Hey guys, here's Chapter 5. Thank you all for the kind reviews, it made me really happy to see that you like the story and my writing style so far. If there's anything you don't like or think I should do better, please don't hesitate. :)

Enjoy, this one's a tad longer ..

'Boss, none of the gang members has any relations with bombs. We got arms dealing, drugs and aggravated assault. Most of them have been to prison before.', Jules sat in the truck, talking to Greg and the rest of her team on the headset.

'Okay, so that doesn't add up.'

'No, it doesn't. And check this out: I have talked to members of either gang and they accuse each other of luring them to the warehouse and planting that bomb.'

'Wait, so there's a third party involved?', Wordy frowned.

He, Lew and Sam had found a safe spot to start digging, using a heat sensor to determine where their teammates lay. They only saw one figure on the display, it was not moving but still warm, which means alive. They didn't know whether it was Spike or Ed.

They were just about to start digging, when the fire department arrived. Those guys were much better equipped and quick to set everything up and start.

'We have to assume that, yes.', Jules spoke in a firm voice. 'I'll keep looking.'

She too was worried about Ed and Spike. Knowing that at least one of them was alive was only a small relieve. She didn't think she could handle losing either of them. But thinking about that now, only made her emotional. She couldn't break down, not yet while they were still in danger.

Ed came to suddenly. He looked around a little confused as to where he was, a cough ripping from his lungs, that felt like he had inhaled a whole bag of raw sawdust. Pushing himself up and some debris off, he scrambled to his knees.

What was left of the room swayed dangerously and his head pounded with a headache, that was only comparable to his worst hangover back in college. A groan escaped his lips involuntarily as his right hand instinctively reached up to touch the side of his head, only to come away bloody.

'Keep it together, it's just a concussion. I need to find Spike.'

Despite the head injury, Ed was thinking clearly and knew exactly what had transpired and led to this crap situation on the crappiest day of his whole career.

He finally stood up shakily, took out his flashlight and squinted his eyes against the abusing bright light.

Reaching up to touch the headset in his ear, he found it was still there, but made absolutely no sound. He took it out and looked at it. Broken. 'Crap!'

'Spi..!', the intended yell came out as a hoarse whisper followed by another painful cough.

'Maybe some cracked ribs as well.'

He cleared his throat and tried again, this time succeeding. 'Spike! Buddy, do you hear me?'

'Please be alive, Spike. We need you.'

Around him was debris, some collapsed walls, half the ceiling had come down as well. Thick rebars and electricity cables hung out of the askew remains of the building. Dust was still corrupting the air he breathed and also made it harder to see.

'Spike!', he scanned the ground left and right frantically to see if there was any clue as to where the younger officer might be.

'Spike!', his voice sounded desperate now even in his own ears.

'Ed.', the faint noise came from his right, but he heard it. A new flame of hope was ignited, that sent adrenaline pumping through his veins.

'Spike, keep talking buddy. I'm coming for you! Just keep talking!', Ed made his way carefully over the rubble towards his teammates voice.

'Over here. Are you okay?', his voice sounded relatively strong, considering the circumstances.

Finally he climbed over the partially collapsed ceiling and saw Spike lying on the ground and looking up at him. With his hands he shielded his eyes from the bright flashlight.

'S'good to see you!'

'I'm good, Spike, I'm good.', he never felt so relieved in his life. 'I thought I'd lost you, buddy. How are you doing?'

Ed sank to his knees on his teammates left side and looked him over. Small pebbles and dust were covering most of Spike's uniform, making the usually dark fabric appear gray.

'Mm okay. My leg's stuck underneath the rubble .. think 's broken.', he slurred slightly and gestured to his right lower leg, which disappeared completely beneath the heavy debris.

Ed sighed. 'You tried pulling it out?'

Spike nodded. 'Was too painful.'

'Okay, let me check on your stomach first.'

He pulled Spike's shirt up to his chest exposing his abdomen. There was partially dried blood running down and pooling into the waistband of his trousers. It had started bleeding again, or never stopped in the first place, Ed didn't know. The ragged edges of the wound were also covered in dust, making it prone to infection.

Spike caught Ed's worried look and raised his head slightly to see. At the sight of the blood leaking hole in his stomach, his breath quickened.

Suddenly the pain, that had previously moved to the back of his mind, forced its way back into his conscience. He dropped his head back and groaned, his hands automatically moving towards the pain in an effort to somehow ease it. 'Ooooowwww'

But before he could touch his abdomen, strong hands gripped his own and forced them back down beside his body. 'I can't let you do that, Spike. This wound gets infected, sepsis sets in, trust me you do not want that.'

Ed's blue eyes showed worry, but also stared down at him firmly.

'He knows what to do.', Spike returned the look, his face again contorted in pain.

'I'll try to find some water, or anything to desinfect the wound a little. I'll be right back', with that Ed patted his shoulder, turned around and walked away from him.

He knew that his search for a desinfectant or water was probably futile.

'This place is abandoned, why would there be a bottle of water conveniently lying around?'

Spike was so relieved when he heard Ed calling out for him.

When he finally saw for himself, that he was okay, the adrenaline began to wear off. Though he had a sluggishly bleeding head injury, he was walking, talking and in a clear state of mind.

Spike felt weak from the blood loss. He became increasingly aware of the pain in his stomach and leg.

He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and sleep until rescue came, but if he was honest with himself, he was scared that he wouldn't wake up again.

So he fought bravely to keep the darkness at bay until his team leader returned to keep him awake.

Spike also started feeling a bit nauseous. He didn't think much of it, the pain was still the major sensation he felt. But as the minutes ticked by, the unpleasant feeling became more and more persistent. He grimaced trying to keep his stomach contents where they belonged.

'How do I deserve this?'

'Ed!', he called desperately. He didn't think he could get up without help again, much less roll over while his leg was stuck underneath the rubble. He also didn't plan on throwing up all over himself, doing it in front of Ed would be the lesser evil.

He heard footsteps rapidly approaching. 'Spike? What's wrong?'

Ed's worried face appeared in his peripheral vision, as he kneeled beside him and looked him over.

'Sick .., help me up.', was all he managed.

Putting the flashlight aside, Ed quickly put one arm around Spike's shoulders and pulled on his left arm with his free hand. He helped him lean slightly over to the right, just as his breakfast decided to make a reappearance.

The painful retching continued long after his stomach was empty. When he was finally done, Ed lowered him gently back to the ground.

Spike moaned in between trying to catch his breath.

'Okay, okay, I got you buddy. You're gonna be alright.', Ed tried to soothe him.

He looked over to the vomit, next to his young officer and involuntarily scrunched his nose.

There was the kind of vomit you'd expect to see, and then there was something that looked like coffee grounds mixed into it.

Spike was shaking like a leaf. He looked up at Ed, his deep brown eyes pain-filled and glassy.

'You should find a way outta here. If you can get out, maybe you can get help in.'

'No way, Spike. I'm not leaving you. We get out of here together', Ed used his calm, commanding voice, yet there was a hint of despair in it. He removed his vest and slid out of his SRU jacket.

Spike shook his head weakly. 'I'm not going anywhere like this.'

Ed was just about to cover him with his jacket and argue back, when Spike's face contorted in pain and he flailed desperately to get up again. 'Mm sick!'

Ed grabbed him and lifted his torso up just in time, as a wave of bright red blood flooded from Spike's mouth like a fountain.

He retched and coughed miserably and another gush of blood came out, as Ed supported his weak form. There was nothing else he could do, he felt so useless.

'Oh god no, please don't let this be happening.'

Please let me know what you think .. I know, it's an evil cliffy again, but I also know that you like it. ;D