Stephanie found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Well, this was a situation she never thought she'd be in. She looked at Trish sadly, her eyes having dried to her face in dry, little tracts. She closed her eyes and thought of Chris. She wondered where he was right now, probably still on his way to the airport, thinking that when he was through with tonight he'd come home to his wife and kids. She hoped that he'd be alright when he found out she was gone. She knew he had taken it hard when she had "died" before; she could only imagine how he would take it this time.

She was ready now, ready to go She tried to think good thoughts; she didn't want to die with angry thoughts or thoughts of revenge on Trish, or even with a fear. Images flashed through her mind, and she did have a good life for the most part. She couldn't complain, not really. She just wished it wasn't ending, not without her getting to say goodbye.

"DROP THE GUN!"

Stephanie's eyes flew open and she saw an arsenal of police standing just inside the door. She could see numerous police cars out front in her driveway. Trish, startle momentarily flipped around and saw that she was surrounded. In her surprised state, she took no notice of the gun in her hand, seeing at least ten pointed back at her.

"We said drop the gun!"

Trish dropped the gun and as soon as she did, the police were all over her. One of them cuffed her, none to kindly either as another picked up the gun carefully and unloaded it. Stephanie was shaking now, both from relief and fright. One of the police officers came over to her to ask her a question, but she couldn't hear it as she kept shaking.

"Stephanie is it?"

She turned to him, "Y–Yes, that's right."

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

"Um...she...she slapped me and hit my head against the wall," Stephanie answered, getting a little more grounded, "Um, and she wanted to shoot me and my baby."

"Its alright Stephanie, you're fine now, we're going to take her down to the station and we'll make sure that she's locked up."

"Thank you," she said gratefully, "I don't...thank you."

"Its not a problem," he said, "We're just glad we got here in time."

Stephanie only realized right now that she hadn't called the police. She was eternally grateful that she was still alive and that she and her kids were going to be fine, but she hadn't called the police. Had Chris come back or something? She looked around, but didn't see him anywhere and she knew that if he had called that he would be all over her making sure that she was ok. So what the hell had happened?

"Um...my daughter, she's in the house somewhere," Stephanie said absently, starting to wander around, "I don't know where she went, I told her to get out."

"She's with some of the other police officers," the man pointed out as Stephanie looked over to see Regan beaming at one of them, "She's a very smart little girl."

"Huh?" How did this man know that if he hadn't even talked to her.

"She's the one who called us," he explained.

Stephanie blinked a couple of times in shock, her jaw dropping a tiny bit, "What do you mean?"

"Well, the emergency services received a call about fifteen minutes ago from your daughter saying that there was a bad woman trying to hurt her mommy. Well, when someone calls into the service, their address automatically comes up on the screen, so they sent us over here, just in time I think."

"So my little girl...she saved me," Stephanie said.

"Yeah, you're one lucky woman."

"I know," Stephanie whispered.

"Would you like us to call your husband?"

"Um...ok, the number, its, um, God, I can't think right now," Stephanie said, still in a daze, "Its on the refrigerator."

"Its fine, we'll get it for you and call him."

"Thank you."

Stephanie looked at her little girl, who was standing there with a smile on her face. Stephanie almost couldn't believe that Regan had saved her. She walked over to where Regan was still standing and as Regan saw Stephanie, she ran over to her mother and hugged her legs tightly. Stephanie kneeled down slightly to take Regan more firmly in her arms.

"Thank you baby girl," Stephanie whispered, holding her, "Thank you so much."

"The man said he proud of me," Regan said as she hugged Stephanie back.

"I'm SO proud of you," Stephanie said, tears streaming down her face again, but these of happiness, "You are the best little girl in the world, and I'm going to get you a big bowl of ice cream right now."

"Really!" Regan's eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

"Yes, but first, how did you know to call the police?"

"Daddy showed me," Regan said with a smile, "He told me if I ever in twouble that I should dial 911, and then he showed me on the tewephone. And I know that lady was mean, so I call."

"Remind me to give Daddy a big bowl of ice cream too."

"Okay!"

Chris was driving happily down the highway, just taking the turn off for the airport. There had been some sort of traffic jam that had slowed him up for a little while. He would still make his flight though so he hadn't worried. He pulled into the parking garage when his cell phone rang. He swore, finding a spot, but the phone kept ringing. He decided to park and then get the phone. He pulled into the spot and then grabbed his phone grumbling at whoever it was for delaying him even more.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Jericho," came an official sounding voice.

"Yeah, this is him."

"This is Officer Phillips from the Greenwich Police Department."

Chris froze in his car but his heart was only getting started as it sped faster than he had on the freeway, "What's wrong? Did something happen? My wife and kids..."

"There was an incident that took place in your house--"

"Is my family ok?" Chris was frantic now.

"They're both fine, a little shaken up, but they're both going to be fine."

Chris's heart rate was returning to normal, "What happened?"

"We got a call from your daughter saying that her mother was in trouble so we sent out some of the cruisers in the area and caught your wife being held at gunpoint by a Miss Trish Stratus."

Trish! Chris pulled out of the parking spot quickly and started the drive back home. He should've known that bitch would have something to do with this. His relief at his family being fine was tempered with an anger for Trish and her seedy tricks. This one took the cake. He didn't allow himself to even conjure up an image of Stephanie being held at gunpoint. There was only so many images of Stephanie in danger he could handle, and he had already had a lifetime's worth of them.

"Thank you for getting there in time," Chris told the man, "And you're sure they're both going to be ok."

"Yes, would you like to talk to your wife?"

"I would like that very much thanks."

Chris could hear a lot of shuffling going on and it seemed the phone was getting passed from person to person. He was getting anxious to hear Stephanie's voice. Nothing could reassure him of her safety more than hearing her distinctly unique voice speaking to him from the other line. He drove onto the freeway, trying not to speed. The last thing he needed was a ticket that would delay him even more.

"Chris," came her shaky voice.

"Oh Stephanie, I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"Are you coming home?"

"Of course, your dad will just have to do without me, there's no way I'm not going to be there for you. Baby, what happened?"

"I answered the door, I thought it was Shane," she said, then he could hear her start to cry.

"Steph, its ok, you don't have to tell me right now," Chris said gently.

"No, I'm fine. She...she threatened me, told me I ruined her life. She said...she....she said that she didn't want to kill me, but she wanted to hurt me forever and she...she put a gun to my stomach and said she was going to kill our baby," Stephanie explained, her tears clogging her throat so her voice was no more than a croak.

Chris bit his lip and took a deep breath, "Then what happened?"

"Regan came in and then Trish said she'd shoot Regan too and... I told her to run away and she did and then Trish slapped me and hit my head against the wall, but I took it because Chris, I couldn't let her hurt our babies, I just couldn't!"

"I know baby, I know, you're so brave."

"Then she said she would kill me, and I thought I was going to die Chris. I thought about you and how much you would miss me, and I didn't want to leave you Chris, I didn't!"

"You're not leaving me baby," he said soothingly, "So the guy told me that Regan--"

"She called the police Chris! Our little girl, who's barely four years old called the police! I mean, she told them and everything, I couldn't believe it. The cops showed up when Trish was pointing the gun at my head and I thought you had come home, but Regan had run to the phone to call the police."

"Yeah, I told her how to call for help if someone needed it."

"God bless you! She's my new hero," Stephanie said, "Do you want to talk to her?"

"Yeah, can I?"

"Of course," Stephanie said, then handed the phone to the little girl.

"Daddy, Mama's letting me eat ice cream!"

"Well from what I hear you're a brave hero."

"For eating ice cream?" she asked, somewhat confused by what her father was saying.

"No, for calling the police when Mama was in trouble."

"You told me to do that in case of twouble," she said, "Mama was in twouble."

"Yeah, I know," Chris said seriously, "And you did the absolute best thing you could possibly do and when I get back home, I'm going to give you a big kiss and a hug."

She giggled and handed the phone back to Stephanie, "Chris, we're going to go, the officers need to ask a few more questions, you'll be home soon right?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way there as we speak."

"I love you," Stephanie whispered, her voice full of raw emotion as if the words were too powerful for her to say.

"I love you too," he said back, his voice full of emotion as well, "God, I love you."

"We'll talk later, see you soon."

"Bye baby."

Chris hung up the phone reluctantly. It was as if not talking to her would make her disappear. But he was still worried, he needed to make sure that she was going to be alright. He had to see it with his own eyes to make sure that she was ok, because he wasn't trusting the images running through his mind right now. He finally got off the freeway only to meet a stop light getting off of it. He tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for it to turn green.

He finally arrived home to see police officers milling about talking to one another. He saw one cop car with a familiar blonde sitting huffily in the back. Chris parked his car and attempted to walk to his house, but was stopped by one of the officers. He explained to them who he was, actually having to get out his wallet and show the officer that he was indeed the owner of the house, and only then was he allowed to walk past.

He walked up to the police car and spoke with the police officer about being able to talk to Trish. The guy gave in and helped get Trish out of the car, holding her by the handcuffs as she was led her over roughly. They stopped her in front of Chris and she scowled at him.

"You bitch," Chris said.

"I'm not allowed to say anything," Trish said, "You know, cause anything I say can and will be used against me. But if you want to talk, go right ahead, I'll just jot it down mentally to use against you in court."

"I can't believe that you would try to hurt two innocent children."

She shrugged, "Sometimes you have to go through people to get to people, fact of life Chris. Only the strong survive."

"Well, look at you now."

"Yeah, look at me. But I'm going to get out Chris, I'm going to get out and you can't stop me from doing anything I want to do. That's just how it works out."

"Think that Trish, I REALLY hope you think that."

"I will, tell Stephanie and Regan that I'll be seeing them," Trish said, smiling cruelly, "Soon hopefully."

Chris resisted the urge to punch her as she was led away by the police officer. Another one came up and asked him to positively identify Trish, which he did gladly. He walked into the house and looked around. He wondered where Stephanie and Regan could be. He heard Regan talking from the kitchen and went in there, and he saw Regan, but Stephanie was nowhere to be found.

"Daddy!"

"Hey there Princess," Chris said, kneeling down to let her run over and hug him. He hugged her back, tighter than tight, "I'm so proud of you Princess."

"Thanks Daddy," she said, "Mama said I brave."

"You're very brave," he agreed, "And I love you so much and I'm so glad that you're alright, because I would be very sad if anything happened to you."

"Me too Daddy."

"Where's Mommy?" Chris asked, looking around.

"They took her away," Regan said, "She had an owwie and the man said she had to go away."

"An owwie?" His heartbeat had JUST returned to normal and now it was starting to race again, at an unnatural pace.

"Uh huh, she hurt."

"How Regan?" Chris said, holding her by the shoulders.

"I dunno Daddy."

Chris stood up and went over to one of the officers, hoping to get a coherent answer.

"Excuse me," Chris said, walking up to a police officer, "I wanted to know where my wife, Stephanie, was, and I was hoping you could tell me."

"Nobody told you," the guy said, "I thought someone had called you. That's the last time I leave the task to someone else."

"So, she's not here?" Chris's breathing was stunted and he was about to hyperventilate.

"No, she got taken away in the ambulance. Your daughter stayed here per your wife's request. She said that you would take care of her."

Chris was frantic when he asked, "Why did she have to go to the hospital? I thought you said my wife was unhurt, you said that she was fine!"

"Sir, she is...well for the most part."

"What do you mean?"

"She went into labor."