A/N: NO IDEA about the Bonnie and Clyde thing mentioned...because im making this up as I go :)

but ya never know!

"CHRIS!" Theresa shouted, stomping into the police station. Everyone looked up at her. Anger, fear, and just plain irritation streaked her face. Along with a few tears. She had spent the entire night crying not over Zane, but over Brian. "HONDO! DEKE! JIMMY!"

They all came from different directions. Chris took her arm, but Theresa had an announcement for the whole of the PD.

"EVERYONE!" she screamed. "SHUT UP, SIT DOWN, AND LISTEN TO ME!"

They all did as they were told. She had decided she wasn't going to play along with Brian. Yeah, she would get him security code, but she wasn't going to keep his fake death a secret. It was now too much for her.

A few more tears slipped down her cheek, and she wiped them away, embarrassed. "I-I have something to tell you all," she said, looking at Jimmy directly. "It...it's about Brian."

"What about him?" he asked carefully.

"What's the meaning of this?" Theresa heard Fuller ask. She turned around, her fists shaking with rage. She was still wearing her clothes from last night, but her jacket wasn't on her, and the bruise on her arm was showing.

Oh, great.

"You shut your mouth," Chris snapped at him. He gave her this 'Don't Mess With Me Look' which she returned with an eye roll. She took her hand, examining the bruise.

"BRIAN GAMBLE IS ALIVE!" she shouted angrily, glaring at all the men and women's faces. "Yeah, I said ALIVE. As in walking, breathing, annoying, stupid...ALIVE!"

Jimmy looked the most shocked out of everyone in the room besides the ranting woman herself. "How is this possible?" he asked in a low voice. Everyone knew there was no point in checking to see if she was lying: she was too upset to be lying, anyway.

"I-I don't know," Theresa stammered, the volume of her voice going down, but everyone stayed quiet so they could hear her explanation. Some of the men and women around her wore skepticism on their faces, but she knew they were at least trying to believe her. "He...he just came to my house yesterday, hit me on the head with his gun, and then he saved me from...Zane, and then he disappeared!"

She was not telling them about the entrance code to armory thing. She figured there was something very, very wrong with her for her to be thinking like this. It wasn't logical. And everyone knew that she would never cry this much for anyone but her sister. So something was definitely messing with her head.

"You saw him?" Hondo asked, looking a little skeptical but nonetheless alert. He had his hand on his holstered gun.

"YES, I BLOODY WELL SAW HIM!" she raged, snapping her hand away from Chris. "And Zane did that, not Brian!"

"Well, if this is all true," Fuller began, but she didn't let him finish. Brian had hated him ever since he'd become the boss of it all, and she had quickly followed him to the same conclusion: the world was better off without Thomas Fuller messing everything up for everyone who'd done their job well.

"YOU BET YOUR FANCY BUTT IT'S TRUE," she screeched. "HOW ABOUT YOU DIG UP HIS GRAVE, HUH? HOW ABOUT YOU DO THAT!"

"Theresa," Jimmy tried, but she wasn't done.

"HE IS ALIVE! DIG IT UP, I TELL YOU, AND YOU WON'T FIND THAT STUPID, ARROGANT, LITTLE—"

"Paile," Hondo said forcefully, grasping her by the shoulders. "We'll do it! Just stop yellin'."

"I'm sorry," she gulped, wiping her face hurriedly to get rid evidence that told the world Brian had actually caused her more pain that she let on. "It... he just told me not to tell, and I just did, and... He might kill you!"

"No surprise," Deke said. "Now come on. Let's get digging."

Hondo turned around to get the PD's attention again. "Listen up," he shouted, "all of you who're on break, off duty, or going to watch a soap opera, grab a shovel, hop in a car, and get moving! We're going to see how dead Gamble really is!"

Theresa gave him a thankful look as Chris pulled her towards the doors with a worried expression, on their way to a squad car that would carry them much too slowly to the graveyard Theresa would learn to hate with all the darkness of her being.


Once they had arrived at the grave, they had ignored the media's bombardment of questions as they had dug for only an hour, with dozens of men and woman assisting. "Miss Paile," a reporter called to the woman standing a ways away with Chris, who had just explained to her all that had happened...leaving out the entrance code for the armory, of course. For what? she had asked herself over and over as she went over details with her worried friend. "Miss Paile, how did you know he was alive? Did you have a relationship with him? Were you perhaps working with him when he tried to take down the SWAT team a month ago?"

The questions kept coming, but somehow Theresa managed not to snap under the weight on her shoulders.

"Therese," Chris said softly, pulling her towards the grave, now dug up. They were prying away the lid to the coffin and a series of gasps followed the revealing of an empty coffin, aside from a few cinder blocks.

"I KNEW IT!" Theresa shrieked, tears streaming down her face as she fell to the ground, sobbing. Normally, she would never had cried for anyone but her sister this much. No one at all. But now it was real. Everyone knew. Was she going to die? Was Thelma going to? What about her friends, all the police she knew? What was going to happen next?

"I KNEW THAT SORRY LITTLE JERK WASN'T DEAD!" she managed to stand up and stomp around, forgetting the officers and the bystanders and the media personnel who were watching and filming her and sending her sympathetic looks. "I TOLD YOU SO!" she shouted, going right up to Fuller, who had a look of dismay and shock on his face, and shoving him so hard he fell to the ground. No one made a move to help him up. No one respected him that much. "I TOLD YOU THAT HE WAS ALIVE! AND YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!"

"Someone get her out of here," Hondo ordered, and Chris began dragging her away, kicking and screaming and crying and sobbing and swearing all at once at everyone around her. With some difficulty, Officer Sanchez had managed to get her into the squad car and was driving her home. She cried the entire way there, and didn't even stop when Chris silently helped her into the car and left her in the arms of her sister, who had stayed home due to Theresa's chaotic behavior.

"Shhh," Thelma kept repeating to the girl. The three women were all on the couch now, and the sobs soon were reduced to snores. Thelma shook her head at the sleeping form of her very upset sister. "I had no idea," she told Chris quietly. "So this was why she was acting so weird yesterday. But...Gamble? He threatened to kill my sister! When I turned on the news and saw my sister screaming like she was..."

"It's okay," Chris assured her. "We'll find him and catch him and put him where he belongs."

"I don't think she likes the fact that she believed him to be dead," Thelma said thoughtfully. "She only told me once that he should have gotten life in jail instead of getting his life taken away."

"Yeah," Chris said uncertainly. "Um...do you know how Zane is?"

"No," Thelma said, scowling at the mention of him. "Why?"

"Gamble stuck his neck out for her, right? More than he did anything else, right?"

Thelma nodded. "So?"

"If Zane hurt her, what would Gamble do?"

Thelma thought a moment, and then shook her head, a grim look on her face. "Can I tell you a short story, Officer Sanchez?"

"Yeah, and call me Chris. Your sister does."

Thelma nodded slowly. "Right...Chris. Well, after the first few times my sister and that guy hung out, Zane started treating her real bad. I mean, worse than usual. She never told the police and she forbid me or Melody, a friend of ours, from telling her about the abuse she suffered from. Well, one night, she came here... Gamble had come here earlier, too. The three of us had planned to stay up all night drinking here and watch TV and stuff. But when she came through that door...my god, I didn't even recognize her. Gamble saw that Zane had followed her here and, well...he sort of beat him half to death. Threatened to kill him and feed him to alligators if he ever came near her again as long as he was around."

She took a deep breath after a short pause. "Chris, I belive that if he isn't already, Zane will be dead soon. Truth is, he deserved what Gamble gave him all those years ago, and he deserves whatever is coming to him now."

The SWAT officer nodded in understanding. "Thanks, man," she said, patting her on the arm. "Call me if you need anything. If you see, hear, smell, or even think Gamble could be around, you call. Okay?"

Thelma nodded. It wasn't even noon yet, and she needed to go to work. "I think that now he knows that everyone knows he's alive, he won't come around here anymore. He's not that stupid. I have to go to work, but I'm sure by the time I'll get back she'll be fine."

Chris nodded standing up. "Remember what I said 'bout calling me," she said as she headed for the door.

"Oh, don't worry, I doubt we'll ever see him again."

Famous.

Last.

Words.

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