AN: hey guys as promised here is my new chapter I really hope you enjoy it. Again I want to apologize for that last chapter taking so long. I really hope you guys like this chapter, I sure had fun writing it! Enjoy.

Eliot wasn't an easy one to surprise, as very few people had ever managed to sneak up on him, a skill that was more than necessary in his line of work. Therefore, if you were to ask him on the day after if he was surprised at whom he saw in the hospital doorway, he would swear up and down the wall that he had not been surprised at all, but that is an abject lie. The hitter couldn't remember the last time he was this surprised. There standing before him was Waterson, a small hand gun in his hand and a small smirk playing on his unusually large lips.

"You know who I am?" He asked, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. Waterson looked at him and began to laugh.

"I'm not stupid Mr. Spencer. You didn't think that I wasn't waiting for one of Moreau's lackeys to show up, did you?"

"Wait, who is Moreau?" Melissa said impatiently.

Waterson raised an eyebrow and his small smile turned into a full-on smirk. "You haven't told her who you really are." It was a statement, not a question but Eliot nodded anyway, never taking his eyes off of Waterson.

"Well then, Melissa, dear, allow me to introduce to you Eliot Spencer, a well known hitter currently working for a ruthless drug lord. Oh, and he was also sent here to kill us; did he forget to mention that?"

Melissa stared up at Eliot in shock, the hitter turning away from her gaze.

"Eliot is this true? Were you really here to kill me? Is that the only reason you ever even talked to me? Answer me, dammit!" Eliot turned away from her each one of her questions as they sent hot stabs of guilt and pain into his heart. He spared one look back at Melissa and what he saw made him want to kill Waterson for telling her. Her eyes had filled with tears that she was desperately trying to hold back, and the look in her eyes was filled with betrayal and sadness. Eliot flinched away from her eyes, "You kill people?" She whispered almost inaudibly. Eliot, still turned away from those eyes that silently accused him, nodded once. Melissa's eyes finally shed the tears that she had desperately been trying to hold back. Her hands had started to shake on the top of the the hospital bed.

Waterson looked almost amused at the expression on his daughter's face.

"Well, this has been fun, Mr. Spencer. Now, I'm sure you know what I am going to do next." Eliot's eyes flitted down to the gun clutched in Waterson's hand. Waterson slowly cocked the gun, his eyes never wavering from the man in front of him. Eliot spared one last glance down at Melissa meeting her frightened blue eyes, silently apologizing for lying to her. She seemed to get the message as her eyes widened in shock and fear. Eliot took one last look at her, looking down at the bandage on her wrist, and for the first time in what felt like years, he felt guilt. He felt guilty for leaving Melissa with someone like Waterson for a dad, Eliot felt like he had failed her and that thought alone made his hands curl into fists.

The next seconds passed so fast they were a blur. One second he was standing next to Melissa's hospital bed and the next he was being tackled to the floor of the hospital. A gunshot was clearly heard before his head hit the cold tile of the hospital floor. Dizzy and disoriented, Eliot started to try to push whatever was on top of him off, his vision going in and out Eliot was finally able to identify what was covering him. It was Melissa! Eliot was stunned for a few seconds looking up at Waterson he saw a similar expression on his face that was probably on Eliot's own. Eliot finally came to his senses, standing up on slightly unsteady feet he walked towards Waterson. Waterson stumbled a few feet back pointing his gun with now shaky hands. He fired a shot just as Eliot began to run towards him. Eliot felt a searing pain shot through his leg right before he tackled Waterson to the ground. He stood up slowly pinning Waterson to the ground with his foot, his gun leveled against Waterson's head.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger he was distracted by a groan behind him. Eliot whipped his head around at the sound, keeping the gun trailed on Waterson. He finally looked at Melissa for the first time since she tackled him to the hospital ground. Her skin was paler than usual and on her face was a clear expression of pain, her hands trying to staunch the steady flow of blood coming from her side. Eliot involuntarily gasped at the sight of the bullet wound, in the chaos of fighting Waterson he had forgotten about the gunshot. Cursing under his breath Eliot turned back to Waterson only to catch a slight glimpse of something silver and shiny before a searing pain shot through his upper lip. He quickly pulled back raising a hand to the wound, feeling the slightly sticky red liquid leak out in-between his fingers. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind, Eliot quickly ducked under a punch from Waterson and went to get in a few blows of his own to the other man's ribs before dancing back out of reach. His eyes scanned the room for the gun that had previously fallen from his hands. There, right by the end of the hospital bed. Waterson followed Eliot's gaze and locked eyes on the gun. Both of them dove for it at the same time arm reached out in front of them. Both their hands grasped the gun as they grappled for it on the floor. Finally Eliot smashed his elbow into Watersons nose, effectively breaking it, and cause Waterson to lose his grip on the gun. Eliot stood on slightly shaky feet, cocked the gun and lowered it to Waterson's head.

He fired once, twice, and Waterson fell to the ground in a heap, one hole right between his eyes, and another in the center of his forehead. He was dead even before he hit the ground.

Eliot lowered the gun sighing in relief, then quickly throwing the gun to the side as he rushed over to Melissa, kneeling next to her, he tore off his jacket and bundled it up, pressing it into the wound that was still leaking a river of blood. The hitter's eyes quickly looked up to the hospital bed looking for the help button. He found it and quickly pressed it before directing his attention once again to Melissa.

"Hey Melissa come on you gotta stay with me, alright. This isn't fair, you just got over your last near death experience, come on Melissa open those eyes for me, please." Eliot whispered, his voice slowly rising in panic and fear. Melissa's eyes fluttered open and looked up at Eliot trying to make sense of everything.

"E-Eliot?" came out the harsh gasp

"Yeah Melissa, it's me I'm here, you're gonna be ok."

"Not gonna lie, Eliot. This hurts a lot." Eliot choked out a laugh, even after being shot in the side Melissa still managed to joke around.

"Eliot what- what happened, why are you bleeding?" She said, reaching up to touch the dried blood on Eliot's upper lip. Melissa's voice was getting softer and softer by the minute, and Eliot was starting to really panic.

"Shush Melissa don't worry about that now, you just concentrate on breathing alright, you're gonna be fine, you and I, we'll go see the world, together, I will find some way I promise, I will take you anywhere you want to go, Greece, Italy, Germany, China, anywhere, just you and me." Melissa looked up at Eliot's face, hanging on to every word.

"Just you and me, against the world." She whispered, "I'd like that, we could leave together, never listen to anyone ever again." Melissa's eyes started to blink shut rapidly. Eliot put two fingers on her non-bandaged wrist and felt for a pulse. There was one but it was faint and almost completely gone.

"No no no no no! Please Melissa just hang on." Eliot pressed the help button again and again before finally resining to shouting, "Help! Help! Someone help us! Come on, Melissa, help is on the way, you just gotta hold on a little longer." Melissa slowly raised her hand to wipe away a tear that had unknowingly been falling down Eliot's cheek, Eliot grabbed her hand and squeezed it silently pleading her to hold on.

"Just you and me." Melissa whispered almost inaudibly, her hand drooped and her eyelids drifted shut. Eliot scrambled to find a pulse on her wrist but was greeted with nothing, the same when he pressed two fingers to her neck.

"No! Please Melissa come on, please." Tears were falling shamelessly from Eliot's eyes as he tried to find a pulse. Finally doctors burst in and were stopped short at the sight in front of them.

"Well, don't just stand there! Help her!" Eliot snapped, the doctors and nurses jumped into action, quickly getting Melissa off of the floor and onto her hospital bed, one of the doctors Eliot recognized as Doctor Patterson. The last glance Eliot had of Melissa before he was escorted away, was of her limp hand hanging over the hospital bed, lifeless.

P.S. God you have no idea how long I have wanted to kill Waterson, I was originally make him a really nice guy and then he sort of evolved into this utter bastard that even I hated. I know a lot of you wanted him to die too so your welcome. As I mentioned in my last author's note I have set up a poll on my account for the ending of this story. I think you guys should get to decide and since I have no idea how to use polls I thought anyone else who doesn't know how just comment how you want it to end. The choices are either

1. Melissa dies and the story is over

or

2. Melissa lives but is in a comma, in which case I will write a sequel where she wakes up and meets the team.

The choice is yours. You guys are Fantabulous as always!