No one dared breathe. Deb hugged Rachel closer, and began to watch the baby very closely. The last thing they needed right now was for Ella to start crying; if she did, they'd be as good as dead. The metal clicking sound stopped. Footsteps were heard. They were coming to close for comfort for Carter. "Actually," he thought, "Any where within a five hundred mile radius of this guy was uncomfortable." The footsteps went past the couch. Kerry, Carter, Mark, and Dave could see the back of Fossen. None of the four were particularly religious, but they prayed that Fossen wouldn't turn around. They didn't pray hard enough. Fossen turned around. At first he didn't say any thing. He just stared at the group of doctors, and they stared back. Kerry was shaking with fear. "I don't want to die now," She thought, "Not now, just when I have everything going for me." Mark was trying, but failing miserably, to hide his face. He was thinking the same thing as Kerry, and also fearing for his daughters. Carter met up with a familiar feeling that he had felt on Valentine's Day. He hated that feeling. It was the feeling that made you think you were going to die. Dave just felt like he was going to throw up. He had been on the business end of a few guns before, and had made it out alive and unscathed each time. He had long since gotten over the fear of dying, "If I die, I die. I just hope it doesn't hurt," was his philosophy. "You." Fossen breathed out, "Greene. You took away my son. You took him from me," he said, getting increasingly louder, "You were the one who did it. You-" A muffled cry came from behind the couch in the corner. "Damn," Mark muttered under his breathe. Deb had her hand clamped over Ella's mouth. She hated to do it, but it had to be done. Fossen moved towards the couch, but kept his gun trained on the group of doctors in front of him, particularly Mark. He got to the couch, and in one swift movement, pushed it out of the way. Rachel screamed, and Deb took her hand off of Ella's face. The only sounds in the room were Ella's wails and the breathing of everyone. Fossen studied Rachel, Deb and Ella, but kept his gun pointed towards Kerry, Mark, Dave, and Carter. Finally he said, "You were the girl in the picture at-" Fossen turned towards Mark and continued, "his house," Fossen thought for a minute and then concluded, "You're his daughter, and that's. that's the baby." Fossen bent down, and tried to take Ella away from Rachel. She didn't let go. "Give me that kid!" Fossen yelled, as he and Rachel played tug of war with Ella. Fossen started to use his other hand, with the gun still in it. Deb started to reach over, but Fossen noticed. He stopped tugging on the baby. "You," He shouted at Deb, "Over there, with the others, now!" Deb hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly parted with Rachel and scrambled over to Carter's side. "Now," Fossen said, "Give me the baby." Rachel looked up at him, into the barrel of the gun, and said, "No. You're not going to take my sister away from me." Fossen reached down and slapped Rachel across the face. Mark started to get up, but Dave restrained him and Kerry whispered, "He's got the gun. Don't do anything stupid, Mark." Rachel's face was bright red. It hurt, but she didn't loosen her grip on the screaming baby. "Fine," Fossen said. He let the safety go on the gun. Rachel's first instinct was to protect Ella. She twisted her torso around, and placed Ella behind her, on the floor in the corner. When she twisted back around. She was scared. "Last chance," Fossen was shaking with anger, "Give me that baby."

Rachel looked up at him and said, "No, you son of a bitch." She didn't know where the words were coming from. She was so scared, but anger was beginning to take over. The gun went off. Rachel clutched her right lower arm. She could feel warm blood trickling between her fingers. Mark got up. So did Dave and Carter. Mark started over to Fossen, but Carter and Dave restrained him and dragged him back down. Dave whispered, "It's her arm, she'll be fine. She might not if you go over there." Suddenly, the door burst open. "He's in here!" everyone heard. Fossen went into action. He dragged Rachel up by her right arm. She screamed in pain. Fossen whipped her around and held her in front of himself, with his arm around Rachel's neck. Rachel bit him, and Fossen hit the back of her head with the gun. Rachel went limp in his arms. Fossen held her up, though. No words were said. The man who had burst through the door backed up into the hall and let the door swing shut. This time, Dave and Carter didn't have a chance to catch Mark. He was up and in Fossen's face before they knew it. Fossen heard Mark before he turned around. When he did turn though, he met a fist to the jaw. He let go of Rachel, and she slid down to the floor. Mark knocked the gun out of Fossen's hand and it went flying to the other side of the room. Deb got up and rant to the gun, and Dave and Carter came to Mark's aid in a split second. Kerry dragged Rachel's limp body out of the brawl. As soon as Deb had the gun, she ran to the door, opened it, and yelled, "Get in here!" Then she ran and helped Kerry with Rachel. The SWAT team rushed in, and began trying to separate the four men. They finally managed to pull Fossen out of the brawl. He was badly hurt. Mark, Carter and Dave were escorted out the door by two SWAT team members. Two others went to Kerry and Deb, who were huddled over Rachel. One took Kerry and Deb out, and the other picked Rachel up in his arms and carried her out the door. Another man was following him out with Ella. The danger was over, but the terror was just beginning.