Sorry for the delay in updates… life has been quite busy with work and my girls playing soccer now. Hopefully I won't keep you waiting that long anymore!

Tom watched helplessly as his partner's body hit the floor with a thud. Doug's eyes were closed and there was blood seeping out from his shoulder. "Doug…" Tom yelled as he ran over to his friend. He pulled Doug up against his lap and checked the wound. Luckily, it looked like the bullet went clean through. "Doug, can you hear me? Come on Penhall, wake up."

"Ah, how touching…" A voice sounded as Tom looked up to find Peterson and his friends enter the cabin. "Shit, looks like my aim's a bit off though." Peterson said as he chuckled.

Tom carefully laid Doug down on the floor and stood up, his fists clenched at his side. "You son of a bitch…" he started, only to have Peterson's gun aimed at his face.

"Now, now Thomas…is that any way to talk to someone who could put a bullet in your head?" Peterson asked, slowly shaking his head.

Tony watched as the two exchanged words and began to wonder what was going on. He took a step forward as he said, "What the hell do you think you're doing, barging into my cabin like this? Who the hell are you?" he yelled, not able to keep his anger from surfacing.

Peterson cocked his gun and pointed it at Tony. "I've got some unfinished business here with Thomas and Douglas. I'm just here to collect… shall we say, a debt, isn't that right Thomas?"

Before Tom could answer, Doug began stirring from his position on the floor. "Tom?" he managed to let escape from his lips. He tried pushing himself up, only to groan in pain. "Damn it."

Tom knelt down beside Doug and helped him sit up. "Doug, take it easy…you've been shot." Tom noticed that the wound was still bleeding and said, "Try not to move too much, you're still bleeding." Tom looked towards Tony and asked, "Can you get me some towels?"

Ignoring the fact that Peterson still had a gun trained on him, Tony made his way into the bathroom to get some towels. "Don't try to stop me either." He said to the gunman. There was no way he was going to let the police officer bleed to death on his living room floor. After finding what he needed, he held them out to Tom.

Tom took the towels and pressed them against the still bleeding wound in Doug's shoulder. Tom could feel Doug's body shaking from the pain that his help was inflicting on him. "Sorry Doug." He said. "I've got to get the bleeding stopped."

Doug looked up at him and managed a smirk. "I'm glad you're not a doctor…your bedside manner is awful."

Tom was about to reply when Peterson grabbed him roughly by the arm. "That's enough." He said as he shoved Tom down onto the couch. He motioned for his men to get the other two onto the couch as well.

Doug wasn't ready for the excruciating pain that radiated throughout his shoulder as two men grabbed him by the arms and tossed him to the couch. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed as the pain became unbearable.

Tom began to get up from the couch to help his friend, "You bastards. Leave him alone!" His outburst was met by a rough shove back to his seat.

"Move again and I'll put a bullet in you right now." Peterson said.

Tom looked over at Doug and could see the pain in his face. Doug had recovered somewhat and noticed Tom looking at him to see if he was alright. He nodded and was about to confirm this but was interrupted by Peterson.

"Okay boys, enough wasting my time. Let's get this over with, shall we?" With that he lowered the gun and pointed it at Tom's head, then to Doug's. "The question is, who should I kill first?" He stopped the gun at Doug's head and asked, "Thomas, do you want to watch your friend die first?" then he moved the gun to Tom's head, "Or do you want to watch Thomas die first?"

Okay guys, sorry this is so short and not that great, but I am having a terrible case of writer's block right now. Hopefully I'll get a brainstorm soon for where this should go next…