Finnegen coughed, his breathing somewhat ragged. He rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto all fours. His body screamed against him, and he looked down, groaning. Where his arms and legs had been lying there were splotches of mostly dried blood. Finnegen saw then, that his jacket and his pants were cut in multiple places and he was bleeding almost everywhere. Shiit.
"Collimore," a soft groaning came from his right.
He turned, as well as he could in the small space that they had, and crawled towards Bishop. Her leg was trapped beneath a large pile of bricks, Collimore could see the blood welling on the edge of the bricks. Her forehead had a large cut and she lay limp.
"Ellie? Hey Elinor talk to me." Collimore started to take some of the bricks and chuck them aside. He was breathing heavily and stopped after only a few bricks. We're loosing oxygen under here. He lay down next to Bishop, trying to level his breath.
"Hey, Finn?" Bishop coughed. "I can't feel my leg."
"It's trapped by bricks. I can't get it off without using up a lot of our air supply." Collimore took a light breath. "I hope we get out of here soon." He looked over at Bishop and saw she was staring upwards. He turned his head to do the same and sighed.
"We aren't getting out of here in a while." She said.
Collimore stared upwards at the bricks that surrounded them. They were held dangerously by beams and the bricks were together, kept up by tension and the grouping. If something so much as knocked it they would be crushed.
"Well that's comforting." He remarked quietly. "We should be dead."
"What?" Agent Scye yelled, his voice hoarse from the still-drifting dust. "What do you mean you can't move it?"
"Sir," the rescue worker said. "If we move those beams there," he pointed. "They will be crushed. There is no other way. We'll have to remove bricks one-by-one extremely carefully. Even then... They will be crushed."
Scye stared at the pile of destruction. "You're saying there isn't any hope they will come out alive then?" He clenched his fists, his eyes showing his rage.
"That's what I'm saying sir. We are still trying, but at this point we don't know."
"Work harder. I want everyone you have on this. We will get them out. Alive."
"Understood, sir." The rescue worker backed away slowly, as if not knowing if he was done getting yelled at. Scye glared at him.
Scye turned and walked to the pile and tapped his foot. How are we going to save Collimore and Bishop?
It had felt like days trapped inside the bricks and destruction. Bishop knew it had only been an two hours or so. Even so, the brick enclosure felt like a jail to Bishop. She couldn't go anywhere and had to wait for help from another outside of the cell. She had managed to get the bricks off of her leg with the help from Collimore. They were now shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning heavily against each other. Collimore held Bishop's hand in his, just to keep her close to him and provide comfort for the both of them.
She let out a breath, her head drooping further. Bishop reached up with her free hand and wiped the blood from her brow. Her usually spirit filled eyes were dull and her hair was dusty and smeared slightly in blood.
"Hey," said Collimore. "We'll get out of here. They will find a way." He looked down towards her again. "Elinor?"
"Finn-" he tipped her head back to him and stiffened. Her eyes were cloudy and she was breathing shallowly. "I don't think I-" Collimore put his finger against her lips.
"Shh. Save your breath, Elinor." Collimore ran his finger over her eyebrow, trying to take some of the dried blood away. "I should have protected you better. I'm sorry. You should have been the first through the door. This is my fault." He closed his eyes and tucked his chin into his chest.
"No Finnegen. I would be in much worse state if you hadn't done what you did." She looked at him and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Do not blame yourself for this. You did good."
"I was the one who ordered you upstairs with me! I should have asked Scye or Tuffin!" He exhaled harshly. "It's my fault, Elinor, and now you are injured because of me."
Bishop shook her head. "You had no way of knowing that this would happen." She sighed and groaned. Collimore became more alert and looked at her, concerned. She slowly breathed out and clutched her head. She grunted. "My head."
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He looked at his shoulder. "Hell. I need medical attention. I'm gonna try getting some service." He pulled out his phone, and held it as high as he could. His forehead was wet with sweat as he tried calling Scye. It worked.
"Collimore?" Scye's voice came over, cracked with poor connection.
"Scye! Hey what's going on up there?" Collimore panted.
"It's slow, boss. They are removing the bricks as fast as they can." He paused. "What is your condition? Is Bishop there with you?"
Collimore hesitated. "We both need medical attention. Bishop is here. Take this as a code white."
"Code white. Understood." The connection crackled. "Boss, we need you to get as small as you can. We are about to-" The connection gave out.
"About to what?" Collimore pushed the phone higher. "Scye!"
"T-to re-o-- the -o-de- be--s." His phone cut the connection, the call ended and Collimore knelt there, trying to comprehend what his agent had just told him.
Above him started to come creaking and the sounds of groaning wood and cement filled the small hole. Collimore looked up in time to see a brick falling. "Oh no." He turned quickly to Bishop, jumping onto her and covering her body with his. Collimore looked down into her almost closed eyes. "Bishop can you hear me?"
"Yeah." She responded quietly.
"We are going to get out of here, but I need you to get as small as you can. can you do that?" Collimore breathed deeply and pushed himself off her an inch so she could move. She did, curling into a ball as best she could. Satisfied, Collimore arranged his own body around hers, making sure to stay on top of her and cover her as best he could. He tucked his head against hers, his forehead resting against her knee and her forehead.
Th bricks started to fall, most hitting the ground and chipping, others shattering. Few hit the two agents who were curled together, but when they did, they hurt. The bricks continued to fall for minutes. The sound of shattering and thudding filled the small space and hurt Collimore's ears. Breathe, he told himself. Just breathe. Suddenly, sunlight started to infiltrate the cold darkness. He looked up seeing the wooded beams being lifted slowly from where they had previously rested. On the side of the beams stood men in orange worker uniforms. They seemed excited when they saw the agents, calling to others and pointing down at them.
"Hey!" Yelled one. "Are you FBI Special Agents Finnegen Collimore and Elinor Bishop?"
"Yes, that's us." Replied Collimore.
"Okay, sir. Please roll over carefully. You are covered in debris." Collimore complied rolling off of Bishop and feeling his back lighten. "Good. Now can Agent Bishop stand and climb out, please?"
Collimore shook his head. "She's injured."
"Okay, hold tight." The man swung his legs over the edge of the bricks and dropped down after calling to his comrades. He was a small man, his brown hair plastered against his forehead. The man knelt next to Bishop and went to pick her up.
"Hey!" Collimore said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll get her."
"Not a good idea, sir. You are injured. The strain would not be good for your body. Please go climb out."
"No you don't understand. I will grab her." Collimore stared stonily at the worker, daring him to challenge him.
"Fine," grumbled the worker. The man turned around and climbed out of the hole, helped by the men waiting for him.
Collimore knelt and picked up Bishop, holding her carefully and protectively in his arms. He maneuvered his way to the opening and hesitated before lifting her up. He then climbed out, his arms being grabbed by workers and hauled out of the mess that they had just been in.
A worker allowed him to take Bishop. He felt weak, walking and stumbling over the bricks that littered the ground. Once he got off of the bricks, agent Scye and Tuffin ran over to him, greeting him and offering to take Bishop. He refused. They stood on either sides of him, helping him as he made his way to the ambulances, covered in blood all around. He set bishop down on the waiting gurney bed and looked into the small mirror of the ambulance seeing the cut above his eyes and the smeared blood on his shoulders and face. His eyes were dull and looked pained.
"Sir?" A medic walked up to him. "We need to examine you. Your co-worker there is insisting you be examined. My comrades are working on her now." He paused. "May I?"
With a sigh Collimore nodded, removing his combat vest and jacket. He was left only with his white undershirt.
"Sir," the medical officer said. "Are you comfortable with taking your shirt off or would you like us to do so inside of the ambulance?"
"Fine with it." Collimore said curtly, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his broad, muscular shoulders. The cool air immediately bit into his skin, and his cuts started to numb.
"Okay. You have quite a few cuts. Minor on your torso." Collimore had the idea that the medic was talking more to himself then his patient. "Thankfully your vest must have mostly protected you but you do have quite a bit of bruising. The cut above your eye is going to need a butterfly bandage to help hold that together." He looked down and smiled. He motioned inside the ambulance and said, "Please go in and sit down. I need to tend your cuts."
"Can't you just do that out here?" Collimore looked at him curiously, brow raised.
The medic grinned and said, "Well sir, I also have to check your legs. I doubt you'll want to take your pants off out here." Collimore blinked and climbed into the ambulance, the medical officer laughing. He climbed in after him and closed the doors. "If you wouldn't mind taking your pants off, please."
Agent Tuffin and Scye stood close together watching Collimore who was standing near agent Bishop. The man bore a white bandage on his forehead and looked rugged, his silver-brown hair was messy and he looked older than his age at 39.
"Do they look like they got closer?" Scye asked, absently staring at the two.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah they do." Tuffin responded, stuck in her own thoughts. "Why was Collimore yelling at you today?"
Scye laughed. "He thought that because you and I had gotten closer lately that we may have got into some sort of romantic relationship." He smiled and glanced at Tuffin. She looked at him, but soon looked away. His smile faded. "Caytlun?"
"It's just..." She snorted and shook her head, muttering, "It's nothing, Markus."
He narrowed his eyes, but decided not to push. Within minutes Bishop was cleaned up and had bandages where needed. She looked somewhat new, even her hair had been cleaned and brushed. Collimore leaned down and spoke to her and she nodded. He then stood up and walked over to where Scye had been watching from.
"Scye. Tuffin. Finish up here. Bishop and I are headed back to base Report when done. We will start working on the case. Any questions?"
Scye shook his head and looked at Tuffin. "No sir, no questions," she said. She looked at Collimore with a look of concern and determination.
Collimore paused, nodded, and then turned away, walking to their new awaiting agency car. Collimore opened the door for Bishop and then got in on his own side. The sleek black car pulled out of the scene and headed back to base.
"Okay." said Scye. "Let's get back to it."
"Mmm," replied Tuffin as the two continued their jobs, lost in thought.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfUNPKKMIU9
