Hmmm... it would be great to see where Sara wants to go. Do you have any ideas? Anyone want to suggest anything?
Well, here's the suggestion by Sandles21! Enjoy!
"It’s all clear guys!"
Brass ushered Sara and Greg into the old, rickety house. They were called in to inspect a possible DB. It was past midnight, and they walked slowly, around the dusty living room, as to not disturb anything.
"I think I found something!"
Greg shined his light on door in the hall.
Sara walked over to inspect, "Hmm... looks like some blood on the handle." She took out a swab.
"Yup. Positive for blood. Let’s see what’s behind the door."
Sara reached out with her gloved hand and tried to turn the door knob.
"It’s locked."
"We should get Brass." Greg was getting worried, and he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I think I saw a key back in the living room."
"Sara..."
It was no use. She was determined to check what was behind the door, and he couldn’t change her mind. She was so stubborn sometimes. That didn’t stop him from trying.
"Sara. If this door was locked, then Brass didn’t clear whatever is behind it. We gotta get a uniform to check it out."
"It’s probably a closet, Greg." Sara put the key in, and turned the knob. The door creaked open. And Greg almost jumped. Sara smiled at him, reassuring him.
"Don’t worry." Even as she said those words, he saw her reach for her gun, and he made note to stay close to her, partly because he wasn’t armed, and partly to shine his flashlight in.
He frowned. "It’s not a closet."
She stepped inside the dark bedroom. A guest room she decided. With her gun drawn, she walked in looking where Greg’s light fell.
"Shine it over here!" she pointed her gun towards the bed. "I think I see something."
Leaning down, she raised the bed slip and grimaced at what she discovered.
A body, face down, in a small pool of blood. She looked at Greg and motioned for him to come look.
"I guess we should get Brass now," Greg said quietly.
"I’ll get him."
Sara stepped outside for a minute and radioed for Brass. She only took a few steps to survey the hall for any other hint of evidence, when she heard a gunshot.
"Greg!"
Guilt was a very painful thing.
She was currently waiting at the hospital. She was angry at herself and angry at the shooter.
Damnit. Why didn’t she listen to him when she had the chance?
She was lucky Brass was nearby, and they were able to catch the perp before he ran off. She didn’t even bother to chase him. She just stood by Greg’s side, until the EMTs loaded him into the ambulance.
"Miss, Sidle?" a nurse came out and called her name.
"Yes?" She practically ran up to the nurse.
"Mr. Sanders will be just fine. He was wounded in his upper left arm. He'll be released shortly."
"Thank you," Sara managed to choke out.
The nurse walked off, but Sara was still thinking about Greg. He was lucky. She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to him. Especially because of her...
"Sara?" his voice broke her out her thoughts.
She looked up to see him wearing a cast. She was confused. I guess this was the nurse’s idea of being just fine. It didn’t matter, she was just glad to see him.
"You’re okay," she smiled and reached out to give him a tentative hug. He winced a little and she quickly let go. He smiled at her concern.
"Yeah. Didn’t the nurse tell you?"
"I wanted to see for myself. Greg, I’m sorry," she looked at him with a remorseful expression and he could tell she was racked with guilt.
"It’s alright, Sara. It wasn’t you’re fault. You’re not the one who shot me," he tried to cheer her up but she just frowned.
"Greg, I was... ummm... I didn’t want you to go... without knowing..." she gave up, deciding to talk about it later, "I’ll take you home."
She offered her arm to him. He was a little surprised.
"You don’t have to-"
"I want to."
She led him to the car and Greg knew that she was determined to help him. This time he was happy to let her. She was so persistent sometimes.
As they climbed into the car, Sara looked at him, then looked at his arm. He caught her looking, but shrugged it off.
"So... want to be the first to sign my cast?" Greg gave her his trademarked quirky grin and she had to laugh.
"Sure, Greggo. Whatever you want." She grinned right back at him.
Alright! I cranked this out quick! I'm in the zone... I think. :lol: Any criticism or suggestions would be welcomed. If you liked this, feel free to tell your friends and don't hesitate to post you're own short stories! ^_^