Chapter 6: Cop Down
It had been ten days since Riggs had stopped drinking. He was feeling like shit. He was not himself and that worried him. Roger was right there with him through it all. He had been there when he was vomiting and had a bad fever. Now the problem was that he had hand tremors. He really didn't like that. Mainly if he had to shoot someone. He had a few days ago and missed, luckily Roger was there to shoot the guy.
He walked over to his desk and sat down. He really had no energy at all. He looked up and saw Roger walking toward him with some papers. He sat them down on the desk and looked at him.
"You look bad." He said.
"I feel it." He said and rubbed his head. Just then Avery called them into his office.
"Okay you two, this is your guy." He said and handed a picture to Roger. He looked at it and handed it to Riggs.
"Okay we will bring him in." Riggs said a voice like he didn't want to do this. Avery looked at Roger and he shrugged his shoulders.
Martin was walking out to his truck. Roger was walking a little bit behind him. Riggs stopped at the truck and was about to open it when some kind of light hit Roger in the eye. He looked over and saw the light had came off of a gun scope that was in a truck. He looked to where the bullet would hit at. It was going to hit Riggs in the head.
"Riggs!" Roger yelled and ran over and pushed him out of the way. Martin hit the ground in time to hear the gun go off. He looked up and saw Roger fall to the side.
"ROG!" He yelled. Riggs moved around and saw the guy about to take another shot. He pulled out his gun and shoot the guy in the head. He turned around and looked at Roger. Roger was not moving.
"Oh god Rog."
-At the Hospital-
Roger was in a bed. He had got hit in the shoulder, but it was not a bad hit. He opened his eyes and looked over and show Riggs in the chair. He feet were up on the end table that was beside the bed. He was asleep.
"Riggs." Roger said, and Martin jumped and looked over and saw Roger looking at him.
"Hey Rog your okay." He said and got up and sat on the bed and was about to kiss him when Trish and the kids walked in. Riggs sat back up and looked at them with a smile.
"How you doing Baby?" Trish asked.
"I'm doing good." He said.
"Well I better go and let y'all talk." Martin said and was about to get up, but Roger stopped him and pulled him close. Roger kissed Martin and Martin looked at him and then the others.
"We know." Riana said with a smile. Martin smiled and leaned down and kissed the man again.
-A few Days Later-
Roger was at home and was in bed when Riggs walked in. Roger turned off the TV and looked at the man that he loved.
"Hey what are you doing here?" He asked him.
"I came to see you." He said and sat down on the bed.
"Good, how about you kiss it and make it better." Roger smiled. Riggs got what he wanted.
"Nope." Martin said, and Roger's smile fell. Martin moved closer to him.
"But when you are better, we will have a lot of fun." Roger looked at Riggs and saw an evil smile. Roger moved to kiss him but hissed in pain. Riggs looked at his love's shoulder and looked away.
"If I had been paying attention this wouldn't have happened." Martin said with pain in his voice.
"You don't know that." Roger told him. "Could you get my pain pills they are in the bathroom." Roger asked him.
"Yea." Riggs said still in the sad voice. Martin got up and walking to the bathroom and found the pills.
"How many?" He asked.
"Two." Roger said from the bed. Riggs opened the pill bottle and looked in and took out two. He then stopped and looked at them. He took out four more. He put the four in his pocket. He walked out and gave the two to Roger.
-Later that Night with Riggs-
Riggs opened the door to his trailer and shut it. He put his drinks on the table and took out the pain pills. He sat them down next to the whisky bottles. He sat down and looked at them. He then remembered Roger's shoulder. A pain went through his chest. It was his fault that the man had gotten hurt. He closed his eyes and grabbed the pills and took all four of them. He then grabbed the whisky bottle and opened it. He looked at it and then took a drink.
"It is all my fault." He said, and took a lager drink of the whisky.