Hi everyone, thanks to Sweepeaspatch again for being my beta. Allthough I did change some things after her help, so there might have crept in some new mistakes, not her fault at all! :) I hope the mistakes are few, or none so to say :)

Lolabee53: Here's the update, pretty fast right? Thanks for your review!

Sweepeaspatch: Hahahaha, that'll be the day. I wonder if Catherine would even dare to force Camille to marry him because of that hahahaha, the shouting match would probably be too big?

Alice714: Thanks for your review! I just love cliffhangers... But I'll update soon!

IsabelMC: Hahaha, psychologist who Kris might need to visit... I agree... Although... I can't give away anything... You'll find out later... I looked Primeval and this Helen up. I don't know the tv show and the actress/ character. It seems like fun? Nick didn't go in alone... You'll find out soon :)

Chapter 29

"Richard!" Kris uttered breathlessly when she nearly bumped into him around the corner. She came to a halt instantly and almost felt her high stiletto heels break under the sudden movement. She stepped back immediately.

Richard braced himself quickly, ready for everything; ready for an attack on her part, or ready for having to run after her. "You're under arrest," He commanded sternly. It would be so nice to have her in his jail in the Police Station, to finally get some answers. And it would be very good for Camille her health too. Richard knew Camille wouldn't find any rest until Kris was caught and had explained herself.

Kris looked into the hallway behind him swiftly. It was abandoned. This was an empty part of the big Mansion the party was being held at. She'd studied the blueprints profusely. She knew exactly where to go to escape unnoticed. Where was Camille? "Really? I don't think so." She turned on her heels to run the other way but stopped after a few paces when Camille came around the corner. O, no. Just like she had feared... She could handle Richard, but not Camille. She'd so hoped that Camille had drunk enough of the sleep potion to eliminate her, at least for the night. But no such luck. She looked behind her, at Richard. Measuring him. Planning.

Camille came walking towards Kris slowly. Like a tiger who had its prey in its eyesight. She saw nothing else then Kris. She's mine, she thought as her muscles tensed, ready to attack.

Kris backed up slowly. "I have no time for this," She warned quietly as she stood still but was very alert. She was still planning her escape. She looked from Richard to Camille and sighed, annoyed. "Didn't I put you two in a very good position?! You really had to come and bother me didn't you?!" She spat at Richard.

Richard had moved along the empty corridor, so he was standing in the middle of it. Giving Kris no passage to the other corridor and the outside door. He had studied the blueprints of the big mansion where the party was being held too. She would not pass this way, and he could be sure as hell that she wasn't passing Camille either. Although he did feel worried as to how that was going to play out; he hoped Camille wouldn't get hurt in the process.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Camille asked slowly, in a low predatory voice as she stopped walking when she was about two meters away from Kris. She didn't have cuffs on her. Richard probably didn't either.

Kris looked at Richard, behind her. "I told you to go do the bunny thing. Or I would have to kill you. I don't remember giving you any other option."

Richard glared angrily at Kris when he heard her threat. "Whatever game you're playing, it's over. Give yourself up. Right now. Or we have to take you by force."

The bunny thing? What was she talking about? Camille looked from Kris's half open waistcoat back to Richard. Had she put the diamonds in her bra?

Kris twisted slowly and moved back so she had her back against the wall. Now she could see both her enemies clearly. Richard on her left, Camille on her right. She sighed audibly when she saw Nick running towards them in the hallway behind Camille. He was limping slightly. "O! Look who joined the party. There's the man of the hour! Nick McGarrett. Flew all this way from England. To end up half naked and gagged, cuffed in another woman's bed. Totally not doing his job. You weren't enjoying Camille's bed any longer?" She asked as she laughed evilly and eyed Richard. What was Richard's plan? She didn't need to ask what Camille's plan was, she knew Camille too well to know that she'd probably jump her pretty soon now... But Richard... She thought that she could take him. He wasn't good at hand to hand combat. But still, it wasn't prudent to underestimate someone. She couldn't afford one mistake. And now, Nick had brought himself back into the equasion. Which really was a problem. She studied Nick's face. "You look awful," she said as she looked at the blood on Nick's face and his white shirt.

Camille looked from Nick back to Kris. What the hell had she done? Camille couldn't wait to have Kris in her hands and shake her until she'd answer every question Camille needed answering. "Let's end this charade. I'm through with listening to the filth out of your mouth," Camille stated as she walked towards Kris.

"Ow! Don't!" Kris warned as she took the gun she had taken from Camille's desk drawer and held it by her side lazily. "Recognize this?" She asked. "Do step back." She smiled.

Camille clenched her teeth so hard that her jaw muscles hurt. She didn't like one bit of Kris being in charge at every turn, so it seemed. She looked at Richard who gave her a pleading look and begged her to step back. Her legs felt like lead when she moved back, together with Nick. Was there any chance of getting to Kris before she could use the gun? Her heart sunk the moment Kris's other hand went in her trousers and came out with a set of knives. How many knives had she even taken?! That bitch!

"Do you have a gun?" Kris asked Camille smugly. She smiled as she shook her head when she could already guess Camille's answer. "No?" She looked at Nick now. "You? No...You just have your cuffs and your fists don't you?""

Richard took a step towards Kris. She was focused solely on Nick and Camille it seemed. He could feel Camille's eyes burn into him, telling him to stop. She looked from him at Kris's weapons and back. Richard stopped in his tracks. There was no way to get to Kris when she was armed like that. But there had to be a way! They couldn't let her get away with this. He had to come up with something! He felt how Kris directed her attention at him now. Cold dread spread through him once again.

"Dare I ask? You? The brains of this operation? Not so good at hand to hand combat are you? And probably pathetic with guns or knives. I don't have much to fear from you." She laughed as she looked back at Camille now, clearly mocking her by getting to Richard. She bit her lower lip in delight.

Camille didn't take the bait. She wouldn't let herself be bullied by Kris. She wouldn't let her have the upper hand anymore.

"Not allowed to carry a gun that easily are you? Don't you just love the Commissioner with his rules?" Kris giggled as she moved her fingers and showed the four sharp throwing knives like they were a fan.

Kris didn't need to show off with the knives. Camille already knew how good she was with them. But that wouldn't stop her. Not anymore. Camille just had to hope she could get out of this with as less damage as possible. Knife cuts hurt. Not to mention bullet wounds.

Nick clenched his teeth. "Kris... I know that somewhere in there... You're still you. Put down those weapons. You don't want to hurt anyone, and we don't want to hurt you." He pleaded.

Kris ignored him. She was still enjoying the fact that they had no weapons. "Imagine all the paperwork you have to do when you shoot a gun!" She grinned at Camille and then looked back at Richard. Noticing every move that was made.

Camille knew that Kris feigned to be relaxed right now, but that was a ruse. Kris was on high alert and therefor very dangerous. Her reflexes had always been very good. Camille made a decision. Richard would not get hurt, but she would do whatever it took to get Kris. Whatever the risk.

"Let's just even the playing field... I mean... Three to one?" Kris straightened herself away from the wall as she looked at all of them. "Is that really fair?" She shook her head slowly. "I don't think so."

"Kris, just give yourself up. You're not really going to shoot us. We're your friends." Nick tried again. His voice sounded soothing and calm.

Kris laughed at that. "Not really." She looked at Camille. "Camille, all those weak points you have! Firstly, your temper... Once you're on a roll you don't think very clearly. You become some sort of... Neanderthal, so primitive and dumb, I have to say." Kris shook her head as if she was talking to a child. "The second one is you're soooo loyal, that gets really old and boring. You just couldn't see what was right in front of you, could you? And the third?" She gave Richard a look and scrunched her face up.

"Could you just move and stand next to her on the other side?" she asked as she pointed the gun at Richard.

Richard looked at the gun in her hand. He had no other choice. He clenched his teeth as he passed Kris and stood on Camille's other side.

"There you go," Kris said as she smiled contently. "Look at you three, just like the three Stooges."

Camille could only stare at Kris spitting evil at her with her eyes. It was as if everyone around her had disappeared. She could only see Kris and hear the vile things her friend was stonewalling and hurting her with.

"Ooooo, stay there, Ken doll," Kris ordered as she pointed the gun at Nick when he moved towards her. "You're just like vermin, always underfoot," she snapped at him with a look of disgust. "Didn't I tell you to stay away?! I didn't ask you to come here. Did I?! Always running after me, like a lovesick puppy! I don't want you! I don't want you in my way. Take the HINT, McGarrett, or do I have to spell it out! You are not wanted. Leave!"

Camille stopped Nick from moving towards Kris and the gun by grabbing his arm and pulling him back swiftly. "Calm down." She looked from Nick at Kris. "How could you?!" She blamed. "You betray even your own partner? You betray everyone?! It doesn't even matter who it is?!" Camille snapped.

"Yes, well..." Kris shrugged with disinterest. "I pity you." She looked at her watch. "I would love to stay and chat for a while, but I really haven't got the time. I'm on a tight schedule here, and also, this is getting very boring." Kris looked at the men. "You really brought no weapons with you? No back up?" She laughed out loud. "This is just hilarious!" She shook her head. "I warned you, Camille. I told you I had become a bitch, remember? So this really isn't my fault because I warned you," Kris reminded Camille as she smiled. "Stay away from me, or I'll have to kill you," she stated in an earnest voice as she pointed the gun at Camille's forehead.

"No!" Richard yelled as he jumped in front of Camille immediately. Shielding her with his body.

"Ahhh, how romantic. Good one, Richard, that might even finally get you into her bed. Score!" Kris laughed out loud.

Camille was shocked to have her view of Kris blocked by Richard's back. She had to move him out of danger immediately. Her hands slipped around his arms to move him away and behind her. "Get behind me!" She snapped. She wasn't going through this again, not after he'd jumped in front of her when Kris had threatened them with the knife only hours earlier. How was it even possible that they were in this same situation again?!

"Camille..." Richard warned when he felt her small but strong hands on his arms and she tried to move him out of the way.

"Keep her in check, Richard," Kris warned with a mocking smile on her face.

Camille managed to sidestep Richard and stand in front of him now.

"Camille, no!" Richard muttered as he encircled her waist and pulled her back to the side and blocked her way to Kris.

"O, this is getting so old. Just keep her away from me. Go bore the hell out of each other and we'll all have a happy ending." She looked at Nick now. "Well, except for you. You are kind of a problem. Always in the way." She pointed the gun at him.

Nicks nostrils flared as he froze. This was the last drop. He'd kept hope that she was still in there, the old Kris. But now... It evaporated instantly. She would really shoot him?

Camille growled in anger and pushed Richard away hard as she wanted to walk towards Kris.

Richard lost his balance and fell softly against the wall. He called out to Camille automatically.

"She won't shoot me." Camille reminded Richard as she looked straight into Kris's eyes.

Kris laughed at that. "She will."

"How could you?! After all this time, after everything we've been through." Camille asked in a hoarse voice as tears streaked down her cheeks.

Kris looked right in Camille's hurt face. She still had the gun pointed at Nick. "You wanted to shag your way up further, didn't you? Sleep your way to the top?"

Richard gasped. It was as if Kris turned more evil by the minute.

"Become a DCI the easy way, maybe get some promotion, but... Poole doesn't think you're attractive. That stinks... What are you going to do now that you can't fuck your way ahead? He really is a distraction for you, isn't he? It was so easy to play the both of you." She gave a very evil smile. She waited for a moment, studied Camille, but Camille just stood there, frozen, her nostrils flaring.

Camille noticed a change in Kris. Just a flicker of fear, she turned even paler. It was as if in a second she saw the old Kris. The one she knew. Confusion spread through her. How could that be?

"Camille," Richard urged softly as he moved towards Nick, behind Camille. He knew she wasn't far from exploding now.

"And Aimee's dead?" Kris asked. Her eyes went to Nick as she stepped closer.

Camille seemed like a bull that had something red in front of her now. She registered through a red daze where the gun was pointed.

"You couldn't even solve that-" Kris went on.

Kris couldn't finish her sentence when Camille lunged at her. Both women fell to the ground, Camille on top of Kris. Kris uttered a loud grunt the moment she got pushed between Camille and the hard white tiles underneath her back. The gun clattered from one hand, the knives falling from the other. The impact of the fall was too much to hold onto anything.

When both woman recovered from the momentary daze of their collision, Kris tried to get up but Camille's fist connected extremely hard with Kris's right cheek. Her face slapped to the right and her head banged against the ground harshly. She cried out in pain as blood from her nose and the corner of her mouth spat on the white tiles beneath her.

Richard jumped for the gun as Nick took the knives off the floor.

Camille tried to twist Kris onto her back to get her arm in a painful grip then uttered a painful moan when something sharp cut into her upper arm. She registered the secret little knife seconds later and felt Kris moving away from underneath her. No knife was going to stop Camille now! She dragged Kris back by her waist coat as she stood up and slammed her into the wall. The moment Camille had Kris pinned against the wall with both of her hands on Kris's waistcoat, it was like time froze for a moment.

Camille's breathing stopped as she stared at Kris who stared back at her. Kris's eyes were big and there were tears in them, sadness, grief. Camille tilted her head, she didn't understand... This tiny moment in which she read Kris's face, it was as if Kris was begging her to stop, and not because of self-preservation...No, there was something else... Camille couldn't quite pinpoint it, she couldn't get to it. What was it?! The moment was over when Kris put her arms between Camille's and broke away cleanly. Camille recognized the sneaky ways Kris had learned to defend herself and loosen herself from an attacker. She lunged for Kris again and got hold of her lower back and they both fell on the ground for the second time around. She would not let go of Kris. Ever!

"God damn it! Stop attacking me!" Kris shouted from the ground with impatience as she elbowed Camille in the face and got up again.

"Stop!" Richard ordered as Kris started to run.

Kris froze in her steps and turned towards Richard. She looked at the gun that he had aimed at her. She swallowed.

"I will shoot! Give yourself up. This is your last chance," Richard said sternly.

Kris's breathing hitched as her big eyes went from the gun to his eyes to measure him, "Don't." She begged. She put up her hands. "You won't really shoot me, will you?" She looked at Camille who had a bloody hand over one eye. She paused. Contemplating her options.

"Kris... Give up." Nick urged in a friendly tone. "You'll be okay."

Kris's eyes didn't leave Richard's. He could almost see the cogs turning in her brain, planning. What would she come up with now? But there was nothing to come up with anymore. He would make sure of that. "You're finished." He stated with big eyes. He had never shot anyone. Ever. He didn't want to either. But if there was no other choice, no other option. He would. And he was giving Kris a choice now.

Camille looked up at Richard and the gun, and then at Kris. She couldn't see very clearly, there was blood in her eye. But Richard's tone was clear and she froze. Afraid.

"Kris, you can't get out of this. He will shoot." Nick urged. He didn't want Richard to shoot. " You don't want to get shot. Give yourself up." He took the cuffs from his pants and showed them to her.

She stood there, still motionless. She looked from Nick back to Richard. Then at Camille who stood up slowly now. Regret marred her features. "Nah..." She answered lazily.

What?! Nick thought. Kris would never take a risk like that. She was always careful and prudent; Thought everything through. She wasn't impulsive at all.

"I'll take my chances," she told them as she smiled and turned.

"NOO!" Richard shouted as he aimed the gun at her legs.

Nick turned towards Richard in shock. "NOO!" He shouted. He couldn't lose her...

Kris ran as fast as her high heels would take her, which was very fast.

Richard aimed and concentrated.

Nick shouted at Kris to stop.

Camille could only watch Kris run.

Richard fired.

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OOooooooo... What did you think? I hope this second 'action-chapter' was readable.