A/N: OK, I know very well that the chapters are getting shorter and that's because this is the climax and I am giving it to you in bits (I'm so evil!) The next chapter will be up really soon. (Don't I promise that for all of my fics?)
"NO!" Carter screamed, hearing the shot and trying to get up.
"Carter, relax!" Luka ordered. Dave got up and ran to the crumpled figure on the floor that was Claire McAlester. He turned her over on her back.
"Come on, Claire, you'll be OK!" He said, desperately trying to revive her. When he realized he couldn't, he sighed, sadly, and looked at the clock on the wall, but he said nothing. There were tears streaming down Angela's cheeks.
"No!" she sobbed, "No, this can't be happening! Claire was such a good kid! No, she has to be alive, no!"
"Easy there, Angie, it's OK," Alex awkwardly patted Angela on the back. Mitch kept staring at Claire, disbelieving.
"She's dead, she's dead, I can't believe she's dead..." he kept shaking his head.
"We heard another gunshot, what's going on?" Frank asked.
"You were late, that's what's going on," Jay explained, calmly.
"Oh no..." Frank sighed. He was then heard whispering something to someone. There was a loud noise on the other end as someone yanked the radio away from Frank.
"Listen, you little bastard! Who the hell did you kill now?"
"Abby?" Carter asked, weakly, hearing her voice.
"Whoa, ease up there, kitten!" Jay said.
"No, I won't! Who, damn it, tell me?!"
"A girl. No one important."
"She was important, God damn it!" Luka finally burst out.
"What... What was her name?" Abby asked, choking down a sob.
"She was a McAlester. I seem to be the one bringing down that family line," Jay was grinning and Dave couldn't stand it. No one could, not even Em.
"Jay! Give me that!" she pulled the communicator away from Jay, "I have had enough of this! You said that we would only hurt a child if it was necessary and now, one is lying dead at Dee's feet!"
"Em, you have no idea what you are doing!" Jay growled, angrily.
"Em, give it to him, please!" Tee begged.
"No, little brother, I am not going to give it to him!"
"Then give it to me," the chick was smart. He reached out his hand to his sister. Em hesitated, then handed it to him. Tee took the communicator and gave it to Jay.
"Is the chopper here?"
"On the roof."
"Money?"
"In the front seat."
"Good," Jay grinned.
"NO!" Em cried, realizing what was going on. She dived for the communicator, "My name is Melissa Daniels! I am giving myself up, I can't do this anymore!" the falcon was losing her strong composure and was doing something brave, but not that smart.
"Em, shut up!" Jay yelled.
"No, Jason!" she screamed and pulled out her gun, "I don't want to do this any more!"
"Are you prepared to die for what you have done?" Jay demanded.
"I am!" Em declared, pointing the gun to her own head, "I can't live with the knowledge that I am responsible for the death of a child! I can't live knowing that you will never love me! I can't live with all of this cruelty!"
"I have bad news for you, babe. Life is cruel. And if you don't like it, then you're better off dead!"
"Then maybe I am!"
"Melissa, don't do it!" Tee begged. Melissa spoke into the communicator again.
"Be kind to my brother," she said, both to the police and to the people in the classroom, "And take care of him. Good bye, Tim," she hugged her brother and pulled the trigger. She fell, almost in slow motion to the floor. Again, there was silence. No one spoke. One of the terrorists was dead. What could they say?
"OK, Malucci, you're coming with me!" Jay finally broke the silence and pulled Dave to his feet.
"But... Carter-"
"Will unfortunately be fine," with Jay on one side, and Dee on the other, they hoisted Dave up and held him between them, "Come on, Tee!" Jay demanded. Tee was bending over his dead sister and looked up at Jay.
"I'm staying here," he said, "I'm going to turn myself in. I swear, I have no idea who you are. I only came to protect my sister," normally, Jay had a cruel heart and would probably have killed Tee on the spot for this. But for some reason, he hesitated.
"You're like a brother to me, Tim," he sighed, "Good bye. Everyone stay where you are! That means you too, Kovac! Carter, I don't think you can move!" he grinned, "Come on, Malucci!" he pulled Dave, aggressively up the stairs to the roof where, as Frank had said, a helicopter was waiting.
"They're proceeding towards the helicopter," someone said, coming from a different radio.
"OK," Frank replied, "Snipers in place?"
"Targeting."
"Targeting?" Abby said, "Isn't that dangerous?"
"Don't worry, Abby, everything will be fine. I think."
"Damn it, you're hurting me!" Dave said, as Dee's tight grip nearly broke his arm. Jay looked around.
"Snipers, I knew it!" he smiled. As they climbed into the helicopter, there was a loud gunshot and someone fell to the ground, badly wounded. Behind them, stood Tim Daniels, mask off, pointing his gun at the remaining standing men.
"NO!" Carter screamed, hearing the shot and trying to get up.
"Carter, relax!" Luka ordered. Dave got up and ran to the crumpled figure on the floor that was Claire McAlester. He turned her over on her back.
"Come on, Claire, you'll be OK!" He said, desperately trying to revive her. When he realized he couldn't, he sighed, sadly, and looked at the clock on the wall, but he said nothing. There were tears streaming down Angela's cheeks.
"No!" she sobbed, "No, this can't be happening! Claire was such a good kid! No, she has to be alive, no!"
"Easy there, Angie, it's OK," Alex awkwardly patted Angela on the back. Mitch kept staring at Claire, disbelieving.
"She's dead, she's dead, I can't believe she's dead..." he kept shaking his head.
"We heard another gunshot, what's going on?" Frank asked.
"You were late, that's what's going on," Jay explained, calmly.
"Oh no..." Frank sighed. He was then heard whispering something to someone. There was a loud noise on the other end as someone yanked the radio away from Frank.
"Listen, you little bastard! Who the hell did you kill now?"
"Abby?" Carter asked, weakly, hearing her voice.
"Whoa, ease up there, kitten!" Jay said.
"No, I won't! Who, damn it, tell me?!"
"A girl. No one important."
"She was important, God damn it!" Luka finally burst out.
"What... What was her name?" Abby asked, choking down a sob.
"She was a McAlester. I seem to be the one bringing down that family line," Jay was grinning and Dave couldn't stand it. No one could, not even Em.
"Jay! Give me that!" she pulled the communicator away from Jay, "I have had enough of this! You said that we would only hurt a child if it was necessary and now, one is lying dead at Dee's feet!"
"Em, you have no idea what you are doing!" Jay growled, angrily.
"Em, give it to him, please!" Tee begged.
"No, little brother, I am not going to give it to him!"
"Then give it to me," the chick was smart. He reached out his hand to his sister. Em hesitated, then handed it to him. Tee took the communicator and gave it to Jay.
"Is the chopper here?"
"On the roof."
"Money?"
"In the front seat."
"Good," Jay grinned.
"NO!" Em cried, realizing what was going on. She dived for the communicator, "My name is Melissa Daniels! I am giving myself up, I can't do this anymore!" the falcon was losing her strong composure and was doing something brave, but not that smart.
"Em, shut up!" Jay yelled.
"No, Jason!" she screamed and pulled out her gun, "I don't want to do this any more!"
"Are you prepared to die for what you have done?" Jay demanded.
"I am!" Em declared, pointing the gun to her own head, "I can't live with the knowledge that I am responsible for the death of a child! I can't live knowing that you will never love me! I can't live with all of this cruelty!"
"I have bad news for you, babe. Life is cruel. And if you don't like it, then you're better off dead!"
"Then maybe I am!"
"Melissa, don't do it!" Tee begged. Melissa spoke into the communicator again.
"Be kind to my brother," she said, both to the police and to the people in the classroom, "And take care of him. Good bye, Tim," she hugged her brother and pulled the trigger. She fell, almost in slow motion to the floor. Again, there was silence. No one spoke. One of the terrorists was dead. What could they say?
"OK, Malucci, you're coming with me!" Jay finally broke the silence and pulled Dave to his feet.
"But... Carter-"
"Will unfortunately be fine," with Jay on one side, and Dee on the other, they hoisted Dave up and held him between them, "Come on, Tee!" Jay demanded. Tee was bending over his dead sister and looked up at Jay.
"I'm staying here," he said, "I'm going to turn myself in. I swear, I have no idea who you are. I only came to protect my sister," normally, Jay had a cruel heart and would probably have killed Tee on the spot for this. But for some reason, he hesitated.
"You're like a brother to me, Tim," he sighed, "Good bye. Everyone stay where you are! That means you too, Kovac! Carter, I don't think you can move!" he grinned, "Come on, Malucci!" he pulled Dave, aggressively up the stairs to the roof where, as Frank had said, a helicopter was waiting.
"They're proceeding towards the helicopter," someone said, coming from a different radio.
"OK," Frank replied, "Snipers in place?"
"Targeting."
"Targeting?" Abby said, "Isn't that dangerous?"
"Don't worry, Abby, everything will be fine. I think."
"Damn it, you're hurting me!" Dave said, as Dee's tight grip nearly broke his arm. Jay looked around.
"Snipers, I knew it!" he smiled. As they climbed into the helicopter, there was a loud gunshot and someone fell to the ground, badly wounded. Behind them, stood Tim Daniels, mask off, pointing his gun at the remaining standing men.