If I owned it I wouldnt be in NZ right now, I'd be in NYC...

Okay so i DIDNT get 10 reviews. Ouch. I did get 5 though and as a result I'm posting the first half of chapter ten. But if you wanna know what went on in that room you need to click that little blue button.

Also details at the end on having your say on the ending at the end of this chapter, but i wont know what you want unless you review...

Charlotte's engagement ring lay in Flack's hand, his fingers involuntarily clenching on the ring. Tears running down his face as he silently thanked all the Gods that had ever even for a moment for been worshiped by humans for keeping his Charlotte alive. He fell to his knees at the realisation that if Charlotte was in there, his boss, his mentor, his friend was dead- and his baby was still unaccounted for. Lindsay was trembling and crying over Stella. With bloodshot and teary eyes she raised her head.

"Whose going to tell Stella?" Lindsay's voice trembled. Danny sighed and sat down heavily next to her.

"I will. She's going to be devastated, we might need to have a nurse ready with another sedative." Flack nodded and was about to answer when a nurse appeared at the door.

"Is the family of Charlotte Gibbs here? Ms. Gibbs is out of surgery and the doctor would like to talk to someone about her condition." Flack turned to her,

"we're her family but we might need to get someone in here. We have to tell this woman," he nodded at Stella, "that her boyfriend is dead. Its not going to be easy." The nurse looked at Stella and the redness still surrounding her eyes.

"Sure, I'll grab the doctor and come back with a sedative." she turned and left. A few minutes of sobbing and nose blowing past before the doctor came in with the returning nurse. A tall pale woman with bright brown eyes and dark hair stood in the doorway. She wore blood splattered green surgical scrubs, with a jolt Danny realised that the blood must be Charlotte's blood, he sat silent not wanting to point out the fact to Flack whose face radiated joy at the knowledge that his love was still alive, Danny turned and looked at Lindsay, her face torn between joy at her friend's survival and grief for her boss' death.

"My name is Dr. Evans, who here is for Ms. Gibbs?" Flack stepped forward and held out his hand.

"Don Flack. I'm Charlotte's fiancé. Please, how is she? How is the baby? Are they okay? Alive? Please tell me something, anything" Dr. Evans smiled and shook his hand.

"Please Mr Flack, calm down. Ms Gibbs is alive and so is her child. Her bullet proof vest took most of the impact but I'm afraid that even a bullet proof vest can be no match for a machine gun in close range. Ms. Gibbs took two bullets to the left arm, one to the left shoulder another to the upper leg. There was a though and though that hit her in the upper chest, just slightly to the left of the heart. Oh and she took one to the right foot. Thankfully the vest protected the baby. Now as for the baby, thankfully the only effect this had on the baby was the lack of blood from the mother, we've placed a direct IV into the umbilical cord to remedy this and until the baby is born we'll have no idea of any metal development damage but-" she said raising a hand to silence Flack, "-I'm sure Bubs is fine. Ms. Gibbs is resting now and if you're quiet I'll let you go in one at a time but only for a few minutes, she'll be here for a while recovering. In fact I doubt she'll be at home until after the baby is born. Just as a precaution."

Flack felt like kissing the woman for saving not only his future wife but his baby too. He turned and smiled at Danny, who was still sitting next to his girlfriend.

"I'm still going to be a daddy!" Danny's small, teary smile reminded Flack of the cost that had been paid for Charlotte's survival. Mac.

Charlotte was dreaming, she saw herself getting ready for the raid. Carefully and slowly she put on her boots, all the time talking to her belly. "we're going to kick some bad guy arse bubs, although we won't call it that when you're born. Mummy doesn't want you learning naughty words from her. Daddy can teach them to you then Mummy can get angry with him and when you're older, 30 at least, you can learn what make up sex is all about." She flashed forward in her dream, she was climbing the stairs to the office, the door was partly open and from this angle she could see a young woman lying on the floor. Her hands were taped above her head and her feet taped in the Madonna pose. A tall thin man stood over her, from where she stood crouched on the outdoor stairs she could hear his voice.

"you were suppose to be my amusement until the cops arrived, pity they came early. Now I have to kill you now. You were so beautiful too." the man leaned forward and raised a knife. Charlotte's maternal instinct jumped into overdrive as she stood up and pushed open the door calm and collect, her gun raised.

Jeanette Parlane was nineteen years old. She worked at the café on the corner of her apartment block as a waitress from 8am to 9pm everyday before going back upstairs to cook dinner for her ailing grandmother and mother. Her mother worked from 1pm to 1am at the local hospital as a laundry lady. The day before she had been leaving the greasy 24 hour café when a clocked hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the alley. Jeanette had awoken the next morning naked and taped to the floor of a dirty office. Then she had known she was going to die. Jeanette didn't understand what the thin man was saying, she only spoke Spanish and French- being of a French father and Spanish mother and living for the last 17 years in Mexico. She spoke only enough English to do her job, but not enough to follow what the man was saying. He was holding a gun and a knife in his hands, she didn't know which but one would kill her. Her only hope was that her mother and her grandmother could learn to cope without- that and (in a selfish moment) that her father, dead for 13 years, was waiting for her in heaven.

"You were suppose to be my amusement until the cops arrived, pity they came early. Now I have to kill you now. You were so beautiful too." The man leaned forward and raised the knife. Jeanette closed her eyes and prayed for a swift death when the door opened.

Charlotte was horrified to find this man not only armed with a knife but a WWII machine gun. A MACHINE GUN?! When Charlotte was growing up her uncle had a small, well huge, interest in WWII weapons and their uses. She had spent many Sunday afternoons trailing though Auckland's War Memorial museum with him looking at the WWII weapons displays and then once a month going though the aviation section of MOTAT. Knowing that her bullet proof vest wasn't invincible against one of these guns at close range, she took a deep breath and shifted to the side so Mac could come in from the stairs. A slight touch on her shoulder let her know that he would start to talk. The man, Charles Browning, watched them with a raised eyebrow,

"It's polite to greet your host when you arrive." Browning cackled, and stepped forward. "Come in detective and Dr. Is it right for women to be Dr's? I think not. A well respected male should be in your place." Charlotte ground her teeth. Who the hell was this guy!? She'd show him what feminism was since clearly he missed the revolution! She placed her finger on the trigger and was about to pull the trigger when Mac stepped forward.

Well i didnt get my reviews so I thought really hard, because somewhere in this chapter is word 20,000!! yes this story has hit 20,000 words... I was really excited and wanted to post it as soon as I could but at the same time I didnt get those reviews... :( so hope you enjoyed chapter 10 part one and I'll make part two chapter 11 and describe what went on in that office but I need another 5 reviews for that.

I also want to thank all my reviewers who have been amazing so far and this story is going to start wrapping up soon, just gotta wrap up the loose ends, but i wanna know what you guys think about where i should end it, the one year anniversary after or the wedding or 5 years later... after all i don't plan a sequal for this but maybe a spin off one shot... give me your views while i start my next fic... details on the next chapter...

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