So because I'm dropping 2 chapters at once I don't know how the notifications will work so if this is the first chapter you're seeing go back one, so you get some context for the story. Anyways enjoy! This one is a doozy.
Special Agent Scott Daniels was supposed to be riding the adrenaline rush of his life. He'd been part of the FBI for only three months and today was his first real mission. And for a rising FBI agent what better first field mission than an active terrorist situation?
Apparently anything else.
So far today all Agent Daniels had done was question a freaked out doctor and watch as his fellow colleagues yelled at each other.
He knew he should've taken the job at the New York office.
"We go in through the left wing with a small group of agents-"
"No that's stupid they have the building secured from the inside, our agents would be walking into certain death"
"And we're yelling again. Joy" Scott whispered under his breath. His senior officers had been arguing on the best course of action for hours.
"So then the only option is to instruct to kill on sight. We go in and shoot first ask questions later, hostages are out. We can risk it"
Scott's eyebrows furrowed at his senior officer words. And then even more at the other senior officer's lack of opposition but instead look of agreement. "What no!"
"Agent Daniels? Were you saying something?"
"You can't just blindly shoot! That doctor! She's still in there, we would be risking her life!"
"We have no other choice Daniels, I can't risk agents for one civilian."
"That's bullshit! That "one civilian" has a name, Josephine Wilson, and she's a hero. She just risked her entire life to save everyone else. And we can't even save her's?"
"It's not a perfect decision Agent, but it's the only one we have. I'm sorry you can either get in board or sit this one out Daniels"
Jo really hated this guy.
She actually felt for the guy after hearing Charles' story, but having his a gun pointed at her head again for the second time that day, really made all sense of sympathy wash away.
"You know it a shame I'm going to have to kill you. You are awfully pretty."
Jo was about to snap back but Charles beat her to it, "Just stop James, you got what you wanted. Lots of dead doctors. You win. Just end this. Let her go, the FBI has this place surrounded. We're going to jail. You gain nothing from killing her."
James tilted his head, his crazed eyes not wavering from Jo's defiant ones. His completely steady hand still wrapped around the gun pointed at their forehead. "You're right. We are going to jail. But I won't sit in cell knowing that this girl is living out the rest of her life."
"You're only mad because she reminds you of Jules"
This time James turned to face his brother, "You don't know what you're talking about".
"You know it's true. She stood up to. Matched you toe to toe. She got to you, got under your skin. And the only other person to ever do that was-"
"ENOUGH!" his face was red. His eyes bloodshot. And for the first time, when James turned back towards her, Jo saw something other than sheer anger in James' eyes. She saw a mourning brother who never really recovered from his sister's death.
The thought distracted her.
It distracted her so much she didn't realize what was happening until she heard a gunshot and felt herself fall to the ground.
Alex hated planes. Having friends who died because one will probably do that you.
He hated everything about planes, the shaking, the smell, the perpetual coldness, snoring neighbors. Or in today's case, crying babies.
Originally Alex had just planned on just leaving the struggling mom alone but after watching the mom try and fail to console the crying baby for the last fifteen minutes, Alex was at wits end.
He turned towards the aisle, reaching over to tap the exhausted woman's shoulder, "Can I try?"
"Excuse me?" The woman pulled her baby closer towards her.
Alex rephrased, "Sorry umm I'm a pediatrician I think I know why you baby is crying-can I see?"
"Oh! Oh god please!"
Alex smirked at the relief in the mother's voice as she handed her daughter off to him.
He rocked her slightly, a trick he'd picked up from a NICU nurse in his fourth year, to get the baby to settle down.
Alex watched the little girl's face contort, discomfort clearly written on her face, he looked back up at her mother, "Do you have a bottle?"
"Umm yes...let me just…" she rummaged through her bags, before pulling one out and offering it to him, "but I just fed her before we got on?"
"Normally that would be fine, but you daughter has acute altitude sickness its basically just air sickness, nothing terrible and completely normal but because of it she's dehydrated and irritated-which is where we get all the crying from" and sure enough the baby's crying began to stop as Alex offered her the bottle.
"That's amazing. And you figured that out from a cry? Can I get your name, I'll bring her to you from now on"
Alex smiled, handing the little girl back to her mother, "Alex Karev, I'm honored but I'm a pediatric surgeon so for your daughter's sake I hope you never have to bring her to see me"
"Oh." She looked down at her now sleeping daughter, "Since your not my daughter's doctor, you're not by any chance single are you?"
Alex's eyes widened, "Uhhh I'm sorry...I'm engaged…"
"Annnnddd this is officially awkward" she started laughing. "Hot successful baby surgeons are never single."
Alex looked away, feeling slightly uncomfortable, which the other woman picked up on, "I'm sorry! I'm making you uncomfortable now…"
"No umm it's okay." Alex looked away at his phone willing this conversation to end.
Of course Alex was never that lucky,
"Did you hear about the crazy hostage situation with all the doctors? Tragic isn't it?"
Alex looked back down, "Yeah...I uhh I heard about it"
"It's so terrible, but I'm glad the hostages were able to get out. Makes it a little better, right?"
Alex's head shot up, "Wait what?"
The women was slightly taken aback by Alex's sudden interest, "They released like all the hostages, I don't know why though. Maybe…"
But Alex had stopped listening a sense of relief flooded over him, Jo was safe. She was out of the building. They probably couldn't call him because he was in a plane. But it was all okay. Jo was safe.
Jo felt a throbbing in her side. She looked up to see Charles on the ground in front of her, and the gun in James' shaking hand.
Even from Jo's position on the floor she could tell Charles was already dead. The bullet had left a fatal wound in his chest.
A bullet intended for her.
Jo slowly began to realize what had just happened. Charles pushed her out of the way of his brother's bullet taking the fatal shot for himself.
And as she looked up at James, she knew he had realized it too.
The gun fell out of his hand, the sound of it falling echoed in the room."
James' red eyes met Jo's "FIX HIM!" His voice was hoarse but loud.
Jo looked down "I can't."
"I SAID FIX HIM"
"He's dead. I can't. I'm sorry." Jo slowly pulled herself of the ground her hands shaking. She watched as James fell to floor next to where his brother's dead body was lying. She watched as sobs shook through his body.
A man who Jo recognized as the guy who lead her to the lobby that morning walked in room, "Sir, the FBI is in the building. They're shooting on sight. Hawks was shot down and Lewis escaped with the hostages-never came back. It's just us sir, it's over."
James looked up at Jo, his eyes wild and red-he'd lost everything today and the anger shone clear in his eyes. He reached for his gun, and unlike before he unceremoniously pointed it between Jo's eyes.
"This is your fault" his voice was low and menacing but calm. "You killed him… I'm going to kill you"
But as Jo looked at James's eyes she saw a look she hadn't seen in the man all day, he was broken. Lost. His hands were shaking, tears rushing down his face.
Jo put reached her hand out and calmly spoke "You don't want to kill me. You're hurting and angry but not at me."
"NO! I HATE YOU I WANT YOU DEAD!"
"No you don't, you're hurting over Charles. Probably Jules too. You feel alone. And you're mad at yourself. You're hurting. But it's not your fault."
James shook his head aggressively. Tears running down his face.
"It's not. You did the best you could for your siblings. And Charles's death isn't on you. None of this is on you, it's not. It's all going to fine." Jo pulled her most soothing voice, the one she used when she was talking to children in the peds ward.
James had calmed slightly, looking just mostly catatonic.
Jo reached her hand out again, "Just hand me the gun and it'll all be okay," she coaxed.
James almost as if in a trance lowered the gun, but instead of handing he pointed it to his own head.
"WAIT!"
Even before Jo could get close enough James pulled the trigger. Two gunshots echoed through the room.
Two.
A burning sensation took over Jo's body as she turned around to see a shocked officer yelling some words that she could not decipher before darkness flooded her senses and she fell to the ground.
Jo Wilson was a doctor, she knew death, she had imagined dying before, she'd just never imagine it would end up being like this.
What's this? An actual update? I know I'm just as shocked. But I got my Jolex muse back...I'm not going to promise anything for a next update but I promise it won't take as long as this one. Anyway I hoped you liked it! And thanks to everyone who left reviews-they mean a lot!