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Of all the ways she expected to die today, a car accident wasn’t one of them.
Nile and Nicky were returning from doing some recon on a drug-running gang in the middle of Los Angeles. They’d made sure to keep out of sight, and they absolutely weren’t followed. Hell, if they were, they’d be just as caught up in the post-work traffic on the 101 as the two immortals were, heading back to their safehouse.
No, this wasn’t caused by someone following them. Instead, it was your classic accident: someone glanced away for a second, turned back, hit their breaks, and crashed into a semi truck while going too fast for the traffic. Said semi jackknifed, and suddenly you have twenty cars piled up on a major thoroughfare during the evening rush hour.
In the case of Nile and Nicky, they’d been careful and paying attention. Nicky was driving (because he was not about to left Nile drive, she was in charge of music) and had quickly but safely slowed to a stop when he saw the traffic coming to a standstill.
The kid behind them? Plowed right into their rental car. They weren’t getting their deposit back.
Nile had floated back to awareness slowly, pain aching from every inch of her body. She could hear Nicky next to her, struggling to deflate the airbags keeping them pinned to their seats. Once the initial wave of agony had passed over her, she took stock. Broken leg, fractured - okay, at least two broken - ribs, concussion. Already she was healing. Luckily nothing had broken through her skin. She just ached.
Nicky let out a slew of Italian swears under his breath, cursing the car manufacturer for making it so hard to get rid of the air bag, to the kid that had hit them, to the moron who caused the traffic in the first place. He’d been having a very nice conversation about modern music with Nile, and this was interrupting it.
Besides, they both had to get out of this car before any first responders reached their vehicle. They should absolutely be dead, not already on the mend.
Finally the bag deflated, and he got a look at Nile. She was in pain, but looked more annoyed than anything. “Are you well, sorellina ?”
She gave him an almost heartbroken look. “The airbag smashed up my phone. No more music for awhile until I can get a replacement.”
It took a second for him to process that she was ok, and just teasing him. Then he let a relieved chuckle escape while freeing them from their jammed seat belts. “Phones can be replaced. You cannot. I am glad that you are alright.”
With a shove, he finally was free from all the restraints, and was able to get his door open. “Is there anything blocking your door? Are you able to get out?”
Nile didn’t bother with an answer. She just clumsily forced herself over the center console and followed him out of their destroyed car. Leaning on him (her leg was still healing damnit), they stood, quickly surveying the carnage around them.
With a shared glance, they separated, both moving to some of the other cars surrounding them. They couldn’t do much, but they could at least help some of the less-injured survivors out of their cars.
Both knew they wouldn’t be back with Joe and Andy for hours yet. They had work to do.