FIC: I try and read you... #2 (team, PG, 2:trust)
Title: I try and read you in your shifting eyes #2/?
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #02 - trust
Rating: PG
Warnings: violence (someone gets shot)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Greg had tried to talk down a druggie. Things didn'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.
Previous part: #1
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #2
"You're going to shoot me!" the man yelled again, hoarsely. His panic was magnified by the drugs and the hysterical hostage at his side.
Greg wanted to say something to calm him down, something like 'no one's going to shoot you, buddy', but before he could get the words out, the hostage taker looked straight at the gun Lewis was pointing at him.
His face showed what he was going to do, moments before it happened. Greg saw it, the twisted features, the anger and the fear and the panic. It was too late to draw his weapon, but he didn't have to. He trusted his team. And that had to be enough.
He would have to take comfort in the fact that the gun, when the man had cracked up, hadn't been pointing at the hostage.
He was still surprised, when he actually heard the shot. It sounded weird. A split-second later, a second shot rang out - heavier, more weight behind it - the sound more like what Greg had expected.
He was pushed backwards when Lewis stumbled into him.
There was yelling then. Over the comm link, Ed and Jules called in, frantic. Greg had trouble distinguishing the words from each other. But only Wordy crashing down to his knees next to Greg shook him out of his daze.
"Lou," he said and tried to sit up. Lewis' weight was pinning him down, but a moment later, Wordy had pulled him off and against him. He kneeled there with Lewis leaning against his chest, their guns lying on the ground, useless now. Greg caught Lewis' panicked stare, before he suddenly coughed harshly and dragged in a rattling breath.
Sam came running and helped Greg sit up. "I'm good," he said, but let Sam pad him down.
"Lou?" Wordy asked, his hand relentlessly rubbing Lewis' arm.
Spike came over then, the gun in his hand. "That's some caliber. Lou, you alright?"
Lewis nodded, unable to talk.
"Eastern European make. Those 9mms are heavy," Sam said and looked the gun over.
"Some slug," Wordy said and helped Lewis take the vest off. "You're going to feel that for a while."
Lewis winced with every movement.
"You really okay?" Greg asked and took the vest, examining it. "Shit," he said when he saw.
Lewis coughed. "Now I know…" he broke off and rubbed his chest. "Sandbag," he continued and looked at Wordy.
Wordy laughed. "What the sandbag feels like when we go at it with the battering ram?"
Lewis nodded, panting.
"Not when you're doing it," Wordy replied.
"Ha ha." Lewis said and winced again.
Wordy pulled him against his chest, letting him lean a while longer. "It's okay," he said.
Ed and Jules arrived then, running and breathing hard. Ed immediately crouched down and put a hand on Lewis' head, asking him to look him in the eyes.
Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. "You'll be alright," Ed said, smiling.
And that told Greg everything he wanted to know.
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end #2
part #3
Author: iniq
Characters: the whole team
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: #02 - trust
Rating: PG
Warnings: violence (someone gets shot)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Greg had tried to talk down a druggie. Things didn'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.
Previous part: #1
I try and read you in your shifting eyes #2
"You're going to shoot me!" the man yelled again, hoarsely. His panic was magnified by the drugs and the hysterical hostage at his side.
Greg wanted to say something to calm him down, something like 'no one's going to shoot you, buddy', but before he could get the words out, the hostage taker looked straight at the gun Lewis was pointing at him.
His face showed what he was going to do, moments before it happened. Greg saw it, the twisted features, the anger and the fear and the panic. It was too late to draw his weapon, but he didn't have to. He trusted his team. And that had to be enough.
He would have to take comfort in the fact that the gun, when the man had cracked up, hadn't been pointing at the hostage.
He was still surprised, when he actually heard the shot. It sounded weird. A split-second later, a second shot rang out - heavier, more weight behind it - the sound more like what Greg had expected.
He was pushed backwards when Lewis stumbled into him.
There was yelling then. Over the comm link, Ed and Jules called in, frantic. Greg had trouble distinguishing the words from each other. But only Wordy crashing down to his knees next to Greg shook him out of his daze.
"Lou," he said and tried to sit up. Lewis' weight was pinning him down, but a moment later, Wordy had pulled him off and against him. He kneeled there with Lewis leaning against his chest, their guns lying on the ground, useless now. Greg caught Lewis' panicked stare, before he suddenly coughed harshly and dragged in a rattling breath.
Sam came running and helped Greg sit up. "I'm good," he said, but let Sam pad him down.
"Lou?" Wordy asked, his hand relentlessly rubbing Lewis' arm.
Spike came over then, the gun in his hand. "That's some caliber. Lou, you alright?"
Lewis nodded, unable to talk.
"Eastern European make. Those 9mms are heavy," Sam said and looked the gun over.
"Some slug," Wordy said and helped Lewis take the vest off. "You're going to feel that for a while."
Lewis winced with every movement.
"You really okay?" Greg asked and took the vest, examining it. "Shit," he said when he saw.
Lewis coughed. "Now I know…" he broke off and rubbed his chest. "Sandbag," he continued and looked at Wordy.
Wordy laughed. "What the sandbag feels like when we go at it with the battering ram?"
Lewis nodded, panting.
"Not when you're doing it," Wordy replied.
"Ha ha." Lewis said and winced again.
Wordy pulled him against his chest, letting him lean a while longer. "It's okay," he said.
Ed and Jules arrived then, running and breathing hard. Ed immediately crouched down and put a hand on Lewis' head, asking him to look him in the eyes.
Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. "You'll be alright," Ed said, smiling.
And that told Greg everything he wanted to know.
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end #2
part #3