The Last Thing He Thought Of

Chapter One

Monday's were always the worst. It wasn't like he ever had a week end off and Monday was the first day back at work. The bad days always started on Monday. Eliot walked into the office and found Parker hanging from Nate's spiral staircase.

"Crazy girl, what are you doing?" This Monday wasn't looking any better.

"Just hanging around." She smiled. He shook his head.

"Your nuts, you know that?"

"Yeah, well you wouldn't like me any other way." Eliot knew this to be true.

"Kenna had to go to work early she wanted to know if you could bring Topher to her place."

"He's not staying with you?"

"The cat and I have an understanding but she wants him at her place so he doesn't get out when you decided to use my fire escape for repelling practice and leave the widow open."

"I do that now and again, don't I?" Eliot rolled his eyes. He went to the coffee pot. "So Kenna and you…made up?" He turned and looked at her.

"You know we did. Your harness is hanging on my coat rack."

"She would make a really good thief, you know." Eliot leaned against the counter.

"I think Kenna wants to stick with being a paramedic for now, but I'll tell her you said so."

"She told me she wouldn't be doing any more jobs with us unless we couldn't do it without her."

"It was her choice." His phone rang. Taking out of his pocket, he answered it. "Yeah."

"I need you and Nate down at the fire station." Kenna sounded out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Eliot was already moving though the apartment and out the door.

"Just get down here; I'll explain when you get here." She hung up. Eliot was down the steps and found Nate in the bar.

"Kenna needs us down at the fire house." Nate grabbed his coat.

"Did she say what for?"

"No just that she needed you and me down there." They headed out the back door. The two walked down the street.

"How did she sound?" Nate asked.

"Out of breath. Like she was running." They heard the sirens and saw the smoke when they were a block away. "That looks like a whole lot of trouble." The two men broke into run. The diner next to the fire station was engulfed in flames. Kenna was across the street working on a man. Eliot went to her. "What the hell happened?" Kenna looked up.

"Smell. They say it's a gas leak but I don't smell gas." Eliot looked around.

"Was there a blast?" Kenna nodded.

"It wasn't a gas explosion. The gas was secondary."

"How could you tell?" Nate was standing next to her.

"A gas explosion has a distinctive sound." Eliot answered for her. "What did the first blast sound like?" Kenna took a deep breath.

"I was a few blocks away. I was coming back from a call. The first blast was inward."

"So there was a bomb out here? Maybe one of the cars?" Eliot looked at the three cars parked in front were crumpled beyond recognition.

"Maybe. Eliot I know the cops are going to be all over this but…this was Sarah Jane's lively hood. Her life." She pointed to the woman on the corner sobbing. "Six people including her husband were hurt. They were lucky they got out before the second blast." Standing up she looked at Nate and Eliot. "If it had been thirty feet north it would have been the fire station with more than a dozen people and with the trucks and ambulances in the bays it would of blown sky high."

"Do you think they might have been after someone or something?" Eliot asked. Kenna knew what he was getting at. She shook her head.

"I don't think so. At least not me. This was armature." She took off his gloves and started loading her patient into the ambulance. "I know you guys don't go looking for jobs but this one…it kind of fell into my lap and I just want someone who won't write it off as a gas leak."

"We'll look into it." Nate said.

"Thanks." She leaned over and kissed Eliot. "Don't wait dinner for me." She closed the door and the ambulance took off.

"What do think?" Nate looked at Eliot. Eliot surveyed the area.

"I think this was no accident and that maybe…just maybe we have a start of something bigger then what we can handle." Nate nodded and they headed to talk to Sarah Jane.

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"Sarah Jane." Nate put his hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Mr. Ford…I…" She sobbed. Nate hugged her.

"It'll be okay." He said. "If there's anything me and my friends can do to help you, please let us know." She nodded.

"Kenna said she would call you. We have so little, then this. It was all me and my husband had left." She looked at Eliot. "I really don't know what happened. One minute I'm serving coffee and the next thing glass was flying everywhere." Nate nodded.

"We'll get to the bottom of this Sarah Jane. I promise." Nate said. Eliot looked around the area.

"Have you had any trouble lately? Gangs, loan sharks, the mob?" Eliot questioned.

"No nothing like that." Eliot shook his head. If it wasn't gangs or the mob it could just be a random act of violence.

"I got Hardison on the traffic cams." Eliot said to Nate as he pulled out his phone. Nate stood next to the woman.

"Why don't we get you to the hospital to see your husband and we can figure this out."

"Thank you Mr. Ford." Nate helped the woman into the awaiting ambulance. He shut the door and turned to Eliot.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I think this family was targeted for a reason. Maybe the husband knows more."

"They've been in the neighborhood since my dad's day I can't see anyone wanting to hurt them."

"Well let's see what Hardison got on the cams and go from there."

"Sounds good." Nate and Eliot headed back to the bar.

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"The camera's picked up this." Hardison paused the screen in front of them. A taxi pulling over, a man getting out and attaching something to the bumper of the Honda parked in front of the diner. The man got into the taxi and it drove off. It was quiet for a half a minute then a woman got into the Honda and started it up. The car blew up a second later. "I ran facial recognition on her and the guy who planted the bomb. She's Assistant District Attorney Tracie Pembrant. The man was a little harder but he's one Deckland O'Leary."

"Irish mob." Eliot looked at Nate. "I had a feeling." He looked at the screen. "Do they even know that the ADA was in that car?"

"If they don't they should soon. The thing was burned beyond recondition but they had to wait for it to cool." Eliot grabbed his jacket.

"I'm going to head down there and see if I see what kind of bomb was in the car." Nate nodded.

"Be careful."

"I'm always careful." Eliot said as he walked out the door.

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Kenna pulled the ambulance into the bay a little before five. Her head was pounding and her body ached from too many back and forth trips to the hospital. She saw Eliot poking around the burned out car. He had a badge around his neck. Smiling she started restocking the ambulance. She heard the metal on brick before she heard the recoil. She turned and the sun was hitting the cars next door. Eliot hit the ground after the first bullet hit the car. She grabbed her bag and leaped out of the ambulance.

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Eliot had decided Monday's were defiantly the day to stay in bed. He went to the back of the Honda and started looking at where the bomb was placed. Looking up he saw Kenna at the back of her rig. He smiled. He was going to make her the best dinner ever and spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching Monday Night Football. He turned just as he saw the movement on the three story building behind him. He was too late to dive for cover because the bullet already hit his shoulder…as he blacked out the last thing he thought of was he hadn't told Kenna he loved her.

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"Eliot!" She got to the car just as whoever was shooting at him stopped to reload. Kenna threw her bag on the ground and grabbed the Glock she kept in the side pocket. With precise aim she pulled the trigger. The man fell back on the roof of the building across the street. She put the gun back in her bag and turned back to the man lying on the ground beside her. "Eliot, talk to me honey." His eyes were closed. "Damn it Spencer!" Kenna tore open his shirt. "I need a gurney!" She yelled to the firefighter coming toward her. She got on her radio. "Rampart I have a thirty four year old male with multiple GSW's to the chest and abdomen. ETA fifteen minutes."

"Ten four start an IV with a saline drip. Morphine as needed." Kenna swallowed hard and put the com she kept in her ear.

"Hardison."

"Yeah Kenna, what's up?"

"Eliot's been shot. I shot the sniper and he's on the roof of the apartment building across the street from the diner." Kenna slid the badge off Eliot's neck and put it in her bag along with the ID's and pass ports he kept in his inside pocket.

"What…where…what the hell."

"Meet me at Boston General." Kenna and the other paramedic dressed Eliot's wounds and got him on the gurney. "Max you drive."

"Kenna, isn't this guy your boyfriend?" She looked at the older man.

"Just drive Max," The shoved in the gurney and Kenna slammed the door for the twentieth time today and it was the most important run of her career. "You better not die on me Eliot Spencer."

"I ain't going anywhere darlin'." He whispered. She smiled. "How bad?"

"Three, two through and through and one is in your belly." She looked at the blood flowing from his abdomen.

"Did you get the son of a bitch?"

"Hell yeah. I did have to shoot him though." He chuckled then coughed. The monitors stared going off. "ELIOT!" Kenna started CPR. "Max, hurry the hell up!" It was the longest ten minutes of her life.

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Kenna sank to the floor and ran her hands though her hair. Eliot didn't want to get out of bed this morning. He told he didn't want to do another Monday. He had practically begged her to call in. The tears that had threatened all day began to fall. She felt an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey." It was Nate. Kenna buried her face in his shoulder.

"He's in surgery. The bullet would have hit his spleen if he had one. It was lodged in his liver." She sobbed.

"Relax. Eliot is a fighter." Sophie kneeled down in front of her. "Hardison is getting an ID on the shooter."

"Parker?" Kenna knew the thief. She would be as distraught as Kenna if not more.

"We couldn't get her out of the car. We thought you might help with that." Nate helped her up. She was covered in blood. "Maybe after you get cleaned up." Parker was there then.

"Is that…Eliot's blood?" Kenna nodded. "Is he…?"

"No Parker he's in surgery." Kenna touched her shoulder. "It'll be fine." As long as Parker had known Kenna she had never lied to her. The thief nodded.

"Okay." Parker smiled. "I kinda drove him nuts this morning and I really thought I would get the chance to make it up to him."

"You will." Kenna smiled. "I'm going to get cleaned up." She left the others and headed for the nurses lounge.

"She's stronger then we've given her credit for." Sophie said.

"She shot a man today Sophie. We can't cover for her."

"We don't have to. Her gun is clean, no one saw her and Hardison is cleaning up the traffic cam footage." Parker answered.

"How do you know about the gun?" Nate questioned.

"I went through her bag once." Kenna came out of the lounge cleaned up. "Don't tell her I told you." The doctor came out though the swinging door.

"Ms. Hawks?"

"Yeah, how's Eliot?"

"Mr. Spencer lost a lot of blood. The bullet was lodged in his left kidney. It did minimal damage but we're going to watch him closely for the next twenty four hours. "Kenna nodded.

"When can I see him?"

"He'll be out of recovery in about an hour. We'll get him settled in the ICU and then you can see him.

"Thanks." The doctor left. Kenna looked at Nate. "How do you want me to handle the shooting?"

"No one saw you?"

"Most of the street was closed because of the fire. The investigators were inside and other then the traffic cams there isn't any proof I ever fired a gun."

"Just feel the cops out when they question you." Kenna nodded.

"Was this about him or the explosion?"

"I'm leaning toward the explosion. Irish mob involvement. Also that Honda that Eliot was looking over belonged to an ADA." Kenna took a deep breath,

"Well you do what you do and find the bastard who did this because I didn't fight to get this far with that man just to have the Irish mob take him out." Nate pulled Kenna into his arms.

"You got it kid." Nate hoped he could figure this out before it was too late.