Chapter 65:

"Move, bitch," he was pointing another gun to her head and dragging her across the street, to a warehouse that was right next to the one being searched by her squad.

"What are you doing?" she asked, terrified.

"Shut up," he said as they passed the gate and headed on the path to the entrance. He kicked the door open and pushed her inside the dimly-lit warehouse. "Move over here," he pointed his gun to some steel shelves that were standing against the wall to her right. "Now!" he yelled when she didn't move and sent his hand with the gun to her face. The blow was so hard it made her fall to the floor. He watched her as she crawled on her knees slowly to the shelves and sat with her back to them. The side of her head was throbbing, and with a slight touch of her fingers she felt blood.

When she looked around the fairly small warehouse, she saw that there were steel shelves on all the walls. There were guns and rifles on them and some sealed packages which Sharon was sure contained drugs. On the floor all over the room stood many cardboard boxes with more of the same stuff in them.

"Suarez, right?" she broke the silence, looking up to see his face, but he didn't answer. "Where's your friend, Garcia?"

He smiled for a moment before talking. "He has a surprise for your friends in the other warehouse. Luckily, we heard about an hour ago that you were coming, so we had a little time to prepare something for you."

"What's in there?" she made an effort to control her voice and prevent it from sounding shaky.

"Girls, lots of them. We would have moved them, but as I mentioned, we only had a one-hour-notice."

"And this is all yours too?" she motioned the room in general.

"Of course, and if everything goes as planned, it will remain ours."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"We're gonna use you as our ticket out of here. And no more questions."

Sharon knew that if he manages to take her with them when they escape, she won't live to see another day. She looked up again and saw that he was checking something on the shelf. His own gun was resting on it right next to him, and her gun was in his hand.

Without thinking twice she jumped and put her weight on him, causing him to fall on his back and send the gun sliding on the floor across the room. She got up quickly and ran towards the gun but Suarez did the same and they both jumped on it together, falling to the floor. Sharon was the first to put her hands on it, but Suarez turned her on her back and tried to get it out of her grip as he got on his feet. She held the gun as tight as she could, knowing that her life depended on it. Suarez pulled the gun aggressively but since she wouldn't let go, he lifted her on her feet in his attempt to take it from her.

Once again relying on her instincts, Sharon sent her foot to his crutch and kicked as hard as she could. Suarez flinched in pain and let go of her hands. Sharon took advantage of that second of freedom and made a run for it. She heard Suarez behind her but didn't want to look back and slow herself down. When she opened the door, the bright daylight hit her face and she kept on running towards the gate, blessing the moment she had decided to change from heels to snickers.

A few yards from the gate she felt something big under her foot and the next thing she saw was the ground after she fell flat on her stomach. She tried to get up but heard Suarez right behind her.

"Stay down. You're dead," he said. Sharon looked at him and saw that he was pointing his gun at her. She knew he'd kill her for sure if he tried to shoot, being so close to her. He started walking towards her and she pointed her gun at him in a matter of seconds. Her finger, as if acting on its own, pulled the trigger twice, and two bullets pierced his chest before she realized what she was doing. He looked at her with a shocked expression on his face just before he collapsed, as if he couldn't believe she had managed to hit him right in the heart from the position she was in – lying on the ground.

"Shots fired!" she heard someone calling from the street and seconds later, a few people ran through the gate while she heard ambulances in the distance.

"Captain!" Flynn ran towards her, followed by Tao, and they bent down to check if she was okay. "Are you hurt?!" he took the gun from her hands carefully.

"No, I'm fine, I think," she muttered in confusion.

"Your head is bleeding. Can you stand?" Tao asked and she nodded. They helped her up gently and she saw Sanchez checking the body, that a few seconds ago was alive and almost killed her.

"Is he… dead?" she asked anxiously.

Sanchez looked at her and nodded. "I'm afraid so, Captain."

"Come on, a paramedic should take a look at you," Flynn supported her back with his hand and started walking to the gate.

"This is bad," she said when they were out of earshot.

"What do you mean? He was about to shoot you, right?" he asked as he held the gate for her and she walked through it.

"Yes, but I'm going to get suspended for a few days until they finish investigating."

"Well, then, me too."

"What?" she froze on the pavement. There were two ambulances a few steps away from them and she felt like she needed to sit down, but Flynn's words surprised her.