Brian Norbeck sat up at his desk in the squad room, listening in on the conversation between Nola and Mike. When he heard "This could be it" he turned around in his desk and opened the bottom drawer. He took out a gun and stood up, walking silently towards them. When he saw Falacci take out the gun he stumbled and dropped his own right as the captain was walking out of his office.

"What the hell, detecti-"

BANG! The gun went off and the captain fell. Nola turned around and aimed the gun at Norbeck. "Logan, there's a mole."

"I can see the Falacci," he said, standing up and walking towards him. "Put down the gun."

"I'll shoot!" he yelled, walking backwards.

"No, you won't, you're going to hand me that gun." Mike moved closer.

"No, I'm not!" The shooter reached a corner.

"The game's up," said Falacci.

Norbeck contemplated giving up the gun and serving jail time; instead he took his gun and ate it.

BANG! Another bullet flew and hit him in the thigh before he could kill himself. Mike looked back at Nola, who had dropped the gun in shock. "I shot him!" she said, amazed.

Mike rushed over to the captain. "Ross, are you okay? Talk to me!"

"I'm fine Logan!" he said, clutching his bullet pierced arm. "I'll be fine."

"Fine?" Nola said, panicking, "you're bleeding everywhere! Quick, somebody call a bus!"

Mike walked over to Norbeck and kicked him, evoking a scream of pain. "Now we know how they've known all of our movements; it's over."

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The man keeping guard came back into the room to see Alex sitting on the floor, alone. "Where's the other one?" he asked, looking around.

"Nowhere," she said innocently.

"Look bitch if you don't tell me where he is in ten seconds I'll give you something to scream about."

She didn't move.

"One, two, three, four…" He started undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. "Six, seven, eight, nine-" A blow came down hard over the top of his head; he fell over unconscious.

"Ten," said Bobby, running over to Alex.

"How'd you get behind him so fast?" she said, looking up at him in awe.

"Easy," he said, lifting her up to her feet. "You'd be surprised how stupid men can get in front of a beautiful woman."

She kissed him quickly and said, "Let's get out of here."

They walked cautiously down the hall and turned at the bend at the left. They saw the stairs leading out of there ahead of them…and the man who was guarding them.

"Stop!" he yelled, and walked towards them with his gun drawn. Alex grabbed Bobby's hand as he stepped in front of her.

"Don't touch her," he said as the door at the top of the stairs flew open. Cops poured in through the entryway with their guns up; Falacci was at the head of the pack.

"Drop it!" she yelled.

The man, still facing Bobby and Alex, dropped the gun on the floor. The police grabbed him by the arms and hiked him up the stairs. Alex stepped out from behind Bobby and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Nola," she said, dusting the dirt of her back.

"You two okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Bobby. The three detectives walked up the stairs and out into the moonlight. Outside, Logan walked up to Bobby and gave him a pat on the back.

"Good to see you Goren."

"You too Logan," he said, and sat on the steps.

"What happened?" asked Alex. "How did they-"

"There was a guy on the inside, Norbeck."

"I brought him coffee once," said Alex.

"He tipped them off at the hotel."

"Where is he now?"

"He's in the hospital," Mike smiled. " Falacci shot him."

"Thanks," said Bobby. "I would have done worse."

"Are there any more out there?" asked Alex, holding tight to Bobby's arm.

"No," said Nola, "the sting was successful. You don't have any more to fear from them.

Bobby and Alex were taken to the hospital; they had lucked out: nothing was wrong. They checked her stomach to find some minor bruising but the baby would be fine. They gave her some medication for pain and released them.

Later that night Alex woke up with a start and looked around, making sure she wasn't still in a dark basement; the familiar green walls told her she was at home. She looked around and saw that the sidelight was one; Bobby was still up, staring into space. "Hey," she asked, "are you okay?"

He came out of it and looked down at her. "Yeah, I was just thinking."

"A penny for your thoughts," she said, rolling onto her side.

Lying down next to her, he stroked her hair. "I was just thinking…do you blame me?"

"For what?"

"For all of this, the problems with the group?"

"Bobby," she said, "it wasn't your fault-"

"Yes it is," he said, turning away. "If I hadn't been so wrapped up in work, if I had made you, made us, take this time off Norbeck wouldn't have known where we were and maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"Hey," she said, "turn around." He moved back to face her. "It would have happened anyway. They wanted me to suffer."

"I just-"

"Bobby, no, it had nothing to do with us. In fact, if it wasn't for you I probably would have been stuck in that dark room forever." He held his hand to her face. "I love you more than anything. We made it through this together, now let it go."

"Alright," he said, rubbing his thumb along her cheek.

Alex looked away for a second. "You know," she said, "I've been thinking…I still haven't gotten fitted for my wedding dress yet. I'd better get started, we only have two more weeks."

"You okay for going on with the wedding," he said. "After all of this I was worried that you'd-"

"There's nothing I want more than to call you my husband."

"Really?"

"Really." She took his hand from her face and held it to her stomach. "I want this baby to come into this world knowing that it's mother and father will be together forever."