Page 74 of Protected By West
Carly nodded and started walking back toward the bedrooms.
"Don't forget your kid! We'll go get some nuggets or something!"
Then she was left standing at the door, waiting.
She heard West in her ear. "What do you think, Jack? Is this going to work?"
She hummed and felt a bead of sweat roll down her spine. "I sure hope so. If we can get Carly and her son out of the house-"
Jack heard a door close out of sight and a heartbeat later she saw Carly walking across the open space with her son's hand in hers.
Her purse slipped off of her shoulder, but Carly didn't even try to grab it, she just kept walking, half-dragging her son along with her.
"We'll be headed out in a second, West."
Just shy of the door, the little boy tripped over his own bare feet and before he could hit the ground Jack reached forward and scooped the boy up in her arms, using her back to hold the door open she lifted her chin. "You go first."
Carly turned. "I can carry him."
Jack was suddenly short of breath, and she felt something prickle against the skin at the back of her neck. "Run."
Carly looked around her shoulder and her eyes widened. "Jenner-"
"Run, Carly!" If her heart hadn't been thundering in her chest, she might have said something more, or even tried to lift the other woman up, but instead, Jack wrapped her arms around the little boy and tried to shield his mother with her body. "Run..."
Carly finally came around as Jack heard heavy footsteps pounding the old floor behind her.
"West?"
"Coming, Jack! Head for the-"
"The fence, Carly. Go for the fence!"
Halfway to the fence line Jack saw the team emerge one after another around the corner, rushing past her, with the finaluniformed SWAT officer turning back to stand between her and the house.
A hand touched her shoulder, and a voice reached her ears. "Go. I've got you covered."
It wasn't until she reached the safety of the van down the street that she realized who it was that had her back.
She handed the little boy to his mom and turned back around, staring into a pair of ocean blue eyes.
"Blue?"
He smiled... a little.
"That was kind of crazy."
She shrugged, trying to get herself back onto both feet. "The nature of our job is crazy," she could finally breathe again, "thanks."
WEST
West was the last one inside, standing by the door as Duval and Dally wrestled Jenner Folsom to the ground.
They could have all piled up on the man, but the two men, currently hauling him to his feet with a set of silver cuffs on his wrists were the best hands-on people they had.
An ambulance was on its way to the scene to see to Carly and her son.
Not to mention the shiner that was going to be on Duval's face later on in the day to go with the split lip on the suspected bail jumper, armed robber, girlfriend beater-
