All characters are not my own (unfortunately - although I doubt I'd ever be able to write characters as good as these!) Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want me to carry on with this story. It is my first, so be nice. :)

Connie was sat in her office, trying to finish all her paperwork before her shift finished. She really didn't want to have to take the work home with her tonight. She had plans and nothing was going to scupple them!

Rita, Loft and Robyn were stood at the nurses station finishing their paperwork off for the day.

"Lofty, what's this you've written here?!" Rita questioned the male nurse.

"Sorry, my rushed writing is terrible!" Looking at his own writing, which was illegible even to him. "I think it says, paracetomol, 200mg. Discharged patient with 24 tablets to help with the undoubtable headache later." Handing it all back to her.

"Right, thanks for that!" Rita chuckled. "I never get any issues with Robyn's writing! Always pristine and"

She was cut off by a massive noise GUNSHOT

"What the...!" Rita exclaimed. Everyone jumping to the floor in the ED reception area.

"RITA!? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" A mans voice bellowed around the department.

"Shit! Mark?! How.." she said under her breath. There was only one thing for it...

"I'm here." She stood up, knowing exactly who it was and knew what he wanted. "Mark; You have found me, now put the gun down please." He stood, gun trained straight on her.

"What the hell was that?!" Connie came bounding around the corner, getting right inbetween the two standing souls.

"I'll shoot!" Pointing the gun to Connie.

"Mark, the gun is pointed at me, and me only!" Rita ordered.

"Connie, get on the ground!" Rita said a little more gently to her boss and partner.

"I'M IN CHARGE HERE!" Mark bellowed again. "GET ON THE GROUND!"

Connie glanced at Rita who just bowed her head to tell her to do it and that she had everything under control.

"Now, Mark; What are you doing here?!" Rita questioned. She wasn't afraid of him. Not anymore anyway.

"I'm here to take you down. You ruined my life!"

"You did that all yourself! You were the one who molested a young girl Mark! You were the one who abused me everyday of our marriage! You, you were the one to be punished. Not me!" Rita was to the point and holding herself up strong. Connie couldn't take her eyes off the brave Nurse Manager.

"What I didn't wasn't wrong. We loved each other! I was going to divorce you and be with her! You weren't putting out anyway, what was the point in staying!?" Mark bit back at her.

"In love?! With a 15 year old girl? She was a child!" Rita chose not to go into the other part of what he said. That was her business.

"Love is love! We were meant to be together!"

"Whatever. What do you want from me now?" Rita scoffed.

"I want you dead. And I want to be the one to make that happen." Mark held the gun tighter, looking as if he was steadying himself to shoot.

"Go on then! I dare you! DO IT!" Rita shouted. "Or are you too pussy?"

"Shut up! Or I will shoot! Do you want to die?!" He was losing his nerve and it was then Rita knew she had him.

"You won't. You won't because somewhere in that pathetic body of yours, you still love me. Get it into your head. We are over. We are no longer married! I am not yours anymore! Leave me alone!" Rita started shouting. She could see the police officers behind her ex-husband and was relieved to finally know he was going back to prison where he belonged.

"POLICE! HANDS WERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" The police officer shouted, making Mark jump and his reflex pulled the trigger...

GUNSHOT

A cry could be heard, but was it the victim of the shot or a bystander? He didn't get time to look.

"Mark Richie, you are under arrest..."