The corridor was dark and I could only see the dim lighting of the hallway. The footsteps has stopped and all I could hear was Brody's heavy breathing. I had my gun in a hand and was ready to go, Brody I wasn't so sure about. He was literally the only person in the whole department who hasn't shot a gun before. How did he get through the academy?

There was dull whispers and very light footsteps, I nudged Brody and assumed he knew what was happening. I put my finger on the trigger of the gun and prepared for a nasty fight. All of the sudden the light in the small corridor flicked on and there was ten men with their guns aimed at me, one of them just happened to be Chekov. I felt this sudden wave of disappointment, the only man that actually cared about my welling being the whole time I was here was pointing his gun at me. Chekov looked away after he noticed me staring, teary-eyed, at him. I looked back at Brody, who surprisingly enough had his gun pointing back with a fierce look on his face. He kind of looked like a pit bull instead of a St. Bernard. He looked down at me and just nodded, didn't say a word. He just nodded, and I knew exactly what he meant, I hope.

I looked at the biggest, scariest guy in the room. I adjusted my gun ever-so-slightly and pulled the trigger. Every single, man in that room jumped in surprise. The giant, horrifying man staggered back and ultimately fell to the ground. Then, another shot came from behind me, and another huge man fell to the ground. I shot at a relatively small man and missed, but shot at him again and succeeded. Brody and I each moved forward and came closer to the group of men, while shooting at them. All of the sudden a man fell on top of me. He was gurgling and spitting up blood. The weight of him felt like a 2 ton boulder smashed on top of my chest, I hit the ground with the man on me. I tried wiggling to get from under him and tried avoiding getting shot at the same time. After a few minutes the man stopped moving and breathing all together. Someone fell next to me and a pile of brown curly hair was in my face. Then the pile of hair turned around, it was Brody. He looked at me, with his big puppy eyes and I felt a little better.

"Molly, are you okay? Just nod or shake your head," he whispered quickly.

I nodded; I could lay here for another half hour if I really wanted.

"Good, just stay here and don't move. Got it?"

I nodded; Brody brushed his fingers over my eyes. I assumed I was playing dead.

I laid perfectly still under the dead man for ten minutes, listening to sweet sound of gun shots and falling bodies. After those ten minutes, the dead man was lifted off of me and I was flung up before I could open my eyes. I opened them and I was being picked up my Brody and carried out of the house. I said my goodbyes and gave my last looks at the house I had spent my worst times in.

Brody placed me inside a small car with a blonde man, in his middle forties driving. Lucky for me I got shot gun so I could see this man up close. He had small blue eyes and his lips were pressed thinly together. His blonde hair had a slight gray tint to it and he had laugh lines on his cheeks.

"You must be Molly. I'm Duffy," He turned to smile at me.

I smiled back, well I smiled as much as any person could after being crushed by a 250 pound dead man. "Nice to meet you. Do you know my dad or something?" I asked.

"I've known your Dad for over ten years," he said, a-matter-of-factly.

"Ahh, I see. Are you taking me home?"

"Yes, yes I am,"

"Well, where's my Dad and my Uncle? And where're Brody?" I said looking around.

"I'm back here," a small, but deep voice said.

I whirled around, soon realizing what a terrible idea that was, I slowly fixed myself and looked at Brody. "You did amazing in here, Brody. The way you were shooting those guys, it was unreal. Good idead making me play dead like that, smart thinking!" I rambled, the way he was in there was truly amzing, though.

"Yeah? I thought it was scary…," He was staring off into to space.

"Why is acting like that," Duffy asked.

I turned back around, and rested my head against the headrest. I looked at the ceiling and spoke, "Today was the first time he ever shot a gun, ever. So, he's just a little freaked out, that's all. He's never killed anyone either,"

Duffy snorted but kept his mouth shut and his eyes on the road. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

"Molly? Molly wake up…," someone sang.

I drowsily opened my eyes and looked at this person. It just some happen to be Cole. I jumped up and hugged him. I was never so happy to see him in my life. Now that I was awake, I looked around to see where I was. I was in my room back at home. Safe and sound.

"Where's my Dad?" I asked.

"He's out getting McDonalds," Cole said getting up from my bed, where he had been sitting and on to the piano bench.

"Getting McDonalds? After I just escaped from being held prisoner? Is that safe?" I asked, really slowly.

"Probably not, but we are starving and we figured you would be too," Cole smirked and got up from the chair and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up.

My shirt was covered in blood and my hair had God knows what in it. "I think, I'm going to take a quick shower,"

"That's a good idea, you smell," He grinned and walked out of my room.

"Gee, thanks," I said, but he was already out of the room.

I ran into the bath and turned on the shower, I scrubbed every square inch of my body. I flung open the curtain, ran into my room, threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. I could already smell that unique McDonalds smell, and my stomach growled. I had never been so hungry in my life than I had been at that moment.

I walked into the living room, and saw my dad. He was taking off his coat, I ran over and hugged him. I had never missed anyone so much in the matter of three days, as I had him. My Dad kissed my head and squeezed me close. I looked up and got hit with one of his tears. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back at him, but his smile turned into a smirk.

"I told you I would find you," My father said with the biggest grin on his face.