I'm done! *says in a sing-song voice* Okay people, thank you so much for all of your kind reviews. They really mean a lot to me. I thought I lost this chapter, twice! But I managed to save it and make it better then ever. Don't except to see me until June because I'll be in Idaho instead of where I am now. Yes, I'm going on vacation, I'm leaving tomorrow too. So I thought I'd get this done for you guys:) REVIEW PLEASE! (Disclaimer written by the awesome Nancy Austin)

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Joe opened his eyes to a bright light shining directly in his face, he groaned and automatically his hands went up to shield his eyes. *SNAP* Something popped out of his arm leaving Joe with a momentary prick of pain. He gasped and sat up, all senses now awake. Taking a look at his surroundings, he was surprised to find that he was sitting in a hospital bed. Almost immediately his Angel was at his side.

"Joe lie back down, you've pulled out your I.V!" She shrieked easing him back down. Joe opened his mouth to speak but instead retched, a mixture of vomit and blood descended from his throat. Joe's angel covered her mouth, and for a second looked like she might be sick, but quickly catching herself she handed him an emesis bowl. Joe took a breath and retched again before falling forward.

"Easy, easy, I've got you. Woodward!" She murmured her hands running up and down his back comforting him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a well dressed man approach.

"Mr. Hardy, how are you feeling?" Joe closed his eyes and gripped his hands tightly willing himself not to throw up again. "I see." The man noted pointlessly. "On the count of three, One-Two-Three!" They quickly pulled Joe back into a sitting position causing intense pain to shoot through his abdomen. Joe grit his teeth and sunk his face into the pillow until it passed.

"Where-where am I?" He choked studying the blurry faces of the two in front of him. His angel was the first to react, she gave him an apologetic smile then reached forward and re-inserted his I.V. before stepping back.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you where you are at the moment, but I can say you're safe." She said importantly placing her hands behind her back and twiddling her fingers. The man next to her nodded. Joe quickly analyzed the pair, his angel, a tall blond haired, blue eyed beauty acting as if she owned the world. She wanted to tell him something but was holding back. And the man next to her, a doctor, Joe had figured that much out. He was studying Joe, watching his every move.

What happened? He wanted to ask but the angel cut him off.

"We'll talk later, you need rest. Sleep." She ordered him, giving him one last regretful look before leaving the room. The Doctor followed her out, leaving Joe to himself and the numerous machines he was attached to.


Chief Ezra Colig gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"SWAT?" He asked not turning his eyes from the road.

"Ummm ETA Fifteen minutes. They're not going to make it." Lieutenant Baker answered while trying to juggle holding his laptop and equipment box. Chief Colig growled pounding his fist angrily against the dashboard.

Quickly Colig swerved right ignoring the cries of the protest from the passenger side. The cruiser made a sickening groan and screeched soaring on two wheels for a moment. Colig leaned forward to see better, the rain was making it almost impossible to see where they were going and was also making the road slippery. *BUMP!* The cruiser hit a large pothole sending a spray of pebbles and dirt into the windshield and violently throwing Colig back against his seat. He cursed under his breath, but sat back up and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Less then a minute later he slammed on his brakes and jumped out of the car.

"I need my gun Baker!" He barked.

Baker tossed him his glock and grabbed his. Colig snapped his weapon off safety and sprinted towards the Hardy house. Baker stopped Colig at the driveway, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face him.

"Wait, Chief shouldn't we wait for SWAT? They're more capable at handling this then we are. It's their job." Baker asked looking over Colig's shoulder, gripping him tightly. Colig grit his teeth and pulled himself away from the lieutenant's grip. Finally the SWAT van pulled up behind them splashing both cops with dirty street water. Baker looked disgusted. Quickly, brow furrowed with annoyance he started using his hands to wipe his uniform clean.

"Man up boy, hurrican'l destroy it anyway." Baker gave his boss a nasty look but stopped. The team leader of SWAT pulled an automatic out of the van and came up to Colig eyeing the house suspiciously

"Sir, are you 100% sure Saleem is here holding Mr. Hardy and his family hostage?" He asked taking his eyes off the house for a second to see Colig's expression. Colig nodded.

"Dead sure." The call first came when Colig and his family were hiding from the storm in his daughter's basement. Any other call and he would have just sent the force out to deal with it. It was his day off after all, but it was Saleem, Aziz Saleem. The Bayport Police had been on the lookout for Saleem ever since about March when they had gotten a call from the FBI, who, strangely enough wanted to work side by side. Colig declined. They had enough manpower and Intel to deal with it themselves and of course Colig wanted to be the one to put a bullet in Saleem's skull. The tip they had gotten earlier had been their first, and their last. (Colig hoped) Mrs. Grimoke, the one who first called it in, had spent many hours staring outside her window and at least half a dozen phone calls every week to the Police. Colig would have to thank her for that, later. The fact that she saw Saleem near the Hardy house was the fact that scared him the most. Fenton and Hardy had a past together that really even couldn't be described. A dangerous past.

"Sir." The SWAT officer called him pulling Colig out of his reverie. Collig nodded sprinting up the driveway to catch up to the rest of the group. He flattened himself against the wall and peered in watching for any movement. Yep, there it was. Two people fighting, both dark haired. The high shrill sound of a woman's scream broke through the air. Colig grimaced and held his hand up to count down from three on his fingers. On the count of three the officer closest to the door brought his leg up and kicked the door in. Colig stepped in wielding his weapon scanning the room for Saleem.

There he was. It had been a long time since Colig had seen Saleem, but he recognized him from the papers. He moved towards the terrorist his heart hammering loudly in his chest. Without warning he felt a heavy kick to his back and collapsed to the ground. Pain everywhere. Colig coughed weakly moving his hand towards his back to check for injuries. Oh great, he could feel his broken and cracked bones shift under his fingers. Colig groaned and laid his head down. *BANG*BANG* Two loud gunshots echoed through the small room causing Colig to sit up with a gasp. Saleem! Quickly he located the terrorist and began moving ducking just in time to not be pistol whipped by some Arab Saleem brought over.

Saleem pulled out a knife and steadied it his eyes set forward on his target. Without thinking Colig aimed his gun at Saleem's head and pressed the trigger-nothing happened.