For disclaimers, see chap one

Bobbie's POV:

When Franks left again, I continued to question the guard on his reasons for being here. He was the nephew of Franks and had come on to this mission quite unwillingly. Knowing what I had to do, while Sturgis and Harm positioned themselves, I calmly talked the boy down. I really did feel sorry for the kid, and while it was true that the boy would be doing time, I, and undoubtedly the rest of this motley group would be doing what we could to help him out.

When he put his guns, he apparently had been carrying three and walkie-talkie on the table, Harm, Mac, Webb and Sturgis sprung from their seats and took action. I helped Bud, Harriet and Tiner move the kids into a corner and flip over the conference table so they would have at least some semblance of cover. Webb took off his belt and used it to tie Andrew's hands together, and moved him to the other side of the room. Andrew informed them that in fact there were only fifteen men in the building, and told him what kinds of firearms they were carrying.

Sturgis and Mac took out another two guards that were keeping watch on the outside of the door and tied them up and took their weapons. They formed an idea to lour a few guards into the room at a time, knock them out and subdue them with their own handcuffs.

Harriet and I stood watch over the kids while Tiner and Bud found an empty storage closet to lock the guards in.

"Okay, so now what?" Webb asked, panting.

"We find Franks and take him out. But we need to contact the outside and tell them. Webb, can you-"

"I'm on it," he said picking up the fallen guards cell phone, his own being taken by Victor Frank.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER…..

With marine insertion teams and swat teams swarming in on the buildings Victor Franks knew his time of glory was short lived. And getting no responses from any of his team, his time was getting even shorter. But he knew he had the biggest bargaining chip of all. He wasn't stupid enough to go find his team, knowing that they must have been overpowered. Who knew a bunch of lawyers could do anything more then shuffle papers?

He had tapped the door, windows and vents shut, so snipers couldn't get him. And his talks to the negotiator had been short lived. They had until sundown to get him the money and jet out of here; otherwise they would be short one Navy Admiral.

As he paced, quiet but intense conversations were taking place outside in the bullpen. The staff, children and gunmen had been cleared over an hour ago, yet there was still one hostage, and he was the most important of all.

AJ Chegwidden was currently sitting in a straight back chair with his arms tied securely behind his back and his mouth taped shut. He was sporting a gash on his head from being hit from behind, and countless cuts and bruises courtesy of Victor Frank. As he tried to reposition himself in the chair, AJ grimaced, knowing that he probably had a few broken ribs.

If he could talk, he would try and persuade…awe hell he would just tell the lunatic to enjoy it while he could. He knew that the hostages have all released and Frank's men taken out. AJ again tried to get comfortable, this he knew, was going to be a long wait.

Though in reality the standoff only lasted minutes later when a smoke bomb was thrown through the window, allowing swat to storm the room. Frank's was dragged out unconscious, while paramedics jumped in to help the Admiral. He was taken to the hospital, grumbling the entire way there, leaving the JAG staff, Bobbie Latham and Webb, sighing in relief. This nightmare was over.

It was a tired Bud and Harriet Robert's that walked through their front door that night. After seeing that their little charges had gotten back to the children's center alright, Bud and Harriet wanted nothing more then to go home, hold on to their own kids and never let them go.

Sturgis, against his better judgment drove Bobbie back to the hill, where she had some work to do, and questions from her co-workers that needed to be answered. Sturgis walked into his empty apartment with a sigh. He called his father, and after assuring him that he, Bobbie and the rest of his friends were okay, he grabbed a beer and prepared to drown in his sorrows. He had known the Petty officer that was killed, and couldn't even begin to imagine how his wife and young son were doing. Sturgis knew that something had to be done, but as he put his aching legs on his coffee table and closed his eyes he knew it wasn't going to be tonight.

Webb, had gone back to work, and was prepared to bury himself in paperwork until the numbness went away. He had thought it odd to be so worried about another person so much, that was outside of his family. But somehow, somehow Katherine Lewis just wormed her way into his life, and now as he debated on weather or not to call her, just to hear her voice and reassure her that he was fine. The phone rang, and with an eagerness that he hadn't felt since he didn't know when, he knew who it was. Katherine, he thought with a smile, still managed to surprise him.

Tiner unlike the rest of the JAG staff, did not go straight home after his harrowing experience at work. He did something that he had never done. He went to church. He was by no means a church going fellow, but watching the men and women he worked with everyday, spring into action and save the day yet again, he renewed in him his faith in a higher power. He knew that the people he worked with were put on this earth for a reason. And maybe, just maybe he could be just as good as them one day.

Jen had spent the night on the phone with her little sister Abby just talking. Abby seemed to be dealing with things quiet well, but had told Jen that all of the kids were going to have to talk to someone about what happened, weather they liked it or not. After hanging up, satisfied that the young girl was okay, Jen was certain, that despite recent events, everything was going to be okay. They just had to be.

Harm and Mac cuddled in bed that night, neither willing to let the other go. As she watched Harm sleep, Mac rubbed hr hand unconsciously over her belly where their baby lay. But her mind wasn't on the baby, not it was on Andrew and Ella, and how she wished that they could somehow belong to their family.

TBC

Okay, I gave this all I could, and I'm sorry this has taken so long. I want to finish Navy Flyers before I give this story another go, but I think I can wrap this one up soon. Please just hang in there with me and as always please review.