Healing the Past

Shots Fired

Chapter 6

When we got there it was total chaos. Protesters crowded around the prison. They turned to the cars as the pulled up. Some moved aside, others stood there until the last minute. Typical. Some people are sane enough to let the cops do their job, the majority acts like the cops are going to cut the guy lose.

As we made our way through the building Greg gave orders. “Spike you’ll be on his left, Sam his right, Thunder and Jules cover the rear. Ed and Wordy lead. I’ll give some sort of statement to keep the crowd out of your way.”

We all nodded and waited.

When they brought him out I gave him a quick once over. About 6ft, blue eyes, golden blond hair. I could easily tell how he lured in his victims. He caught me looking and grinned.

“See something you like Officer?”

It slipped out before I could think about it. “I always did like target practice.”

If possible his grin got even sleazier. “Feisty and hot. My kind of girl.”

“Correction. I’m the type of girl you should avoid. I used to hunt monsters like you for a living.”

He looked me right in the eye. I glared back. He looked away. Just as he was going to make a comment to Jules, Ed got us moving.

At first things went great. Then we went outside. Halfway to the cars I saw the muzzle of a gun hanging out a window across the street.

“Get Down!” I yelled.

Everyone but Lance dropped. I pushed him down and was thrown back by a bullet impacting against my vest.

The first thing I was aware of was an intense pain on the right side of my chest. The second was Spike talking to me.

“Thunder, did you get hit?”

“Yeah. Right side in the vest.” I managed.

The team gathered around us.  All asking if I’m ok.

“I’m fine. Question though. Is the subject still alive.?”

“You’re going to pay for that, bitch.” Great, he’s alive and mad.

“I saved you’re life, but when you finally do die, send me a postcard from hell.” I snarled.

Ed tried to get me to chill. “Easy T, he’s not worth it.”

The EMTs came over checked me out and said I was good to go.

“The guys and I are going to grab a beer, you want to come?” Jules asked me while we were changing after shift.

“Sure.”

While we were at the bar Sam asked, “So, Thunder, where exactly in America are you from?”

“Las Vegas.”

“The city that never sleeps. That explains her ability to get up so early.” Ed laughed.

“That or the crazy sleep patterns that come with working for the BAU.”

“How exactly did you get into profiling?” Spike asked.

“I always wanted to fight crime. I mainly went for BAU for a change of scenery and a shot at originality. Made it and a couple years later my brother got on board too.”

“What’s your brother like?” Greg.

“Pretty much my polar opposite.”

“How so?” Jules asked.

“I’m a fighter, he not the fighting type. I never miss, he can’t shoot his way out of a paper bag.”

Sam asked, “How did he get into the FBI?”

“He’s a genius. They made a few exceptions. He’s good at profiling and figuring out the puzzles that pop up.”

“Wow.” Ed.

The conversation shifted to other topics and I found myself spacing out, thinking what happened. Wondering how I went from putting away serial killers, to taking a bullet for one. Then I heard Spike’s voice.

“Thunder, you ok?”

I looked up to see all of them watching me.

“I’m fine. Just still a little freaked out about earlier. I think I’m going to head home, see you guys tomorrow.”

I was still thinking about everything as I walked to my car. Then I heard something behind me.

“Thunder, wait.” I turned and saw Spike.