CI drabble challenge, "storm"
She looks at him, absolute trust in her eyes. She nods almost imperceptibly, the barrel of the gun heavy against her cheekbone. The perp, distracted by her partner, doesn’t notice.
Heartbeat.
Welcome to the eye of the storm.
Heartbeat.
Eames flicks her fingers, then twists down and to the side. She lands heavily on her forearm.
A single shot rings out, impossibly loud.
The man drops to the ground. Back-up swarms in, but Alex doesn’t have time to notice any of this before she’s enveloped by Bobby’s large, warm hands, holding her tight, safe, as the storm rages on around them.