A/N: HERE IS PART THREE. A LITTLE MORE ANGST THEN THE LAST CHAPTER, SORRY, YOU KNOW HOW I GET. I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING, AND THANKS FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS, KEEP 'EM COMING. I WON'T TELL A LIE, SO NO, THEY'RE NOT MINE.
CHAPTER 17: HOSTAGES PART 3: WAITING
The afternoon was slowly fading away. The two detectives were trying to get as much information out of the gunman as possible. Unfortunately the only information he was willing to give them in the last four hours was that his name was Greg. Santana pushed and pushed, using her strong interrogation tactics, but got nowhere. So Woody decided to take the opposite approach, his strong point, and try to befriend the man and gain his trust. It was starting to work, "So how do you know this Rick?", he asked casually. "Huh? Oh, he's my cousin.", Greg answered, a bit preoccupied. "You know protecting him is not going to help you here. Not to mention holding two Boston detectives hostage. You're pretty much screwed.", Santana yelled. "I'm just doing what he told me. He said to stay and watch the place, not to let anyone in, especially the basement. You two had to go and ruin everything.", Greg screamed angrily, shakily pointing the gun at Santana.
"Whoa Greg, we've got nothing against you. We just want to get Rick and the drugs he was selling to school kids off the street. You didn't know anything, right? So take it easy, nobody needs to get hurt. Okay?", Woody rambled, calmly. Greg nodded, bringing the gun down to his side. "This is crazy, Rick would never sell drugs, especially to kids.", he defended, starting to pace faster. "What do you think is in the basement, Genius?", Santana said sarcastically. "C'mon just let us go, and maybe they'll be easy on you.", she continued, becoming frustrated. "No, no I can't, he said to wait for him to come back. So now we wait.", he answered, looking toward the doorway, half expecting his cousin to walk right through. "You know he's not coming back……", Santana started, but then stopped when Woody looked over and frowned at her.
He noticed her shiver, not sure if it was from the cold or fear. Woody took off his long coat and held it out, "Hey Greg, could you give this to her, she's cold.", he asked. As the man turned to place the wool coat over Santana's shoulders, Woody pulled open his suit jacket to show her he still had his gun. Greg had never searched Woody and probably didn't think he would even have a gun. A little secret they would keep to themselves, for now. As the sunlight faded, Greg became more agitated, he wandered out of the room, probably looking for his missing cousin. Woody leaned toward Santana, she tried to scoot over so he could untie her, but he couldn't reach. He could have pulled his gun out now, but Santana was still tied up, he needed to get her untied."We need to get him out of the room, tell him you have to go to the bathroom or something, just make sure he unties you. Then when you come back, if I'm ready, I'll tell you to run. Just do it, and don't look back.", he ordered. "What are you going to do, Woody?", she asked, nervously. But before he could answer, Greg walked back into the room.
Outside the swat team continued to surround the building, waiting for the word to storm inside. The only problem was that the captain didn't know how many gunmen there were or where in the building his detectives were. There was no way to get in touch with the people inside, Santana's cell phone was inside her car and Woody's phone was going directly to voicemail. The captain wasn't about to do anything that would put his detectives lives in anymore danger. "What's taking so long? It's been over five hours. It'll be dark soon. What if he's hurt? What if laying on some cold floor?", Jordan cried, looking at each of her friends for answer. "Jordan you need to calm down. This stress is not good for the baby. Here have some soup.", Lily said offering her the cup. Jordan took a sip of the warm soup and the baby kicked hard, "It's okay baby, Daddy's going to be okay.", she whispered, rubbing her belly. "Dr. M we need to get her out of here.", Nigel pleaded. "I know Nige. But we all know she won't leave here without Woody.", Garret stated. "So what, we just wait?", Bug asked. Garret nodded, looking over at Jordan holding tightly to Lily.
Woody looked over to Santana, who asked if he would let her go to the bathroom. He agreed and escorted her, leaving Woody alone inside the room, which is exactly what he wanted. As soon as they left the room, Woody reached to pick up his crutch, but it was a few inches to far. So he decided to pull a large wooden desk toward him so he could lean over it to pick up the crutch. Just as he pulled the desk to him, he heard the man yell at Santana to hurry up. He gathered up all of his strength and pushed up onto the desk for support, but as he rose, he knocked the chair he was sitting in over. Greg ran back down the hall pulling Santana with him. There was no time for Woody to react, he was stuck.
The two entered the room, "What the hell are you trying to do?", Greg yelled as he hit Woody in the head with the back of Santana's gun. I wouldn't take much, but the punch landed Woody straight to the floor, and right next to his crutch. Greg held the gun on Woody, "Go Santana.", he ordered, trying to blink away the blood that was running into his eye. As Greg turned the gun to a fleeing Santana, Woody grabbed his crutch and knocked the gun right out of his hand. Greg quickly recovered the weapon, but not before Woody was able to draw his own. The two men holding each other at gunpoint, Woody on the ground, leaning on his elbow, and Greg towering over him, pointing the gun right between Woody's eyes.