces during those milliseconds.

They say life flashes before your eyes. That doesn't happen this time. All I can think about is how much I regret what happened this morning.

Because that's the most honest truth. I regret what happened this morning and now, faced with the bullet coming towards me, I wish I could go back and do things differently.

It's too late, though. I feel the bullet come in contact with my stomach and the force throws me to the floor. I touch the place where the bullet hit and feel the blood on my numb fingertips.

I'm bleeding a lot and I don't have much time to waste. I try to keep pressure on the wound but I'm getting weaker by the second and there's nothing I can do about it.

This time, I know I hear Hetty telling me the ambulance is coming. I feel my friends gathering around me. I feel a hand taking over mine and pressuring my stomach.

I feel someone holding my head. I hear them talking to me, begging me to say something.

But I can't. I'm not strong enough to talk.

My eyes are closing and they see that. So they beg me to keep my eyes open, to react and to wait for the ambulance.

But I'm tired. I don't want to wait much longer.

I hear the ambulances coming but I'm not strong enough to wait. Everything starts to get blurry and, with my final bit of strength, I manage to say the one thing I have to say before I close my eyes.

"You're already in…"

And I know he knows what I mean when I feel his lips on my cheek. I never saw Deeks cry but I feel his tears on my cheek. Sam is keeping pressure on my stomach and Callen is holding my head on his lap.

And I want to fight. I want to fight to remain with them.

But, just as the ambulance arrives, I stop hearing. I stop feeling.

Everything stops.

How many of you saw this coming? Be honest!
I'm sorry it took me this long to update but I just started college and I'm still getting used to the schedules. That means all I want to do when I get home is sleep.
Anyway, I will update as soon as I can and reviews are always a great motivation.
Love,
Sarah