Undercover

Chapter 21

*This is a double update. Make sure to read Chapter 20 first.*

(Song: Lift Me Up – Rihanna)

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When I was a little girl, I was afraid of the monsters under my bed. I never told my father to scare them away. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't have to face them when I grew older.

"Niall. Niall." I called looking at him through the rear mirror. He mumbled something.
"Fuck. He's loosing too much blood. We won't reach on time." I said driving faster. We were still in middle of nowhere.
"Shit. Shit."
I shook my head and stopped the car.

"Mia, I know you hate him but you have to help me." I said unbuckling my seatbelt.
"Help you?"
"I'm going to take the bullet out of his leg." I said.
I remember when I was nineteen, my dad had gotten shot while being on a mission. He was loosing so much blood and couldn't get to the hospital on time. My mom being a nurse performed a surgery and took the bullet out. It's not the preferred method, but in case of emergency like now, it was the only option.

I knew there was a small chance that I should go with my plan B so I put the emergency surgery kit in the trunk. It was small and didn't include all the items but it'll do for now.

I opened the door from the other side. Performing a surgery in a car was challenging but thankfully his car had plenty of space.

"Niall I'm going to take the bullet out. I can't give you anaesthesia and this is going to hurt like hell. You have to be strong. Okay?" I said holding his hand. He squeezed my hand weakly. I nodded and opened the kit.

I took out the small torch and placed it in my mouth so I could still use my two hands. I tore my other sleeve and out and placed it in Niall's mouth. I ripped the part he got shot so I could access his skin. Next I took out the betadine and poured it on his wound. He groaned loudly and bit on to my sleeve. I took out the scalpel.

"Mia come beside me."
She did as I said. Poor kid was going to get some PTSD.

"I need you to hold his leg tightly. Like extremely tightly. He cannot move at all."
She nodded rapidly and held on to his leg. I faced Niall and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and started cutting his wound. He groaned and tried to thrash around but Mia's grip was stronger. He suddenly went completely still. I heard Mia gulping in fear.

"Don't worry, he's unconscious." I said.

I took out the forceps. I tried to steady my hands and approached the bullet slowly. I picked it using the tool and took it out slowly throwing it in the basin next to me. I sighed in relief. I cleaned the wound a little and stitched him up.

After the surgery, I left Mia in middle of town and drove Niall home. The doctor checked him up and said everything was fine and he would wake up soon. He needs to be at bedrest for two weeks minimum. Knowing Niall he would get up the next day. That's why his grandfather told me to make sure he doesn't do that.

I told everyone that someone followed Niall and shot him before he could get rid of Mia. And then Niall dialed my number. He couldn't speak much so I knew he was in danger. I tracked his location and found him there. He explained to me what happened. Once I noticed he's loosing too much blood, I removed the bullet myself. Thankfully they believed me. Hopefully Niall will go with my story too.

Everyone was worried about him. But I couldn't help but notice that Elijah had this satisfied smile on his face and that worried me a bit. He had something on his mind. Something dangerous. Hopefully I was wrong.

Niall was still unconscious. I was laying beside him watching him. He looked so peaceful. Though he was anything but peaceful. I had worked on many cases. I've even been an undercover on another case for a short period of time. No case was like this. No case played with my soul. No case touched my heart. No case caused a battle between my mind and heart.

When I'm with Niall everything was different. I could just let him die there. He was a criminal after all. He was pointing a gun toward a child. And then I shot him. He looked so fragile.

His eyes. Every time I look at his eyes something happens to me which is unexplainable. Whenever he touches me my body ignites. And when he places his lips on mine everything else disappears. If only he was not a criminal. Or if I ... no.

If you were not a detective.
If you were a criminal.
If you were bad just like him.

I closed my eyes feeling a lump in my throat. I couldn't stop these stupid thoughts crossing by and every time they did, I felt disgusted. I became a detective with a purpose. The purpose to keep everyone safe and put the bad guys behind the bars. I faced Niall again. How can I put him behind the bars?

"Are you done staring at me?" His voice was calm and weak and yet it startled me a bit.
"Fuck." I said moving my eyes away. He was not going to let this go. He would remember me till my death.

I looked at him again. His eyes were still closed but he had a playful smile on his face. I couldn't help but to smile a little myself.

"You're awake." I said moving closer and held his face. He turned his face to the side a little and looked at me.
"I'm awake." He said smiling gently.

He then brushed his finger on my face below my eye and wiped away my tearstain. I smiled a little more.
This is not good. What I'm feeling now is not good.

You're falling for him...

"How's your leg?" I asked quietly.
"Good." He responded.
"You're lying." I said.
He let out a breathy laugh and nodded a little.
"I had to do it. I didn't want to, but-"
"Shhh." He said and shifted closer a little placing his forehead on mine.
I closed my eyes. Why was I feeling guilty?

You're falling for him...

I felt his breath fanning my face. His finger brushed my arm. He then locked our fingers together.
"I'm gonna be fine." He whispered.
"Promise?" I whisper-asked.
"Promise." He whispered back.

I'm falling for him...

I heard him sighing and shifting a little again.
"Open you eyes." He said quietly.
I swallowed hard and shook my head.
"I want to look at your eyes." He said.
I slowly opened my eyes.
"You betrayed me Daphne."

Click.

A gun was being pressed on my chest, an inch beside my heart.

Deceived...

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