Hostage Chapter 2:

A/N: Second Chapter.

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"Tycoon, What you want from me?" Deakins asked. He looked at all the detectives on the floor avoiding the eye contact of the intruder. Deakins was sweating, but Tycoon was cool and in control.

"Well I want the two that aren't here," he said. He twirled the gun around his fingers like in the old western movies and pointed it at Deakins "Or its your head" he threatened.

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Eames and Goren were half asleep with boredom. Eames had her jacket and shoes off and Goren had his jacket and tie undone. He had made paper planes out of all the pieces of paper in his bag and Eames had drawn pictures with her eyeliner. They hadn't talked for ages, just residing in their own little worlds. Then, finally, the elevator jolted again and started moving up. The detectives jumped onto their feet.

"We're getting out alive!" Goren said. He looked at the mess they had made in the many hours they were stuck. They straightened themselves out and put all the paper into their bags. The doors dinged open and they entered the office, only to see everyone on the floors.

"Get down!" one whispered and they hit the floor.

"What has happened?" Eames whispered.

"Remember Tycoon? He is back and wanting revenge for putting his brother away for life" the detective filled them in.

"The guy from that 10 year case solved last week?" Eames asked.

"Yep. Well Tycoon is his brother. He is after you two," he said. Goren and Eames looked at each other. Eames with a fearless look on her face stood up.

"Eames, get back here" Goren ordered, but she ignored him. He got up and followed her and they entered Deakins' office calmly.

"Well, the two have arrived" Tycoon said upon seeing them.

"Yeah, sorry we're late. We were stuck in traffic," Eames said. Deakins wiped the sweat beads off his forehead. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

"You are so brave to confront me. Why?" he asked getting off the desk and circling them.

"Well it was us or them" Eames said, motioning towards everyone under their desks. Tycoon pulled Eames' hair, her head jolting back as she yelped. He had murder in his eyes.

"Actually it is you I want. You are the one who played my brother. If it weren't for you, whore, he never would have been caught" he said, pulling her hair back even more.

"It is your own fault for killing those people. Ever heard the saying what goes around comes around?" she retorted. He let her go and thew her on the floor. She hit her head hard on the doorframe. Goren lunged at Tycoon, but Deakins pulled him back as Tycoon fired a shot that just missed. He turned back to Eames.

"Well now you are getting' yours for sending my brother away" he said angrily. He pointed the trigger at her and fired. She couldn't move because she was still dazed from hitting her head. The bullet hit her in the abdomen. Goren got up and knocked Tycoon out with a framed diploma that hung on Deakins' wall. He handcuffed him and tended to Eames.

"Eames, can you hear me?" he said, ripping her shirt open and inspecting he bullet hole.

"Huh? Yeh" she said, her mind spinning.

"I'm going to carry you out ok? We are going to the hospital" he told her, trying to calm her down. Her breathing was heavy and the pain started getting to her.

"Deakins can you call an ambulance?" he asked, but he was one step ahead. Goren picked Eames up and headed out the office. The other detectives watched on as they saw him carry the woman. He didn't want to take the chance that the elevator would stop again so he took the stairs. He got three flights down when she stared crying in pain.

"Goren, please put me down," she said. Goren did what she wanted and leant her on the steps.

"You're gonna be ok. We are nearly to the bottom," he said. He really knew they were still a few flights away but he didn't want to upset her. He looked at the steps they had climbed. A blood trail was left.

"No, Goren. I'm gonna die anyway. Just let me stay here. I don't want my last minutes to be a mad rush," she calmly said. Goren shook his head.

"No you're not. I'm gonna get you out of here and days from now we'll be joking about the words coming out of your mouth," he reassured her, but he knew he was reassuring himself just as much.

"Don't worry. Ya know, today hasn't been so bad, in the elevator. I'm glad it happened," she said. She didn't have any fear in her voice, unlike Goren who was about to lose someone close to him.

"Alex, I'm glad it happened too. In fact there was something I was going to tell you. I love you. I was going to tell you earlier, but I didn't have the guts. I was going to kiss you, but didn't know if the feeling was mutual." He looked down at her. His heart froze. She was gone. She looked so peaceful, despite the chaos. He shook his head and a tear dropped. "Now I wish I had "he finished, hugging her. He looked at the pool of blood dripping down the steps, and on his shirt. He laid her head on the step and ripped off his jacket and shirt.

"Got to clean it" he kept saying and tried to wipe it up. He raced back to her and squeezed the blood back onto her as if tyring to give it back. He gave her mouth-to-mouth, then raced back to collect more blood. It was just smearing and reality kicked in that he wasn't going to save her. He sat at the bottom of the staircase looking up at the lifeless woman. He laughed at his actions. Isn't it funny what you do when grief takes over?