Page 3 of Back the Blue

He stills for a moment, then, as if his brain has finally caught up with his body, he closes his eyes and howls with pain. The medic, whose name I wish I knew, curses as she does what’s necessary to ease him. An unfortunate thing if you ask me. But it’s obvious she’s going to do her job no matter what. Something that I find extremely commendable given the fact that she took a bullet while doing so.

Somehow, she gets the victim settled and is able to sit again just moments before the driver tells us we’ve arrived at the hospital. When we’ve come to a stop, I pop open the back doors and hop down. As soon as I turn, she’s already pushing the stretcher toward me. She hops down and we head for the ER doors. When we push through, there are several others headed our way. My gorgeous medic details the victims prognosis with ease. I stay in the hallway when they push him into a room.

Like a teenage voyeur, I watch her work. And I finally have a chance to take her in.

Even under her vest, I can tell that her figure is exactly what I like; full and curvy. Her bright green eyes are deep set, her nose slightly turned up at the end, and her lips…Jesus, her lips are the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen in my life. And I want nothing more than to find out how they taste.

I’m still staring at her when she turns away to walk out. Her eyes lock with mine when she does. If she’s shocked to find my attention on her she doesn’t show it. And she doesn’t stop to sass me, either, which I’m mildly disappointed about. Not giving a damn about giving away my interest in her, I turn my whole body to watch her walk away. And my God, what a sight it is. My smile widens on its own. Then it disappears completely when her partner, Malcolm she called him, rushes in with his victim and another one of our agents.

My lovely medic doesn’t miss a beat as she turns to assist.

They rush past me and move into the next room. Reluctantly, I stay where I am and look in on my charge. For now. Because as soon as another agent gets here, I intend on gathering the information I need to keep tabs on my medic and her partner, lest our wanted kingpin decides to go after them.

My body shivers at the thought, and I make another vow to myself to protect her.

My medic.

Yes. I’m claiming her as mine now. Whether or not it happens sooner or later remains to be seen. But I intend on having her.

Neanderthal much?

Not until she fell into my life. And I’ll take it. Every day of the week and twice on Sunday.

I stay at my post until Agent Bant arrives. I give him a quick rundown of the victim in the room I’m watching. He settles in to wait for more agents to arrive for questioning. Just as I turn to find my soon-to-be lady, she and her partner appear. I approach slowly as they continue to talk. When they notice my presence, they stop. I get a smile from Malcolm, and a scowl from my medic as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Which reminds me.

“Have you been checked out?” I ask her pointedly.

“There’s no need,” she says tightly. “I’m fine.”

“You took a bullet to the chest, you need to see a doctor,” I counter.

“And you need to mind your own fucking business,” she hisses. “The bullet didn’t break the skin so-”

“What’s this about a bullet?”

Her eyes widen as we all turn and look at the elderly doctor standing beside us. His eyes are locked on my very pissed off medic. And a part of me wants him to stop looking at her.

“I’m fine, Dr. Greer.”

His eyes narrow and then lower to the very obvious bullet still lodged in her vest.

“You know better than that, Lorna,” he says sternly. “Come with me.”

With that, he grips her elbow and leads her further down the hallway. She goes, but not willingly. And not without a searing look in my direction that makes my cock twitch. As I stare after her, Malcolm chuckles and steps in front of me.

“You better be sure of what you’re doing, man,” he grins. “If you’re just after a piece of ass, she’ll make you regret it.”

“Trust me, my man,” I say with a wide grin. “I want everything with that woman.”

Three

Ten minutes after the asshat FBI agent managed to get me into a room for an examination, I’m walking back down the hallway to Malcolm. And go figure, the asshat is still here. Standing like an armored sentry in all his masculine glory. What’s worse is that I can’t decide what pisses me off more, the fact that he’s still here after getting his way or that I want to find out what he looks like out of his uniform.

Jesus Christ, I need to get laid.

Maybe an angry fuck with the asshat would take care of things. No strings attached, just two adults working off some stress of the job. Because God knows I’m going to have a breakdown when I get home. I’ve been in two other situations where shots have been fired at a scene, but they’ve never been directed at me.

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