tw: mentions of probably inaccurate google translate french and, mentions of blood, open wounds and bullet wounds.
dedication and credit go to: doppellicious, for the idea :)
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"Sam!" Fallon ran over to the old man, who was leaning against the entrance of the mansion, unconscious but still breathing.
"Oh my god." Spencer breathed out a she saw the bullet wound in Sam's side, a flow of blood trickling out of it. "Here, press it against the wound to stem the flow. An ambulance is on its way." He ripped off his vest and gave it to Fallon.
She nodded and held back tears as she did as Spencer instructed her.
"Angel, the team is going to take a look around and see whether they can find any leads." Aaron ran up to her. "I want you to stay with Sam, he needs you right now."
"I'll still be able to help you guys and work the case, right?" Fallon asked softly, her voice broken and wobbling as she cried.
Aaron knelt down and wiped a couple stray tears from her cheeks. "Of course you will. I know better than to kick you off, you'll just go rogue and I can't have that."
Fallon chuckled tearfully and Aaron offered her a small smile as he stood up again. "Stay here Fallon. We'll be back."
She nodded and focused all her attention on Sam, who she noticed was slowly waking up.
"Sam?" Fallon called out. "You scared me so much." She smiled tearfully at him when he opened his eyes.
"Fallon." He breathed out. "Thank god you came."
Fallon nodded at him, "Sam, what happened?"
Sam grimaced in pain, taking labored breaths as Fallon pressed Spencer's blood soaked sweater vest to his open wound.
"They," he coughed violently. "They came in through the door," Fallon noticed the door had been blown of its hinges. "Shot me and one of Carter's bodyguards and took them. I'm pretty sure there were three—" he coughed again, "—three of them, and one got shot by the bodyguard."
"Thank you Sam, for trying to protect them." Fallon cried.
Sam held out his one hand, bringing it to her cheek. "I will always be here to protect you Fallon." Fallon sobbed when he called her by her name. "Always."
His voice slowly trailed off as his eyes closed.
"No." Fallon whimpered as she checked his wound, noticing that the bleeding hadn't stopped. "NO SAM." She screamed, shaking him slightly.
It was at that moment that the paramedics arrived and ran right up to them.
"Help him." Fallon cried as they made quick work of getting the bleeding under control and hooking him up to a monitor—his heart hadn't stopped, but his pulse was thready and barely there. "Please." She whispered.
