Thanks for the reviews(and multiple death threats j/k) that I got for my last chapter. I've almost met my mark, but I would appreciate more reviews, no matter what they say, good or bad. I'd like to remind you one more time to write letters in order to save Jimmy. The address is

Nickelodeon

1515 Broadway

New York, NY 10036

Write as many letters as you can this month! We're going to swamp Nickelodeon with them, and get a 4th season!

Here goes. . .

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Cindy knew it would be difficult to get where they were going without arousing the suspicions of classmates and teachers. Because, although it was the middle of class, there were bound to be a few students who were skipping. She also knew that Gabby didn't trust her, although she wasn't the one with the pistol in her hand.

They marched through the hallways, unnoticed. Cindy had hoped that all of that had taken up one class period, and everyone would be out in the hall. But, on the other hand, she felt as if Gabby deserved to see what she was going to show them. She knew that it would most likely save her and Jimmy's lives.

Cindy had not let go of Jimmy's hand. One reason, though, was because it was much easier for her to move about with someone beside her, rather than using her crutches. She also wanted to make sure he was okay. He had looked so scared. At this thought, she held onto him even more tightly.

They reached the exit of the school with no mishaps. Cindy and Jimmy walked in front, while Gabby trailed behind, holding the gun at their backs. Why did that seem so familliar?

"Which way now?" asked Gabby, as they stepped out into the sunshine.

"Just follow me, I know where I'm going." replied Cindy, taking her chosen route.

Gabby nodded and told her to lead the way.

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Gabby was glad that it was the middle of the day. Otherwise, there would be people cluttering the streets, and plenty of questions would be asked of the unusual trio.

In a few moments, they stood in front of Cindy's home.

"What are we doing here?" asked Gabby, who knew that Cindy lived there.

"The evidence is in my room." she said.

Gabby gave her a doubtful look, and said, "I don't think so. You're going to go in there and call the cops on me."

"I swear I won't. You can take all of the phones. We have to go in my room, though." replied Cindy.

Gabby sighed, "Okay."

They waited a moment for Cindy to unlock the door. Her parents were both at work, so there was no chance of being spotted.

The three teens trudged slowly up the stairs, Cindy in front. She knew that they had to enter her room, but it would feel a little strange having those two people in her room.

Cindy opened her bedroom door, let Jimmy and Gabby enter, and then closed the door, just in case.

It wasn't long until they were all standing around her computer.

"So, the evidence is on your computer?" asked Gabby, lowering her gun.

"Yes, it is." she said simply, pulling up a program.

"What is it?" asked Gabby.

"Surveliance tapes from the bank. The cops ran them onto CD's so I could watch it on my computer. On normal circumstances, that wouldn't be allowed, but my psychiatrist thought it would be good therapy to see the hold up from a different point of view." replied Cindy, pulling up the footage.

Jimmy mentally aplauded Cindy's quick thinking. It was the perfect evidence, and there was no way that Gabby couldn't believe it.

The tape started out normally enough. There were a few people in a line at the bank. Then, Cindy and Jimmy could be seen entering, talking. A few moments later, a tall figure entered and stood behind them in line.

"That's my dad!" shouted Gabby, in disbelief.

Cindy nodded and pointed to the screen.

Gabby couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Her father had grabbed Cindy, and held a gun to her head.

Gabby's free hand went up to her mouth in horror.

"No! That's not him! It can't be!" she shouted, stopping the video.

"Gabby, I'm sorry, but Cindy and I were telling the truth. " said Jimmy.

For a moment, Gabby didn't speak. She stood in stunned silence, as she thougth about what she'd just witnessed. Her father had held a gun to someone's head. But, he couldn't have! It was a trick!

"I don't believe you!" she said, finally, clenching her jaw tight.

"What! This is solid proof! How can you not?" asked Cindy.

"Your both smart. It's easy to doctor video tapes, I've done it before for class."she said.

"We didn't mess with the tapes. How could we? Jimmy and I went through a lot that day. Your father almost killed us both. It was the worst day of my entire life, and I'm not going to spend my entire day trying to prove that it actually happened." said Cindy. She was tired of Gabby. She was tired of the whole thing. She wanted to forget that it ever happened, and this girl just kept reminding her of it.

Gabby didn't speak. Instead, she raised the gun in front of her, and pointed it straight at Jimmy.

Then, she did speak. " Jimmy, I'm sorry that I couldn't believe you. I really am. When I first came here, I actually liked you. I considered forgetting my plan, but after you blew me off for her, I knew I had to do it."

"Goodbye, Jimmy." said Gabby, as she pulled the trigger.

"Don't think. Just run. " whispered Cindy, as she pushed off with her good leg. Forgetting the excrutiating pain of her other leg, she pushed Jimmy to the ground, and recieved the bullet meant for him in the process.

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