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Joel - Contemplating the Mental Capacity of the Human Race
Fandom: Original
Title: Contemplating the Mental Capacity of the Human Race
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Joel Greyson and Alexis Jones
lastficauthor Prompt: Grocery store robbery
Content Warning: Some language
Summary: Who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Author’s Note: I wasn’t the fondest of this prompt, but I still think it came out pretty well.
Disclaimer: All mine. No touchie without my say so.
Who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Ever since he became a cop, Joel tried his best not to ponder the mental capacity of the human race. He was generally disappointed because even the smartest people did stupid shit. However, when the mental capacity of the human race was effecting his Saturday shopping ritual, he was not only forced to contemplate them, he was allowed to be a little pissed about that fact. Because really, as he had said—who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Then again, this was LA. People did crazy things.
He was in the produce section when it happened. He was busy balancing the weights of the melons in his hands, his mind already going to the obvious joke when there was the sound of gunfire from the front of the store. As soon as that happened, he was dropping down behind the stand, the cop instinct to take cover coming to the forefront before everything else. If he hadn’t been worried about the bullets flying, he might have worried about the fact that the cop life was getting to him. Thankfully, he had bigger things to worry about and would berate himself for his instincts later. He sunk down behind the wooden crates holding the fruit and adjusting the way he was sitting so that he could use the security camera mirrors to check out what was happening at the register. It wasn’t the perfect angle, and the distortion made things harder, but it was the closest he had to eyes on the situation.
Two perps, both wearing ski masks, carrying what looked like shotguns. He was off-duty, and only had his off-duty weapon which really wasn’t a match for what they were packing, but at least it was something. If he had the right positioning and a truckload of luck, he could disarm the one before the other realized what was happening. It wasn’t likely, given that there was only the one of him and the two of them. He also knew that he could probably just stay there, wait out the robbers and give his statement later, but Cop Joel, the one that screamed at him to do the right thing, was rearing his ugly head and while Joel hated the guy, he wouldn’t deny that he was right. He was a cop. His job was to protect and serve, and therefore, he needed to do the right thing.
“Freeze! LAPD!”
It also involved watching his partner’s ass, especially when she was about to be a giant idiot.
Alexis Jones was a smart girl. She was loyal, hard-working, and actually a pretty decent cop. She had that ‘do the right thing’ instinct that Joel often wound up haggling with. Alexis tended play Joel’s conscience, made sure he followed the rules when really, in all honesty, that was the last thing that he wanted to do. She made sure they had the warrants, made sure they weren’t pushing things too much, and right now, she was walking right into making sure she’d get herself killed. And really, Joel couldn’t have that.
“Look at this,” one of the robbers jeered, turning their attention to her for a moment. Alexis was out of his line of vision, somewhere behind the aisles of food and whatever else, and when she spoke up, the robbers turned with her, giving him some room to move. “Little girl thinks she’s a hero.”
“Little girl’s a cop and she wants you to put the guns down. Now.”
Joel moved a couple rows down in the crates before ducking behind again, still keeping his eyes on the robbers and making sure that they didn’t level their guns. He could see Alexis now, and the firm look on her face that came with a person who knew they were on the side of the moral right, gun leveled at both of them, daring them to try her. Daring them to see who could pull the trigger first. She had her badge on her hip and her stance was square, and everything about her screamed cop. And that was exactly what she needed to be.
“You really think you can scare us with a shiny piece of metal and that tiny little gun.” The one who was speaking shifted towards her, staring her down like the badass he thought he was. “You’re all alone. Who exactly are you expecting to back you up?”
And there was his cue.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Joel replied, pulling out from where he had been hiding and raising his weapon. “There’s also me.” He took one hand off the gun, tapping on his own badge.
The other robber turned to look at him, as did Alexis. He looked annoyed, but she almost seemed to be relieved. As if she was scared to be defending the moral right. Joel wasn’t even sure if she had ever been in this kind of situation before, but now she was here. She was going to have to make her bones on this one situation, and for the moment he wasn’t sure that she could do it.
“Two cops with tiny guns against the two of us,” the robber facing him began. “I don’t like your odds, hoss.”
“You’d be surprised. I’m a really good shot.” He cocked the safety back on his gun and continued to keep his eyes level with them. “If you decide that you don’t want to test that, I’d put the guns down.”
The robber met his eyes, staring at him head on. There was something about his stare that got to Joel on a base level. Something about someone where they just didn’t care. He’d only seen it in a few people before, and it gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was a sign that things were about to go horribly, horribly wrong. A slow smirk drifted across the front of his face, as he raised the shotgun with his free hand finger sitting right on the trigger.
It only took a second for the shot to go off.
***
Shotgun shells sucked ass.
It didn’t hit him full on. If it had, he would have been hamburger meat on the linoleum, but he managed to dodge out of the way just in time, so that his arm caught the peripheral of the blow, and the rest landed in the fruit. He could feel the way the pellets ripped through his shoulder, and bit back the groan from the pain, but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment. He was more worried about what had been happening above him.
Once he hit the ground, he lost his line of sight on his partner, which was what was mainly sent the adrenaline and fear pumping through his system. He heard three shots after that, two in succession followed by one, then silence. Too much silence. He started to try and scramble to his feet and ignore the pain, until he heard the squeak of her shoes against the linoleum. He moved forward, making his way around so that the scene was in his line of sight again, on her knees next to one of the perps with her hands on his chest. Joel could see the bright crimson starting to cover her hands and he stumbled his way over to her, checking the body she’d abandoned first for a pulse. Finding none, he moved on to hers, and wasn’t surprised when he found the same. Alexis wasn’t a bad shot either.
“Jones,” he said softly, reaching forward with his bad arm to gently pushed her hands off the body. “He’s gone.”
“Not yet. He was breathing.”
“Alexis.”
“He was breathing. He can give his side, if I can just get him to stop bleeding.”
“Lex. Lexie.” It was a very personal nickname, one that he didn’t use for her often, but this seemed to be the time. He took her hands in his and pulled her arms away and towards her, wrapping his good arm around her shoulders. “He’s gone, sweetheart.”
She just stared at the body for a moment, looking over it and then down at the blood in her hands. “I’ve never killed anyone before.” Actually putting that into words seemed to be the thing that made the damn break and she broke down next to him, the adrenaline fading and leaving her too exhausted to hold it back. Joel cringed for the moment, before tightening the arm around her and pulling her closer.
“You call it in?” She nodded, and he turned his attention back to comforting his partner. “You’ll be okay,” he murmured against the top of her head. “It was a good shoot.” There was no other way it could be seen.
He just hoped that would be enough.
Title: Contemplating the Mental Capacity of the Human Race
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Joel Greyson and Alexis Jones
lastficauthor Prompt: Grocery store robberyContent Warning: Some language
Summary: Who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Author’s Note: I wasn’t the fondest of this prompt, but I still think it came out pretty well.
Disclaimer: All mine. No touchie without my say so.
Who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Ever since he became a cop, Joel tried his best not to ponder the mental capacity of the human race. He was generally disappointed because even the smartest people did stupid shit. However, when the mental capacity of the human race was effecting his Saturday shopping ritual, he was not only forced to contemplate them, he was allowed to be a little pissed about that fact. Because really, as he had said—who the hell knocks over a grocery store?
Then again, this was LA. People did crazy things.
He was in the produce section when it happened. He was busy balancing the weights of the melons in his hands, his mind already going to the obvious joke when there was the sound of gunfire from the front of the store. As soon as that happened, he was dropping down behind the stand, the cop instinct to take cover coming to the forefront before everything else. If he hadn’t been worried about the bullets flying, he might have worried about the fact that the cop life was getting to him. Thankfully, he had bigger things to worry about and would berate himself for his instincts later. He sunk down behind the wooden crates holding the fruit and adjusting the way he was sitting so that he could use the security camera mirrors to check out what was happening at the register. It wasn’t the perfect angle, and the distortion made things harder, but it was the closest he had to eyes on the situation.
Two perps, both wearing ski masks, carrying what looked like shotguns. He was off-duty, and only had his off-duty weapon which really wasn’t a match for what they were packing, but at least it was something. If he had the right positioning and a truckload of luck, he could disarm the one before the other realized what was happening. It wasn’t likely, given that there was only the one of him and the two of them. He also knew that he could probably just stay there, wait out the robbers and give his statement later, but Cop Joel, the one that screamed at him to do the right thing, was rearing his ugly head and while Joel hated the guy, he wouldn’t deny that he was right. He was a cop. His job was to protect and serve, and therefore, he needed to do the right thing.
“Freeze! LAPD!”
It also involved watching his partner’s ass, especially when she was about to be a giant idiot.
Alexis Jones was a smart girl. She was loyal, hard-working, and actually a pretty decent cop. She had that ‘do the right thing’ instinct that Joel often wound up haggling with. Alexis tended play Joel’s conscience, made sure he followed the rules when really, in all honesty, that was the last thing that he wanted to do. She made sure they had the warrants, made sure they weren’t pushing things too much, and right now, she was walking right into making sure she’d get herself killed. And really, Joel couldn’t have that.
“Look at this,” one of the robbers jeered, turning their attention to her for a moment. Alexis was out of his line of vision, somewhere behind the aisles of food and whatever else, and when she spoke up, the robbers turned with her, giving him some room to move. “Little girl thinks she’s a hero.”
“Little girl’s a cop and she wants you to put the guns down. Now.”
Joel moved a couple rows down in the crates before ducking behind again, still keeping his eyes on the robbers and making sure that they didn’t level their guns. He could see Alexis now, and the firm look on her face that came with a person who knew they were on the side of the moral right, gun leveled at both of them, daring them to try her. Daring them to see who could pull the trigger first. She had her badge on her hip and her stance was square, and everything about her screamed cop. And that was exactly what she needed to be.
“You really think you can scare us with a shiny piece of metal and that tiny little gun.” The one who was speaking shifted towards her, staring her down like the badass he thought he was. “You’re all alone. Who exactly are you expecting to back you up?”
And there was his cue.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Joel replied, pulling out from where he had been hiding and raising his weapon. “There’s also me.” He took one hand off the gun, tapping on his own badge.
The other robber turned to look at him, as did Alexis. He looked annoyed, but she almost seemed to be relieved. As if she was scared to be defending the moral right. Joel wasn’t even sure if she had ever been in this kind of situation before, but now she was here. She was going to have to make her bones on this one situation, and for the moment he wasn’t sure that she could do it.
“Two cops with tiny guns against the two of us,” the robber facing him began. “I don’t like your odds, hoss.”
“You’d be surprised. I’m a really good shot.” He cocked the safety back on his gun and continued to keep his eyes level with them. “If you decide that you don’t want to test that, I’d put the guns down.”
The robber met his eyes, staring at him head on. There was something about his stare that got to Joel on a base level. Something about someone where they just didn’t care. He’d only seen it in a few people before, and it gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was a sign that things were about to go horribly, horribly wrong. A slow smirk drifted across the front of his face, as he raised the shotgun with his free hand finger sitting right on the trigger.
It only took a second for the shot to go off.
***
Shotgun shells sucked ass.
It didn’t hit him full on. If it had, he would have been hamburger meat on the linoleum, but he managed to dodge out of the way just in time, so that his arm caught the peripheral of the blow, and the rest landed in the fruit. He could feel the way the pellets ripped through his shoulder, and bit back the groan from the pain, but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment. He was more worried about what had been happening above him.
Once he hit the ground, he lost his line of sight on his partner, which was what was mainly sent the adrenaline and fear pumping through his system. He heard three shots after that, two in succession followed by one, then silence. Too much silence. He started to try and scramble to his feet and ignore the pain, until he heard the squeak of her shoes against the linoleum. He moved forward, making his way around so that the scene was in his line of sight again, on her knees next to one of the perps with her hands on his chest. Joel could see the bright crimson starting to cover her hands and he stumbled his way over to her, checking the body she’d abandoned first for a pulse. Finding none, he moved on to hers, and wasn’t surprised when he found the same. Alexis wasn’t a bad shot either.
“Jones,” he said softly, reaching forward with his bad arm to gently pushed her hands off the body. “He’s gone.”
“Not yet. He was breathing.”
“Alexis.”
“He was breathing. He can give his side, if I can just get him to stop bleeding.”
“Lex. Lexie.” It was a very personal nickname, one that he didn’t use for her often, but this seemed to be the time. He took her hands in his and pulled her arms away and towards her, wrapping his good arm around her shoulders. “He’s gone, sweetheart.”
She just stared at the body for a moment, looking over it and then down at the blood in her hands. “I’ve never killed anyone before.” Actually putting that into words seemed to be the thing that made the damn break and she broke down next to him, the adrenaline fading and leaving her too exhausted to hold it back. Joel cringed for the moment, before tightening the arm around her and pulling her closer.
“You call it in?” She nodded, and he turned his attention back to comforting his partner. “You’ll be okay,” he murmured against the top of her head. “It was a good shoot.” There was no other way it could be seen.
He just hoped that would be enough.
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Also, guuuuh Milo icon FTW.
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And yesssss -- he is so pretty.
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