fandomweekly | [#009] Miss And Hit (FAKE)

Theme Prompt: #009 – Missed The Mark
Title: Miss And Hit
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG / Blood and injury, nothing terribly graphic.
Bonus: No.
Word Count: 958
Summary: Dee had a clear shot, no way he should have missed, and yet…

“Police! Drop the gun and put your hands on your head!” Dee snapped out as halfway down the alley, their suspect burst out of the building’s rear exit.

Times like these, a cop could never be sure what would happen next; either the command would be obeyed or the idiot with the gun would decide to chance it. This time it was the latter; whipping around, the man started to bring his gun up. Dee didn’t hesitate, firing first, but…

It all happened so fast; his bullet just missed, zipping past close to the target’s right side as he shifted into a firing stance and before Dee could pull the trigger a second time he was hit, left shoulder. Even if he’d been wearing his vest it wouldn’t have done him any good. Gun falling from suddenly numb fingers, Dee slammed into the wall behind him feeling like he’d been kicked by a mule. The suspect was already off and running, darting down the alley and out of sight. Dee slid slowly down the wall, landing in a heap at its base, his shoulder a blaze of agony that radiated throughout his upper body.

“Crap,” he muttered through gritted teeth, fumbling for his radio with his right hand. It felt clumsy and awkward, unnatural, and he found himself vaguely wishing he were ambidextrous. Why couldn’t the bastard have shot him in the right shoulder? “Cause he wanted to disarm ya, dummy.” Great, now he was talking to himself, answering his own questions.

“Dee!”

That was Ryo’s voice, and the sound of running footsteps coming closer. Looked like he wouldn’t have to call in for help himself; Ryo must have heard the gunshots from inside the building. They’d split up, Ryo going in while Dee covered the back door. It should’ve been straightforward; they’d done it dozens of times before. Maybe Dee should’ve gone inside and left Ryo out here. Ryo wouldn’t have missed. Now their suspect was in the wind and… God, Dee really hoped he’d taken off and wasn’t waiting around to take pot-shots at Ryo.

Before he’d even finished that thought, Ryo was skidding to a halt beside him, dropping to his knees, radio out.

“He got away,” Dee croaked out. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about that now,” Ryo murmured, voice tense and worried. “How bad is it?”

“Bad enough. Looked like the bastard was packin’ a Browning Hi Power 9mil.” Dee wasn’t sure if he’d spoken aloud or not. Maybe it didn’t matter; Ryo was already speaking into his radio.

“Officer down! I repeat, officer down! I need an ambulance!” He identified himself, relayed their location.

Dee’s hearing seemed to be fading in and out, and for some reason he couldn’t see, which was odd. He’d been hit in the shoulder, not the head.

“Hey, you still with me? Dee! Open you eyes, dammit!”

Oh. That must be why he couldn’t see. With a supreme effort he forced his eyes open. “Hey, babe.” Pain was roaring through his body; he wished he would just go numb already. Maybe if he passed out…

His eyes started to close again but Ryo wasn’t having that. “Dee! You have to stay awake!” The pain abruptly doubled.

“Jesus, Ryo, what the fuck…”

“Gotta stop the bleeding; sorry.” Ryo was pressing something against the wound in Dee’s shoulder, but to Dee it felt more like his partner was trying to shove his first into the bullet hole. Stay awake be damned; he blacked out.

Next thing he was aware of he could hear sirens, and then Ryo was moving out of the way to let the paramedics do their job, but he was back again as the stretcher was lifted into the ambulance, scrambling in behind it.

The questions started as soon as the ambulance was on the move, sirens wailing loud enough to wake the dead.

“Tell me what happened.” Despite his obvious worry, Ryo was all business now.

“Suspect came out the back door, I told him to drop the gun; he didn’t.” Dee ground the words out, voice tight with pain.

“I heard two shots.”

“I fired first. Missed.” That was hard to admit. “I don’t get it, he wasn’t much more than thirty feet away, good visibility… Thought I had him! I know I’m not the best marksman on the squad, but that was an easy shot, no way I should’a missed.” In a way, bruised pride hurt worse than the bullet in his shoulder, and it would go on hurting a whole lot longer, even after the physical injury healed. “You wouldn’t have.”

“You don’t know that; I might have.”

Dee snorted. “Stop tryin’ to make me feel better. Never seen you miss, not once.” He subsided, gritting his teeth as the ambulance hit a pothole. “Never gonna live this down,” he muttered. “Damn, it hurts!” Wasn’t the first time he’d been shot, might not be the last, but taking a 9mil bullet to the shoulder was not Dee’s idea of a fun time. Then again, last time he’d been hit in the butt, which was a whole other level of indignity. “Never gettin’ shot again.” Please God make it so.

There’d be surgery, and physio, and goddamned desk duty, which was sheer torture to someone who avoided paperwork as much as possible. Worse, the suspect was still on the loose, might well have gone to ground by now, all because he’d done the unthinkable and missed a clear shot. Soon as he was healed enough, he was gonna be down on the firing range practising until he was damned sure he could hit whatever he aimed at, end of story. Never let it be said that Dee Laytner didn’t learn from his misakes!

The End

[#009] Miss And Hit (FAKE)

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