Secrets, Lies,and Love

Chapter Seven

Alex's POV

"Hey, love bugs." Peggy all but kicks the door down. Her face is drained of it's color and chest heaving for breath. Thomas and I jump apart" Either of you have a gun by chance in here."

My eyes widen and I look at him, he's as still as a statue and eyes as wide as dinner plates. He's not moving or talking, he's just staring at her. Then I hear it.

The faint gun shots.  Not close but not too far away, defiantly in the same building.  Is the shooter going away or towards us? Where's security? Where's my friends? Why is Peggy here? Who's been hurt?

"I have a hand gun." I nod stiffle and reach under my desk, I pull out a small gun. No bigger then Thomas' fist. He's still frozen to his spot.

"Use it if that.... man comes this way. I have to go warn others and call someone." She starts out the door but I grab her hand.

"Where's Washington? He should be calling someone already." Our eyes meet and her eyes say more words then her mouth.

Dead.

"Stay safe, don't be dumb." She yanks away and carefully runs down the hall.  I look at Thomas and he looks at me.

"I guess we have one less suspect." He gulps, his hands are shaking. He couldn't hold a gun even if he wanted to. I offered him a gun once and he flipped out, almost collapsed to the pavement and blacked out.

"What if this is our guy ?" I check that the gun has bullets.

"Our guys stealthier and smarter then this guy, it could just be.... annyone else." He sighs, a crack echoes through the hallway like a train hitting a car. Loud and painful. His body freezes and gasps for breath. 

"Thomas, Thomas look at me." His eyes snap to me and he gulps." You can't freeze up here. Not now, not here. Be the hardass I know, don't let him win. I'm here." I hold out my pinky, his shoulders relaxe slightly and his pinky wraps around mine.

"Alright...." He sighs and looks around the corner. The hallways empty, yet we can hear the crooks teasing taunts." Alright. We've got this." He blances on the balls of his feet and watches intently. His teeth grit and sneer lifts in his lips.

" What are you thinking Thomas?" I ask softly, his eyes fall on me and he gives a crooked grin.

"Tackle the asshole. He's gonna come from that way," Thomas points from around the corner." He's focused on protecting his back.  We shoot him, we dont get awensers.  We tackle him, then we get a little fun." A smile I don't recognize spreads across his face.  It's cold and distant, his eyes turn a sharp copper. I watch as he squars his shiulders back and senses become more intune with his surroundings. He takes a deep breath and relaxes.

"It's crazy." I hiss at him and he leans around the corner. He shakes his head and grin grows.

"No, it's perfect." I watch with horror as my partner flings himself out the door and right into a guy with a gun.