Mmm I was excited to write this chapter but I made sure to explain as much as possible. I really hope no one feels like something is missing or doesn't make sense. Enjoy.

Chapter 10: Bang Bang...

Maura pursed her lips as she slowly turned to face the young girl. Instantly her eyes fell to the pistol in Jennifer's hand which was pointed directly at her. Everything made sense now.

"The drugs you where caught with.."

"Coumadin. Only illegal because I was never prescribed it. Turns out it's a dangerous drug when ministered unprofessionaly." A dark look passed through her sister's eyes.

"You where caught tresspassing at Green Cross, wheren't you." Maura peiced together. "You stole the Warfrin so you could help Hill murde-" The word stuck in Maura's throat. She couldn't bring herself to continue. Hill laughed.

"Jenny never layed a finger on them. The pleasure was all mine." Jane shot a threatening look back at the man.

"You sick bastard. You made an innocent girl do your dirty work."

"My dear Jane, I was the one who got my hands dirty." He smirked at his own joke before turning to his partner. "Come now Jenny, I promised you your mother's life. Come now and take it." His eyes grew deadly with blood lust as he watched the girl move forward past her sister and infront of the shaking Constance. He could hardly contain his excitment.

"Don't do this, Jennifer." Jane forced through gritted teeth, the pain in her head almost blinding.

"Please." Maura begged tears stinging in her eyes. "You are not a murder, Jenn. You are not like him. We can help you."

"I don't want any help!" Jennifer barked over her shoulder, eyes never leaving the woman infront of her. How many years had she been put through torment by this very woman. How many people had she hurt just to be here, in this moment, her gun pointed directly towards her mother. Jennifer swallowed hard. There where so many questions running through her head she felt like she might pass out. But there was no time to waste.

"How did my parents really die." She demanded, the remark suprising to everyone but Constance. The older woman merely looked at her youngest daughter with a tortured expression. At the thought of her dear friends she was overcome with guilt and remorse. Constance choked back a sob before answering in almost a whisper.

"They where murdered."

"Who! Who murdered them." Silence.

"Your father had a business partner; William Schotte." At this Constance shook with sobs. "I tried, my daughter, I tried to convict him. He bought his way out of it in the end and got away with it. I'm so sorry." Mrs. Isles fell to her knees no long able to support herself and sobbed heavily into the palm of her hand. Jennifer's wielded pistol shock in her hands now as tears stained her own face. This wasn't what she had expected. How could it have not been Constance Isles who killed her parents. Everything added up to her, but this... This contradicted everything she had learned in the 5 years she dedicated to her revenge on this woman. She didn't know how to continue.

"How- How did you know it was him." Jennifer asked quietly and unsure of herself as she tried to buy enough time to analyze the information and poke a hole through the logic. Constance attempted to regain herself before answering with a sniffle.

"Because of you. You had unintentionaly inherited your families wealth and business and he wanted it all. He came to finish the job..."

"William? What are you do-" Constance stopped, her eyes catching the metal of the gun as he drew it from his large black coat. The older man eyed the woman dangerously.

"Where is she." He demanded. Constance instantly put everything together. The staged killings, Shae Industires suspicious undoing, the missing funds...

"You!" She accused pointing her thing finger at the taller man. He raised his gun threatening.

"WHERE IS SHE!"

"You will never get to her." Constance spat unmoving. Almost on cue, crying erupted from down the hall, Schotte immediatly heading in that direction. "NO!" Constance cried as she threw herself at him struggling to remove the gun from his hand. In a quick motion he brought his elbow into the woman's jaw knocking her to the floor. She recovered quickly tasting blood in her moth but never stopping. She threw herself at him once again propelling both of them into a wall, picture frames and decoration falling to the floor loudly. Instantly the woman reached for a wall prop and smashed in into the man's head. He cried out in pain as the gun fell to the floor as the two of them fell. She crawled helplessly towards the metal weapon, Schotte's hand reaching out and grabbing her by the ankle and away from the gun before she could get a good grip on it. He was on top of her instantly trying to pin the struggling woman. Constance screamed and kicked all she could trying to pry his hands from her.

"Stop!" He growled forcefully slamming her agaist the ground, her head making contact with the elegant wood in a disturbing thud. Her eyes rolled back as she was knocked sensless by the blow. He seized the opportunity to get up, grab the gun and make his way to the room the infant was crying from. An unkown force pulled Constance back to reality and she struggled to her feet and after the gunman. Fear overwhelmed her when the young girl's crying stopped, she tripped into the room to see the man's arms straining in the crib as he hunched over it. Mrs. Isles cried out once again before grabbing the lamp from a side table and bringing it down over his head. He fell into the railings of the crib before falling off it and onto his back. Constance immediatly ran over to the silent infant in the crib prepairing for the worst. Schotte helped himself up using the wall next to him, his hand now aiming the gun at the baby girl.

"No!" Constance screamed scooping the young infant into her arms, hunching over to shield her daughter from the derranged man as he cocked the pistol.

"You... You protected me?" Jennifer questioned, the gun in her hand lowering slightly. Constance smiled warmly at her youngest daughter.

"I would do it again without a second thought." Hill watched his partner disbelievingly as tears trickled down her face.

"Jennifer! You don't actually believe her do you? It's a crackpot story she knows will stop you from-" Jennifer dropped the gun, her knees buckleing as she fell to the floor infront of her mother. Constance welcomed her with forgiving arms, both woman shaking as they wept into each others embrace. Maura smiled through tears at the sight, Jane just as releived. Hill became furious.

"I should have known you'd never go through with it." He growled raising his own gun at the couple on the floor before him. Jennifer instinctivly looked towards the man, her eyes widening as she followed the direction of the barrel to her mother. Time slowed as she franticaly put herself between Constance and Hill, the older woman protesting that she move out of the way. Maura watched on in horror, fear rooting her to the spot. The firing of a gun brought silence upon the roof.

"Are you certain you want another daughter?" An eleven year old Maura questioned looking between her mother and the crib they stood infront of, the young girl just having arrived home from boarding school. Constance smiled at her eldest through a bruised mouth, an abrassion on her high cheek bone pulled together with a butterfly strip.

"I am, yes." Mrs. Isles replied looking fondly at the laughing infant in the crib. Maura felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked down at her new sister as well.

"What was her name, again?" Maura asked reaching down so the baby could grab at her fingers. The small gesture brought a peaceful smile to the eldest daughter, jealousy long forgotten.

"Jennifer Shae."

Jennifer never moved, her eyes on Hill the entire time. She sat crouched infront of her mother who was now silent and still, never dareing to even breath as she eyed the barrel now directly facing her youngest daughter. Hill eyed the girl with a look of pure hatred, his face contorting.

A single tear fell from Maura's fearing eyes as her hands stayed cupped over her mouth.

Everything was silent.

Hill's gun fell to the floor as his hands fell to his side. He choked on the blood now rising in his throat, some even dribbling from his lips. First went his legs as he fell to his knees. He attempted a final word before falling backwards, his eyes rolling up into his head. Jennifer looked down at her own body. Nothing.

Jane lay sideways on the asphault of the roof, the gun she had lunged for smoking in her shaking hands. The detective gritted her teeth, pain shooting through her injured shoulder from the rough landing. Almost in a dream like state, S.W.A.T. rushed the roof demanding everyone drop their weapons. Jane let the gun fall from her hands as she rolled onto her other side craddling her injured arm suppressing the pained groan she felt rising like bile in her throat. Not only had it been the bullet grazed arm but now what she guessed to be a dislocated arm. As S.W.A.T. cleared the roof Jane turned her head to look at Hill who lay a few feet from where she did. Her eyes fell to the red stain now spreading throughout the entire left side of his torso. It was the last thing she saw before she slipped into unconsiousness.

If you have any comments or concerns about the storyline, I'd really like to know. Yes, there is one more chapter (hopefully only one) so don't throw a fit just yet.