A/N I OWN NOTHING BUT THE VILLIAN! PLEASE R&R!
Ian heard the shot a millisecond before he felt something fly past the side of his head.
"IAN, YOU AND CHARLIE GET TO THE CARS NOW!" Don yelled while grabbing his gun and aiming it ahead of him. He didn't see anyone out of the ordinary.
Ian grabbed Charlie's waist and dragged him in the direction of the car. Charlie grunted at the pain of being jolted but quickly followed Ian. They had just made it to the car before another shot rang out. Ian quickly yanked the door open and shoved Charlie in the cab of the suburban. Jumping in immediately after he slammed the door shut and looked back at Charlie.
"Charlie, I need you to get on the floor of the car. As low as you can." He glanced back toward don and saw him shouting to his team. No more shots where fired so they were now trying to find where the shots came from. He looked back to Charlie and saw him where he had asked him to go. " What about you Ian? You need to be down here too. He wants you more than me." Charlie looked scared but he was trying to stay composed. Ian reached his hand low and caressed the side of Charlie's face. "I need to go and help your brother. The faster we get this son of a bitch the faster our lives will be safe again. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are safe." Charlie looked like he wanted to argue then seemed to change his mind. He covered Ian's hand with his own for a moment then let it drop. " Hurry and get back here to me!"
Ian let go of Charlie's face and stepped from the safety of the car. He jogged up to don, hearing him give orders to swat. "I want a full perimeter check of every building with a clear view from this spot. Megan, get me the security footage from the time Charlie pulled into the lot to now."
When everyone headed off to do their jobs he looked to Ian, "Charlie?"
"He's down in the floorboard of the car. God, he shot at us don! I taunted him! I told him he couldn't shoot for shit and he taunts me by shooting at us!"
Don's reply to that statement was cut off by the ringing of Ian's cell ringing. He grabbed it from the clip and looked at the screen, seeing the "unavailable" on it he growled and opened it.
'What?" he said shortly.
"Well now, wasn't that fun? do you feel energized!" Masterson said, laughter in his voice.
"Fun for you maybe. What did you accomplish by that?" You didn't hit anyone!" Ian said, not wanting to piss him off but couldn't help letting that statement slip.
Masterson laughed again, "oh, didn't I?" The line went dead before Ian could reply. Ian looked at don, "Are you hit? Did any of your team get hit?"
"No" don said. Did you, your the one he's...there's blood on your shirt" He walked up and moved Ian's shirt aside to look for injuries.
"No, its not mine. I didn't get hit" They looked at each other. "CHARLIE!" they yelled together then ran toward the car at the same time Charlie, stepped out. "don, I don't feel so good." he said, looking pale.
Ian reached Charlie at the same time as don. Don held Charlie as Ian looked him over. He pulled his over shirt off and had to bite his tongue to keep from gasping. There about half was from his shoulder to his elbow, was a bullet wound. By all luck it looked like it went clean through.
Ian looked at don and lightly nodded his head, not wanting to alarm Charlie. It seemed the shock has yet to wear off and he has yet to feel anything.
Dons face took on many expressions. Murderous, anguish, fear, before settling on one Ian could only be described as one of an older brother who was trying to shield his younger brother from the truth and pain of what happened.
"Oh buddy, your fine. Your going to be fine" he couldn't help the hitch in his voice. "Liar" Charlie said but didn't push. If don wanted to try to protect him, even by just not letting him freak out, he would let him.
Colby had walked up, as Ian had pulled Charlie's shirt off. When he saw the wound he had to fight the urge to get sick. You know being in the military and being an agent you will be shot at. Its part of the job. But gun shot wound and blood were not something you used in the same sentence as Charlie eppes. It just wasn't suppose to happen.
"don", he said once he was sure his stomach wasn't going to betray him, "ambulance will be here in three minutes"
Don nodded his head then looked to Charlie, noting the blood rolling down his fingers at an alarming speed. "Come on Charlie, lets get you in the car. You need to sit." Both men led the younger man to the front seat of the car and helped him gently sit.
Ian grabbed the hand of Charlie's good arm. "we're going to get you looked at soon, ok babe?" he couldn't miss the way Charlie's face got more white. Charlie was staring off at nothing, not acknowledging him at all.. He heard the sirens approaching and saw don go to wave them down. He moved himself to be directly in front of Charlie "I love you Charlie. I'm so sorry I brought you into this." Charlie looked at ian, finally letting his words sink in. "Say that again"
Knowing Charlie like he does he knew which bit he was talking about. "I love you Charlie" Ian allowed a small smile to lay on his lips.
Charlie closed his eyes briefly then looked back at Ian, I will never get tired of hearing that"
As the paramedics made their way to Charlie, he lightly kissed Charlie's fore head and sais softly "and I will never get tired of saying it!"
He let go of his grip on Charlie to let the paramedics get to him, though he stayed closed. as they were checking his blood pressure his phone went off again. Knowing who it was he looked to don. Without a word he moved to stand near his brother, neither man not wanting to let him out of their sights. Opening his phone, he all but spat out, "I'm going to kill you you son of a bitch!"
"Maybe you should think before you smart off agent. Now you know I can hit my mark! But like I said, its not the pretty professor that i'm truly after! I want your blood painting the pavement. And like I said, you will let me. You wont know when, you wont know how, but you will let me kill you." He cut the line and left Ian standing there, holding his phone to his ear.
Taking a shaky breath he put his phone up and looked at Charlie as he flinched in pain as the paramedic examined his arm. He was hurt because of him. He couldn't let Charlie pay his price demanded by a madman. He would find him and kill him. That promise he will keep. He started walking toward the ambulance, a plan formulating in his mind. He would get Charlie to safety, make sure he is never alone. Then he would begin his hunt for the psychopath that had dared to hurt him. As they loaded Charlie in the back, he climbed in next to don. His plan would work, even if it killed him. As long as Charlie was safe, it would be worth it.
The hardest part, he knew, would be getting don to go along with it.
A/N: Sorry it been a few days. Hard to type with one hand. I will try to get more of this story written and published as fast as I can! I hope you are enjoying it!