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Disclamier: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters.
The man froze, stock-still. Whatever he was expecting the girl might do, he surely had not thought pulling a gun on him was one of the things. The girl cocked her head and gave him a sickly sweet smile.
"Allow me to introduce myself," she said. "My name is Theresa Brandson, and you have two options right now."
Andy had no idea what to think. Where had a teenage girl gotten a gun? How could she be so comfortable confronting a madman with two hostages? This whole time, that smile had never left her face, and her voice had stayed confident, and, well, almost cocky.
"Options?" The man asked, slightly dazed, his eyes locked on the end of her gun.
"Yes," Theresa said slowly, as if speaking to a very small child. "Options."
The man's eyes flickered, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his gun harder. Andy flinched. Please don't go off, please don't go off, please-
"James Bradley, I would greatly appreciate if you put the gun down." Theresa's voice was rock hard, unyielding.
The man looked up. "How do you know my name?"
"I work for the Toronto Police Department." Theresa flicked her hips with the grace of a dancer. The loose, floaty top she was wearing shifted upwards to reveal a glint of silver—a badge was hooked to the top of her jeans. Bradley's eyes latched onto the badge. "And like I said, you have two options. One, you can put the gun down and come with me. We can get you all sorted out, Mr. Bradley, and everything could be okay." Theresa's voice was calm and even, and Andy realized she must know something about Bradley's mind instability.
"Wh-what's the other option?" Bradley's gaze shifted back to Theresa's gun.
"You could do something very bad, Mr. Bradley. You could hurt someone, and then I might have to hurt you, and you could be in a lot of trouble. But that doesn't have to happen."
Suddenly, Bradley's eyes flashed again. He looked Theresa full in the face. "You're wrong. You don't understand. I have to do this. It's the only way." Andy was terrified by his sudden change in demeanor, but Theresa didn't seem unnerved at all.
"Then, Mr. Bradley, we could have some issues. You shoot that gun, I will have you in jail for murder of a police officer, harassment, assault, and kidnap. You will have no life, no family, no friends. I don't think that's something you want, Bradley. I know this is one of your first jobs, but believe me when I say, this is not my first day, and I have no qualms about firing this gun." Theresa's voice had lost its calming quality.
"You—you wouldn't shoot me." Bradley's voice wavered.
"Yes, I would." Theresa replied evenly. Andy watched Bradley's arm twitch, and saw his finger reach for the trigger just before the shot blasted.
