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Bree's POV

This was it! Finally! After all our persuading, arguing and pleading we were finally getting our second mission! It wasn't anything big really, some empty headed idiots were holding up a jewellery store and it was too dangerous for police.

"Are you excited?" Adam asked as he pretty much bounced around the helicopter. Chase and I chuckled, Chase shaking his head.

"Yes Adam but remember that there are people down there who could get hurt. We need to be serious," he said gravely and Adam nodded, sitting back down. I looked over at Chase to see him staring at the floor, his eyes moving as if watching something. I always wondered what could be going on inside Chase's head.

"What are you thinking?" I asked in barely a whisper. He glanced at me.

"I'm looking over the schematic for the building, trying to find the best way to surprise the robbers without causing harm to anyone."

"Why don't we just drop on top of the robbers?" Adam asked, rubbing his fists eagerly.

"That would kill them Adam and they have to have a fair trial," he said. Chase cared far to much sometimes, even for people who don't deserve it.

"Alright guys, we're over the store!" Davenport yelled over the noise from the front. "Chase, what's the plan?" Adam and I looked over at him. Even though we had brushed him off when he claimed to be our leader, both Adam and I knew he was right. He came up with all the ideas and always stayed calm.

"Bree needs to go in first from the sides, taking out the henchmen! Then me and Adam will drop in. I'll surround us in a force field so he can't hurt anyone else and Adam will restrain him! While we do this, Bree will get everyone out!" he ordered sternly.

It was a good plan but I had a problem with it.

"But Chase, what if he shoots at you or Adam once in the force field? You'll have no way to protect yourselves!" I yelled. Chase glanced at me grimly and I realised he had already thought about that.

"Keep to the plan!" he ordered, both me and Adam before turning back to the front. Davenport slowly started to lower the copter but I couldn't get what Chase had said out of my head. Finally it was at my level to jump but I couldn't move. "Bree go!" Chase ordered. I still couldn't move. Chase grunted in frustration before coming towards me and opening the hatch. He then turned to me, looking me in the eye. "We'll be fine Bree! Do your job or those people could suffer!" he yelled.

Tearing my eyes away from his, I took one last look at him before jumping from the copter, dashing towards the jewellery store. I stopped outside, looking in through the window. There were four guys standing around, all with guns. I gulped, noticing one of the men was ordering the others around. I had my targets, I just hoped Chase and Adam will be ok.

"Hey! Who's that girl?" I heard someone shout. They're just noticing me now? Before they could say anything else I was off, three times in and out and dropping the bewildered gun men at the cops feet, gun-free.

"Alright, great work Bree, Adam and I will take it from here," I heard Chase's voice in my ear piece.

"Wait Chase, the guy left has a gun on him!" I said.

"That's a chance I'll just have to take!" I heard him yell.

"Wait you? What about Adam?" I asked frantically. I heard a sigh come through. Suddenly a pair of arms enveloped me, holding me so tight I can't even struggle.

"Sorry Bree, Chase's orders," Adam mumbled from behind me. It all clicked.

"No! Adam let me go! I can help him!" I screamed as I kicked at Adam as hard as I could. I was no match for his strength though and soon I tired out.

We watched as Chase started to lower down from the copter, going through the skylight of the store. I looked through the window to see Chase still attached to his rope as he tried to get the man with the gun to calm down.

"Sir! Step away from the hostages and drop your weapon! It's over!" he demanded in voice so firm I thought it was Spike for a second.

"Get away from me kid or I'll blow off the head of everybody in the room!" the man yelled, brandishing his gun, which I realised was a pump action shotgun.

"Chase," I whimpered weakly and his head cocked to the side towards me, his super sensitive hearing picking up my voice.

"Sir please calm down! I can get you a fare trial and as minimal jail time as possible!" Chase said, still sounding firm.

"Don't tell me how the system can help me!" the man screamed, firing a shot into the ceiling. I, and the other hostages, screamed as plaster and rubble rained down inside the building. Chase stayed calm but I could see he was scared.

I couldn't take this. Chase was good at talking to people and using his brain but he had no chance against a loaded gun. I started struggling again.

"Adam please let me go, I can get the gun away from the man and then Chase can do the rest," I begged him. His grip loosened slightly as he thought.

"I'm sorry Bree but Chase said to keep you here," he said.

"Well them I'm sorry too Adam," I said and before he could tighten his grip again, I kicked him with all my speed and strength combined right where Adam junior lives.

He instantly crumpled, clutching himself and dropping me as he curled up on the floor. I wasted no time, running into the building.

"Bree?" I heard Chase cry but I was interrupted by a block of plaster getting under my foot. I flew towards the ground, landing with a painful crash on the floor and skidding until I hit the wall. I cried out and clutched my elbow, already feeling the blood start to flow from the new wound. Everything was quiet as I slowly opened my eyes, rubbing my head. They widened at the gun barrel pointed at my face.

"Who is this?" the man said in an icy voice. I looked up at Chase to see him staring down at me, a worried look hidden behind the anger.

"She's no one! Leave her with the other hostages!" Chase demanded. The man smirked.

"Or maybe she's like you, trying to stop me." Chase opened his mouth to speak. "Don't lie to me! You're wearing the same uniform!" the man screamed and Chase instantly shut his mouth, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he fought to stay calm. "Now, you're going to watch me blow her pretty little head off so that the cops out there know I mean business," the man hissed, pumping his gun and aiming it at my head.

"No!" before my eyes, Chase created a force field in his hand, condensing it into a ball before shooting it at the skylight.

"What are you?" the man cried as he covered his head. Glass rained down over everyone, the other hostages cowering. "That's it!"

"Bree!" I heard Chase's voice at the same time the gun went off but before I could turn my head to look I felt some arms around me, protecting me as I felt some glass pierce my skin before everything silenced, a ringing in my ears.

"Why are you so stupid Bree?" Chase said, almost affectionately, into my hair, his voice wavering as he clutched me tightly.

"C-Chase?" I stuttered, pulling my head from his shoulder, barely registering how much I was shaking. In the corner Chase's normal blue force field surrounded the small group of hostages. Around us was a red one coming from Chase's armour, his trembling body covering mine.

The man with the gun was on the ground, clutching his foot while rocking back and forth in pain.

"Adam are you outside?" Chase said, his voice cracking as he spoke into his earphone.

"Yeah," I heard him squeak.

"Come in here and get the hostages out now!" Chase ordered.

"Ok," Adam squeaked before he limped inside. Chase gave him an odd look before his attention was back on me.

"Can you walk Bree?" he asked. I shook my head, my legs reduced to jelly. "Ok, come here," he said before lifting me into his arms bridal style. I threw my arms around his neck to try and help him but ended up barely holding myself up. "It's ok Bree…you just keep still," he said, one hand rubbing my back softly.

"But Chase-" I started but he just tightened his grip.

"No buts Bree. Just listen to me this time." I knew from the sound of his voice that he was mad at me, so I decided to do what he said and relaxed.

I could feel the exhaustion start to flood through me, the shock of everything that had happened to me today starting to sink in. I snuggled into Chase's arms as he walked us over to the closest cop.

"Suspect is inside and needs medical attention," he said before walking off. "I'm going to take you home Bree," he whispered.

I nodded then blacked out.


"Now you're going to watch as I blow her pretty little head off to show the cops I mean business," he said, pointing his gun at my face. I gulped.

"No! Bree!" Chase cried at the same time the gun went off. But I felt no pain. I opened my eyes to see Chase standing in front of me, his whole body shaking as a pool of blood was quickly forming at his feet. with a groan he collapsed in front of me, revealing the large bullet shaped hole in his chest.

"Chase!" I cried, pulling his dying body towards me so his head was against my shoulder. Sweat was pouring down his face as he fought to stay alive. "You're goanna be ok Chase. Please be ok," I chocked out, unable to stop my tears from falling. Chase managed a forced chuckle

"C'mon Bree, it doesn't take a super genius to tell I'm not goanna survive this." I shook my head defiantly, sobs escaping me now. "Hey, you'll be alright," he said, his voice so much weaker.

"Not without you," I said between my tears.

"Why?" he coughed out before blood started to stain his teeth, more coughing taking the place of his voice.

"No Chase! Please don't leave me! Adam needs you! I need you! I Lo-"


"Chase!" I cried as I started awake. I'm in the house? In my room? In my bed? How did I get here? The jewellery store! Where was Chase? Was Adam ok? What about Chase? I leaped up from my bed, feeling a little woozy, before rushing to his room. "Chase?" I asked as I burst into his room.

It was empty. "Chase?" I asked, my voice coming out as a scared whisper. I looked at his clock to see it was a little bit past midnight. Where could he be?

"Someone to watch over me." my head snapped up at the voice, turning and leaving Chase's room. I followed the sound, only just hearing the piano keys being played as I neared the living room. I peeked in and was shocked at what I saw.

Someone was sitting at the piano, too short to be Adam, to tall to be Leo and had the wrong messy, sleep hair to be Mr. Davenport. He played expertly, his fingers gliding over the keys as he sang his song. I stayed at the doorframe, waiting for Chase to finish.

(Chase) There's a saying old says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "Seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet

(Chase)
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

(Chase)
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
Someone who'll watch over me

(Chase)
Although he may not be the man some
girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

"That was beautiful." Chase spun around quicker then even I could move, his face bright red.

"Bree! What are you doing up?" he asked frantically, standing up.

"I woke up and wanted to see if you were ok then freaked out when you weren't in your room. I heard you singing though. I didn't know you played," I finished, walking closer to him and running my hands over the keys. He blushed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well Y'know...being a super genius doesn't specifically mean just being book smart," he said, still holding his blush. I chuckled, sitting down on the bench.

"Play me something," I said. He cocked an eyebrow but sat down, placing his fingers on the keys again.

(Chase) A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting-
Waiting to sail your worries away.

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get me tired...And it was working. I leaned my head on his shoulder, careful not to disturb his playing.

(Chase) It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing-
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.

(Chase) So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.

His hands continued to fumbled with the keys once the song was over, playing random tunes, but he kept his eyes on the white keys when he talked. "Ethan called earlier," he mumbled, not looking up. My heartbeat sped up.

"Why?" I asked, looking at him eagerly.

"He just asked if you wanted to hang out and I told him you weren't feeling up to it," he mumbled, dipping towards the minor keys.

"Oh…he didn't say anything else?" I asked hopefully and Chase shook his head. It was really quiet for a while, Chase ceasing his playing so that we sat in silence.

"Why didn't you listen to me Bree?" he finally said, barely above a whisper. I didn't say anything, just sighed. "Tell me Bree," he said in a more firm voice.

"I couldn't let that man hurt you," I said, my voice wobbling.

"But you could have gotten hurt instead…or ki-" Chase cut himself off, clearing his throat. "I gave you an order Bree and you disobeyed it. If I wanted to I could make sure Davenport never lets you on a mission again." I was shocked at this. Chase would do that? I think he could see the anger on my face because he leaned in slightly so his forehead touched mine, taking my hands in his. "Anything to keep you safe," he finished.

My breath left me as I stared into his eyes, never hearing anything so sweet in my life. I could feel his breath on my face and I found myself wanting him closer. I shut my eyes, letting his warmth take over me. The moment ended though when Chase pulled back, smiling awkwardly at me. Needing something to distract me from the growing tension I grabbed Chase's hand.

"Play one more song," I said. His eyes narrowed playfully. "Please," I finished, giving him my puppy eyes. He sighed, his signature goofy smile before placing his hands on the keys again.

"What do you want to hear?" he asked. I shrugged and he smiled. "Alright…how about this?"

(Chase) I'll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;

My eyes widened as Chase continued to play, his eyes closed and not even needing to look at the key as he played while his voice sounded perfect.

(Chase) Don't count on me
To storm the barricades
And take a stand,
Or hold my ground;

(Chase) You'll never see
Any scars or wounds -
I don't walk on coals,
I won't walk on water:

(Chase) I am no prince,
I am no saint,
I am not anyones wildest dream,
But I will stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.

(Chase)
Some comedy -
You're bruised and beaten down
And I'm the one
Who's looking for a favor.

(Chase) Still, honestly,
You don't believe me
But the things I have
Are the things you need.

(Chase) You look at me
Like I don't make sense,
Like a waste of time,
Like it serves no purpose -

(Chase) I am no prince,
I am no saint,
And if that's what you believe you need,
You're wrong - you don't need much,
You need someone to fall back on...

(Chase)
And Ill be that:
Ill take your side.
If I'm the only one,
I'm used to that.

(Chase) I've been alone,
I'd rather be
The half of us,
The least of you,
The best of me.

(Chase) And I will be
I'll be Your prince,
Ill be your saint,
I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
Ill be someone to fall back on!

(Chase) I'll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you'll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I'll be someone to fall back on
I'll be someone to fall back on
one to fall back on...

"I thought you hated my favourite song," I said and Chase shrugged.

"Yeah I did, but you're always playing it around the house and I know you love it so I learned to play it." he made it sound so simple. "It suits you too," he said as he stood up. My eyebrows furrowed as I stood up with him, both of us walking back towards our rooms.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Chase paused, seeming to be thinking.

"Well she's singing about how she knows she's not a hero, not the best and not always ready. But she's always ready to be there for someone when they need her and she can rise to the occasion when needed. You do the same Bree. Even when I ordered you not to go into the building, you knew I would need back up. As much as I hate to admit it Bree…you saved my life." I was shocked by his words, feeling my heart swell.

Without thinking I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly while my lips planted themselves on his cheek. I instantly felt the heat on his skin but just smiled as I pulled back.

"Thank you Chase," I whispered. His blush calmed down as he smiled back.

"No problem Bree," he said.

As he turned to head back to his room I noticed a large red stain on his side. I grabbed his hand and he turned.

"What's that on your waist Chase?" I asked. His expression darkened.

"It's nothing," he said seriously, pulling his arm out of my grip. His expression softened as he started walking away. "Goodnight Bree," he said and before I could answer, he was gone.

"Goodnight Chase," I mumbled to myself.


Chase's POV

I stumbled towards the bathroom, rolling my shirt up. The deep cut I had gotten from a piece of the shrapnel of the shotgun shot was bleeding heavily. 'Stupid heart rate induced blood flow' I thought as I re-wrapped the wound. Bree couldn't know I had gotten hurt for her, she would freak. It was worth it though, her armour wasn't equipped with the defences I had done with mine as an experiment and she would have never of survived the shot.

The wound wasn't anything big but it still hurt like hell. What hurt more though was Bree's reaction when I told her Ethan called. Even though he hadn't even asked what was wrong with her, and I had saved her life today, she still cared more for him then me.

I finished wrapping the wound and went back to my room, feeling weakened from the blood loss. Like my feelings though, a little sleep and I would forget about them tomorrow morning…right? It's not like I like Bree the way Ethan appears to…


Ethan=Numbers: 11

Chase=Numbers: 5, 6, 7, 13, 15 and 19


Chase is winning by quite a lot and Bree is starting to see how much she needs him.

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