FIC: I try and read you... #1 (team, PG, 5:trigger)
Title: I try and read you in your shifting eyes #1/?
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #05 - trigger
Rating: PG
Warnings: violence (it's a hostage situation)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Greg is trying to talk down a druggie. Things don't go as planned.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money. The title is a line from a Beth Hart song.
Author's notes: exactly 500 (just to repeat that - because it was hard work and I was already at 580... I had to cut a lot of words, I hope it's still legible.)
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #1
It was a situation like any other.
Ed and Jules were up on the balcony, trying to get a solution for Greg if he required it. On the bottom of the little courtyard along the gallery, the rest of the team was slowly closing in. Wordy was at Greg's right, peeking around a pillar. Lewis was right next to Greg, ready to provide cover as soon as everyone was in position.
"Sam, Spike," Greg called his team in over the comm and tried not to look too suspiciously at the other end of the courtyard where he expected them.
"In position, boss," Sam said, his words quietly echoed by Spike a moment later.
Greg put a hand on Lewis' shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Okay, cut the water," he ordered quietly and waited for the manager inside to turn the water to the fountain off.
"Hey, Derek," Greg greeted the hostage taker then. He and Lewis advanced slowly. He raised his voice so the man could hear him. He was agitated, probably thinking about a thousand things that didn't include listening to the police officer in front of him. He was twitchy and Greg feared the worst. If drugs were in the game, the reactions were unpredictable. "I had the water shut off so we could talk more easily."
"I don't want to talk!" the man yelled, his spit landing in the hostage's hair. His agitation and anger made the woman yelp in panic.
"Then I just want you to listen," Greg tried. Over the comm link, his team called in. Ed and Jules both had a solution should the guy blow up, and Spike and Sam were in position, ready to make an arrest if Greg could talk him down.
"I know this is not an ideal situation," he started, and inched forward. Lewis immediately covered him again. The man's weapon worried Greg.
"No!" the man yelled. "Don't come any closer! I've got a gun!"
"I can see that," Greg said, but stopped his approach. "I don't have a weapon," he said and held his hands up.
"You're one of them. They all have weapons. They're going to shoot me!" The man rubbed his forehead into the woman's shoulder, making her squirm nervously. The guy had his finger on the trigger.
"No one has to die tonight," Greg tried again. "My men know you don't want to hurt that woman. They won't hurt you if you don-"
"No!" The man yelled, and Greg could see the sweat and the wide eyes that told him he had been right. The man definitely was high. The hostage's panicked crying aggravated the situation further. No one could blame her. "You're going to shoot me!" the man repeated, hoarse from yelling. His face twisted in rage and fear, and Greg knew what was going to happen. He was still surprised.
A shot rang out. And shortly after that, a second. Greg was shoved backwards when Lewis stumbled into him.
A situation like any other.
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end.
#2
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #05 - trigger
Rating: PG
Warnings: violence (it's a hostage situation)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Greg is trying to talk down a druggie. Things don't go as planned.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money. The title is a line from a Beth Hart song.
Author's notes: exactly 500 (just to repeat that - because it was hard work and I was already at 580... I had to cut a lot of words, I hope it's still legible.)
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #1
It was a situation like any other.
Ed and Jules were up on the balcony, trying to get a solution for Greg if he required it. On the bottom of the little courtyard along the gallery, the rest of the team was slowly closing in. Wordy was at Greg's right, peeking around a pillar. Lewis was right next to Greg, ready to provide cover as soon as everyone was in position.
"Sam, Spike," Greg called his team in over the comm and tried not to look too suspiciously at the other end of the courtyard where he expected them.
"In position, boss," Sam said, his words quietly echoed by Spike a moment later.
Greg put a hand on Lewis' shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Okay, cut the water," he ordered quietly and waited for the manager inside to turn the water to the fountain off.
"Hey, Derek," Greg greeted the hostage taker then. He and Lewis advanced slowly. He raised his voice so the man could hear him. He was agitated, probably thinking about a thousand things that didn't include listening to the police officer in front of him. He was twitchy and Greg feared the worst. If drugs were in the game, the reactions were unpredictable. "I had the water shut off so we could talk more easily."
"I don't want to talk!" the man yelled, his spit landing in the hostage's hair. His agitation and anger made the woman yelp in panic.
"Then I just want you to listen," Greg tried. Over the comm link, his team called in. Ed and Jules both had a solution should the guy blow up, and Spike and Sam were in position, ready to make an arrest if Greg could talk him down.
"I know this is not an ideal situation," he started, and inched forward. Lewis immediately covered him again. The man's weapon worried Greg.
"No!" the man yelled. "Don't come any closer! I've got a gun!"
"I can see that," Greg said, but stopped his approach. "I don't have a weapon," he said and held his hands up.
"You're one of them. They all have weapons. They're going to shoot me!" The man rubbed his forehead into the woman's shoulder, making her squirm nervously. The guy had his finger on the trigger.
"No one has to die tonight," Greg tried again. "My men know you don't want to hurt that woman. They won't hurt you if you don-"
"No!" The man yelled, and Greg could see the sweat and the wide eyes that told him he had been right. The man definitely was high. The hostage's panicked crying aggravated the situation further. No one could blame her. "You're going to shoot me!" the man repeated, hoarse from yelling. His face twisted in rage and fear, and Greg knew what was going to happen. He was still surprised.
A shot rang out. And shortly after that, a second. Greg was shoved backwards when Lewis stumbled into him.
A situation like any other.
+
end.
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