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Whumpay day 2 - gunshot, from dress to dressing (kinda, it is clothing used)

Murdoch Mysteries/Castle+reincarnation AU - Patrick Jones

Patrick is a reincarnated one episode murderer. By overthinking things, he's no longer a murderer.

Ogden was eating a slice of pizza, the safest takeout at the moment with three different food allergies among the constables and detectives in Station House 4 Fifty One. She never ceased to be amazed at watching the current William Murdoch eating something so modern when she was used to his quirks and other habits of the previous life. Although his dislike of coffee was an interesting constant between the ages.

A groan and a sign, and Julia was turning to see Patrick Jones drawing up a chair to sit next to her. “Why are you always here?” he complained. “I had three cops.” He sighed, still getting used to Canadian terms. “Constables stop me and ask if I was someone’s lawyer.”

She snorted, and Julia noticed that there was a smirk on William’s face as well as he kept going through online articles for something. There was a distinct feeling that William had something to do with that. “Well, if I’m following a detective, it stands to reason that I would be where the man works,” she said.

“All the time, though?”

She didn’t want to give in and tell him that it was funner to be in the middle of a police station than behind her computer or at the hospital picking up shifts. That and knowing that William, George, Henry, and her father remembered their previous lives made it easier to stay around the Station to reconnect. “I need more details,” she lied.

He muttered, “I understand the need for accurate details, but it’s already been a year and a half. Don’t you have all of the paperwork written down somewhere?” She had a hard time keeping her laughter down and William was silently chuckling behind his screen. Patrick, being younger than her previous agent and just observant, wasn’t happy. “Oh, ha ha.”

“Your furious face is precious,” she mocked, pinching a cheek which he slapped away quickly. The laughter spilled out of her mouth and she managed to get William to chuckle a bit before they stopped.

Patrick dropped his head on the corner of a desk. “It’s an easy first client, Jones,” he mouthed, “She’s not interesting in dating, Jones. She’s a mother, Jones.” Why did he agree to come to Canada and be an agent for Julia Ogden again? No, he could have stayed and taken on a writer from Delaware. Another from Maine. He chose Canada and Julia Ogden. Julia rubbed his shoulder and he allowed it for as long as his head was on the desk. It was a nice five minutes.

Lifting his head, he caught Detective Murdoch quickly look away, straightening his face as he did. Patrick will ignore that. “Travelers is ready to accept the book with two conditions,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“Your main character can’t settle for two, possibly three more books.” Julia thought about it. It wouldn’t be that hard, it took us nine years to get married the last time. Her books were a, unique, combination of her current life and the previous one that they had all lived. She’s surprised no one had found their previous lives in history books or old documents.

“The second?”

“They want Bison to have an arch nemesis. A Moriarty to the Sherlock you’ve written.” She almost wanted to groan at that, or maybe laugh. They already had that in both current and previous life cycles. If she truly wrote James Gillies into the book, the man would be insufferable. “Don’t blame the messenger.”

“No, I’d rather blame Doyle for that bloody parallel,” she swore. The writer might have to plot a character completely original to both lives. She was never going to use Gillies if she could get away with it.

A crack went through the air, startling everyone in the bullpen.

Ogden dropped to the ground and then scanned behind her. Higgins and Parker had taken down someone. There was shouting about multiple figures and trying to block them from getting inside. Murdoch went by her and pulled down Patrick, who wasn’t responding as he should have. That’s peculiar, the last time he heard shots, he was down and trembling before any…

There was something wrong.

“Hand me your knife,” she ordered. There was a small hole in his upper left back, right at the edge of where the scapula was and she had a bad feeling that it hadn’t been there before. Cutting away at the hole, she saw a good deal of blood coming from a small wound. “Damn it!”

Murdoch saw and turned to Crabtree. “How soon can we get EMTs?” he demanded.

“Unclear. There are reports of multiple shooters throughout the building. They’re not going to let them in until they’re all contained,” he reported.

Multiple shooters? Ogden looked back down at Patrick, who must have blacked out from the initial pain, but was now waking up. “What happened?” he slurred.

“You were shot,” she said, shifting into her EM mindset. “I can use something with clean cotton to plug the wound, but he needs to get to emergency soon. I don’t think the bullet was stopped by the scapula.”

Murdoch nodded and went over to a closet that held a few spare shirts and pants for officers and victims. He threw one over before grabbing a pair of clean sweatpants to use as a pillow. Patrick groaned at the slight movement, and a gush of blood came out. “I think you’re right. Which would be the worst scenario?” the detective asked.

“Either way, it’s the lung. Through and through causes bleeding both in the lung and out. Drowning or bleed out likely. The bullet may have also went through one side, but not the other. Leaving it to drop in the lung or just outside,” she rattled off, ripping the shirt up to create small enough strips to roll up and try and stuff into the wound. “Patrick, you’re going to hate me for the next couple of minutes.”

“Why?” he mumbled, before feeling something being shoved into his upper back. He yelped before gritting his teeth when multiple officers looked over.

“That’s why.” A couple of more strips, and she manipulated his arm so they could provide pressure to the wound. She already saw it getting red. Now, she would have to watch for Patrick to start coughing up blood to see the internal damage.

“I should have known it was going to be a bad day,” he mumbled, hissing when something moved in his back and he barely shifted. “I woke up wrong, my order got mixed up, I flirted with a married man.”

“Oh, I’ve done that plenty of times.”

“Married to a woman,” he said. Julia quirked a smile before gently patting his head in a mocking fashion. “Then I had to hunt you down, tell you the new conditions, and I got shot for it.”

“To be fair, I didn’t shoot you,” she pointed out.

“No, the universe did that for you,” he groaned, his breathing going shallow, “Julia?”

“Yes?”

“I think I can feel the bullet moving,” Patrick panted, grimacing at the piece of metal shifting. Concerned, she could only watch as he breathed through waves of pain. “I hate this, I hate this.”

“You’ve been shot, it’s not a nice thing.”

He winced, and a huff of breath carried small droplets of blood onto the carpet and pants. She noticed it, seeing a finer mist. “There’s blood in my lungs,” he noted, having issues breathing.

“The bullet?”

He shook his head, a bad decision when he winced, “I don’t feel that, but I’m not as in tune with my lungs as per the general population.”

Murdoch, who had situated himself near an emergency door, came back over after a few minutes. “One last person,” he muttered.

“To find?” she asked.

He nodded, “Three men that were coming in to get their ‘brother’ out of the holding cells. We got one, another floor stopped another. Waiting for information on the third.”

She understood the wait. Checking the wound, the wrapped up cotton was already soaked, and the pressure bandage was getting that way as well. “Help me switch this out.” Murdoch lifted the young man’s arm as safely as he could, apologizing for the pain he was obviously causing. Ogden went as quickly as she could, untying and unwrapping before pulling out the soaked cotton and pressing in another before quickly retying. Murdoch put the arm back down when she was finished, listening to him breath through a groan. “Less than ten minutes, we’re going to have to get him out no matter what. He needs surgery,” she warned.

Murdoch started planning who he would need to help get him out. Parker and a newbie were watching over the man they caught. Higgins was trying to get into the CCTV and figure out where the last one was. Crabtree answered his phone, which surprised everyone when it went off. “Yeah?” He nodded at the other end. “Perfect, send them up.” He looked over at the two. “Last one’s been captured, they’re sending up the EMTs.”

“Perfect,” she said, checking back on Patrick. His skin had taken on the pallor of a ghost, and he had stopped moving. She checked his pulse and found it to be weak, and unbalanced. “Not good. No, no.”

“What?”

“Blood loss must have been more significant than I imagined. The bullet did do a hefty number on his lung,” she listed, checking his mouth and finding a small pool forming from his breathing alone. “It’s not coughing up blood, but he is bringing it up with his breathing.”

“How long?”

“I’m just hoping long enough to get into surgery.”

The bullpen doors slammed open and they all jumped to see two EMTs and an armed officer leading the way. “Last man’s been stopped,” she

stated, You guys got one down as well?”

“Shooter’s over there. Victim by Murdoch.” Higgins pointed out. The EMTs hurried over to see Julia trying to wake him up. She rattled off everything she had been keeping an eye on, and watched as they loaded her agent onto the stretcher and rushed him out.

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