(A 911 Buddie fanfic) Every Breath You Take (I'll be watching you...)

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

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Anger pulsed through Bobby, his jaw tightening as his eyes searched the empty corridor. His instincts drove him forward as he shoved his own phone unceremoniously into his pocket and clung tightly to Buck's phone like it was a lifeline. He could hear Athena calling for him, but he continued on regardless. She caught up with him by the time he had reached the back door of the club.

"Bobby," she tried, her radio in one hand as her other hung loosely by her side, no doubt ready to go for her gun if needed. "Slow down and take a breath."

But Bobby shook his head and eyed the door, attempting to push it open only to find it firmly stuck. "He has Buck."

Who 'he' was, Bobby wasn't entirely sure, but he was beginning to have his suspicions.

He pushed against the door again, then positioned himself in order to get more power, shoving hard with his shoulder until the door finally opened enough for him to squeeze out and into the alley. He only had a chance to spare a quick glare at the dumpster that had been pushed up against the door before the sound of the fire alarm started blaring from inside the club.

He tilted his head in questioning at Athena and she narrowed her eyes before they both raced back inside to see the chaos caused by the alarm. But there was no fire, or at least no signs of a fire that Bobby could see. That was when he spotted the young man near a broken fire alarm, looking more than a little bit nervous as he started trying to make his way through the crowd and toward the exit.

Bobby caught up with him before he made it out, gripping the collar of his shirt and slamming him up against the nearest wall. "Where is he?"

The man stared back with wide and panicked eyes. "I… what… I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Bobby," Athena spoke from beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to coax him into backing off, but Bobby had no intention of doing any such thing. "Let him go."

"Why'd you set the alarm off?" Bobby demanded, his grip tightening along with his jaw, pushing the man further into the wall.

"Some guy paid me a hundred bucks to do it," the man blurted out. "It was just a dare."

At that, Athena pried Bobby away from the man and spun him around so she could cuff his hands behind his back. "Well, I'm sure that hundred bucks will come in handy when it comes to paying your bail."

"What? No!" the man attempted to protest. "I didn't do anything wrong…"

She waved toward a nearby officer and as they approached, she leaned in closer to the man. "It is an offence to knowingly trigger a fire alarm under false pretences and waste emergency services time."

The officer took over, reading the man his rights, but before he could be dragged away, Athena held up her hand and stepped closer.

"Before you go to spend the night in jail, how about you tell me who paid you to trigger the alarm?" She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head, watching him with a steady and measured gaze.

"I don't know," the man started, but when Athena took a careful breath, he spluttered. "He, he works behind the bar! That's all I know, I swear."