A/N: Sorry about the looong time in not updating…. Anyway here it is!

Dedications: To all my lovely reviewers…

Chapter 26: Crash and Burn

'So you're just going to let him win?' Alex asked in disbelief.

'I'm not letting him win, Alex… I just don't want to make this bigger than it has to be…' Deakins said sadly, looking around his office at his detectives, all of them in complete shock. 'It's been a pleasure working with all of you… I'm proud of all of you…'

'I still can't believe he's leaving…' Carolyn whispered, maneuvering carefully through the garbage filled alleyway, careful not to make any noise.

'No-one can…' Alex mumbled back, jumping slightly as she saw the side door open, and their perp step out, gun in hand.

'Come out come out wherever you are, Detectives…' He called in a sing-song voice, swinging the gun around his finger. The girls looked at each other and bolted, jumping in their car… the perp following them. Carolyn ripped out her phone, dialing the first number that popped into her head.

'Mike… call for back up…' She said shakily, Alex frantically speeding through the streets of Manhattan.

'What happened?' He asked, hearing the fear in his wife's voice.

'We're being chased… just please call for back up… He's got a g-…' All Mike heard was two ear-piercing screams, and then a bone crunching smash.

'Carolyn!' He roared into the phone. No answer. He stood up, taking Kelly with him, and almost racing out of the precinct. Bobby, knowing something was wrong, picked up Aaron and a sleeping Jodie, and followed him, praying to god that the girls were okay.

'Uh… Robert Goren and Michael Logan?' The nurse called, both Bobby and Mike jumping into alertness, and looking up at her. 'Your wives are out of surgery… but are still in critical conditions… You can go see them… Mrs. Goren is in 401, Mrs. Logan in 405.'

'Oh god, my angel…' Bobby whispered, laying eyes on his tiny wife, who looked even smaller with all the cords and machines attached to her. Aaron took one look at his mother, and then looked up at his father, fear evident in his big brown eyes.

'Daddy… is Mommy going to die?' Bobby's breath caught in his throat.

'No, buddy… she's not going to die… she loves you and your sister too much…' He whispered, gripping onto Alex's hand.

'And she loves you lots too, Daddy…' Aaron said matter-of-factly. Bobby smiled softly, ruffling his sons curly black hair.

'I love her lots, buddy… I love all three of you…'

'Please don't die, Carey… you can't die…' Mike whispered to his wife, her breathing steady, yet shallow. Kelly looked at her mother, tears rolling down her tiny cheeks.

'Mommy…' She whispered, reaching out. Mike's eyes widened.

'You… you just said your first word!' He looked over at Carolyn. 'Oh angel… I wish you could hear this… our little miracle's talking…' He whispered, brushing her dark curls away from her face. 'I love you… keep fighting, angel…' He whispered again, kissing her forehead.

Alex awoke, feeling groggy and sore, seeing only three different types of hair. Pulling back, she saw her son and daughter fast asleep in her arms, her husbands head resting next to hers. She smiled softly, stroking his hand gently. Bobby's eyes flung open, and he smiled as he saw his wife's hazel eyes looking back at him.

'Hey angel…' He whispered.

'Hey there…' She said hoarsely, her throat dry and sore.

'You gave us a scare…' He mumbled into her blonde locks, kissing the top of her head gently. She smiled gently, tears rolling down her face.

'Are the kids okay?' She asked, looking down at her babies, who were still sleeping soundly.

'They're fine… I'm so lucky to have you, Ally…'

'I'm even luckier to have you…'

'Mommy!' Kelly squealed, jolting her father awake. Mike looked over at the bed to see Carolyn smiling gently.

'Our baby's talking…' She said, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mike wiped them away, kissing her forehead gently.

'You're okay…' He whispered thankfully, handing their daughter to her, smiling as his two girls held each other tightly.

'C'mere…' She mumbled, pulling him into a tight hug, kissing him gently.

And at that moment, Bobby Goren and Mike Logan were the luckiest men alive…

A/N: Sorry about how short it was… its 10pm and I'm tired… love yaz!