okay...it's on teh right board this time.........

okay this is a totally off the wall fan fic, just, well sort of, popped in my head. (kinda got the idea from watching JAG the other day :) But anyway..here it is..tell me if I should continue or if it sucks! thanx!

"You are kidding \me?" CD said, trying not to laugh in teh elevator full of people.
"No...I'm not...she gave me her dad's number and said 'callmy dad and see if we can go another date," Nate whispered.
CD surpressed a laugh.
"It's not funny CD, it's truly sad," Nate said, nudging CD with his arm.
Suddenly the elevator gave a jolt. CD hit the walla nd gripped the railing, while Nate just steadied himself.
Reaching out, he helped steady CD. "You okay?"
CD nodded. "Yeah,"
"Is everybody all right?" Nate called out.
"What the heck is going on?" an elderly lady asked as a man, about her age, helped her stand.
Silenve covered the group as the lights flickered, then went out. Then everybody started yelling and pounding at the walls and doors.
"Nate!" CD yelled over the dun, tugging at his coat sleeve.
Nate turned to her.
"We need to quite them down,"
Nate nodded. "SFPD FREEZE!" he yelled.
Everybody froze.
Nate looked at CD, "I think that worked," he mumbled.
CD rolled her eyes. "Everybody keep cal. I'm Inspector De Lorenzo adn this is my partner..Inspector Basso. We aren't getting anywhere by yelling and hitting the elevator,"
"Are you people behind this?" the old lady asked.
"Now why would the SFPD-"
"No," CD cut Nate off, "We aren't ma'am, But we will figure out what the problem is,"
"Does anyone have a flashlight...or something that we can use for light?" Nate asked.
"Here," a young man said, handing him a thumb flashlight.
Nate shone the light on the 4 other people in teh elevator, then shut it off. Turning to CD, he mumbled, "Now what?"
CD sighed. " I don't know, but this has gotta be bad. A 7 story hospital and teh power goes out,"
Nate nodded. "yea,"
"Hey, don't elevators have a trap door at the top?"
Nate shone the light around the ceiling of the elevator. "Bingo," he said, seeing the outlines of one.
"What are you gonna do?"
Nate took off his coat and called over the toung man. "Give me a boost up here,"
"Um...do you know what you are doing Nate?" CD asked as Nate handed her his coat.
"Honestly no, but what a better time to figure out," he grinned, then was booted up out of the elevator.
Pulling himself up, he shaned the light around and looked up the shaft. Walking over to edge he pressed his palm against the wall and looked down past the elevator. He gulped. That was a LONG way down.
"Well?" CD called up.
"Nothing," he yelled back.
Suddenly the elevator gave another jerk, and started down again. The jolt slammed teh trap door shut and tossed Nate to teh ground.
"Nate!" CD yelled.
The elevator gave a beep and the doors slid open.
Three men with AK-47's greeted them. "Hands in the air! This hospital is under a lockdown," one of them yelled!

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OMG!! POST MORE!!! IS NATE ALRIGHT?!?! ARE THEY ALRIGHT?!?!

ANSWER ME CHILD!! *has a spazz attack*

*takes a deep breath* I'm ok...I'm good...POST MORE ASAP!!!!!

Originally posted by Ewan's My Man
OMG!! POST MORE!!! IS NATE ALRIGHT?!?! ARE THEY ALRIGHT?!?!

ANSWER ME CHILD!! *has a spazz attack*

*takes a deep breath* I'm ok...I'm good...POST MORE ASAP!!!!!

:lol: :lol: Yeah..what she said...but a lil more calmly...post more :D

CD's heart raced, her head started to feel light as she raised her hands up slightly over her head. Glancing up one last time at the trap door, she quickly followed the rest as they filed out of the elevator.

Nate walked out of his bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen. He smiled at the scene that greeted him, and leaned against the doorway. Only in jeans and a muscle tee, he was surprised at how comfortable he felt.
CD turned around and looked at him. In a baggy black adidas shirt and red adidas pants, she walked over to him. "Hey you," she said, walking up to him, she touched his face gently with her hand and kissed him.
Nate returned the kiss, before CD pulled away with a grin.
"Thought you weren't going to wake up for a while," she said, walking back to the counter, she picked up a plate of eggs and handed them to him.
"The smell woke me up," he said, taking the plate and walking towards teh tiny two person table.
CD poured two glasses of orange juice and set them on the table. Taking her seat across from Nate, she looked at him. "You know Captain will have her buts we if we are late again,"
"Oh..but it's fun being late..actually the reason for being late is fun,"
"Nate," CD mumbled, a grin coming to her mouth.
Nate smiled and shuffled the egg around on his plate.
"What's wrong?"
"CD you can't cook,"
"Yea?"
""So how did you do this?"
"I gave a shot at it," she mumbled.
Nate took a forkfull of the egg, a mischevious look appearing on his face. "This is good,"
"See for all you know there could be a great chef in me, I just have to find it,"
Nate looked at her. "It's a little too good," he looked around teh kitchen, his eyes resting on the garbage pale.
CD looked at him, then at teh garbage pale, then back at Nate.
Nate stood quickly and ran over to it.
"No, Nate," CD followed him, grasping his arm, she tried to pull him away.
But Nate looked in and saw the box from Perkins resting underneath the brown paper bag it came in. "AH ha!" he yelled.
CD let go him.
Nate picked up the box adn waved it in front of CD's face. "You are such a liar," he laughed.
"Give that," CD said, reaching for the box.
"No," Nate held it ouf of reach for her.
"Nate, come on," CD stepped closer and reached for it again.
Nate looked down at her, a smile spread wide across his face. Leaning down he wrapped one arm around CD's waist and brought her closer to him. Kissing her tenderly, he forgot he was still holding the box in the air.
CD returned the kiss. Her hands resting on his forearms.
Nate let go of the box and brought his hand around to CD's face as they started moving out of the kitchen, and though it was just a light box, it landed like it was 100 pounds....

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:eek: Do you even have to ask?? :D Of course!! Post more!! :wave:

MORE!!!!!!!!!!! BTW glad to know i'm not the only J.A.G fan!!

Hey, i'll post more l8tr tonight..i have to go to Lit Class right now so..c ya!

Originally posted by Yankee Girl
Hey, i'll post more l8tr tonight..i have to go to Lit Class right now so..c ya!

GOOOODDDD Well, post more soon!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE :D Sorry, I'm in class and I'm reaaalllyyy bored, so ya know... :D anyways, post more soon!!!

MOOOOOOOOORE!

And everyone who can get on during class-ya all suck! i can only get on during 1st, 2nd and 5th periods, but even then i'm usually doing school work! I'm the only person who can even use the computer too, because I have a laptop that I have to have because w/ my cancer, if I am having problems or something and I need to reach my mom, I can only do that by internet *smiles real big* although I always use my priviliges for allthe wrong reasong!!!

anyway, more please :)

Here's more..........

Nate slowly opened his eyes. He looked up into the tall gray shaft, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Where the heck am I?" he mumbled, pushed himself up, he was surprised at how much his head hurt. He looked around, he was in his kitchen a minute ago, kissing CD, how did he end up in an elevator shaft. Then it all came back to him. The elevator got stuck and he went up to try and find out what the problem was, and then it started again and he got thrown to the ground. Last thing he heard was a deep, thickly accented voice saying 'under lockdown', then he slipped out of it.
Running his head along the back of his head he found no blood, cut or lump, so no serious damage.
Turning over on his stomach he listened intently for about five minutes for any noise in the elevator. Nothing.
He stood, but then leaned against the wall. His legs were shaky and his head was still spinning. His mind still went to CD. If she was all right? and what the heck were they doing in his dream? Well, whatever it was he liked it. But he couldn't think about that now. He had to figure out what was going on here and now, he'd get back to the dream later.
Standing once again, he pulled his gun from his holster and slowly opened the trap door. Looking around he satisfied himself that nobody was around.

CD was led, along with the others, to the cafeteria, where everyone else in the hospital were being held.
A hand pushed her down to her knees. "Nobody moves," a man shouted throughout the room, pushing down people who were still standing.
CD turned around and leaned against the wall. Letting out a big sigh she ran her hands over her face. "Oh my gosh,"she mumbled looking around at all of the white men with machine guns and ak47s. One at each entrance/exit and four in the middle of the room. CD counted 9 just in the cafeteria, she knew there must be more scattered through out the hospital.
She only hoped Nate would somewho get help. She hoped that he was okay too. She was sure their captors were scrounging around the halls picking off anything that moved. A lump formed in her throat and her mouth went dry at the thought of anything happening to Nate. She could feel her head becoming light and her hands started to shake.
Catching herself, before tears started to come, she looked down at his coat in her hands. Fingering the collar slowly, she smelled the faint scent of his cologne. It smelled good. He always smelled good, now that she looked back on it.
One of the mens with a gun walked by eyeing them up and down as he went. As he passed her, she reached down and pulled her coat closer around her stomach, not wanting her gun to show.

Peter Dwellings looked out the window at the top floor of the hospital. Police had surrounded the place, just like he wanted them too. Now it was time, for the first move. Reaching down at the chess board he just finished setting up. He moved a pawn one space forward, then reached for the phone...

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Sorry it took so long to post. I was sick and couldn't get on. sO..posssstttt mooooorrrrreeeeee

Nate kept his body pressed up against the wall, his gun clutched in his hand, he peered in each room he passed. Most were empty, but they were the ones were people lay fast asleep, unaware to the chaos going on about them.
Poking his head in room, a older man held out his hand to stop him. "Sonny, come here,"
Nate put a finger to his mouth in order to quiet the man.
"What in the blazes is goin on?" the man whispered.
"I don't know, but i'm going to find out, just stay put," Nate replied.
"Sonny..here," the old man reached across and grabbed something off his nightstand. "Take this, you might need it more then me right now," he tossed Nate a cellphone.
Nate looked at the cell then up at the man. "Nate Basso, SFPD,"
"Cmdr. Ryan Dogling,"
"Are you in need of anything, sir?"
The man studied Nate for a moment. "No, no..just..you better be goin and find that girl you're after. Make sure she's all right,"
Nate looked at teh quizically.
"I know that look...go on,"
Nate glanced at the man one more time, before slipping out of the room. Findind the cleaning room at the end of the hall, he slipped in and propped the mop across the door for assurance.
"Capta-"
"Captain, it's Nate,"
"Nate?"
"Captain, you know about Mercy Hospital being taken over,"
"Most of my squads are there, where are you?"
"In the cleaning room of Mercy Hopspital,"
"You WHERE?"
"CD and I came here to check out the strange stuff happening. I think we've figured it out, but we got seperated. They have CD and everyone else in teh hospital held somewhere,"
"How did you get seperated from CD?"
"Long story, Captain. What's the situation though, has anybody made any calls?"
"We just recieved a call from a Peter Dwellings. He seems to be the head of it all. It seems his brother, their gang leader, is on death row for killing 5 cops about a couple months ago. They said they will kill a hostage in front of the windows, every time their demands are not fulfilled,"
Nate heart stopped. He was silent.
"Nate, they're gotta be about at LEAST a hundred hostages, the chances are-"
"I know Captain,"
"CD's a good cop, she can hold her on. She know's what to do. Listen, right now, you're all we've got let me finish. The elevators are operable, there are no traps anywhere, so he says. We need you to tell us what you see. Where people are set up, if they're really AREN'T any traps..you got that?"
"Uh..yeaa..I think..yea," Nate wiped the sweat escaping from his brow.
"Okay. Call me back when you do that or un less something happens. Don't worry, she'll be fine,"
"Yea," Nate said, then hung up. His heart wouldn't stop racing, he couldn't think straight. If something happened to CD...he couldn't just walk around the hospital scouting. CD was in trouble, deep trouble, especially if they found out she was a cop. Glancing around the room, he noticed a pair of janitor outfits. Walking over he sized them up to himself. "Better be a crew then a civilian," he mumbled, peeling off his shirt.

CD watched as the men paced the floors in front of them. Their guns roaming over the hostages, making the hostages scared stiff. Nobody moved, nobody said a word.
Feeling the gun through her jacket, she sighed. wondering where Nate what was and how he was doing.
Suddenly, an old lady, who CD had noticed looking around nervously, got to her feet and started running towards the door.
"I can't stay here. I have to get home. Home is where I need to be," she mumbled to herself.
Nobody tried to stop her, and CD knew if somebody didn't the lady would get shot down. "No! Lady get back," CD yelled, jumping to her feet, as the old lady passed her, she reached out and grabbed the old lady, just as bullets pierced the air....

Sorry, ti's been soo long..iv'e been drowning myself in my schoolwork, trying to catch up in my math..i'm homeschooled..but i'll try to keep posting more regularly.

o0o0o0ok - I understand that wholde homeschooling thing...Just post more whenever you get the chance! :D

Originally posted by Yankee Girl
Sorry, ti's been soo long..iv'e been drowning myself in my schoolwork, trying to catch up in my math..i'm homeschooled..but i'll try to keep posting more regularly.

I can understand the homeschooling. I'm homeschooled too- waiting for my next shipment though so I have a little break. :)

Keep going! I just read this whole fan-fiction last night, but forgot to reply. So when I read the next post today I decided to. You're a good writer, and I'm enjoying the story. Keep it up.

Nate was walking down the hall, his gun he placed back in it's holster, when he heard the gun fire and a loud yell. His eyes got wide as he kept to the wall and ran down the hallway.

CD lay on the ground. Her left arm throbbing pain as soon as the two bullets encase themselves in it. Holding her arm close to her side with her right hand, she glanced over at the old lady, who's body was rittled with bullets. She was dead.
Pressing her eyes shut she breathed heavily as the pain intensified.
"Hey, Josh, get over here!" one of the men said, he was bending over CD, his gun pointed at her.
CD heard shuffling, but didn't dare open her eyes. She heard the heavy breathing of someone, as he knelt down beside her. She opened her eyes and saw one of the men, looking at her.
He reached over and quickly pulled her gun from side. He turned it over in his hand, and then looked back at CD. "Now why would a lady, being carrying a 9mm?"
CD glared at the man.
"Maybe it's because," He reached his hand in CD's coat pocket and pulled out her ID. "...she's a cop,"
"A cop? I shot a cop?" the young man, still standing, said shakily.
"You shot..Inspector Candace De Lorenzo, Kyle," Josh said smugly.
Kyle's brow furrowed in worry. "Is she gonna die?"
Josh glanced at the wound. "Just flesh wounds, she'll be all right," he said. Reached down he gripped, CD's wounded arm and pulled her to her feet.
CD yelled in pain and almost collapsed from the amount of it. But locking her knees, she stood warily.
"Hey, Josh," another guy called out. He was bending over Nate's coat, she dropped on her attempt to save the old lady. "Looky here,"
"What is it?" Josh said, still gripping CD's arm.
"There's another one. A Nate Basso. He's not in this room,"
Josh looked at CD. "Is he you're partner?"
CD was silent.
"Answer me!" he yelled, pointing the gun at CD's throat.
"Yes," CD said.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know,"
"You're lying,"
"I DON'T know," CD yelled back.
Josh glared at CD. "Find him Toby, bring him here, and we'll kill him,"
"No," CD said.
"Why not?"
CD was silent again. Why did she say anything.
Another smug smile crossed Josh's face. "I know how we can get you're partner to show his face," he said.

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:eek: :eek: MORE!!!!

moooooooooooore!!!!!

my dumb PC has been broken for three days and my laptop isn't working either :( I couldn't get online for three days, I almost died!

now, I REALLY WANT MORE!

CD was pulled into a seperate room, it looked to be an office. Her arm now, imobile from the pain, was in a crooked position across her stomach. Her head was also spinning from the pain, bit she bit her lip and said nothing, doing her best to not faint.
Closing the door behind them, CD saw a man, dressed in khakis and red Polo shirt. He looked up at her. "Ah..the Inspector,"
Josh let go of CD's arm, relieving the pain somewhat.
"Josh , Kyle, go be on the look, i'll make the propersition,"

Nate stopped at one of the reception desks and hid behind it. Looking around for some sort of clue or different kind of weapon, he froze when he heard a click, and fuzzy sound.
"Nathan Basso,"
Nate froze, as the speaker on the intercom said his name.
"This is Peter Dwellings..we have a propisition for you.."

Sorry this is short guys, but i'm babysitting my little sis tonight and she's crying her head off right now...i'll try to post more tonight!

Okay....well its great! Post ASAP

Are ya ever gonna update?!?!?!?!?!?! I really, really, really want to read some more!!!! update please!!!

Hey..i'm so0o0o0o sorry i haven't updated. Things have been like craaaaaazy for me, and i'm not kidding! But anyway..okay..um..here's more...

Nate leaned close to the phone, holding his breath.
"Your lady friend here is wounded, quite badly I must say, and right now..I believe you are the only who can save her,"
Nate gripped his gun tightly and glared at the phone, as if he could strangle the man on the other end by looking at it. His anger boiled to the point of him wanting to scream, but he held it in. CD, his CD, was hurt, shot. Tears surpressed his eyes as the image came to his head, but he pushed them back, far back. CD was a fighter, and a dang good one, she would be okay.
Picking up the phone he spoke, his words laced with steel , "If you hurt her anymore, I swear to God I will personal but a bullet in your heart,"
"Big words coming from a man who has little control over anything," Peter said with cackle.
"Let me talk to her,"
"After we talk,"
"No. Now,"
There was silence.
"You have 1 minute,"
Nate heard shuffling on the other end, and a small yelp from CD.
"Nate," her voice sounded strong, yet fear still hinted its presence there.
"CD, are you okay?"
"I'm okay..it's just a flesh wound, not that bad," CD gripped the phone in her hand.
"Okay, just hang on okay, I'll get you outta there, you're going to be okay,"
"Nate," CD whispered his name in the phone as the pain from the gun shot, started to make her feel dizzy.
"CD, I'm gonna get you outta there okay. Captain knows I'm here, she knows WE'RE here..it's going to be okay, where are you?"
CD glanced around the rooom and took a deep breath, expecting a blow that would come during her response, but she had to do it. "Very top floor, Nate, don't-" the rest was cut off as Nate heard a sickening thud.
He felt his world crashing around him as he heard shuffling around and another thud, then a laugh. "CD," he whispered into the phone, his heart pounding. He leaned against the wall and fell to the ground.
"There are 5 men in ALL in this op. 5 men holding up at a hospital. All I ask is that you give yourself up, and we won't kill her,"
"You'll kill us both anyway,"
"Maybe, but there is a possibitily you could survive..could you live with her death on your head?"

This is really good!!! Post more soon! and what happened to One Hour?!

Nate flipped the phone off and shoved it in his pocket. He let out a frusterated sigh and restrained himself from pounding his fist in the wall. "This is NOT happening," he mumbled. Getting to his feet, he made his way down the hall towards the stairwells. About to push open the door, he paused and thought a moment. "What are you doing Nate? You're going up a stairwell," he said to himself, "Why not? Well duh, think Nate, there are probably guys in there waiting to blow your head off," he was quite for a moment, "Good point. But now what," he looked around the wide, clear hall ways. Suddenly an idea clicked in his head. "You're nuts," he mumbled to himself, once again, as he put his plan into motion. "Yea, but how else are ya gonna save the woman you love," Nate froze as he heard himself speak those words. He shook his head and continued with his plan.

CD came to about 30 minutes later. Her arm was stiff and burned like crazy. And her headach was just about to top off at level: migraine. Trying to grasp her situation, she tried to pull herself up, only resulting in a burning and aching in her chest. She leaned back down and sighed painfully. Sleep wanted to overcome her, but she she couldn't sucome to it. Fighting one more time to sit up, she suceeded and found herself to be alone in a hospital room. Pushing herself up against a wall, she caught her breath. Slowly, EVER so slowly, she manged to stand. Taking a few steps toward the bed she leaned her self against it and tried to come up with an idea of what to do next. Suddenly she heard a commotion and an alarm going off. Yelling and then gun shots. '9 mm, Nate!' she thought, her hopes leaping at the thought of seeing him again.
CD jumped when her door was thrown open. Two men came rushing in, closing the door behind them. One of them walked over to CD. "Get back down," he ordered shoving her down beside the bed.
CD yelped in pain, but didn't move after his action. She sat there, biting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her, as seh looked down the barrel of a gun.

Nate cautiously walked over to the body. His gun trained on it, he took a deep breath when he saw that the man was not breathing. Tucking his gun in his holster, he dragged the man into one of the empty hospital rooms. Happy, inside, with himself that his plan had worked. '1 down, 4 to go," he humbled, looking at the man in disgust. Slowly and carefully he felt him over, searching for a clue of to who the man was. Finding a 9mm in a shoulder strap and a full clip, he pocketed that and continued searching for an id. He found one in the man's coat pocket.

ooh...more!!! please :-)

me been waiting long time, me depressed, me want more fanfiction, please?!