Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

mostly to himself. “I am so fucked."
    "I know,” Ty repeated as he tried to support him without hurting him or himself. “You're gonna be just fine,” he promised. “Henninger's got cigarettes for you,” he said as if in consolation as he nodded at the kid.
    Henninger watched them with wide, confused eyes before nodding quickly and fishing for his keys. “In the car,” he told Zane agreeably.
    Zane grimaced. “Why does everything hurt when just one side got banged up? And why did it have to be my gun arm?” he half-whined as Ty got him walking, albeit unsteadily, to follow Henninger, who took off ahead to get his car and move it closer.
    "I used all your ammo anyway,” Ty grumbled. “And then threw your gun at a car. Have fun filling out that paperwork."
    Zane managed to clear through the haze enough to look at Ty as they struggled through the crowd. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
    "If I say yes, will it make you not mad at me?” Ty asked almost teasingly, his voice slightly strained under the bigger man's weight.
    "No,” Zane bit out. He went quiet as they walked several steps. “I asked you to get out of the car."
    "Must not have heard you,” Ty murmured in response.
    "I begged you,” Zane said weakly, but his hand tightened on Ty's arm. “Bastard."
    "I know,” Ty repeated softly, looking around at the various pods of people being tended to and interviewed as they made their way practically unnoticed through them, following Henninger toward the concrete barrier. Henninger pulled up nearly in front of them as they broke free of the perimeter of the wreck site on the other side of the closed-off highway, and Ty groaned as he looked at the two-foot-high concrete median wall. Henninger hopped out and stood on the other side indecisively, unsure of how to help.
    Zane focused on the wall and sighed. “Shit. It's never easy, is it?” Taking a deep breath, he blinked hard and lifted his weight off Ty to stand up straight. By force of will he walked the two steps to the barrier and stepped over it. Both Ty and Henninger had their hands out around him, hovering protectively and looking like parents watching their firstborn take a step. Zane couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them as he took the three more steps to the car and sagged against it. “Okay, I'm done,” he whispered as the pain from his whole right side echoed through him.
    Ty hopped the barrier behind him as Henninger opened the back door for him. “Where to?” Henninger asked worriedly as Ty helped Zane into the back.
    "I don't care,” Ty answered in a low growl. “Somewhere safe."
    Zane sagged back against the seat and closed his eyes, holding his arm close against his chest protectively. His jacket sleeve hung loose over the sling, sliced in several long pieces.
    Nodding, the young agent pulled into traffic and got them moving. “You're going to need help, Grady. Should I call Sears and Ross?"
    "No,” Ty grunted in answer. “ You're gonna help me,” he said in a low, even voice.
    "Me?” Henninger bleated, looking into the mirror again. “I don't have field experience. Sears and Ross would be a lot more help since Garrett can't—” Ty was glaring at him in the rearview mirror, and he trailed off and cleared his throat. “All I'm saying is we need backup,” he continued quietly. “You don't think your presence in New York is going to be all over the Bureau now that this shit has gone down?"
    Ty rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, then back at Zane once more. He had laid his head against Ty's shoulder and wasn't moving at all, and Ty thought he might have passed out. “Call ‘em,” he grunted softly.
    Henninger nodded. “What are you going to do with Garrett?"
    "I don't fucking know!” Ty answered in frustration as he fought with the decisions. “Any suggestions?"
    Henninger looked at him hesitantly. “Could take him to my place,” he offered. Ty frowned at him, nodding. Zane trusted Henninger, and for the most part, so did Ty. They could leave Zane at his place with a guard detail and then they would go after the fucker. There was a hot trail to follow, and part of Ty resented the fact that he was in this car with his injured partner rather than on that trail right now.
    "It's secure,” Henninger assured him. “Key card to get in, that kind of thing."
    "Take us there,” Ty ordered as he pulled his mind off the man who had gone slack against him and back on the man who had once again almost killed them