Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Ryo is injured while arresting armed robbers.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Useless’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee hated feeling so useless. All he could do was stand there, keeping out of the way, while the paramedics took care of his partner. This shouldn’t even have happened.
They’d been heading back to the precinct towards the end of their shift when a report of an armed robbery in progress had come through the radio. As it was only a couple of blocks from where they were, Dee had spun the wheel and put his foot down while Ryo had radioed in that they were responding.
When they’d arrived at the liquor store the robbers had been on their way out. Ryo had got one of the two youths under control pretty quickly and was cuffing him while Dee was dealing with the second. Neither of them had seen the third guy; the first two must have had a wheelman waiting outside, and instead of driving off the kid had decided to help his buddies.
Catching sight of movement from the corner of his eye, Ryo had twisted away, reaching for his gun, but he hadn’t been quite fast enough and before he could draw his weapon his attacker’s knife had slashed him across the ribs.
His hands full with the youth he was restraining, for several endlessly long moments Dee had been unable to do anything but watch as the kid Ryo had cuffed joined the fight, knocking Ryo off his feet as the other guy lunged again with the knife.
Then a patrol car had come screeching into the parking lot, sirens blaring; two uniforms leapt out, guns drawn, and just like that, the battle was over.
It had only lasted two or three minutes. While one of the uniforms disarmed the guy with the knife, the other radioed for an ambulance. Dee unceremoniously shoved his captive at the officer and went to his partner, doing what he could to stem the bleeding from the gash across Ryo’s ribs, and a cut to his arm, which he’d raised to protect himself from the second knife thrust.
Dee joked sometimes that paperwork was the worst part of the job, but that wasn’t true; the worst part was seeing his partner go down and being unable to do a damn thing to help. Ryo had been lucky this time; neither wound was deep, although both would require stitches, but Dee couldn’t help feeling he’d let his partner down.