I loved the first two episodes of season 4! This is my take on the ending of episode 2. Warning mention of suicidal thoughts. Possibly a 2-par story.

"What? What's wrong?" Stef said as she and Lena reached the top of the stairs. Mat had run into the kitchen only moments before and told them that Callie needed them right away.

The look on Callie's face told the moms that whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"He's in there! Nick is in there with Mariana!" Callie whispered as she pointed to her and her sister's room with a shaky finger.

Stef's face fell. She immediately began to push Callie and Lena into the closest room, which happened to be Jude's, and told them to keep quiet. Stef took a deep breath and stepped quietly into the bathroom. She peaked into her daughters' room through the reflection in the bathroom mirror and her heart stopped when her eyes set on her daughter.

She was laying on her back on the bed, Nick's one hand gripping her shirt and his other holding the gun, which was pointed at her head. She swallowed the lump that began to form in the back of her throat and tiptoed back out of the bathroom.

"Lena!" She whispered as she softly knocked on Jude's door.

Seconds later, the door opened a crack and Lena put her face to the opening.

"Call Mike. Nick has the gun and Mariana. Tell them I need SWAT now. And tell Mike I need a gun" She whispered. Although she knew that Mike was close by, and SWAT was ready for a call, she began to wonder if they would get there in time.

Lena nodded at the request and gave her wife a look of pure love and strength as she gently shut the door again.

Stef exhaled and turned to once again head into the bathroom to figure out how to best help her daughter. She closed her eyes at the sounds of her daughter's whimpers and Nick's heavy breathing.

"Please, Nick. I promise nothing is happening with us. If you just give me a minute to exp..." Stef could hear her daughter cry out when suddenly Nick yanked her hair back and held it tighter.

"Just shut. Up. You. Bitch." Nick snarled.

It took all of Stef's strength to not run into the room and punch this kid in the face.

Come on, Mariana. Stef thought to herself as she inched closer to the bedroom. Keep talking to him. You've got this.

Mariana swallowed thickly as Nick released his tight grip on her hair for a moment. "Please" she had resorted to begging, seeing as nothing else seemed to be working.

"Why should I even give you any sort of chance? You cheated on me! After I asked you if anything was going on! You lied to me!"

"Nick, please. That's what I've been trying to tell you. Yes I loved Mat, but I don't anymore. I love you." The teen tried to reason with the boy.

"Stef." A soft whisper came from the other side of the bathroom. Mike stood holding his gun out to his ex wife. He knew she would want to be the one to get her daughter out safely. "SWAT is here." He added as she inched closer.

The blonde cop reached out and grabbed ahold of the gun, nodding her head as a thank you before turning back towards the bedroom door, this time with the gun pointed out in front of her.

"You little whore." Was the last thing Stef heard from the boy as she entered the room, gun first.

"Nick." She called out as she slowly followed her gun.

At the sound of Stef's voice, Nick jumped up, dragging Mariana by her ponytail until she was flush against his body, the gun still pointed at her head. "Don't come any closer!" Nick shouted, tears in his eyes. He knew he had been caught, and deep down he knew he didn't want to hurt Mariana, but everything was beginning to get to be too much and he was freaking out.

As Stef finally emerged fully into the room, she had to stifle a gasp as she saw her daughter with a gun to her head, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The cop slowly continued towards her daughter, trying to remain calm, for Mariana's sake. "Come on, Nick. It's over now. Put the gun down."

"I said don't come closer!" Nick yelled, pulling Mariana further back into him, the girl wincing at the movement.

Stef, realizing this was going to take some talking raised her hands up in the air as to show Nick that she was no longer pointing her gun at him. "Ok. How about we both put our guns down. Hmm? See I'm putting mine down. Can you put yours down so we can talk?" She asked carefully as she lowered her weapon.

Nick ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think about what he should do.

"Please, Nick. You're hurting me." Mariana's small voice came suddenly. "Just put down your gun so they don't think you're going to hurt me." She pleaded as she glanced from Nick to her mother, trying desperately to loosen his grip on her so she could run to the safety of her mother.

"No! NO NO! It doesn't matter now! I brought a gun to school! I can't! This is all not how it was supposed to happen!" Nick began pacing, though still holding onto Mariana's hair. "I can't get out of this! I'll go to jail! I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL!" He yelled as he dragged Mariana around with him.

"Come on, Nick" Stef said gently. "Just first put the gun down so we can talk about everything. Look at Mariana. You're hurting her." Stef tried to get Nick to see he was hurting Mariana and therefore get him to drop his weapon. She didn't think he would actually hurt her and maybe him seeing how he is hurting her would make him understand that he needed to put down his gun.

Nick looked down at the Latina and shook his head. "NO! I'm not going to jail. I can't." He suddenly spun Mariana so he was in between her and Stef. He threw her towards the wall and stared at her, gun pointed at his own head.

"Nick!" Mariana screamed. "No! Please don't!"

"I'm not going to jail, Mariana! It's too late for me. I don't care!"

Stef acted quickly, nodding to the SWAT team that had been waiting for her signal, she quickly got behind Nick, grabbed ahold of his hand and gun and pulled so the gun was facing away from all of the people in the room. She quickly gained a grip on the weapon and pulled it away from the boy.

Realizing he was going to be handcuffed, Nick fell to the floor, sobbing, his head hanging in shame.

"Mariana?" Stef called out as the blonde waited for two members of SWAT to handcuff Nick and pull him up to walk him outside. "Mariana, love" She called again, this time looking up and seeing her daughter pulled into a tiny ball up against the wall, her head buried in her arms.

"We got him, Foster." One of the men said as they starting walking Nick towards the door, hands behind his back.

The blonde gave a quick nod in thanks before rushing over towards her youngest daughter. "Sweetheart. You're ok. It's all over, my love." Stef said gently as she slowly crouched to get at her daughter's level.

At this point, Mariana had been able to block out all of her surroundings as she made herself as small as possible and covered her eyes and ears.

"Mari, baby." Stef whispered as she gently pulled the girl's arms away from her knees.

Jumping at the contact, Mariana began flailing her arms, but Stef caught them and quickly brought them towards her own body, pulling her daughter in close in the process. "Hey, hey love it's ok. It's mom. You're safe now." Stef said as she sighed in relief when Mariana realized who was holding her and relaxed further into her embrace.

"Shhhh, you're ok." Stef whispered into her daughter's ear as the girl tightened her grip on her mother and her tears began to flow heavier.

The mother slowly sat down and pulled her daughter into her arms, rocking her slightly as she sobbed. Stef knew at that moment, Mariana just needed to be held, and that was just what she was going to do.

"I've got you, my love. You're ok." Stef cooed while continuing to rock the girl.

"Mariana!" Lena's voice suddenly burst through the bedroom door.

Mike had made sure that Nick was out of the house before running to find Lena and the other kids. Once she opened the door and it was confirmed that Nick was gone, Lena ran into her daughters' room. She needed to see for herself that her baby was ok.

As she entered the room, her heart broke at the sight of her teenage daughter crying in her mother's arms. Stef looked up and motioned with her head for Lena to join them.

"Look whose here, Mari. It's Mama." She tried to get the girl to pull her head up to look, but the girl didn't want to move.

Lena dropped to her knees next to her wife and daughter and slowly wrapped her arms around both of them. She could feel her daughter's sobs and she ran her fingers through the long dark locks in any attempt to soothe her.

"You're ok. You're ok." Lena whispered over and over.

Both moms looked up at one another and had a silent conversation over their daughter's head.

There was a lot that they needed to figure out and discuss, but at that moment, they were content with holding their baby girl.