Whispers Of The Past
Adrenaline had started to rush through you. You stood against the wall next to the bathroom door. You listened, calculating your best move.
Hearing a struggle you quietly opened the door and scanned the room. Seeing Agent Hobbs down on the ground, with what was clearly a gunshot wound, you hurried over to him and checked his pulse, he was alive but unconcious.
"Agent, down. " you quickly called it in keeping your voice low. Where was Nadeem?
Hearing the sound of a struggle again you stood up.
You held your gun ready while getting closer to where the sound was coming from and when you entered the next room. You saw Nadeem struggling with a guy, he managed to disarm him but was no match for the guy as he was able to knock Nadeem to the floor.
"FBI! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!! " You shouted as you aimed your weapon at the guy. He slowly turned around to face you. “HANDS UP, NOW!!” shouting it at him once more. He raised his hands up. “PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!” He did as you told him and put his hands behind his head.
“GET ON YOUR KNEES AND DO NOT MOVE YOUR HANDS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ?” you loudly said as you stepped closer to him slowly, waiting for him to do as you told him.
He nodded and slowly dropped down on his knees. You used one hand to grab the handcuffs from your side, still using the other to keep him at gunpoint. As you did this you noticed the expression on his face change. You saw him gloating as he looked at you, you knew what that meant.
You heard footsteps coming from behind you and ducked right in time as another attacker swung what appeared to be a batton right above your head. As you evaded the attack the one you once had under gunpoint charged at you and grabbed your arm, disarming you fast as he held you in a choke hold.
It had been a while since you were in close combat like this. But even though you had left your old life behind when you met Matt and joined the FBI, you could never discard your fighting skills.
The second attacker walked towards you as you were being held, you rapidly kick him in the stomach and he stumbled backwards again.You took this window of opportunity to take a step to the side as the guy held you into the choke hold, by stepping aside you launched your fist backwards hitting him in the groin area. As he almost doubled over you used your elbow to strike him in the face. His hold on you broke as blood was gushing out of his nose. The other guy charged at you once more and his swung his fist, you stepped to the right as his arm passed the left side of your face. You put your hands on his right scapula and pushed him forward, allowing you to use your knee to strike him on the back of his upper leg hard. He regained his balance quicker then you expected.
He swung again, this time hitting you on the right side of your face. You stepped back and he swung again, you blocked it before it reached the side of your body. You grabbed him at his shoulders, close to his neck and stepped down on his foot with force. You heard the bones breaking and it became clear that it had also dislocated his foot. He screamed in agony as he doubled over. You quickly raised your knee and that way struck him in the face hard. He fell backwards, he wasn't going to be getting up from that one soon. You heard footsteps coming closer again at the same moment you spotted your gun. You did a roll and grabbed your gun of the ground as you sat on one knee. Instantly aiming at the suprised attacker who had been coming towards you.
Your aim might not have been as good as Dex's, not even close. But at this short range distance between you and the target, there was no chance of missing. "Don't. Move." Your voice was low and threathening as you aimed for his head. In a past life, you wouldn't have had mercy at this point. The only reason you were not putting a bullet in this asshole's head was because you knew Matt would never approve of it, and you were not about to throw that friendship away for some lowlife criminal.
You saw Nadeem was regaining consciousness as you kept your aim on the guy.
“FBI !!!” PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM !!!” a voice you knew but all to well called out as another team made their way into the room. You kept your eyes on the guy like a hawk, until Dex grabbed him roughly and handcuffed him before shoving him harshly towards the other agents in the room “Take him.” his voice hard as the other agents almost had to catch the criminal as Dex had shoved him so hard he nearly fell over. Drawing a deep breath you got of your knee, and saw that they were putting Agent Hobbs on a brancard, he seemed to be awake as he was speaking to the medic. Nadeem was getting up too as an agent helped him.
Your eyes fell on Dex and you saw he was fuming with anger. His jaw was clenched and he seemed to struggle to stay calm.
“Dex..” you took a step closer to him. The sound of your voice made him snap out of it. And his eyes locked on you.
He walked over to you, his pace quick and only stopped when he was directly in front of you, you resisted the urge to take a step back because the distance between you both became so small so fast, but you didn't want him to think you were uncomfortable having him close. It's seemed as if he towered over you. His eyes fixed on you, scanning your face before his eyes fell on the cut on the side of your face. His hand reached up to it but stopped before actually touching your face, an expression of uncertainty shortly visible on his face. He was afraid to touch you as if you would reject his touch.
Noticing his intention and uncertain look, you took the hand he had close to your face in yours.
“I am okay, Dex.” you told him as you guided his hand to the side of your face. “They are going to have to learn to fight better than that before they can take me down.” giving him a warm smile you saw him relaxing. His hand was not just grazing lightly on your skin, it felt as if he was cupping your face. You wanted to lean into his touch but refrained from doing that, you did not want to scare him away from you. He was so close, and you took a moment to take in his facial features and he seemed to do the same. His eyes gazed over your face, and you noticed how they stopped when his gaze fell on your lips. Your breathing was heavy as you noticed his gaze, you were trying hard to stay focused but it was getting difficult. Especially with how close he was really standing, and how damn good he smelled. Your hands ached to touch him.
Someone cleared their throat and Dex broke away from you taking a step backwards. The cold air brushing your skin after his hand left your face.
“Dex, Please tell me we at least got the guy we came for.” Nadeem awkwardly asks.
Dex got his focus back “Don't worry, Ray. We arrested him.” you could see Nadeem breath a sigh of relief.
“(y/n)?” Nadeem says and you look at him “ Good work. You gotta tell me where you learned to fight like that sometime.” he tells you. You had a feeling Nadeem realised that you didn't learn to fight like that in your training. Nadeem was announcing that it was time to get back to the station with the suspects.
Dex frowned as if it hadn't really dawned on him that you just beat the shit out of two guys on your own.
“I told you. They will have to learn to fight better.” you shrugged it off as if it was nothing. And to you it kind off was. “It's been a while since i've had such willing people to practice on.”
The look of disbelieve mixed with suprise on Dex's face was hilarious. “What about not hesitating to use that gun?” he asks you.
“Nah. Too easy. Life shouldn't be that easy to take away, Dex.” you tell him “Life is precious. Mine, yours even Mr. Asshole's life. Wether I like it or not..” You had expected him to roll his eyes or even laugh at your statement. Yet, he did neither, he gave you a look of admiration.
“Do you really believe that ?”
“I do. Don't you ?” you ask him.
He pauzed for a moment “ I do.” he answered and nodded. He agreed that your life was precious,to him. He wasn't sure about the rest. But he hoped you could help him see that one day.