Chapter 10 has been written! :D Yay! :D

So thank you all for reading this story! I have had a pleasure writing it (plus some new experiences in writing fight scenes :) ) and I hope you have a pleasure reading it. Thank you for the R,R, F and F! :)

Anyways, let's get down to the Final Act! :D This was so fun to write, though the beginning of this chapter was not planned at all! :D It just came to me in a moment of madness!

So, before I ramble about the chapter, and accidentally give away any spoilers, let's get going! :D

Chapter 10- The Final Act

At three pm, Darren called me on my cell phone.

So, are we doing it tonight?- Darren.

Yes.- Me.

As I texted my short response, one of my colleagues looked over my phone. Thomas, the gossip in the company, had seen my text. The one I had used in my excuse to my boss in the first loop for me knowing that his wife had left.

"So, who is this 'Darren'?" Thomas smirked, eager to share this tidbit of information.

I glared at him, before replying, "Why are you suddenly interested in my life?"

"Are you sleeping with him tonight?" Thomas finally asked the question on his mind. Before I could even get a word in, he winked at me, "You go young lioness. Give him the time of his life!"

I muttered angrily, "No, we aren't sleeping together!"

"Have I struck a nerve?" Thomas smiled excitedly.

"No! We not romantically interested in each other! We're just friends!" I spluttered angrily, knowing full well that Thomas would ignore this. I was proven correct a couple of seconds later, when Thomas ran over to another colleague. He was probably going to say that I was, in his words, ******* a man named Darren.

If only he knew the truth, he would probably shut up.

As the colleague gasped at what Thomas was telling him about me, I made my exit. I needed to meet up with Darren at our confirmed meeting point in about six minutes.

I jogged out of the building, and headed north towards the pub where the shootings would occur in around half an hour. Darren should be there by now, and probably had the clothing we would need in order to fight effectively.

Two minutes later I arrived, and I saw Darren sitting by the bar with a glass of Diet coke by his side. I sat down next to him and smiled.

"Hey." I muttered, "We just need to get changed. Are you ready?"

Darren nodded, "I am certainly most ready to take down my brother. The question is, are you?"

I nodded in reply, before Darren handed over the bag that had the clothes I needed in them. After that I headed over to the ladies' loos, where I proceeded to get out of my work clothes.

A minute or so later, I came out of the bathroom.

I was ready now.

Darren sat towards the front of the pub, near the door. When the guns men came in, he was going to distract them, so that they wouldn't be focused on the innocent civilians. Meanwhile, I'd be sitting in the back, so that I could talk to Reid. After Darren provided his distraction, I would go up to the guns-men and help him fight him off.

I waited patiently, and when I saw the BAU walk into the pub, I knew that I had 5 minutes until Darren would provide his distraction.

As Reid sat down next to me, I smiled warmly.

"Hi!" I muttered.

Reid smiled, before replying, "Hi, I'm Dr Spencer Reid. It's...nice to meet you..."

"I'm Maeve Donovan." I replied, a small smile on my face.

As we began to talk, I kept on glancing anxiously at the clock. They would be coming soon. They would be trying to kill us soon. I hope that Darren could provide the distraction we need if we were to save all of these people.

Finally, the five minutes were up. Darren turned to look at me, before he nodded.

It was Time.

The Doors slowly opened, as the five gunmen walked into the pub, eyeing us up. I guess that they were thinking "Which one to kill first?"

Well...until Darren punched one of them in the face.

At this, the five men started to shoot at Darren, whilst everyone sat, stunned. I jumped over the table, apologising to Reid in the process. When one of the guys (who later turned out to be Darren's brother) turned round to try and shoot me, I kicked him in the groin, before punching him in the face.

"Everyone! Look for cover! If you have any experience in his sort of stuff, help us please!" Darren shouted.

"Take out those two pricks, and then we can get everyone else!" Darren's brother yelled angrily to his four comrades. It was obvious hat he was in pain.

A hailstorm of bullets flew towards us.

We ducked behind the bar, avoiding all of the bullets. We needed to wait for them to exhaust their bullets, and then we would have the advantage.

"May the odds be ever in your favour." Darren muttered.

I smiled back, not recognising the quote "You too."

Finally, when the sound of gunfire had ended, we charged in in order to finally take down the gunmen. We looked around, and saw that six out of the seven members of the BAU had also decided to assist us (Garcia being the only one who didn't, as she was calling 911).

Kicks and punches followed, as it ended up being one of the largest pub brawls that I had ever seen.

"Reid, do you need any help?" I shouted as I moved towards one of the gunmen.

He, however, didn't respond, being too invested in defending himself against the largest of the five men. I decided to come and assist him, punching the guy in the back fiercely.

When he turned around to try and kill me, I punched him just under his ear. He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Reid smiled at me, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." I replied, before surveying the fighting scene. Darren was unconscious, having been hit on the head four times with a gun. Meanwhile, Darren's brother had been severely beaten up by Hotch and Rossi, and another gunmen was struggling to get his breath back.

The other two gunmen had been swamped by Morgan, Blake and JJ, who looked like they were winning. However, the two gunmen had put up quite a bit of a fight. Morgan had blood trickling down from his nose, and JJ looked like she would have a black eye tomorrow.

Never the less, we were winning.

What I didn't expect though was that the largest gunmen had one bullet remaining.

Or that he had recovered consciousness.

Or that I had my back to him.

Which was why I was surprised when a bullet entered my back. I fell down to the ground, blood staining my clothes.

As I lost consiousness, I could see Reid punching my shooter squarely in the face, before getting out a pair of handcuffs, and handcuffing him to the bar.

Then, everything went black.