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Ain’t that a Kick in the Dick

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, T.K. Strand

Summary: A cop and a ranger walk into a barn...and it's possible neither will walk out alive. When Carlos and his father are taken hostage on their own property, it will take a lot more than their combined law enforcement skills to save them. Written for the @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Stitches.

A/N: In this fic you'll meet Francesca (Carlos' younger sister) and Adriana (his cousin). I made them up and I adore them to pieces so they're back. Special thanks to @bluenet13 who loves these girls as much as I do and is always happy when I add them to my fic!

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“Thank you again for coming over today mijo,” Gabriel said as Carlos washed his hands at the kitchen sink. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

A large tree had fallen and taken out a significant amount of fencing around the property during a major storm last week. Carlos had come out on his day off to help straighten things out.

“I’m just glad I could help,” Carlos told him, reaching for a kitchen towel. “It felt good to put some of my ranching skills back into action.”

“Well that’s a change,” Gabriel said with a twinkle in his eye. “I seem to remember a time when it was very difficult to get you and your sisters to do chores.”

“Yeah, well, I had more important things to worry about back then,” Carlos told him, smiling. “Like baseball. And whose cows we were going to tip on Friday night.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “You and your friends really seemed determined to put me into an early grave sometimes.”

Something outside of the kitchen window caught Carlos’ eye and he frowned. “Did we leave the barn light on?”

Gabriel followed his gaze and sure enough light was glinting through the windows. “I didn’t think so.”

“I’ll go turn it off,” Carlos said, but Gabriel raised a hand to stop him. “No, no. I’ve got it. You already washed up. And better you get dinner started than me. If I do it we’ll be ordering take out.”

“You could learn to cook!” Carlos called after him.

“Old dog!” Gabriel yelled back.

Carlos chuckled and pulled the fish he’d brought from the refrigerator as well as some potatoes and ingredients for a salad. T.K. would be joining them for dinner, along with his sister Francesca and cousin Adriana. His mother was out of town for the weekend visiting her tía so it was up to Carlos to cook if they wanted to eat tonight.

He spent about fifteen minutes with the fish and then checked his watch with a frown. Walking back to the window he could see the barn light was still on. Maybe his dad had gotten distracted?

He gave it another five minutes, washing up the potatoes and sticking them in the oven before he checked again; light still on, no sign of his father.

Concern niggled at the back of Carlos’ mind. His dad was getting older, what if he’d fallen in the barn or was having a heart attack or something? He’d said his hypertension was under control but…

Carlos glanced at his watch again then decided there was no point in standing there worrying. He’d go help his dad with whatever project he’d jumped into and come back in time to cook the fish.

The air was starting to cool as the sun set, the sky streaked with orange, purple, and stars already starting to prick pinholes in the darkness to come as Carlos walked back out toward the barn. “I thought we said we weren’t going to worry about those other posts tonight,” Carlos called as he came within reach of the open barn door.

There was no response. “Dad?” he said, reaching to pull the door wider.

Someone groaned and fear flared in Carlos’ chest as he yanked the door wide and found his father sprawled on the floor blood covering one side of his face. “Dad!”

Carlos started toward him but Gabriel held up a hand. “Carlos,” he said weakly, “behind you.”

Carlos turned and immediately ducked, a shovel just barely missing his own head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he yelled, backing up, hands held high. “What the hell is going on here?”

“See Elliot? I told you he was lying about other people being in the house,” a man said, the shovel still held in both his hands. Carlos caught a glimpse of a gun tucked into his belt. “Not good Major Reyes, not good.”

“You were right Bobby,” a second man, presumably Elliot, said, stepping out of the shadows, a handgun held loosely at his side. “Can’t trust a Texas Ranger as far as you can throw ‘em.”

“Let him go,” Gabriel wheezed. “He’s just a ranch hand.”

“A ranch hand who calls you dad? Nice try,” Elliot said with a roll of his eyes.

“Whatever is going on here, I’m sure we can sort it out,” Carlos said eyeing them warily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “Whatever you want we are happy to give you.”

“Can you give us the last fifteen years back?” Bobby asked with a sneer.

This was personal. Shit. Carlos glanced down at his father. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, it’s a bad idea,” Carlos said calmly. “He’s a Texas Ranger. And I’m an APD officer. Whatever happened in the past, I think you want it to stay there.”

“Well you think wrong,” Bobby snapped. “Your papi there stole our entire lives from us. I got three kids and they think somebody else is their daddy now. And Elliot, you shoulda seen what he went through in jail. It was hell. And that’s on you Gabriel.” He dropped the shovel to his side and pulled out his own pistol. “You need to pay for what you’ve done.”

“I did what was right,” Gabriel said, his voice tight with pain. “You held up a bank. Three people were wounded. One of them will never walk again.”

“If they had just done what we told them nobody would have gotten hurt!” Elliot yelled, bringing the gun coming up to point at Gabriel’s face. “You should have let us go!”

Carlos moved to stand between the gunman and his father. “Listen,” he said, hands still held out placatingly. “You’ve obviously been released. You have a second chance. An opportunity to start over. An opportunity you will lose if you hurt us.”

Bobby cocked his gun threateningly. “And what exactly makes you think I care?”

Carlos thought about the girls and T.K., all of whom would be arriving within the next hour. He didn’t want them caught up in this and he knew his dad didn’t either. They needed to end this quickly, one way or another. So he squared his shoulders and took a breath. “Well go ahead then. What are you waiting for?”

“They can’t,” Gabriel ground out from behind him. “They need their third team member. Jade Thurgood. She’ll want to be a part of this.”

“And she’ll be here within the hour,” Elliot said. “So let’s all just get comfortable.”

It turned out ‘getting comfortable’ meant getting tied up. Something Carlos vehemently objected to. As soon as Elliot got close enough with the rope Carlos head butted him, causing him to rear back with a shout of pain.

Carlos started toward him again, intent on taking him to the ground, but the cock of Bobby’s gun brought him up short. Not because it was aimed at him, but because it was pointed directly at his father’s head. “Do that again and I kill him without giving you time to say goodbye,” Bobby threatened.

Elliot recovered and took out his anger by punching Carlos once in the ribs and then again in the face. Carlos doubled over in pain as Elliot began to tie the rope around his wrists. “Don’t do that again,” he hissed, his sour breath turning Carlos’ stomach.

Soon Carlos was seated on the floor, back to back with his father. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly as Bobby and Elliot pulled out a deck of cards, clearly intent on enjoying themselves while they waited.

“Well I’ve got a hell of a headache,” Gabriel told him. “But I’m all right. I’m sorry mijo, I didn’t mean to get you dragged into this. I knew they were out on parole, but I never imagined…”

“This is not your fault,” Carlos told him fiercely. “You’re not responsible for keeping track of every bad guy you’ve ever locked up.”

“Still,” Gabriel said, “you shouldn’t be here like this, so listen to me. If you get the chance to escape, you take it. Don’t worry about me.”

Carlos clenched his jaw. “I am not leaving you here with them.”

“Carlitos, I am your father and you will do as I say,” Gabriel whispered sharply.

Carlos ground his teeth feeling for all the world like a teenager being told he couldn’t hang out with his friends on a Friday night. But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a grown man. And he wasn’t leaving his father here to be murdered.

Time passed slowly, Elliot and Bobby frequently checking their phones as Carlos’ nerves mounted. T.K. and the girls could be here at any minute. They had to get out of here or…or end it so that Bobby and Elliot would leave.

Despite his insistence, his dad’s breathing was labored and his responses had slowed. Carlos kept his eyes on Elliot and Bobby as he worked his hands back and forth. He could feel blood dripping down his wrists, but with every twitch and pull the ropes began to loosen just a fraction. If he could get free he could…well he wasn’t sure what he could do. At the very least he’d have the element of surprise. If he could take one of them down and grab their weapon quick enough, he might have a chance.

In the midst of his thoughts Carlos felt his father go limp against his back. “Dad,” he muttered, but his father didn’t answer and Carlos panicked. “Dad! Hey!”

It caught the attention of their captors and Carlos ceased his efforts with the ropes as Elliot stalked close. “He’s not dead,” Elliot said. “Just passed out. Don’t worry. We’ll make sure he’s awake for the end. I think we’ll kill you first. Make him watch. Teach him what it’s like to suffer.”

If Carlos could have killed him with a look he would have. Elliot gave him an evil smile before returning to his card game while Carlos redoubled his efforts.

Gabriel groaned and Carlos nudged him. “Dad, hey!”

“What happened?” Gabriel asked.

“You passed out,” Carlos said. “Still want to tell me that head wound isn’t bad?”

“Well head wounds are never good.” Gabriel was quiet for a minute and then, “Carlos, listen to me. If we don’t—“

“No,” Carlos said, cutting him off, ignoring the fiery pain in his wrists as he pulled harder and harder.

“Mijo it’s okay,” Gabriel said calmly. “It’s okay. If this is my time, it’s okay. I have no regrets. Nothing that I would change. You, your mother, your sisters, this life is all I’ve ever wanted. I know that maybe I don’t say it enough, but I am so proud of you. I love you. My son, my boy.”

Carlos felt hot tears fill his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “Shut up,” he hissed. “We’re getting out of here. Both of us. Can you get free at all?”

“I’ve been trying,” Gabriel said. “Bobby must have taken knot tying classes.”

“Well I’m almost there,” Carlos said. “When I’m out I’ll work on yours—“

“Where the hell is she?” Bobby said loudly, chucking his phone down onto a hay bale. “She’s late.”

“She’s always late,” Elliot said.

“Well the longer we wait, the more likely things are to get complicated,” Bobby griped. “I say we just do it.”

“She wants to watch. Give her fifteen more minutes,” Elliot told him.

“I’ll give her five,” Bobby said.

A quiet tapping pulled Carlos’ attention to a window just to his left. To his complete and utter horror he saw Francesca peeking in at him.

“Get out of here!” he mouthed frantically, but she shook her head and held up two fingers. “Two minutes,” she mouthed back. “Be ready.”

Be ready for what? Carlos shook his head frantically. “Call 911.”

But she was already gone leaving Carlos to yank his hands painfully free of his ropes in a burst of adrenaline and fear.

There was a loud bang from outside the barn and both their captors jumped to their feet. “What the hell was that?” Bobby asked, walking toward the door.

Carlos was up and moving before he could even fully form a plan. The only thing he had on his side was surprise and he fully intended to use it, running at Elliot and bowling him over.

The gun went flying from the criminal’s grip and Carlos almost had him pinned, but then Elliot’s knee came up and caught Carlos in the groin, choking the breath from his lungs and giving Elliot the chance to roll away. He came up with a knife in his hand and immediately swiped at Carlos. He felt the blade sink deeply into his bicep, this new pain superseding the breathless agony of a few seconds ago.

A second swipe was aimed at his midsection and Carlos managed to roll away so the blade only just caught him in the side.

There was a gunshot and then Francesca’s voice shouted, “Drop that knife! Drop it right now or I swear to god I will put a bullet in you so fast! I’m the daughter of a Texas Ranger and the sister of an APD officer I know exactly what I’m doing!”

Carlos laid on his back as the knife thumped to the ground beside him. “Get on your knees. ON YOUR KNEES!” Francesca bellowed, whipping a pair of handcuffs out of nowhere. “Put those on right now!”

“Carlos!”

A new voice joined the chaos and the next thing he knew T.K. was beside him. “Dad!” Carlos gasped trying to twist around and see him.

“I’m okay,” Gabriel called out, still seated on the floor with his hands bound.

Francesca doubled checked Elliot’s cuffs and then walked toward their dad to set him free.

“They hit him in the head,” Carlos said, looking frantically at T.K. “You need to check him out.”

“Right now I’m more concerned with how much you’re bleeding,” T.K. said, worry on his face as he clamped his hands around Carlos’ arm. “Did he get you anywhere else?”

Carlos looked down and felt a jolt of concern as he realized how much blood was streaming from the knife wound. “My side I think.”

T.K. used one hand to lift his shirt and glance at the wound over his ribcage. “Okay that one’s not too bad, let’s try and get the bleeding stopped on your arm first.”

“We need to get out of here,” Gabriel told Francesca as she cut through his bonds. “There’s someone else coming—“

“Woman? About five foot four? Brown hair? Yeah don’t worry about her,” Francesca said. “Adriana’s got her tied up at the house.”

Carlos blinked a few times. “What?”

“We got here the same time as T.K.,” Francesca said. “When we went in the house we saw all the food and no one around. You never leave dinner unattended, so we started looking around and that’s when we found that psycho bitch. Dropped her. Cuffed her. Then came to rescue you. Which by the way you almost screwed up,” she said pointedly at Carlos. “I told you two minutes.”

“How was I supposed to know what you meant? Also are you crazy?” Carlos asked. “You should have called 911 and waited.”

“And left you to die? I don’t think so. This was a kickass or be ass kicked situation,” Francesca said.

“For the record I was against kicking any ass, but I also really didn’t want you to die,” T.K. told him as he ripped off the bottom of his shirt and tied it tightly around the wound in Carlos’ bicep.

“And we did call 911,” Francesca said. “They’ll be here in a minute. We’re just faster and better. Besides, T.K. basically is 911.”

Carlos was starting to feel a little woozy and his uninjured hand came up to grasp the front of T.K.’s shirt. “Breathe babe,” T.K. instructed. “You’re going to be okay. Some stitches, some ice, we’ll get you all sorted out.”

“Where’s Bobby?” he asked, still not convinced that half his family wasn’t about to be murdered.

“That other guy?” Francesca asked. “Cuffed outside. And missing part of his ear. I meant it to be a warning shot, but he moved.” She shrugged. “Not my fault.”

Carlos could hear sirens in the distance and the adrenaline finally began to fade as the reality of safety set in. They were all right.

“Okay this one’s already clotting,” T.K. said as he probed at the laceration over Carlos’ ribs. “What else hurts?”

“Um,” Carlos couldn’t really think of a place that didn’t hurt. “He punched me in the face, the ribs, kneed me in the groin.”

“Dude!” Francesca got to her feet and stalked toward Elliot, kicking him sharply in the shin. “You kicked my brother in the balls? That’s an asshole move you asshole!”

“Yeah he also stabbed him in the arm, which is a little more concerning,” T.K. said, checking his makeshift bandage in alarm. “Do you maybe want to go outside and get the ambulance to put a rush on it out here?”

“Tell other people how to do their job? It would be my pleasure,” Francesca told him. She paused briefly to kiss Carlos on the top of the head. “Don’t die before I get back okay? It was kind of a lot of work to rescue you and it’s not going to sound very good if I’m trying to tell this story and you die at the end.”

“I’ll do my best,” Carlos said faintly.

“You okay if I go check on your dad?” T.K. asked as Francesca walked outside.

“Yeah, yes, please go look at him,” Carlos said anxiously.

“Okay. Here, hold this tight.” T.K. placed Carlos’ hand over his own and then shifted until Carlos was the one holding the makeshift bandage in place. He started to get to his feet and then paused and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ forehead. “Love you.”

Carlos closed his eyes, leaning into his boyfriend as he relished the feeling of safety being with him brought. “Love you too.”

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“It’s not delivery, it’s DiGiorno,” Adriana announced several hours later as she passed out paper plates of frozen pizza. “Everybody eat up.”

“I still think you should have let me cook,” Carlos said. “It wouldn’t have taken that long.”

“First of all you passed out in the ambulance from blood loss,” Francesca said as she took a bite. “Second of all those potatoes are like charcoal briquettes now. Not appetizing. Also it’s ten o’clock. No one wants fish at ten o’clock.”

“Okay but dessert? I just have to whip the cream—“

“Absolutely not,” T.K. said firmly. “You are not getting off this couch tonight.”

“You have thirteen stitches in your arm,” Adriana reminded him.

“And that dude basically destroyed your balls,” Francesca said. “That alone requires a night of recovery. I mean the emotional toll that must have taken…”

“I’m going to kill you,” Carlos told her with a glare.

“Not if I shoot you first. Which you now know I could do. Very easily,” Francesca told him.

“No one is shooting anyone else tonight,” Gabriel finally intervened. “Although I am very impressed with what you girls pulled off. And very grateful.”

“You’re welcome Tío,” Adriana said then turned and looked at Carlos expectantly. “Cousin?”

“What?” Carlos asked.

“Thank you Adriana and Cesca. I’m so grateful to you for saving my life. I am but a lowly police officer and you are heroes sent from above,” she said, pitching her voice low in an imitation of Carlos. “Thank you for saving my dick so I could continue to have sweaty, hot, manly sex with my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” T.K. said quickly, throwing a glance at Gabriel.

“You got me stabbed!” Carlos yelled.

“You got yourself stabbed by going too early!” Francesca yelled.

“You should never have—ah!” Carlos closed his eyes, his body going rigid as he tried to sit up and felt his stitches pull, his ribs ache, and the black eye he was sporting start to throb again.

“That’s enough!” Gabriel said. “Girls, go to your room!”

They both gaped at him. “We saved your lives! And you’re sending us to my room?!” Francesca cried.

“You are currently mobile while the rest of us are not,” Gabriel said. “Take your dinner and go.”

“Oh my god, so typical,” Francesca growled as she picked up her plate. “Perfect little Carlitos, poor baby, never gets in trouble a day in his life.”

“Go faster,” Gabriel ordered.

“Idiota,” Francesca growled as she walked past her brother.

“Mensa,” Carlos shot back.

Gabriel waited until they were out of the room before pushing himself to his feet. “I think I will also retire,” he said. “Your mom is going to be home in the morning and I would like to be fresh faced when she gets here. Might soften the blow a bit.”

“Are you good to go on your own?” Carlos asked worriedly.

“I am steady on my feet and have clearance from the doctors,” Gabriel said. “It’s a mild concussion. I’ll be fine.”

He reached out and shook T.K.’s hand. “Thank you again for your help tonight.”

“Anytime,” T.K. said. “Although I hope nothing like this happens again.”

“Me too. Buenas noches.”

“Come here,” T.K. said when Gabriel had disappeared, inviting Carlos to rest his head in his lap. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” Carlos admitted. “Everything hurts.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” T.K. said with a sigh. “Both of you.”

“Yeah I was really worried about my dad for a minute there,” Carlos said.

“Oh,” T.K. said. “Yeah him too. But I was talking about you and little Carlos.” Carlos looked up to find mischief all over his boyfriend’s face and he groaned. “You don’t get to spend anymore time with my sister or my cousin.”

“Little Carlos is very important to me!”

“This is too much discussion about my dick in my parent’s house,” Carlos said. “Talk about something else.”

“Like how you scared the shit out of me tonight?” T.K. asked, his tone turning serious as he toyed with one of Carlos’ curls.

“Sorry,” Carlos said. “I didn’t ever want you to know what having your boyfriend be held hostage felt like.”

“Yeah I don’t think I fully understood how stressful that could be until now,” T.K. told him.

“Not an experience we need again?”

“Definitely not.”

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