Thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you liked this chapter and that I'm not too mean to Coop... lol..
Mrs. Rhett Butler: this episode is one of my favorites too.. i could watch the kissing scene over and over again sigh :)
Anyway, here's the next chapter... I hope you like it!

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Chapter 6

"2170 Peach Avenue …" John said and parked the car in front of the old house, "…that's it. Do we have the search warrant, Sam?"

"Sure, it's all in there…" she said and pointed at her purse.

"Good…" John answered and looked into the rear-view mirror. Coop noticed it.

"What?" he snapped.

"Nothing. Just checking." John answered.

"Checking what? If I'm still here? I'm here okay. I'm here to do my job."

"You're just here because of Bailey." Sam threw in, looking at John.

"Sorry, I don't want to lose my job, okay." Coop murmured with his arms on his chest.

"Oh really? Then don't act so stupid and think before you open your mouth." John got out of the car. "Sam, I want you to stay behind me." He said, looking at her while he shut the car door.

She nodded in response and the three of them walked to the front door of the house. John knocked loudly and peeked through the window as nobody opened the door. He knocked again, "FBI, open the door please!" But there was nothing.

"Maybe there's a second door on the backside…" Sam suggested and walked around the house.

"Woah, wait wait…" John grabbed his gun and went towards her, "…please, stay behind me. We don't know if he's at home and what he's capable of, okay?" he pleaded and waved a hand at Coop.

He tried the door and to his surprise he found it open. "Let's go inside. Coop, give me backup." He ordered and entered the house.

"Nothing…" Coop looked around, raising his eyebrow as they realized that nobody was at home. "I think that's the wrong guy. Let's go home."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm sure that's the man. We just need something to prove it. Sam?" John turned around, "What do you think?"

Sam's eyes wandered through the room, until she stopped at a small table near the sofa with some family pictures on it.

"Everything looks so ordinary. Almost like there lives a happy family but things are often different from what you see. I'm wondering if there's a secret room or something like that…" she whispered and left the living room.

John followed her and perceived a wooded door. He grabbed Sam's arm and shoved her behind him as he pulled out his gun. Carefully he opened the door and saw nothing but darkness down there.

"Someone got a flashlight here?" John asked, making his way down the wooden stairs.

"Not really…" Sam answered and followed him.

After a while his eyes got used to the darkness of the basement and he was able to see the outlines of some furniture. As he headed forward a desk he pumped his head onto something. He looked up and saw a small light hanging on the ceiling. Without hesitation he pulled the cord and the room turned into a soft light.

John turned his gaze to the desk right in front of him, while Coop searched through the basement.

"Sam? John said, waving a hand in her direction.

"Yeah? What did you find?" she started as she headed towards him.

John turned towards her and handed her a map of the church, "Look at this…"

Sam took it and spread it out on the small desk, "A map of the church…" she whispered, "…there's something marked." she pointed on the map and caught John's glare.

"There's a cross here and here… exactly where the church exploded. On the front and on the backside…" John concluded thoughtfully.

"That's definitely a beginning. I'm sure we can something more…" she looked around a perceived a big closet on the left wall, right beside the stairs. She opened it and put a hand on her mouth as she saw what was in there. "Oh my goodness!"

"What?" John said and came up to here, "Oh, wow… nice equipment…" he raised his eyebrows, "…uhm Coop, take a look at this… now!"

Coop rushed to them, "What? Oh… that's definitely enough to blow up the whole city."

"Jesus…" John ran his hand through his hair, "…okay, I call Bailey. We need a special task force here. It gives me a very uneasy feeling to know that the building could explode in a second…" he fumbled around in his pockets until he found his cell phone. He dialled Bailey number as he heard a voice behind him.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you or I'm going to kill her…" a man chimed in, holding a gun against Sam.

John turned around and placed the cell phone immediately on the desk, "Mr. Blake, put the gun down…"

"Don't tell me what to do. You're definitely not in the position to do this, are you?" Robert Blake reminded him with a cruel smile.

"John…" Sam whispered with fear in her eyes.

"Look, let her go okay?" John suggested and made a step forward.

"No I won't. And don't forget… one wrong move and she's dead…" he dragged her back towards him, the gun still on her throat.

"Mr. Blake…" John began, taking a step back. "Don't hurt her, please. If you put the gun down we can discuss everything very calmly."

"Discuss?" he laughed and then looked at him sternly. "Discuss what?" he looked at the desk and the open closet.

"What you did…" John started quietly. "…your reasons to kill all of those people."

"I didn't want that…"

"Sure you did…" Coop shouted angrily.

"Shut up…" Robert Blake shouted back, "…I didn't ask you for your opinion, did I?

"The hell with you… let her go or…" Coop started again wrathfully.

"Coop…" John shot him a glare.

"What? Do you want him to kill her? I don't." Coop snapped.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I want that? You're definitely crazy, Coop! That's for sure." John prompted upset.

"No, I'm not and now cut the crap!" he turned back to Blake "One last time, let her go now!"

"Or what? Are you threatening me?" he grinned.

"Maybe…" Coop reached for his gun, but Blake noticed it and pointed his own gun at him. With one shot Coop toppled to the floor and hit his head on the desk behind him.

At the same time Sam immediately shrugged out of Blake's grasp and John threw the gun out of his hand with his feet. He stood in front of her as Blake rushed towards him full of anger.

"You stupid Cop…" he hissed and punched John into his stomach rather forcefully. John winced, holding his stomach and didn't see as Blake shoved him back on the wall and hit him across the face until he fell unconscious to the ground.

Blake looked at John and Coop, laughing loudly. "So stupid, unbelievable!" Then he turned around and saw Sam. As he made a step towards her, she made a step back.

"You aren't afraid of me, are you?" he asked, as he saw her fearful expression. "I promise you'll get a quick death… it's really a shame to kill a beautiful woman like you…" his eyes meeting and holding her gaze, "…but I can't let you live, you know!" he took a little box out of his jacket and pushed the red button. "Do you see this over there? In exactly 2 hours and 30 minutes there'll be a BANG… and everything's over!" Blake looked at her one last time and left the basement, laughing.

When she heard him lock the door she ran to John and knelt down beside him, "John? Wake up John, please!" he urged, stroking his cheek.

A few seconds later, John opened his eyes and sat up, holding his head. "What happened? Where is Blake?"

"He's gone. We're locked here and there's a bomb over there with only 2 hours 30 minutes left." she told him, nervously.

He squinted his eyes on her, "A bomb? Great, it's getting better every second." he said and got up. "We need Coop!" he looked around and saw him lying a few feet away from them.

"Coop?" John shook him, "Can you hear me? We need you… Coop!"

"John, look at his arm… he's bleeding. Blake shot him!" Sam surmised and knelt down to look at his arm. "We need something to stop the bleeding."

"And what?" John looked around but didn't find something, so he shrugged out of his shirt and ripped it in two, using them to bind off Coop's arm.

"John, you'll be freezing down here…" Sam said as she looked from his bare chest back to his eyes.

"I'm okay!" he gave her a small smile. "Dammit Coop, wake up."

"I'm afraid, John. I don't wanna die… Chloe can't lose her mother too. We need to get out of here." She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"We will…" he said and grabbed the cell phone from the table, dialling Bailey's number. "It doesn't work, dammit. That's not happening. I have a cell phone and when I need it, it's not working. I can't believe this." he shouted and threw it against the wall.

"John…" Sam whispered.

He took his gun and ran the stairs up to the big door. He aimed his gun at the door and fired.

"John… it's a metal door… it'll not work!" she stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at him.

After a few shots, he lowered his gun and threw it aside. "Dammit!"

She looked at him and put her hand on her forehead, "I don't wanna die… not now!"

John rushed down the stairs and headed to the other side of the basement. The clock said 2:20 and he knew he had to do something. And he had to do it now. He shoved his hand into his jeans pockets and took out a knife.

"John, what are you doing?" Sam said, frowning.

He put the cover aside and looked at the colourful cables, "You want to get out of here right?"

"Sure but… John please, you can't do this… Coop could help us but… but not you."

"Oh thanks, Sam. How nice…" John answered.

"No, that's not what I meant… but you don't know what you're doing, do you?" she asked, fearfully.

"Look, I've learnt it years ago. It's part of the basic training of the FBI. I know I'm not an expert like Coop, but hey… I won't sit here and wait for our death." he explained rather calmly.

"But maybe there's another way…"

"No, there isn't. The door is locked and there are no windows to get out of here… that's our last chance…" he declared, matter of factly. Then he took a deep breath and looked at the cables in front of him, "Green, red, yellow, blue… what colour?" John closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Think John, you need to remember the colour…"

The hand with the knife was shaking and his pulse went definitely higher. All he had to do is remember what he learnt years ago. He was a damn bad cop if he didn't even remember such important facts. Facts that should save lives.

"John?" Sam whispered, touching his arm, "Are you okay?"

He opened his eyes again, "I think it's the green one!"

"What do you mean you think? You're not sure?" Sam asked, raising her left eyebrow.

"Sam, I…" he paused for a while and continued, "…no, it's the red one!"

"The red one? John, if I ask you again you'll probably say yellow… that's not how it works. You need to be sure!" she clasped her hands together, her eyes never leaving John's.

John turned around and looked at Coop on the floor - he was still unconscious. "I know but… I am sure now. It has to be the red one!"

Sam looked at him and bit her lower lip. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a shaking hand. "Okay, then… try it!"

"And what if…" John began but stopped as he looked into her eyes.

She shook her head, "Please, do it now… I mean, we're going to die anyway, right?" She walked to John's side, covering her eyes with her hands.

John swallowed and held the knife to the red cable. His forehead was sweaty and he could feel the heart in his chest, beating wildly. He took one last breath, closed his eyes and cut it….

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Woah, so... that's it...lol... brave John, isn't he? lol :)