A/N: Omg can you all forgive me? I'm SO sorry I've left you all hanging like that. x_x After this chapter though there's only one left which I swear will be up next week. Possibly even this weekend since I'm off. :)
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The two days went by peacefully, well except at work Heather happened to be working those days and making Gwen's life hell, but after work everything was well and good. Duncan picked her up from work, took her to school, waited the few hours for her classes to get out and took her home, spent time with her and even met her Mother and brother. Her Mom didn't approve too much, but promised she wouldn't interfere with Gwen's relationship since she was old enough to make her own choices. Her brother on the other hand was just enthralled by the car Duncan drove, and was completely thrilled when he promised that he could drive it as soon as he got his permit. Finally something to motivate the kid.

Duncan did have work to do so sometimes he'd have to leave early or not show up at all, but Gwen understood, while her Mother ranted some about it. The night of the second peaceful day Gwen had Duncan in her bedroom and they were watching TV. She was getting ready to ask him if he could leave this life of crime and not settle down with her, but at least get a legit job, so she could stop worrying about him every time he left to do some work. As she opened her mouth to begin the conversation his phone went off…
"Hey boss, nice trip to Vegas?" It was followed by a short laugh. "You're getting in at nine? Alright, yeah I'll be home. See you then." And they hung up. "Looks like I have to leave really early, sweetheart."
"That's okay." She smiled at him. Looks like that talk would have to wait till later…

About eight in the morning Duncan left back to his apartment, and Gwen was left sleeping in her bed, after all it was her day off. Eight thirty rolled around and a ring tone woke her up. It wasn't hers though, it was Duncan's.
"He left his phone here…" She sighed. "So much for my beauty sleep." She dragged herself out of bed and got dressed. She knew it was important that he had his phone on him.

After the thirty five minute bus ride and two block walk Gwen arrived at Duncan's apartment. She climbed the stairs to it and knocked on his door. His door opened.
"Hey Gwen, what brings you here?"
"You left your phone at my place." She said pulling it from her pocket.
"Thanks, I was looking for it just a minute ago too." He laughed. "I'll swing by your place tonight at about ten, is that okay?"
"Yeah, perfect, see you then." She kissed him and went back on her way.

When Gwen returned home, her brother came up to her;
"Hey, some guy came here looking for you."
"Who?" She asked raising an eyebrow some.
"Said his name was Trent."
Gwen was silent for a moment, nodded some at her brother and left up to her room.

Ten o'clock that night Duncan showed up, when he didn't have other things to do, he was always on time. Mom and brother were out. One at work, the other at a friends house, Gwen had the whole place to herself, which made it ideal to have a movie night on the couch with Duncan. Gwen had herself curled against him and he had his arm around her, enjoying the movie.

During a quiet point in the movie, Gwen heard the front door open. She shrugged; her brother must have forgotten something. She settled back into watching the movie. Suddenly the room was bathed in the soft light from the ceiling fan, and when Gwen turned to bitch her brother out, she paused, mouth somewhat open in shock.
"Gwen."
"Trent…"
Duncan turned to look; "Boss…"
Trent's eyes narrowed as his gaze turned from Gwen to Duncan. "Duncan…I didn't know you knew Gwen." His answer was silence as Duncan tried to form a good excuse. "But you know what—it doesn't matter. I got some very interesting information once you left Vegas, Gwen.
"Oh?" Gwen asked biting her top lip some, almost afraid to find out what it was.
"You're working for the cops, hm?"

She swallowed. "Who told you?"
"Your undercover." Trent smirked. "Who is actually working for us. Owen and I have been very good friends for years. Did you really think he'd rat me out?"

That was why the tapes were blank. Gwen went to stand up, when he pulled a hand gun from his pocket and pointed it at her. "Sit down."

She did as told. Trent's eyes moved toward Duncan.
"And you. Have you been working with her this whole time too?"
"No way!" He said. "You know I hate cops." He went to get up, but was told in an even more firm voice to "sit his ass down".

The barrel of the gun wavered between the two of them. Gwen sat perfectly still in fear.
"So Gwen tell me, have you had any trouble recently? You know—maybe people shooting up your house?"
"You knew about that!" She cried.
"I didn't. But Owen did. As soon as he found out you were working for the cops he found some gang members that Duncan had previously roughed up and hired them to get rid of you."
"That is low, really low." Duncan hissed.
"Shut up." The barrel landed on him, and Duncan was silent.
"You know Gwen—" Trent continued looking at her. "I actually liked you. You think I take anyone to Vegas with me and let them charge on my credit card? And you were using me for all you could get and then you were going to put me away forever, huh?" He was staring her down and Gwen could barely bring herself to move her hand, much less form words. "As far as I'm concerned you're both traitors and you know how I deal with those…?" He smiled in a twisted way. Gwen heard the sound of the gun cock, but when the ear shattering sound of the bullet being discharged hit the air she squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself hit the ground.

The only pain she could feel was from hitting her funny bone on the wood floor. She rolled onto her back and looked up. Duncan was holding his arm.
"So eager to die too? All she's going to do is lock you up too." Trent taunted. The look on Duncan's face was warped with pain, and anger. In a split second Duncan had quarterback tackled Trent and the gun went up into the air and hit the ground, discharging another round that hit the wall.

Gwen got to her feet and went to rush to Duncan, especially when she saw Trent dig two fingers into the bullet wound on his arm. Duncan let out a pain filled scream and was forced to let go with his injured arm.
"GET THE GUN GWEN, GET THE GUN!" He yelled. Trent threw him to the floor and got up and from the inside of his jacket produced another, smaller gun. Gwen had her back turned to get the gun when she heard another loud BANG and Duncan cry out. She whirled around and blood was pooling around him. Trent was kneeling next to Duncan, who was struggling for breath, and using his good hand to put pressure on the wound in his stomach.
"Don't worry, she'll be joining you soon enough." Trent said in a soft, almost caring voice.

Gwen snatched the gun up from the floor and pointed it point blank at Trent.
"Drop your gun." She said feeling her emotions take over, causing tears to make her vision a bit blurry. She wiped her eyes and saw him press the barrel of the gun against Duncan's temple.
"Tell her goodbye." He said smirking.
"I SAID DROP IT!" She screeched.

It cocked and Gwen couldn't give him another chance, her index finger squeezed the trigger, once, twice, three times, and she heard something slump to the floor. She opened her eyes, and Trent was laying backwards on the floor, the gun had fallen away from his hand. Two of the shots had hit their mark and the third hit the front door.

Just then the said front door was kicked in and Bridgette and about ten SWAT officers and FBI agents flooded the room.
"The girl's on our side! Don't hurt her!" Bridgette called out as she made a B-Line for Trent, and kicked the gun away from him, just in case. Gwen felt the gun in her hands being pried from her. The agent was trying to coax her into relaxing even a little bit, and finally her death grip loosened and she slumped to her knees and leaned against the agents' legs and started to sob.