bakerstreet | A Story in Six Words

[She lets herself be dragged, very much against her style, but they were in imminent danger, so, honestly, who was counting? They sit in the empty alley, Louise's aqua eyes aflurry as she looks round them for shelter. A dingy, metal door is slightly ajar down the way, and she huffs out a groan.]

I'm fine. [She points, gesturing towards the doorway-]

In there. NOW.

[While helping her, they move through the open door as quickly as possible and with minimal shots fired.]

What is this place do you know?

[He stands next to the door peering out, trying to see anything, then looks over to her.]

How bad are you bleeding? We need to get pressure on there.

[And back up, but he assumed someone would've called it for them out in the streets.]

I've no fucking idea.

[She breathes this out in an attempt to get her heart rate slowed to a bit less of a rapid clip, but relents when she sees Jim's concerned expression, and then the PAIN finally overrides the adrenaline.]

Dunno....[She falters, leaning up against a wall whilst putting pressure on it with her hand as much as she can. However, the blood loss is making her weakened, and Louise presses the back of her head against the wall as she sinks down.]

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[Shit! Jim pulls off his tie and begins tying it around her shoulder tightly, trying to compress the wound some. He debates pulling off his jacket as well, but is unsure how he'd be able to use it other than to tell her to use it to hold pressure.]

Let's get you out of here. There is little else we can do out there.

[He nods towards the door, knowing that the two of them alone can't do much. Perhaps if the weave through the building... But then there is the risk they have this building surrounded. Shit.]

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[As he wraps his tie like a tourniquet about her shoulder, she groans, banging the back of her head lightly against the wall behind her, fighting the shape pain of the slug still within her. Biting her bottom lip, Louise winces as the knot is finally tied, effectively containing further blood loss.

As Jim speaks, she sighs and begins to roll the back of her head against the bricks in a side-to-side expression of 'no', letting her eyelids fall delicately shut.]

No......no--Jim, they're targeting us. It's sod-all to do with civilians. They made it look random to get the punters to fuck off so they could aim at us. It's got to be one of the Wiles gang. Adam himself must have given the go word.

[He didn't want to acknowledge that, but the thoughts had crossed his mind as well.]

C'mon, there isn't much we can do right now anyway.

[Moving over to her good side, Jim slides an arm around her back, helping her walk. It wasn't that her legs weren't functional, just she seemed to be becoming lightheaded and it concerned him. They were making their way through the building, which appeared to be empty already, when he heard the door they had come through open and slam close. Automatically, he figured they were being followed given neither have received a phone call just yet.]

I think we're being followed.

[He muttered with irritation as they increased speed.]

[She huffs out a heavy breath as Jim lifts her up and begins to help her to walk. When the door slams shut, her once droopy, injury-addled eyelids fly wide open in terror and shock. She brushes away a long tendril of hair that's come loose from her chignon and is getting in the way of her vision, beginning to move faster as they lope along quickly in search of an exit.

Suddenly, the sound of a ringing mobile that's not either one of theirs sounds out, and there is an audible 'SHIT' about 50 yards back as the thug realises he'd forgotten to turn the volume off. Louise's head whips round to the left and she notices a side door.]

FIRE ESCAPE. Out. That way.

[She whispers these words into his shoulder, careful not to be heard by their 'company'.]

[He already has her beat, moving quickly in that direction spotting it the same time she did. Jim opens the door, which has lead them out into the alley, where Jim pokes his head out enough just to take a look.]

It's clear, though they most likely think we're still inside or moving towards the front.

[He whispers this, directing her to come out and he resumes helping her, leading her to the adjacent building, pleased to find the door itself opening with someone taking a smoke break.]

London PD, move out of the way!

[He shoves the man backwards, forcing themselves inside.]

[Louise allows him to take the lead, as the employee jumps back, startled, but moves immediately. Louise looks at the man somewhat weakly and fishes her badge from her blazer, flicking it towards him in a show of authority. With as much English hospitality as she could muster, she tries to nod curtly, professionally.]

Can we use your back room, please.

[The employee wordlessly nods and leads them to the empty manager's office where the two of them pile in. Offering a thin smile to the man, Louise shuts the door behind them, unlooping Jim's arm from her waist and collapsing into a chair beside the desk. Taking her mobile from her handbag, now slung crosswise over her chest, she punches in the number to Scotland Yard.]

...Yes. I am fully aware of the shots fired at Millenium Pier...what I need now is a backup team to search the building next to the Red Lion on Parliament Street.

[A beat.]

Yes. It was a sniper, most likely one of Wiles's. ..Dunno, must've been following us from the pub, I reckon. We're holed up in the manager's office of a curry takeaway nearby, and not moving until we have boots on the ground.

[She hangs up, tossing her mobile upon the desk fruitlessly. Placing her elbow upon it, she leans her head into her hand and shuts her eyes.]

[before Louise could even think of saying more, Jim turns off the lights.]

Come over here against the wall.

[He says this so calmly, but he can hear raised voices and people being threatened outside where the customers were. Quickly Jim locks the door, his back half pressed against it and the wall, glancing out of the small window in the middle. Taking a moment, he reloads his gun, preparing for another attack if need be. And he slinks back from the door, closer to her, waiting. They shouldn't be visible through the window being pressed against the wall like this and lights off.

Without even realizing it, Jim was gritting his teeth and could hear his heart beating all the way up to his ears, as if the organ itself had moved.]

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[She complies, nodding once and limping towards him as best she can. The voices outside grow ever louder, and soon, the arguing is right at the door, someone demanding, then attempting to force their way in.

Quickly, Louise tries to unpin her hair and shake it loose whilst unbuttoning her pencil skirt and shifting it so the slit in back is at her thigh instead. Reaching up, she ruffles Jim's hair and attempts, though in pain, to shrug his jacket off, tossing it, and their badges with it, in a dark, adjacent corner. As the man shoves his way in, she pulls Jim close, pressing their lips together.]

Go with it.

[Murmuring this against his lips, in terrible pain and suffering badly, Louise tries to play the part of the wanton woman, both their faces obscured, Jim's body effectively blocking their faces from view as Louise continues to kiss him. Wiles's sniper sniffs as he looks about the place, and, after training his eyes upon the couple, decides they're just two drunk punters making the most of it, and stalks out, letting the door slam behind him.]

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[Well this certainly was one of the very few times Jim could recall a surprise makeout session with a gun in his hand. He had been completely caught off guard, not realizing she was adjusting her clothes and hair while he was forcing himself to take slow deep breathes and calculating the scenario of where to aim and how quickly.

It happened so quickly he didn't even have time to ask What are you doing!? when she ran fingers through his short hair and pulled his jacket off to the ground. A hand gently rested on her arm while the other kept his grip upon his gun when her lips found his, the darkness of the room and their position completely obscuring anything obvious.

When the sniper walked off, Jim pulled back, looking wide-eyed to Louise, able to see her gaze even in the dim light from the ajar door.]

I can't believe that worked.

[It's whispered, as if still in shock at the entire scenario.]

[Her own slow, deliberate breaths mingled with his, determined not to be found out. Criminals like these could smell fear, especially on a woman. Louise's hand rested upon his chest lightly, fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss took herself be surprise, and she found that her shoulder was hurting considerably less. Blinking as they broke apart, she finally let out a breath, collapsing against the brick in relief.]

Possibly the first time I've ever tried that tactic.

...Sorry. [She hastened to add that last bit, her nerves getting the better of her as her chest and neck began to flush of their own accord.]

[He's quick to shake his head.]

Don't be. I can't believe it worked.

[He reached out and affectionately gave her am a squeeze, before focusing on outside matters.]

What was the ETA for the rest of PD to show up?

[Jim may or may not be thinking of going after the guy. Now was the best chance he was going to get.]

[She snorts, a wry, yet exhausted grin turning up one side of her lips. At his query, she shrugs blithely.]

Should be there now by all accounts...

[She hovers near the door, trying to listen, brow furrowing.]

Don't hear much, just the usual restaurant din.

[Just then, a sharp, stabbing pain through her rotator cuff taps her on the shoulder to announce itself in a most unappealing manner, and she winces--]

FUCK. [Glancing at it, she sees blood beginning to seep through the tourniquet.]

Gonna have to get me to A&E once we get word my team are on it.

You won't go anywhere else, if I have a say in it.

[He's clearly stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to decide his next plan of action as he stands there fidgeting. Glancing slightly between the door and Louise, he finally nods.]

You stay here; this is the best chance we got for snagging this guy.

[She mutters a curse not-so-underneath her breath, not at Jim, but at her frustration at the limitations of her injury. But, as it was, she wasn't any good to anyone at the moment; she'd only slow him down. So, she nods once, curtly, and wordlessly, letting him have at it.]

Don't think you'll have much trouble in that regard.

[Referring to herself, of course, in being a compliant 'patient' once he returned.]

Let's hope this will all be over in the next half hour.

[Or less, preferably. Standing against the wall, gun remaining in hand and glancing out the window, he's able to see it looks like it's turned into a hostage situation. The sniper was standing in the front, gun aimed at the few remaining workers and customers in the restaurant, while looking outside. Jim certainly hoped that meant the team was there, but he couldn't see that far out.

With an inhale, he nods and creeks the door open, staying low to the ground when he sneaks out. He's trying to remain unnoticed as he creeps closer to the lobby. So far the sniper hasn't spotted him, but the hostages have. Raising a finger to his mouth to keep them quiet, he's getting himself lined up to shoot the guy and finally does so, connecting with his shoulder to the arm holding the trigger for the gun. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth as payback for injuring Louise.

When the guy reacts, Jim rises to his feet to shoot him in the thigh and narrowly misses getting shot himself by the sniper's accomplice and manages to get him in the gut.]

Lose the guns and get down!

[He at least manages to kick the gun away from the closer accomplice and kept his own aimed at the sniper.]

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[At that precise moment, the doors to the restaurant are kicked in, and the full weight of Louise's squad barrel in, quickly overtaking the two would-be assailants and shoving them up against the walls, handcuffing the lot of them.

Wiles would have to try a little harder next time--that is, if he wasn't caught by then. The young, posh, self-fashioned drug lord had built an army, it seemed, but it remained to see if the handsome Scot would get sloppy.

For Louise's part, she'd propped herself up against the other side of the door, away from the window, listening to all of it unfold, and at first, the gun shots jolted at her in terror, especially as Jim didn't speak up straightaway after he'd fired.]

[Holstering his gun, he quickly back peddles to the manager's office to get Louise. He peers in before opening the door, assuring her nothing to be worried of.]

We're safe; it's over.

[It was loud in the lobby as the large squad swarmed in, double checking everything and even barging past Jim in the manager's office.]

It's clear. It's only us.

[He sighs and offers Louise a smile before turning the lights on and helping her slip her jacket over her shoulders to walk her out.]

C'mon, let's get you to the medics.

[She shuts her eyes and heaves a long breath before clocking him with a sidelong glance, definitely deadpan as she does so.]

Had I known you'd be this swift, I'd not have worried; you didn't even need me backing you up.

[She scowls slightly, irritated that her own prowess had been put out to pasture-] Just a right third bloody wheel I was, then..

[As they walk out the door, Louise's DCI looks up from his clipboard and gives them both a nod.]

...And make sure she STAYS at A&E, this time, would you, Gordon?

[She rolls her eyes and her upper lip curls only slightly as she allows Jim to keep walking her along.]

[The medics looked both of them over completely, clearing Jim, but bandaging Louise up even further and bring them along to the A&E. Once she's settled in after a few x-rays, they're alone in the room. Jim's sitting in a chair, arms crossed over his chest as he's facing her.]

What's the story of you not staying in the A&E?

[He had a few of those stories himself, which made the smile on his face grow more in amusement of the situation.]

[She slips him a furtive glance as she purses her lips, slumping her back further into the fully-elevated mattress on the gurney as they wait for the doctor to return.]

Let's just say there've been more than a couple of times I've refused to go when he thought I should've. ['He' meaning DCI Lestrade, that is. She continues, muttering the words as if they're rhetorical, or to herself.]

Load of bollocks, really. Anyone could have seen that I was fine. Would've been a waste of emergency's time.

[Jim couldn't resist chuckling at her insistence.]

Have you always been so stubborn? It's nice to have a coworker show concern.

[He may or may not be trying to egg her on, given he's been in similar circumstances quite a few times, more than he cared to admit.]

Fuck off.

[She means it in a flippant, not serious way. The subtle lift of her chin as she says it should mark it permanently.]

Tell me about yourself.

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ooohhh SNAP!

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