#doddsy

Request for Anon:  can you do a imagine where the female reader and mike dodds argue before going on a chase, and the reader gets injured protecting mike and later they make up?

Sure I can, lovely!

Warnings: Gun wounds, fighting, mild angst with a good ending

You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes he was way too over protective, using his title as sergeant to keep you safe. You didn’t like that, though. You wanted to do your job, like everyone else did. And it wasn’t like he stuck you with desk duty all day every day, but you still felt restricted.

But, he was your sergeant at work first.

So you brought it up once you were at home.. That’s where it all started. Mike was defending himself, saying that he just wanted to keep you out of harms way, you saying that you knew the risks of the job and wanted to do your job correctly. It was almost a screaming match, one of the worst fights you’d ever had with Mike in the 9 month relationship.

The fight was interrupted by his phone ringing, and it was Olivia calling you guys in for a chase on an escaped rapist they were holding in custody. Mike hung up and began to get his equipment thrown on haphazardly. You got the message and began to suit up as well, and within fifteen minutes you were at the precinct. 

“He couldn’t have gone far, because his face is still up on the news and we’ve got n knowledge of friends or family in New York. His trackers says 15th Avenue, and luckily most shops are closing by now,” Olivia reported. She assigned you and Mike to chase him down and put the others in positions for back up. 

You got in the car with Mike as he sped down a few blocks. You caught sight of the criminal and made Mike stop, and you rolled out of the still somewhat moving car and sprinted after the perp. 

You heard Mike close behind, and soon you had the guy cornered. He put his hands up, and the others circled around, guns raised, and Sonny moved forward to cuff him. 

It all happened in a flash, the guy turn a move that turned Sonny around and stole his gun, firing random shots. Three of which hit you. 

You would’ve fallen and probably hit your head if Mike hadn’t caught you, and you weren’t sure how he had reacted so quickly, but that didn’t matter because now you had a hole in your stomach, side, and thigh. And Mike was talking, frantically, asking you to stay awake, but you couldn’t comprehend what he was saying and you wanted to close your eyes so bad, unaware that you were groaning loudly. 

Then everything went black as you lost consciousness.

You woke up in a hospital room, the steady beeping slightly annoying as you looked around. You saw that Mike was asleep next to you in a chair, holding your hand in his. Suddenly all you can think about is the fight you had and how you could’ve died while he thought you were angry at him and he was angry at you. 

You shoo Mike’s arm with the limited mobility you had without hurting yourself again, and he was awake in seconds, sitting up and his grip on your hand instinctively tightening slightly.

Then there were tears in his eyes. And he moved forward to hug you gently but tightly, making sure he didn’t accidentally hurt you. “I’m so sorry I screamed. I know I should let you do your job, but I just get so worried. I’m just glad you’re okay.” You heard his muffled voice.

You wrapped your arms around him to return some of the comfort. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Mikey. I’m sorry, too. But I’m okay now. It’s alright.” You said, feeling tears of your own threaten to spill. 

You two stayed like that for quite some time, then he pulled away and pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “I love you, so much.” He whispered softly.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

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