If i owned it, It would be on NZ TV again before the USA saw it, just for once.

Right heres the rewritten twice chapter for all you readers out there. I have the next one nearly ready to go... Don't forget to review!

Later all Flack could remember were glimpses of what had happened, standing outside with his heart beating in his throat, hearing that spurt of gunfire, running up the narrow stairs on the side of the building, crashing though the door, the white walls with splashes of blood and dark GSR marks, the naked and terrified young girl with blood spraying from her leg arterial wound leaving cascading marks on the grubby ceiling, three discarded guns (one looked to be an WWII machine gun but he couldn't be sure) and three bodies. Three bodies lying still as corpses, the blood pooling beneath them, Charlotte's red hair almost invisible in her blood, Mac's hair dyed red- he could hardly tell them apart as they lay slumped against the wall. A moan emitted from the perp, breaking the spell and Flack was pushed back as the other teams arrived for clean up. Flashing lights outside and then later in the ambulance seemed to dominate the scene. Flack had been sent back down the stairs as three people were carried off to the nearest hospital and one descended the stairs in a body bag. Flack had no idea who had or hadn't survived.

It was Lindsay that drove him to the hospital, his hands shaking too bad to drive- Stella was the same. Nobody knew which body was which, everything was hazy. All he knew was he had now been sitting in this plastic chair with a semi strong sedative running though his veins for 4 hours, 32 minutes and 16 seconds while they waited for someone to confirm who was in the operating room. Both Flack and Stella had collapsed in tears and screamed the names of their loved ones upon finding out that only one NYPD officer was brought in. The ER team had had both sedated as quickly as possible, Stella with a stronger one than Flack just to calm them and let them sleep for a bit but only Stella had been able to fall asleep. The perp and the still unnamed victim were both alive but either Flack or Stella had lost a loved one. All three shooting victims were currently in surgery and no doctor had been out to confirm identity, they had quite literally been rushed in and straight to surgery. Time seemed to slow around them, Flack vaguely remembered McGee rushing in for Gibbs at 3 hours 16 minutes and (much to Gibbs' disgust) the entire NCIS team being dragged out fly to Washington for assistance with an international terrorist crisis.


4 Hours 59 minutes

The sedative had slowly started to loosen its grip and time was becoming more relative to Flack. Sid had called saying he didn't even know who was on the autopsy table because their team had been removed from case citing "conflict of interest" All he knew was that ten shots were definitely fired in that small room, they were still checking fragments and without the bullets recovered from the victims they wouldn't know for sure for a while.


5 hours 24 minutes

The footsteps stopped this time, after hours of waiting/fearing/hoping that someone would stop but having to endure their door being past time and time again. A blood covered doctor in surgical scrubs and bags under her eyes stepped into the room. She was visibly swaying from exhaustion, and seemed to force her words out.

"You're the NYPD guys?" she asked tensely. Flack nodded and stepped forward, Stella still slept curled on the seats with her head in Lindsay's lap and Danny gripped Flack's shoulder, partly to stop his pacing and partly to keep him upright if it was bad news. "I've just removed 6 bullets from Mr. Browning. He's not out of the woods yet but if he survives the week you can take him in about three weeks although he'll require almost constant attention. He ended up with two bullets to the liver, his kidneys were so torn and shredded that I had to remove them and he'll need a transplant. There were other injuries of course but they were the major ones that will require most attention. Do you want the bullets now?"

Danny stepped forward and gently interrupted her, "uh, we aren't that NYPD team, we're waiting for news on our team member but unfortunately we don't know which one was brought in. No one's telling us nothing."

She frowned, "That's not right, you should have been told a while ago. I'll get an orderly to find out, in the meantime I need to find the right team and then I need sleep, I've been in surgery for over 5 hours. Someone should be with you shortly, well as soon as this bloody hospital can manage" she left the room silent except for the continued pacing of Flack and occasional snore from Stella.


5 Hours 47 minutes

Twenty three minutes, that's how long it had taken for someone to find out. That's how long it took for their moment of truth. An orderly appeared with a brown paper bag stamped "Patients belongings". He handed it to Danny and then left, clearly on his way to clock off for the day. Danny held it for a moment then spotting the bloody smudge from whoever had placed the belongings in folding the top down. He placed it on the table and signalled to Flack who was avoiding the bag like it was a bomb.

"Come on man, you gotta know. This is what you gotta do" With tears beginning to fall Flack reached out and unrolled the top and eased his hand into the paper bag. Bringing his hand out and displaying the item he watched with tears rolling down his face steadily as Danny and Lindsay both went white and started to cry with him.


A/N right since the next chapter will be a tear jerking cliff hanger, who died type thing I'm holding it off... Mwhahahaha now heres what you have to do to get it, all I need from you guys is at least 10 reviews to get the next chapter. now I'm sorry for killing someone but you will find out who soon enough. i was thinking about continuing this story for a bit long a post funeral how is the team coping thing and might work in some drama with the reaction of the partner left behind... let me know what you think. Might even turn it into a short sequal, just for you guys.