Partners by Spikedluv (Challenge #85: Partner)
Title: Partners
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby (very mildly implied)
Rating/Category: PG13/Slash (very mildly implied)
Word Count: 800 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: David & Colby take fire.
Notes/Warning: Can be read as Gen if you don’t constantly wear your slash goggles. *g*
Written: March 28, 2009
David and Colby were pinned down behind the Charger. Neither of them had their vests on because this had been a routine follow-up call on a witness, and they only had one extra clip apiece.
David pocketed the cell he’d used to call Don and request reinforcements. “Think anyone’s called the cops?”
“In this neighborhood?” Colby scoffed. “I’m sure no one’s heard a thing.”
They both flinched as another round of bullets pinged off the other side of the car.
“We need to get to the trunk,” Colby said.
Everything they needed right now was in the trunk -- their vests, the shotgun, extra clips; so close, and yet so far -- and one of them had to risk getting shot to get them. David fished out the keys from his pocket, ducking flying glass as a bullet whizzed over their heads and took out the passenger side mirror, and popped the trunk open.
Colby was situated closest to the back of the car, so he said, “Okay, cover me,” and duck-walked to the trunk. When David indicated that he was ready, Colby nodded, and they both moved. David rose up and fired off some rounds towards the window where the shots had come from, and Colby took advantage of David’s covering fire to lean into the trunk and gather up the equipment they needed.
A gunshot rang out from the window and Colby swore, hitting his head on the raised trunk as he jerked back, then dropped back down beside David.
David immediately saw the blood trickling down the side of Colby’s face, and his own blood froze. “Shit, you’re hit.”
“Ricochet, I think,” Colby said, reaching up to touch his face.
David knew that face wounds were bleeders, but the sight of the blood streaming down Colby’s face scared him and he leaned over to look at it more closely.
“Vest first,” Colby said, holding out one of the vests he’d grabbed from the trunk.
David knew Colby was right, so he slipped the vest over his head and fastened it, then helped Colby fasten his velcro straps.
Colby fumbled with the shotgun, trying to load it as David strapped the vest around him. “Shit, I can’t see.”
Blood trickled into Colby’s eye, and he had to keep brushing it away. Without a thought, David ripped off a piece of his (favorite) shirt and wiped the blood away, then pressed the scrap of material to the wound.
“Came awfully close to your eye,” he said unnecessarily, just as more gunshots rang out, pinging off metal, showering them with more glass, digging into the asphalt and sending shards ricocheting under the car.
“Okay,” David said, “now he’s really starting to piss me off.”
“Starting to?”
David traded off with Colby, taking the shotgun from him and pressing Colby’s fingers to the make-shift bandage. “Keep pressure on it.”
David reloaded Colby’s gun first, and handed it to him, then loaded another clip into his own gun, and only then did he pick up the shotgun.
“Okay, partner, get his attention for me.”
Colby rolled onto his knees and peered over the back of the car. He emptied his clip at the window, and then hunkered back down. They waited for the first return shot, and then David rose up and fired two blasts from the shotgun.
They heard a surprised yelp of pain as David squatted back down.
“I think I hit him.”
“‘Bout freaking time.”
David reloaded the shotgun. “We get out of this, you’re buying me a beer.”
“Why am I buying?”
“Because it was your idea to come out here and question this guy again.”
“And apparently that was an inspired idea.” The bleeding had slowed, and Colby was able to release the empty clip and load a new one without David’s help.
“Would’ve been a better idea with backup.”
Colby shook his head. “You are so hard to please. Fine, I’ll buy the beer, but I’m definitely kicking your ass at pool.”
“In what world have you ever kicked my ass at pool?”
“The one where I’m injured and you feel sorry for me so you let me win.”
David chuckled. “Oh, in that world.” He glanced up, as if he could see the window on the other side of the car. “You think it’s safe to go in?” He rose up and peered over the car and a shot rang out. He dropped back down beside Colby.
“Guess not,” Colby said helpfully.
Just then they heard the welcome sound of sirens as their backup drew near, and they shared a look of relief that beer and pool were in their future. After the arrest, stitches, debriefing and reports, but at least they’d made it.
Just another day in the life of an FBI agent and his . . . partner.
The End
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby (very mildly implied)
Rating/Category: PG13/Slash (very mildly implied)
Word Count: 800 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: David & Colby take fire.
Notes/Warning: Can be read as Gen if you don’t constantly wear your slash goggles. *g*
Written: March 28, 2009
David and Colby were pinned down behind the Charger. Neither of them had their vests on because this had been a routine follow-up call on a witness, and they only had one extra clip apiece.
David pocketed the cell he’d used to call Don and request reinforcements. “Think anyone’s called the cops?”
“In this neighborhood?” Colby scoffed. “I’m sure no one’s heard a thing.”
They both flinched as another round of bullets pinged off the other side of the car.
“We need to get to the trunk,” Colby said.
Everything they needed right now was in the trunk -- their vests, the shotgun, extra clips; so close, and yet so far -- and one of them had to risk getting shot to get them. David fished out the keys from his pocket, ducking flying glass as a bullet whizzed over their heads and took out the passenger side mirror, and popped the trunk open.
Colby was situated closest to the back of the car, so he said, “Okay, cover me,” and duck-walked to the trunk. When David indicated that he was ready, Colby nodded, and they both moved. David rose up and fired off some rounds towards the window where the shots had come from, and Colby took advantage of David’s covering fire to lean into the trunk and gather up the equipment they needed.
A gunshot rang out from the window and Colby swore, hitting his head on the raised trunk as he jerked back, then dropped back down beside David.
David immediately saw the blood trickling down the side of Colby’s face, and his own blood froze. “Shit, you’re hit.”
“Ricochet, I think,” Colby said, reaching up to touch his face.
David knew that face wounds were bleeders, but the sight of the blood streaming down Colby’s face scared him and he leaned over to look at it more closely.
“Vest first,” Colby said, holding out one of the vests he’d grabbed from the trunk.
David knew Colby was right, so he slipped the vest over his head and fastened it, then helped Colby fasten his velcro straps.
Colby fumbled with the shotgun, trying to load it as David strapped the vest around him. “Shit, I can’t see.”
Blood trickled into Colby’s eye, and he had to keep brushing it away. Without a thought, David ripped off a piece of his (favorite) shirt and wiped the blood away, then pressed the scrap of material to the wound.
“Came awfully close to your eye,” he said unnecessarily, just as more gunshots rang out, pinging off metal, showering them with more glass, digging into the asphalt and sending shards ricocheting under the car.
“Okay,” David said, “now he’s really starting to piss me off.”
“Starting to?”
David traded off with Colby, taking the shotgun from him and pressing Colby’s fingers to the make-shift bandage. “Keep pressure on it.”
David reloaded Colby’s gun first, and handed it to him, then loaded another clip into his own gun, and only then did he pick up the shotgun.
“Okay, partner, get his attention for me.”
Colby rolled onto his knees and peered over the back of the car. He emptied his clip at the window, and then hunkered back down. They waited for the first return shot, and then David rose up and fired two blasts from the shotgun.
They heard a surprised yelp of pain as David squatted back down.
“I think I hit him.”
“‘Bout freaking time.”
David reloaded the shotgun. “We get out of this, you’re buying me a beer.”
“Why am I buying?”
“Because it was your idea to come out here and question this guy again.”
“And apparently that was an inspired idea.” The bleeding had slowed, and Colby was able to release the empty clip and load a new one without David’s help.
“Would’ve been a better idea with backup.”
Colby shook his head. “You are so hard to please. Fine, I’ll buy the beer, but I’m definitely kicking your ass at pool.”
“In what world have you ever kicked my ass at pool?”
“The one where I’m injured and you feel sorry for me so you let me win.”
David chuckled. “Oh, in that world.” He glanced up, as if he could see the window on the other side of the car. “You think it’s safe to go in?” He rose up and peered over the car and a shot rang out. He dropped back down beside Colby.
“Guess not,” Colby said helpfully.
Just then they heard the welcome sound of sirens as their backup drew near, and they shared a look of relief that beer and pool were in their future. After the arrest, stitches, debriefing and reports, but at least they’d made it.
Just another day in the life of an FBI agent and his . . . partner.
The End