A/N: Hi guys! I am so so sorry this has take so long. I haven't been at home for more than two days at a time for 5 weeks now and have just spent 2 weeks in Ireland with my Auntie and Uncle, away from my laptop. I did write another three FanFictions while I was away but have had to copy them up. So here is the next chapter. This story will sadly be finishing soon but there will be an epilogue or a follow up story for the wedding! It is under planning as we read! ENJOY Please read and reveiw! :)

An hour later and the three women were leaving the hospital, accompanied by Stacie. She was rambling non-stop about wedding plans and Chloe was listening to her with rapt attention, giving various inputs with regards to her tastes. Bree and Beca, on the other hand, watched the scene with humour. They were walking along, car insight when there was a gun shot. Beca scooped up Bree and ran to the car, Stacie and Chloe having already reached it thanks to Aubrey's cardio regime. Stacie had gotten in the driver's seat with Chloe accompanying her in the front of the car. Beca pushed Aubrey into the car repeatedly apologising about her lac of care towards Aubrey's injury. She had just shut the car door and was turning to run round to the other side of the car, when she felt cool metal being place on the back of her scalp. Then she heard it. The voice that made her stomach turn almost causing her to lose the coffee and sandwich Stacie had made all three girls eat before leaving the hospital. Jesse.

"Hey baby. What do you say we get out of here? We have to hurry we can leave those filthy sluts in the car and I can get us to LA. You always wanted to go there remember, but instead you stayed to help your hooligan bunch of girly aca-nerds. They're hurting you Beca can't you see it, they are hurting you and brainwashing you." Jesse rambled on not seeming to notice the panic and chaos he had cause to innocent people. Once upon a time, Jesse's rambling would have been endearing in a friendly way but now it seemed purely psychopathic.

Jesse put down the gun and we will talk but you have to put the gun away Jesse and promise me that you won't hurt them." Beca had steeled her voice but it wavered as she spoke the last part. She saw Chloe trying to get out of the car, having clambered into the back and over to Bree's door. Aubrey was holding her back and kept tugging the redhead away from the door.

"Aw come on Becs I am just having a bit of fun." Beca turned around to see a pout gracing his features as if this situation was normal to him.

"I know but why don't we step away from the car, that way they won't hear what we are planning?" Beca trying to phase it in a way that would get him away from her girls.

"Sure that's fine. I love you Beca." Emotion seemed to flood his voice and eyes.

"Yeah me to Jess." Beca replied she couldn't stomach say it back to him. She wouldn't ever forget it if the words fell from her lips to him. No not to Jesse.

Suddenly Jesse was pointing the gun back at Beca. She stopped walking and slightly backed up, her hands raised in a surrendering position.

"Don't you love me Becs?" Jesse's tone was menacing and Beca shiver as the words hit her.

"Of course I don't Jesse. I am gay. I have two wonderful girlfriends who love me for who I am. You are pointing a fucking gun at me Jesse. Oh and to top it all off I am bloody engaged Jesse so leave me alone!" Beca yelled so suddenly that he seemed startled and was distracted for a moment. She took it to her advantage. As she kept talking she advanced on him. She ended up right infront of him.

It all happened so fast. The slap. The gut punch. The push back. The impact. The sound.

The pain…

She got to him she finished her angry rant. She slapped him, she slapped him for putting people she loved in danger, for hurting people. He punched her in the stomach so had she had a hard time not vomiting. He pushed her so hard to the ground that she didn't have time to brace herself before she impacted the floor. Then. Then came the sound. The one that mean so many people would be hurt tonight. The sound that could cost love and life tonight. It was as if Jesse had made a list of people. Those that had already been hurt through Jesse's escape, check. Aubrey Posen, check. Chloe Beale, check. Stacie Conrad, check. The rest of the Bellas, check. Rebecca Troian Spencer Mitchell, yup she's definitely hurt.

The pain…

"Bree let go of me we have to help her. Get her out of there. Please just let go of me. Please Aubrey… please let me go to her." Chloe's voice went from panicked to gut wrenching sobs in a matter of seconds. Aubrey was trying to hold it together, to keep one part of her mind working clearly. It broke her heat to hear the sound that her girlfriend was emitting but she knew that if they went out there, Beca would be shot as would the three of them. He had a gun.

"I am sorry Chloe but you can't get out the car. He would shoot you and I can't live with that." She whispered in a low tone as Chloe's sobs started to quieten and turn to the cute little hiccups she gets when she cries that heavily.

"I am going out there Bree we can't leave her alone to face him. Not again we weren't there the other day to protect her but we are now so I don't understand why we are sitting in a car, acting as though she doesn't need out help right now!" Chloe got exceedingly angrier at Aubrey for telling her what to do again. "I will help her this time." Chloe went to the other car door and opened it.

As she was dropping down the second gun shot rang out. She heard a loud sobbing coming from Aubrey and rushed round the back of the car, just in time to see her fiancées body on the floor eyes closed, a hole just under her right collar bone. Suddenly there were sirens. Great. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse she hear another two shot and shattering glass before Jesse turned the gun on himself. Thinking that Beca was dead and there was a possibility that Stacie and Aubrey may be in similar situations. She ran at him and flung herself onto him with all her might. She knocked the gun away from his hand as she pinned him down.

"You do not get the fucking privilege of ending your worthless shitty life Jesse. Not after what you did today." She punched him in the face twice before he passed out. She scrambled off him looking to the car to see Aubrey stood by the driver's seat with a pained looking Stacie. Her arm was bleeding but she had to help Beca first. She took of her hoodie and reached a shaking hand out to the brunettes neck. She couldn't do it so instead she just pressed it to the wound in Beca shoulder with her hoodie. The action evoked a moaning response from Beca. Chloe let out another sob, this one of relief that Beca was alive.

"Becs you have to wake up. I need to see those stormy eyes of yours. I need your help too, I am mad at Bree for trying to protect me and I need you to mediate." Chloe began one of her ramblings.

"Chloe?" Beca didn't open her eyes but she did respond simply to keep Chloe and Bree from worrying.

"Yes Beca?"

"Shut up your giving me a headache baby" Beca said with a small chuckle which caused her to wince.

The paramedics finally decided to show up and pulled Chloe away to work on Beca. The red head didn't want to move but she had no choice Beca needed help. Help that she couldn't provide right now. She stayed close to Beca but shouted to Aubrey and Stacie to see if they were okay. Aubrey replied that she was fine and asked how Beca was doing? Chloe told her alright. She knew the blonde wanted to be right beside Chloe but stayed with Stacie. One of the bullets had passed straight through her left arm. Aubrey stayed with their friend when she needed them despite her own injuries and Beca's current state. She stayed and Chloe fell in love with her a little more she didn't think was possible.