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I was rewatching the Pilot episode when I decided I'd attempt to write this scene up, let me know if you think I did it justice!
-Scottie.
"You two just don't want to watch another Disney movie, am I right?" Riley sighed as the two male agents before her attempted their best puppy dog faces.
"We've seen every Disney movie and chick flick the girls have been to see in the past year and a half," David, one of the agents complained. "If I get one more song stuck in my head for weeks, I'm going to kill someone." Riley rolled her eyes.
"Come on, guys. You know it's been a long week for me." The second agent, Smith shrugged.
"Consider it bonding with the girls," he said, a smug grin on his face. "Besides, the First Lady already approved it." Riley sighed.
"Fine," she muttered. "But you two owe me. Big time." Grins broke out on the faces of the two agents.
"Whatever you want, Neal," Smith called as they hurried away, not wanting to give Riley any chance to change her mind.
"Come on Natasha," Riley called from outside the door of Sasha's room. "We'll be late if you don't get a move on."
"Riley," the girl responded, "I keep telling you to call me Sasha!" Riley heard footsteps approaching the door.
"I'm so glad you're coming with us, Riley," Malia said as they followed her down the hall to the waiting car. "David and Smith are boring, and they never even watch the movies!" Riley smiled.
"I didn't really have much choice in the matter," she replied as she climbed into the car, checking with a quick glance that the girls had put their seatbelts on. "But as long as you two get home safe, then that's all that matters."
Riley had followed the two girls as they bought their tickets (a quick glimpse of Riley's badge and she was through, no questions asked) and wandered through to the theatre. Malia turned toward the bathroom and Sasha followed immediately. Glancing around the lobby mentally tagging any potential threats, Riley followed the girls.
"Sasha, Malia, get back," Riley called as a masked man barged into the restrooms, his eyes narrowing as Riley moved between the man and the two young girls.
"Sir, I need you to leave." Riley said firmly. "Now." The man continued approaching, and so Riley stepped forward and with a few quick hits, the man dropped to the ground, unmoving. Just as she looked up, another man pushed through the door. "Oh come on," Riley groaned as the guy pulled a knife from his pocket. She carefully approached him, dodging a few thrusts of the knife, a few more grazing her side before she landed a blow across his chest, forcing him back a few feet.
The man snarled and lunged at Riley, and she didn't manage to get out of the way in time. The knife sunk into her thigh, and Riley grunted as she dropped to the ground, somehow managing to pull the man with her. Using her good leg, she connected her knee with his head until he too fell to the ground, unmoving, and she pulled the blade from her thigh. She threw it to the ground and groaned again, clambering to her feet, well aware of the warm blood now flowing freely from her leg.
"Come on girls, we have to get out of here." She held her hand out and Sasha took it, Malia clutching her sisters' other hand. Riley had just pulled the door open when another two men approached. Riley moved quickly, dropping Sasha's hand and she caught the approaching fist of the first man, moving out of the way of his low kick at the same time. Using his momentum against him, she threw him to the ground, noting the fourth man was trying to circle around behind her. He lunged before Riley could stop him, and he picked the knife up from the ground, and then in one movement spun back towards Riley, plunging the blade into her shoulder. Riley cried out, her arm hanging uselessly at her side.
Sensing movement to her other side, Riley ducked under a fist, but was losing too much blood to avoid the body that came flying after it. The momentum threw her into the wall and she felt the knife press harder into her shoulder before dropping out, clattering loudly to the ground. She clambered back to her feet, knowing that if she stayed down, the fight was over. Taking a pained deep breath, Riley quickly dispatched a series of kicks and fists to the body and head of the man in front of her, who soon succumbed to the barrage. He dropped to the ground, pinning the fourth man to the ground.
Allowing herself a moment to take another deep breath, Riley pressed a finger to her ear, calling for a car to get them out of there. She called out to the girls.
"Malia, Sasha, quick, get to the car."
"Riley, you're bleeding!" Riley shook off Malia's hand.
"I'm fine," Riley replied, clutching her thigh in a vain attempt to lessen the bleeding. "We gotta get you home." The two girls glanced at each other, terrified expressions briefly crossing their faces. "It's going to be fine," Riley said, turning to face them. "But we've got to move now." The girls nodded and the three of them hurried, as best the could with Riley bleeding everywhere, to the car that was waiting by the entrance. They piled in, and the driver turned around, concern evident on his face.
"Are you alright Agent Neal?" Riley waved a hand.
"I'm fine," she groaned. "Just drive."
Ten minutes and several impromptu bandages later, the driver pulled up at the main entrance to the White House. Sasha and Malia hurried out, pulling the front doors open. Riley followed, a dizziness falling over her as she stood. Shaking it away, Riley limped to the door and stepped inside.
"Someone help," Malia yelled as they ran inside. "Please!" Riley leant heavily against the door frame when she heard a burst of static through her ear piece.
"Agent Neal, is everything OK?" Riley had no energy left to respond. "Agent Neal? I heard yelling downstairs, is everything alright?"
"Not really," Riley mumbled her vision blurring and her grip on the door slipping. "But the girls are safe." She glanced down at her thigh and at the blood still seeping through the bandages before she finally dropped to the ground, and stayed down.
"Malia? Malia, what happened to Riley?" Agent Smith sprinted down the stairs and found the two daughters of the President screaming for help, and Riley crumpled in a heap at the door.
"There were four men," Malia choked out. "They had a knife, and they were trying to get to us. Riley stopped them, but she's been hurt real bad." Smith turned to Riley and immediately spotted the stained bandages around her upper leg and the blooming patch of blood staining her once crisp white shirt.
"David, call an ambulance," Smith called into his mic. "And make it real quick." Moments later, Agent David came running down the stairs and across to Smith.
"Ambo is on it's way," he puffed. Smith nodded.
"Help me put pressure on these," he gestured to the two growing patches of blood. "She's losing a lot of blood," he muttered, keeping his voice quiet enough that the two girls couldn't hear. "It's going to be close."
Riley woke to a searing pain in her thigh and a dull ache in her shoulder. Groaning as she cracked an eyelid open, the bright light disoriented her for a moment.
"Riley?" She groaned. "Riley, it's Smith." Groaning again Riley opened her eyes completely.
"Where am I?" She mumbled.
"Hospital," Smith replied, leaning forward in his chair. "Do you remember what happened?" Riley closed her eyes for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah," she sighed. "I remember."
"You lost a lot of blood, Riley." She nodded. That would explain the tiredness then. "Doctors thought you weren't going to make it." Riley grinned.
"Good to see you've got some faith in me." Riley stretched a bit, careful not to move her sore shoulder. "Are the girls alright?" Smith nodded.
"They were a bit scared at first, but they settled down pretty soon when you got out of surgery." Riley nodded and adjusted the sling around her shoulder.
"So, when do I get back to work?"
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