Okay...I apologize for the lack of updates...and well for how short this chapter is...

Chapter Seven

Frank sat up against the wall, while Matt held Emily in his arms.

"Look, let them go, you can have me," Frank said.

"Gee...that sounds like a tempting offer, but I'm gonna have to go with no," The man said.

"What is killing us going to do?" Emily asked, as she stood up from the wall her back was against.

"I'm gonna get the sheer pleasure of killing half of an FBI Unit. Plus, I really don't like you guys," the man said.

"So what are you going to do after you kill us?" Emily asked.

"Hmmmm...well given my record, I assume I'll kill more people," The man said.

Emily looked back at Matt, and nodded at him. At that he to rose from the floor, and sat down at Agent Riker's desk. He grabbed a pen and piece of paper and started to jot down some notes. The emergency generators had started to work by now, so he switched on the computer in front of him. He wasn't as intelligent as Lia, but he was damn sure going to try to save them.

"What in the hell is he doing?" the man asked.

"His job," Emily said, now standing in front of Matt.

Matt typed a few things into the computer, and awaited for it to load the information.

"Well, what exactly is his job at this moment?" the man asked, as he lowered his gun, only slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Emily said, as she kept his gaze.

"Listen bitch, you'd better tell me before I shoot him," the man said, pointing the gun in Frank's direction.

"Look, no one else needs to die. You don't need to kill anyone else," Emily tried pleading with him, knowing it was pretty much a lost cause.

"Oh I don't do I?" the man said, before pulling the trigger, and shooting Frank square in the chest.

Frank cried out in pain, before falling backwards. The man turned back toward Emily.

"Looks like I did," the man said, before pointing the gun back in Emily's direction.

Matt typed a little faster, before looking up from the computer.

"No you don't Steven," Matt said, standing up, his hands on Emily's shoulders.

"Oh wow, Mister smarty-pants figured out my name," Steven said, an evil grin on his face.

"Look Steven, if you surrender now, well you just might get out of this alive," Emily said.

"Alive, yeah right...I killed a lot of people, two of which were FBI Agents, and friends of yours. Like you dip wads would let me out of this in one piece," Steven said.

"No, your right, you'll never get out of this alive," Matt said, causing Steven to point his rifle squarely at Matt's head.

Emily closed her eyes, unwilling to watch Matt get shot, because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. She tensed at the sound of a gun going off. After she let the sound register, she automatically knew it was the sound of a high-powered rifle going off. She opened her eyes, and saw Steven laying dead, in a large pool of blood. Emily's hands flew to her mouth, the sheer look of shock, as tears streamed down her face.

Matt made his way to her, and wrapped his arms around her thin frame, kissing her forehead lightly.

"I love you so much," she said, nuzzling her face into his chest.

"I love you too, Em," Matt said, kissing the top of her head.

"On normal occasions that would gross me out, but right now...I'm just glad you guys are still alive," Frank called from where he was still positioned on the floor.

"Frank are you okay?" Emily asked, as she stepped over Steven's lifeless body, and made her way to Frank.

"Yeah, before you guys got here, I slipped on a vest. That's why I kept trying to get him to shoot at me. I was just hoping he wouldn't go for anywhere besides the vest," Frank said.

Matt and Emily helped Frank up, as he took off the vest.

"That's a nasty bruise," Matt commented at the large sized black and blue colored whelp on Frank's chest.

"At least I'm alive," Frank said.

"Yeah," Matt said.

At the Hospital

After much persuading from Matt and Emily, Frank got checked out by a doctor. Who cleared him from any damage, and prescribed him a weeks worth of painkillers. Now as they approached the door to Cheryl's room, they were scared of how upset she would be at them.

"Oh thank god," Cheryl said, worry written across her face.

"How pissed are you?" Matt asked, almost immediately.

"I have one question...did you kill the bastard?" Cheryl asked.

"I shot him in the head. He's as dead as he's ever gonna get," Frank said.

"You did tell people you shot him right?" Cheryl asked.

"Yeah, we waited for the CSI Unit to arrive," Matt said.

"Okay, good...and no one got hurt?" Cheryl asked.

"Frank's got a few very bruised ribs, and a very bruised sternum," Emily said.

"But that's it...right?" Cheryl asked.

"Yeah," Frank said.

"Okay, then...don't you ever do that again," Cheryl said, as she motioned for them to join her.

"How are you feeling?" Frank asked.

"Pretty good considering," Cheryl said.

"Thats good," Emily said, as she sat down beside Matt, his hand in hers.

They settled into a pretty easy conversation, and a few hours had to be forced out of the room. With all of Frank's pleading, they still wouldn't let him stay. Matt and Emily made they're way home for some much needed rest, while Frank roamed the halls of the hospital before deciding to catch up on some rest too.

This is pretty much the last chapter...I am going to write a Prologue...I think it deserves that...considering what I put everyone through...and I want to thank all the readers for reading...especially my reviewers...