Don't you hate it...
Oct. 28th, 2013 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlWhen you go to dust off an in-progress fic and discover you can't remember at all where you were going?
Steve’s heart started racing at Danny’s tone and the implication in the words. He made a beeline toward the loudest of the shouts, where people’s exodus from the market was the most chaotic. It was tough going, as he had to take care not to barrel over people who weren’t moving fast enough. That was always a big challenge, and exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. Perps didn’t give a flying fuck who they ran over, but keeping damage to a minimum was a requirement for Five-0. Amid the rush of people heading every direction, he still couldn’t get a line on Calhoun.
He saw Danny clear as anything, though, short and powerful with his hair bright in the sunshine. Out of the corner of his eyes, he also caught Chin and Kono skirting the edge of the market and he mentally applauded them for adapting the box trap to new circumstances, as if they’d do anything less. Steve knew they’d get the job done, so he refocused his attention on Danny. He followed his partner’s unwavering line of pursuit and finally reset his sights on Calhoun, understood immediately Danny’s cursing.
Calhoun had gotten his hands on a small girl and was dragging her by her left wrist and her ponytail. The girl looked too scared to fight much, but was digging her heels in when she could. Good girl. Her instinct of self-preservation was keeping Calhoun from using her has a shield so far. All they needed was a few minutes. They wanted him alive, but, well, things happened sometimes to prevent that and if any of them could get a good angle, they would not hesitate.
Steve’s heart started racing at Danny’s tone and the implication in the words. He made a beeline toward the loudest of the shouts, where people’s exodus from the market was the most chaotic. It was tough going, as he had to take care not to barrel over people who weren’t moving fast enough. That was always a big challenge, and exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. Perps didn’t give a flying fuck who they ran over, but keeping damage to a minimum was a requirement for Five-0. Amid the rush of people heading every direction, he still couldn’t get a line on Calhoun.
He saw Danny clear as anything, though, short and powerful with his hair bright in the sunshine. Out of the corner of his eyes, he also caught Chin and Kono skirting the edge of the market and he mentally applauded them for adapting the box trap to new circumstances, as if they’d do anything less. Steve knew they’d get the job done, so he refocused his attention on Danny. He followed his partner’s unwavering line of pursuit and finally reset his sights on Calhoun, understood immediately Danny’s cursing.
Calhoun had gotten his hands on a small girl and was dragging her by her left wrist and her ponytail. The girl looked too scared to fight much, but was digging her heels in when she could. Good girl. Her instinct of self-preservation was keeping Calhoun from using her has a shield so far. All they needed was a few minutes. They wanted him alive, but, well, things happened sometimes to prevent that and if any of them could get a good angle, they would not hesitate.
