"You're not welcome here anymore" Page said, she went to move towards Jorge but a something caught her by the elbow. She looked and saw Mr. Homes umbrella handle.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" said Mycroft very low so no one else would hear.

Page looked confused, then she heard the screams and yells of her customers. She turned back to Jorge who now was holding up a gun. The people in line went to the floor like if it was a bank robbery. But it wasn't, Page knew what he wanted, why he was here. She glance over to the front counter and saw Haley hiding behind it. It was mostly see through, there was no way Jorge wouldn't see her.

Jorge started yelling at the people on the floor telling them to move one way of the other, waving his gun ever which way. He moved to the counter and Page took a step to move in front of him, but again got stopped. This time by Mr. Homes hand pulling her back.

"you're going to get yourself killed if you do that" he said, voice still very low.

"I don't care," Page replied, just as quiet. "I only care about Haley" she tired to remove his hand with hers, but it didn't budge. She looked right at Mycroft. His body was turned to her, his right hand on her arm and his umbrella in his other hand "let go" she hissed, trying again to move, but failed.

"Listen," he said, making eye contact. "you see, but you do not observe." He glanced over to Jorge, who had made it to the counter. He was crouch down and trying to talk to Haley through the glass. He looked like a mess. Blood shoot eyes, tear stain cheeks, hair flopped mostly in his face. His clothes were a ripped t shirt that matched his holy jeans and shoes that were practically falling apart.

"He looks like hell," said Page, "makes sense though, they broke up a few days ago"

Mycroft got closer to her ear ."Listen," he said again, moving his head back to Jorge was.

Page listen to what Jorge was saying. He kept saying how much he loved Haley and how they could try again. Make it work this time. All the things Page has heard before from Jorge. But then he started saying how everything was 'her' fault, that if it wasn't for 'her' they would have been happy, they would be happy again without 'her'.

"He blames me…" Page said.

"It would seem so." said Mycroft, "he is going to try to kill you"

"What have I done to him?" Page asked annoyed.

"I assume that you encouraged the young lady to brake all engagements with the troubled lad."

"Ahh, yes, that I did..." said Page.

A man in his 30's stood up from the ground and walked slowly over to Jorge with his hands in the air. Jorge turned around slowly his back and head still on the glass, gun still limp in his hand on the ground.

"I'm James," said the man, "I can see you're not a bad guy, so how about letting us go?"

"Well he's going to get us all killed" said Mycroft.

"Least he's trying to help" said Page.

"He's an idiot" replied Mycroft.

"James…" Jorge slurred his name. "Why are you here?"

James looked confused. "Well I -"

Jorge interrupted him. "you're here to flirt with Haley" Jorge pointed the gun at James. "You're here to take her away from me!" He yelled stumbling to get off the floor.

James slowing back a couple feet away, "no, no man. I'm not, I swear."

"Told you." Said Mycroft.

"How do we get out of this without someone getting hurt?" Asked Page.

Mycroft let go of her arm and looked at her curiously. "you don't seem alarmed, so I'm figuring you have been in a situation before... maybe a more than once?" he stared at Page but she didn't answer. So he moved on "Why should I help you? You ruined my favorite cake."

Page scrunched up her face. "This is still about the CAKE?" Page practically yelled at him. Which got the attention of Jorge.

"YOU! You took Haley away from me!" Jorge had turned away from James to Page. James took the opportunity to slowly go back to the floor, trying to be part of the tile floor.

Page flipped her head to Jorge. "Shut up Jorge!" She yelled and turned back to Mycroft. "You won't help because of cake?! You have got to be kidding me"

"It was my favorite." Mycroft said simply.

"Don't ignore me!" Jorge yelled.

But Page did indeed ignore him and continue to talk to Mycroft. "so you'd like people die because of cake? "

"People die every day, good cake is extremely hard to come by" said Mycroft.

Page made a face at him. She turned her head when she heard Jorge cocked back the gun. He had the gun a couple

inches from her head. "I'll make you a deal" she said.

"You have nothing I want" said Jorge.

"I'll find the recipe and make you the cake"

Jorge looked confused" what are you talking about? I don't want cake! I want you gone!" He yelled. Pushing the gun to her temple.

"Deal" is all Mycroft said before he went into action. It was so fast Page barley knew what happened. Poor Jorge had no clue.

Mycroft moved the gun up with one hand, it went off, but it was aimed at the ceiling. In less than a second Mycroft hit Jorge in the throat with his umbrella handle. He stumbled backwards clutching his throat. Jorge tried to point the gun at them again, but Mycroft was too fast. He was already in his space, holding Jorge's gun hand up.

"I should be thanking you Jorge," Mycroft whispered, he pointed his umbrella at Jorge, he push a button on the handle and it sent an electric shook through Jorge's body. He fell on the hard ground twitching. Mycroft then turned to Page. "I'll be in later to collect on our deal." he said before calmly walking out the door.

Note: sorry for the people that read the unedited version of chapter 1. I had 2 copies of the same thing and uploaded the wrong one. There will still be spelling and other errors. Because I wrote it for fun and didn't looked to deep into it. Editing always take the fun out of it for me lol But I understand peoples frustration with wrong and misspelled words. I hope you still have fun reading it though. I had fun writing it :)