Secrets That Kill: A Gilmore Girl Fanfiction

Disclaimer: sadly I do not own anything Gilmore Girl related, not even Tristan or Jess (tears)

Summary: what happens when deals are made w/ the wrong people? Will a life be lost? Rory, Tristan, Paris, Logan, and the rest of the crew will find themselves face to face w/ secrets that can kill… AU! Could be a Trory… who knows… hehe!

CHAPTER 4: Negotiations in the Real World

"What am I supposed to do Luke? Rory's just… oh no, what if-" Luke grabbed both of Lorelai's arms and made her look him in the eye.

"Do not say that! Rory is fine, you know, and I know it!" She nodded and leaned back into his open arms. "What's been going on though? I mean the last thing I knew was that the whole school was inside!" he asked her obviously confused.

"Around one, the gunmen released everyone except four students."

"Only four?"

"Logan Huntznberger, Paris Gellar, Tristan DuGrey, and…" she sniffed back a tear and let the last name just brush her lips, "Rory." Tears came trickling down her cheeks and Lorelai ignored them. The two lovers just stood there in each other's arms, worrying about the same young girl who brought them together again…

- -

"Excuse me sir? Wait, hold on a second!" The man Lane was trying to question disappeared into the crowd of people in front of her. She looked for someone else to explain the situation but failed to obtain the whole story and instead was left with tidbits of information like; "Four students…", "guns…", and even "they were going to kill him…" The more she heard the less and less her legs wanted to continue looking for her friends.

She fell to her knees, letting her tears flow freely and released the fear she had bottled up for since she saw the news. "Lane?" Her eyes went wide… I know that voice… she thought and wiped away her tears to see the figure in front of her.

"Finn!" She shrieked and jumped into his outstretched arms. "Oh my God, I saw the news, and I thought I was going to lose you!"

"Love, you'll never lose me!" He pulled away from her just enough so he could kiss her warmly on the lips.

"Rory!" She pushed herself out of the embrace and questioned him with her eyes. He just put his head down and a shadow seemed to suddenly envelope him. "Finn? Where is Rory?"

"She is one of the unlucky four…" and he reluctantly explained the preceding incident in which he was glad Lane never witnessed…

- -

"We need to get out of here!" Logan whispered to Tristan. They had been moved to the P.E. Office which had one large window that looked out into the gymnasium. There were guards outside of the office as the four students wondered why they were chosen. There cell phones had been confiscated making their chances of contact quite minimal.

"Logan, NO WAY! We can't risk it!" Paris answered before Tristan could even open his mouth. "Do you want to get caught and killed?"

"Well, its better then sitting here, waiting to get shot!" Logan spat.

"You don't know that!" Rory had finally spoken up. They were the first words she had said since her name was called only and hour before. "You don't know that…" she repeated softly, trying to reassure her.

"I'm sorry Rory; I didn't mean to upset you." Logan said sincerely and he sat back down, defeated.

"Logan has a point though!" Tristan finally gave his two sense. "I'm not saying let's get up and wing it, but we could plan something when we are given clues on any opportunities we could take advantage of."

"Like a bathroom break?" Paris suggested. Tristan nodded with approval and soon everyone started chipping in. "Whoa! One at a time, we need to be careful that we don't look suspicious by looking like we're brainstorming!" The group went silent as Paris spoke and it was apparent that she had not lost her power as a leader.

"Logan and Tristan should study their movements so we have a clue about where they are in the gym." Rory said, hoping it didn't sound dim-witted.

"Good idea Rory!" Tristan and Logan nodded obviously liking their assignment.

"What about the air duct?" Rory asked, pointing to the vent above them.

"How? With all of them sitting there watching us? The window isn't that dirty Rory, sorry, but that idea won't work." Paris tried to sound sympathetic but failed as Rory put her head down in embarrassment. Paris felt a sting of pain for upsetting Rory but continued to order the group, "Tristan, you tell Logan what you see, and Logan, you write down what Tristan tells you. Make it perfect! Rory and I will look for things that we could use in the desk that could help us with the escape." Tristan walked over to the window and perched himself against the windowsill, ready to give Logan information but Logan didn't budge.

"Like what? Guns, knives? I'm going to be the first to admit that this escape plan is a real stretch!" Logan scoffed. Paris stood up, her shoulders rounding in tense motion, and her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned pearl white.

"How dare you! You can't be serious! We're making an attempt here, which happens to be your idea in the first place! There could be paperclips for picking locks in that desk. This is a gym teacher's office; you have no idea what we could find!" Paris fumed with anger, obviously edgy over their predicament.

"Whoa! I'm just saying that unless we can get into that air vent without them noticing then we have no chance. Then again we could just waltz right into the gym, expecting them to seize fire as we escape!" He breathed heavily now his eyes popping with exasperation.

"Paris, I think all Logan is trying to say is that we really need to think this through before we go on and perform a Mission Impossible four." Tristan had joined the rest in the middle of the room again and looked back out the window only to add another thing, "I mean we are completely visible to them!"

"Okay, Let's just all gang up on Paris!" Paris yelled and threw her hands into the air for emphasis.

"STOP IT! ALL OF YOU NEED TO STOP IT NOW!" Rory had suddenly stood up and her face was red with aggravation, "Look at you! We are on the same side, and yet we're wasting time bickering with each other over an ESCAPE PLAN! Do you understand those words? Escape Plan! No one here has any right to put down anyone else's ideas; no one here has ever been in a situation like this! So Paris, Logan, you two need to work together because neither of you are experts at escaping a hostage situation!" She had lost it. Tears were pouring out of her eyes but the didn't faze her.

Paris and Logan just stared until finally agreeing to try and compromise their ideas in joint resolution as they retreated to another corner in the room. Tristan's heart was sour after seeing Rory so upset and he took an uncomfortable step towards her.

He wanted to comfort her but he couldn't find the words to do so, therefore he resorted to holding her in his arms. Her cries had turned into sobs, then sniffles, and soon her breathing was close to normal again. "I am such a child." Rory retorted, "I'm the only one here who can't seem to keep her cool!" Tristan loosened his hold on her so he could look at her more clearly.

"That's not true. Logan and Paris are fighting and are frantically looking for something to do because they're loosing their cool. Me, I'm silent most of the time because I'm confused and I can't think straight. We all lose it in our own individual ways, Mary," Rory smiled at his nickname for her and continued to listen. "I mean look on the bright side, you seem to be thinking clearly!" She giggled at that and finally found herself able to close her eyes and rest in Tristan's warm arms…

- -

It was 2:30pm in the afternoon and Christopher Hayden was pacing, back and forth in Mitchum's conference room. Mr. Gellar, Eugene DuGrey, and Mitchum Huntznberger were seated at the table, watching the news on the television, their son's and daughter's pictures flashing on the screen. "They'll call Chris, we need to stay calm!" Gellar said with little confidence.

"We fucked up royally! Everything is over for us!" He yelled, ignoring Gellar. Mitchum slammed his fist on the wooden table, silencing everyone in the room. He simply glared at all of them as he pulled his phone from his pocket. It had apparently been ringing but the fighting drowned the sound of the ring tone.

"It's Hendrix!" He said in a whisper. The men quickly pulled their chairs closer to the table and sat at attention. Mitchum placed the phone on a phone dock and pressed 'speaker.'

"Good afternoon Hendrix, I see you've been busy since the last time we spoke." Mitchum had gone completely business in his tone of voice.

"What do you expect Mitchum? You know the consequences in this business and yet you still refused me the transportation." The man on the speaker named Hendrix sneered.

"Our children are not involved with our business Bo, you know that!" Mitchum said to the now completely identified criminal, Bo Hendrix.

"Well, I guess they are now! This school is not as much of a hell hole as most! Not to shabby actually, and the girls… well that Hayden-Girl in the school-girl uniform, damn, what a turn-on!" His laugh was evil and sickening leading Chris unable to hold his tongue any longer.

"If you dare touch her-"

"I don't think you're in the position to be making threats now Chris, do you?"

"Just state your terms Hendrix!" Mitchum said impatiently.

"They're simple, the transportation and another five mil., and if you do this then I won't kill your children! One more thing, because I'm such a nice guy, I will keep your names out of it too, that is, if you comply with my demands." Hendrix was obviously enjoying his spot in the situation and he frosted it greatly.

"We can't! The risk and the time! You'd be caught for sure!" Gellar shouted.

"Oh no, no, no… You better figure it out. If not, I'm going to kill one of your kids every half hour starting at 3:15pm! I'll call at 3:05pm to touch base and if nothing has started then one of you will be burying their child!" He hung up the phone, leaving the four men silenced in fear.

"Damn it! What do we do now?" Chris asked dumbfounded.

"Silence! Pull yourselves together! We are men of high stature, and we do not falter when faced with a problem! Gellar, you and DuGrey deal with the land transportation. I will call the agency, telling them that the borders need to be secured with our inside men!" Mitchum was out of breath but his power could not be cut short.

"I've got the water transportation!" Chris said as Mitchum pulled his phone from the dock, ready to commence his assignment. Gellar and DuGrey headed out of the conference room to make their calls as Chris followed close behind on his own mission.

"I should have stuck with journalism…" Mitchum mumbled under his breath as he called his agency…

- -

Quick Notes: I AM SO SORRY! I said I'd have an updated chapter before Monday but I got caught up in school work that I seemed to have forgotten to do. Anyways this is half of what I said I would have for the fourth chapter but I decided it would have been to long. I hope you like it! I wanted to make this a LONG story for multiple reasons, so don't expect it to end anytime soon… but that doesn't mean I'm going to drag out the school hostage situation so don't worry!

Coming Up: Next time on "Secrets that Kill…"Rory and the group find out about Hendrix and their parents. Will they escape? Will one of the gunmen be someone that we know?

READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! I'D LIKE TO HIT A HIGHER NUMBER! HAHAHA! THEY HELP A LOT! WHO DO YOU THINK THE GUNMEN THAT THEY KNOW WILL BE?