S.W.A.T Fanfiction

The Letter

Hondo pulled a black t-shirt over his head, smoothing the wrinkles out of the SWAT emblem on his chest. He walked to the dresser and pulled open the drawer to grab a pair of socks when he sighed and picked up the shirt, running the fabric through his hands. He thought he had given Jess all her stuff back, but apparently not. This whole situation really did suck. No. No, this is the way it has to be. He threw the shirt, grabbed his socks, and soon headed out the door.

Later…

"Good morning." Jess said as she walked down the hall, catching up with Hondo as he walked towards the team room.

"Hey. I found this in my drawer this morning. Figured you might want it back." He said, handing her a bag with the shirt inside. She looked at it and sighed.

"Things could be different...I could switch.." Jess started to say before Hondo cut her off. "No. Your not going anywhere! This place needs you. Your doing some really amazing things here, and maybe one day it'll be different, but not now. Besides, I still get to see you everyday." Hondo said as they walked into the kitchen.

"Yea. Yea, I guess you're right. It just sucks sometimes. Some of the things you guys do scare me. Like seeing you on top of that truck last week." Jess said, replaying the video of him on top of the armored truck, and how scared she had been that he would fly off into the oncoming traffic.

"Hey. Don't worry, I've got four of the best cops in this place watching my back." Hondo said, and pulled open a cookbook to plan dinner for that night. He opened the book, and an envelope fell onto the table in front of Jess. She picked it up and looked at it, getting a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was addressed to her.

"Forgot that was in there." Hondo said, taking it from her hand and carefully placing it back in the book.

"Lets hope I never have to open it." She said. He nodded, then looked back at the recipe.

Later…

"As many of you know, there's been a string of armed bank robberies in South LA in the last few weeks. They have been done by a crew of recently paroled convicts, Carlos Vasquez, Charlie White, and Luke Owen. This is the house they are holed up in." Jess said, looking at the team who were standing around the table.

"We traced their online presence, and this is what came up." Hondo said. They all looked at the screen that showed the search histories of the three men.

"How to make a bomb, bomb parts, most deadly bombs. Their criminals. Did they forget that their search histories are monitored while their on parole?" Street said.

"I never said they were the smartest criminals. Anyway, we have the address of the house their crashing at. Let's go get them!" Hondo said.

Later…

Luca pulled the SWAT truck up outside the address.

"Alright everyone, you know the drill. These guys won't go down without a fight. Fill the gaps, stay liquid!" he said, as everyone joined in for their catch phrase. They jumped out of the back and moved in formation towards the house. They crowded around the front door and waited as Tan placed the charge on the door, and blew it off its hinges, then charged inside.

"Metro SWAT drop your weapons!" Deacon yelled, and watched as two of the three suspects put their guns on the table. Luca and Tan ran over cuffed them while Street pulled away the guns.

"Deke, on me!" Hondo yelled. Deacon taped him twice on the shoulder, then they moved towards the room in the back where the music was blaring. Hondo looked back and Deacon, then returned his haze to the room. He kicked the door open, gun ready, but instead was met with a fierce pain that three him back against the hallway wall and onto the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened. He had been shot.

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"Hondo!" Deacon yelled, fear gripping him as he watched him drop to the floor. Deacon pumped the room full of bullets, watching the third suspect fall. As soon as he did, he dropped to his knees next to Hondo.

"Hondos down! Call an ambulance!" Deacon said to the rest of the team as they came to join the pair.

"Command this is Officer Luca I need a immediate bus to my location, I've got an officer down!" he called into the radio. Deacon pulled the vest off then pressed a hand onto the wound directly underneath Hondo's collar bone. Street sprinted back down the hall after tearing the kitchen apart for a clean cloth. He handed it to Deacon who pressed it hard against the wound. The pressure sent a surge of pain through Hondo's chest, bringing him back to reality. He opened his eyes, trying to steady his breathing and focus of the faces above him.

"Hey! Come on Hondo, keep your eyes open. Come on, focus on me." Deacon said. "I'ma…..be…...fine.." Hondo croaked out.

"I know. I know you will, but you gotta stay awake. This ain't your first rodeo. Stay with me." Deacon said, remembering the scar on his friends stomach. When he had asked about it, he wasn't given much other than that it was from his days in the Marine Corps. The rest of the team stood watching helplessly as their team leaders eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep them open, then soon gave in.

"Hondo?! Hey! Hondo!" Luca said, fear flooding into all of them. He knelt down quickly, pressing two fingers to his neck.

"He...he doesn't have a pulse!" Luca said, the words sticking in his throat on the way out. He jumped into action, starting compressions as they heard the screech of the ambulance tires as they pulled up to the curb and two paramedics ran in. They carefully took over the jobs of the two officers. After a minute that felt like an eternity, the paramedic stopped compressions.

"He's back. Let's get him to the hospital." the medic said. They strapped an oxygen mask onto his face and his body onto a backboard. The team followed the stretcher out of the house and watched as Deacon jumped into the back, and he doors were slammed shut behind him.

Back at the station…

Jess sat at her desk, flipping through paperwork. She tried to focus on the files in front of her, but for some reason her mind couldn't get away from the letter that she had held this morning. Hondo was the first guy in a long time that had made her feel like a queen. But he was right. Now wasn't a good time. Maybe one day, things will be different. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of her door open. She looked up to see Hicks standing in the doorway. Worry filled the air when she saw the look on his face. Something was wrong.

"Hondo's been shot. It's bad." He said. Her heart dropped to her stomach, words alluding her. She quickly got up and ran towards her car.

In a crowded waiting room…

Deacon wore ruts in the floor as he paced back and forth. The rest of the team sat in the chairs nearby. As he turned around, Chris locked her gaze on his arm, and quickly walked over.

"Deke. Hey, your bleeding." She said, looking as a drop of blood landed on the side of his pants.

"Its...Its not mine. I'm fine." He said with a sigh.

"No, it's definitely yours." She said, as all the attention shifted to him. They didn't hear the click of heels on the floor.

"How is He? Is everything ok?" Jess asked with a pause as she joined the group now staring intently at Deacon.

"Hondos in surgery. It looks like Deacon got clipped on the arm and didn't know it." Luca said.

"Guys, it's nothing. I'm not the one to be focusing on right now." He answered, pulling away.

"I don't know man, your bleeding pretty bad. It looks deep." Street said when Chris gently pushed the shirt sleeve up.

"He's right, that needs stitches. Nurse? Can I get a nurse over here?" Jess said. Deacon sighed and reluctantly followed the woman into an open room.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, the image replayed itself over and over in his mind. Hondo laying their, Luca breathlessly trying to bring him back, blood everywhere.

He flinched when the nurse stuck the needle into his skin.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to numb it sir?" the nurse asked.

"Huh? Oh, uh..no. No. This ain't my first rodeo. I'll be ok." He answered, wanting only to be back with the rest of his team.

/

Everyone looked up as the doctor walked towards them. They all stood to hear the news. It was getting late, and the mental exhaustion showed on everyone's faces.

"The surgery went well. The bullet entered just below his left collarbone and clipped an artery on the way out. That's the reason for all the blood loss and why he coded on scene. We are giving him a transfusion and monitoring his blood pressure, but another event in highly unlikely. He's going to be just fine." Dr. Connor said.

"Thank you. Can we see him?" Jess asked.

"Sure, but he won't be awake for a little while. I'd suggest going home and getting some sleep. Come back tomorrow, he'll be more coherent then. I'll have a nurse take you to his room whenever your ready." He answered. Jess nodded, and the rest of the team thanked him. They all stood for a few seconds, letting the words soak in. He's going to be just fine.

"You heard him. Go home, get some sleep. I'll stay with him. If anything changes, I've got you guys on speed dial." Jess said, turning to the group. They nodded, and left together. Jess walked down the hall with the nurse and stopped at the door to the room. She stood staring at all the wires attached to him, his chest rising and falling steadily. She slowly sat in the chair, and folded her hand into his.

Later…

Hondo looked up as the door to his room opened and the whole crew filed in. Deacon set a brown paper bag on his tray and watched the smile grow on his face.

"You didn't!" Hondo said with happiness, looking at the label on the bag.

"We did. Hospital food is the worst, and your favorite sub shop happens to be on the way." Tan said, handing him lunch.

"So goes the wing Deke?" Hondo asked.

"This? Nah, it's nothing, just a few stitches." Deacon answered, deflecting the attention.

"And the two suspects?" Hondo asked.

"Once we convinced them they could somehow be charged with attempted murder of a police officer, they both spilled their guts. They might have been in an interrogation room before, but they obviously had never shot a cop before." Jess said.

"Dude, you get off work for a few days, enjoy It! Focus on something else for once! Like how my Yankees are gonna kick the Angels ass!" Mumford chimed in. Laughter and booing filled the room.

"Not a chance!" Hondo replied, and the room erupted into a friendly yet competitive debate.

Later…

The rest of the visitors had gone back to the work, leaving Jess and Hondo alone for the first time since he had woken up. She stared at him, tracing the veins in his hand with her finger.

"Why so quiet? What's going on up there?" Hondo asked with a soft smile.

"You really scared me. I thought I was actually going to have to open…"

"Hey. Stop that. Your not getting rid of me that easy. I'll see you at work every morning for the rest of my life." He said, cutting her off.

"Oh really?" she asked with a smirk, picturing him as an old, wrinkled man, still carrying a gun.

"Really. I love you." He said, squeezing her hand.

"I love you to." She answered.