A/N : Wow, now that was fast, huh? This chapter goes out to LilCosette, who 'gently' persuaded me into writing more asap.

Thank you, everyone still reading and reviewing. I really hope you tell me if I can live up to the expectations.

XO

Sally Tancredi sat in the park, looking at her little boy, who was going as high as he could on the swing. "Ben, sweetie- not too high, please."

Even from where she was sitting, she could see the big pout on her son's face. Great. She thought. Can't seem to please anyone today. Hell, I just put my life at risk by going into that bank, and what do I get in return? An awful lot of yelling and three fugitives in my house.

Speaking of, she decided it might be time to return home. She'd gotten Ben, she'd taken him to the park and had been out of the house for about an hour. Maybe they've left. She wanted to return for two reasons. A : she wanted to make sure the criminals didn't rob her and B : she wanted to see Sara again. She still hadn't forgiven her, she never would – too much time had passed – but seeing her was...nice, because it was a one time occurence. And who knows, maybe she'd regret it, maybe not.

Walking over to the swingset, she caught her son midair. "Let's go home."

"I don't hear any sirens yet." Sara stated matter-of-factly.

Lincoln, who'd put his head in his arms, covering his eyes, replied sadly. "They'll be here soon enough."

Michael looked around, looking for anything to take apart and to help them get out of this mess. Once again, he felt as if he needed to save the day, get everybody out okay. He bit his lip angrily. The one time when he needed to...Argh.

Wait... "I hear something." He said and the two looked at him in fear.

"Sirens?"

He shook his head. "It sounds like..keys."

Sara sucked in a breath. "Oh no. SAL, KEEP BEN OUT."

"WHAT?" Sally's voice came from the other end of the door, along with the excited small voice, yelling 'Who's there? Who's there, mommy?'.

"BEN CAN'T SEE THIS!"

Sally nodded to the door. "Ben, baby, I need you to do something for me. If you close your eyes for me, until we get to your room, I'll give you a present."

His brow furrowed. "What kind of present?"

Think, Sally. "I'll get you the new Monster Truck."

Ben's eyes widened. "The one you said you'd never ever get me?"

His mother cursed herself. "Yes, that one."

He giggled. "Okay!"

"No peaking, alright?Otherwise you won't get it ever."

A firm nod and a heavy squeezing of the eyes. Sally took the boy on her arm while she opened the door and hurried inside.

"Oh my God." She looked at the three people, chained to her appliances, struggling to get free. Her hand was clasped in front of Ben's eyes.

"What is it, mommy?" His small voice echoed around the room.

"Nothing, sweetie. Okay, I'm going to get you to your room now. Remember what I told you – no peaking." His blond hair shook with his head. "I won't."

Three minutes later, after she'd told Ben not to come down (if he wanted that godawful thing, he's have to earn it), she rushed back into the livingroom. "What happened?" Her voice bordered panick, that she didn't know where it came from. After all, the criminals were bound, wasn't that a good thing?

"One of the bad guys came and our forth member turned out to be evil himself. They – Sal, the cops are on their way now." Sally swallowed hard, while she worked on her sister's bondage.

A tear ran down Sara's cheek. "Sally –" her sister looked up at her face, "why are you doing this?"

She shrugged. "I don't... not give a damn."

They shared a small smile while working on the boys. Michael looked at their host. "Do you have a screwdriver? I need to tear this," he showed her his cuffs, "apart."

Her eyebrows raised. "You can do that?"

Sara grinned at her, proud of her man. "He can do anything."

Michael blushed. "Er- so, do you have one?"

"Sara, can you grab one for me?" She smiled back at her sister. "They're in the top drawer over there."

Sara walked over to the drawer and pulled one out, hurrying back to Michael and putting it in his hands. When he opened it after mere seconds, she proudly kissed his cheek. "Bra-vo, baby." Walking over to help Lincoln out of his misery, she worked on him as fast as she could.

Michael stood up, stretched, and turned to look at Sally. "Listen, I'm sorry, but we have to go. Thank you so much, for everything."

She nodded. "Keep her safe."

He didn't need to ask her who she meant. "I will."

Lincoln and Sara joined them, just as the sirens started to blast in the distance. "Hurry," Sally said. "Just, Go. You were never here."

Sara hugged her briefly. "Thank you."

Sally nodded, her chin bouncing on her sister's shoulder. "Take care."

They let go of eachother, and Sara left after telling her one more thing. "Sal...you've got a wonderful kid, there. He deserves that Monster Truck."

The bad guys' headquarters, Chicago.

"My, my, my, Mr. Kellerman. Never thought I'd see you here again." Kim walked over to the pair entering the headquarters. "Mr. Londain, nice to see you. I hope you both achieved what needed to be achieved?"

The men nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Well," he made a wide gesture, "let's have it then."

Paul smirked. "Well, that might pose to be a problem."

I'm getting rather fond of cliffs...grins Please, please, please, tell me what you think...And if you want me to write more, faster - just ask around. There are some people here who can persuade me. LOL Or just try on your own...I don't bite and am a very very nice girl. winks

XO