Okay here is my second Jamie whump fic... do enjoy.
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Jamie hit the alarm again, just five more minutes. He rolled over on his side. As he drifted back to sleep his cell began to go off. His eyes fluttered open in frusration. Don't they realize that he had only been asleep for a couple of hours?
"Hello," he mumbled. "Danny is everything ok? So everything is fine why are you calling me at," turning to the alarm clock, Jamie growled, "it's seven thirty." Jamie nearly shouted.
"Sorry kid I thought you would be up."
"Its been a long night I'm just tired. So why did you call?"
"Thought we could have lunch."
"Sounds good, one o'clock okay? Great see you then."
Jamie laid there not really wanting to move, but he had to, today was the day his final loan payment. Harvard would be paid off. It had taken every bit of his free time. Part time painting jobs with Renzulli, any overtime he was given, then by pure luck he'd been offered some lucurtive bodyguard work. His dad and grandfather had even loaned him some money. Of course he had refused but they had been determined to help, now he was glad they had.
He'd showered, ate and drank the last of his coffee. Quickly he looked around grabbed his badge and clipped it onto his belt, holstered his off duty weapon and headed out for the day. Days off were never really off for police officers.
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New York was alive with the bustle of every day city life. He had made his way to the bank only to find it packed. He rolled his eyes and headed into line. Looking over his paperwork to make sure everything was in order, and that he hadn't forgot anything. He hadn't, satisfied he turned his attenton to the line which had finally moved.
Time seemed to have stopped as he heard the next guy in line yell, "NOBODY MOVE!" He watched as the man turned around waving a gun around. "ON THE FLOOR," the armed robber commanded. Slowly he looked around, he wasn't sure if he had a clean shot, the teller was right on the other side of the counter. Then there was a chance of a silent partner, the risks were just to many. He would have to wait for an opening.
Carefully Jamie removed his sheild and slipped it into his back pocket. Then he took a few minutes to make sure he wasn't being watched as he slipped out his cell phone.
The gunmen turned, "hey what are you doing?" He barked as he came up to Jamie. That's when he saw the cell phone, taking his foot he smashed it into Jamie hand. Jamie heard a sicking crunch, he rolled over onto his back in pain. The gunmen looked to Jamie side and saw his off duty weapon. "You a cop?" He kicked Jamie hard in the side sending Jamie reeling from the pain. He looked over at the teller. "I didn't tell you to stop." He bent over and took Jamie off duty weapon and rushed back over to the counter.
Jamie clutched his side. He tried to flex his hand but it was clearly broken. How bad he didn't know. His phone smashed. His gut told him he'd done the right thing, something was off he just didn't know what.
No one saw the bank manager as he dialed 911.
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Danny sat behind his desk filling out the last of his paperwork when his Captian came up to him. "Bank robbery in process, go down and see if you can lend a hand. And Reagan no heriocs, okay." The Captain ordered.
"Yes sir."
Danny grabbed his gear and looked over at his partner, "I went into a bank to talk down a bank robber." He gave his partner a nonchalant look.
His new partner just shook her head as she stood up. "So all the rumors are true," she needled him.
Danny gave her a smile. She wasn't Jackie but she was okay. The fact that she had told him from the start that she wasn't trying too be and that had spoke volumes to him. Jackie was like a sister to him and yet she had vanished nothing no, 'hi how are you' or 'drop dead'. She'd just disappeared.
"You coming?" Baez asked over shoulder.
"Coming," he said in a sing song voice. He could hear her laughing. She'd work.
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Carefully Jamie sat up and began to evaluate the situation. As of right now one robber, but something didn't sit right with him. As for his injuries his hand was broken, his ribs bruised if not cracked. And now the police were outside.
"This is YOUR fault," He sneered as the butt of the gun came down hard on Jaimie head. A wave of dizzness hit Jamie as everything around him dimmed.
"My...fault...your...the...one robbing the bank." Jamie huffed as he held his head.
The gunmen hit Jamie again. Jamie tried to shake off the pain, but the wave of darkness kept washing over him. The last thing Jamie saw were two sets of feet...
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Well here is chapter one. So how did I do? Don't think this one will be a long fic, but we will see where my muse takes me...
