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Author's Note: We're actually nearing the end of this story. I know! It's amazing. I'm actually a tiny bit proud of this chapter. This one probably involves the most action. And thanks again for all the wonderful reviews!

"Sharp!"

"Bring her back inside!"

"Don't do this, Sharp!" Ty and Sully were on the ground beneath where Gordon Sharp was dangling Sam out the window, trying to buy some time.

"Get Boscorelli here and maybe I won't do it," he shouted calmly. This was unusual. Most of the time, hostage takers were angry and nervous, but this guy seemed perfectly calm.

"He's already on his way," Sully shouted back, a lot less coolly. "But I can't see how Bosco will help. All you need to do is bring her back inside and we can negotiate."

"Nope. I just need Boscorelli. Just need to see his face when he sees what I've done." He gave that spine-chilling grin again as he looked at the struggling little girl in his arms. Sam had stopped screaming, for she was so terrified she couldn't get the sound out of her throat. She kept trying to wrestle her way out of his grip, not thinking about what the consequences of that might be.

"Sam!" called Ty. "Don't move!" She heard Ty's voice and immediately ceased her movement. She simply closed her eyes and prayed that her dad would get there soon.

"Boscorelli better hurry!" called Sharp. "My arms are getting tired." Moments later the familiar sound of Bosco's Mustang rang through their ears as him and Faith arrived.

"Dad!" Sam called, opening her eyes. She felt a little bit of relief flood through her. Her dad would make everything alright. He always did.

"Sharp!" Bosco screamed as he got out of his car. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Come up here and maybe we'll talk about it." Bosco realized that he couldn't take any chances. His daughter's face stared at him, pleading him to help.

"If I do, will you bring her back inside?"

"Well, I can't say that I'll do that, but I probably won't drop her. But I want just you, Boscorelli. Not any of your little friends down there." Much of the 55th precinct had showed up and was watching the scene unfold.

"Alright, I'm coming up," he said.

"Boscorelli, wait," said Swersky, materializing at his side. "This isn't procedure. We can't just send you up there alone without knowing anything."

"With all due respect sir, screw procedure. All I know is that crazy man is hanging MY daughter out of a 5th story window. At this point, procedure can go to hell." With that, he started towards the building, keeping his eye on Sam the entire time. He walked inside the newly built apartment building. It had just been finished and no one had moved in yet, so the building was eerily vacant. He quickly took the stairs to the fifth floor and found that the doors to all the rooms were open. He went briskly down the hall until he found the correct room.

"Ah, Boscorelli, you've made it. Did you have any trouble finding the place?" He laughed madly at his own joke.

"Cut the crap, Sharp. Just let her go. You've got me. Isn't that what you wanted the whole time?"

"I wanted you to suffer horribly. I wanted you to suffer like I did when I lost my dear brother." His eyes began to tear and he started to loosen his grip on Sam's arms. Sam felt this sudden shift and panicked. Bosco panicked as well.

"No! Don't drop her! Please!" he pleaded. "Haven't I suffered enough? What about what you did to Sarah?"

"I wanted you to feel TWICE the pain that I did!" he shouted. "But I only succeeded in killing your precious wife. If I count correctly, that's not twice." He turned back to look at Sam, who turned back to see what was going on. "You know," he said, calming down. "She really is a beautiful girl, isn't she? It's such a shame to waste, really. She would have grown up to look just like her mother." Bosco couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the gun from his ankle and held it up to Sharp's head.

"Bring her back inside, NOW!" Sharp didn't even turn.

"You know, I wouldn't do that if I were you. If you shoot me in the head, I might just let go of her." Bosco realized this, but didn't back down. "Do you want to know why they really let me out of prison? They were afraid of me. It wasn't good behavior. I'm insane, you see. Of course," he said laughing. "I'm sure you've already figured that one out. They couldn't handle me. They let me go in hopes of me throwing myself off a bridge or something. They didn't think I was a threat to anyone. Silly them," he said, finally turning back towards Bosco and staring straight into the barrel of Bosco's gun. "Are you gonna shoot me or what?" he asked.

"Not if you bring her back inside," he said shaking. It was true. Everything Gordon Sharp had just said was absolutely true. He was insane. And that scared him more than anything else could.

"Come on, just get it over with. You know, I really wasn't planning on leaving here alive anyway. Come on! You know you want to. I'm surrendering myself." In a split second, it was all over. Sharp turned around to put his hands up, and in the process, let Sam fall.

"NOOO!" Bosco cried, and shot Sharp in the head. As the body crumpled to the floor, he didn't give it a thought as he ran to the window.