A/N: So, I spent the last few hours writing this chapter even though my heart wasn't in it. I do think that this chapter is an okay chapter. I'm not really sure. Hope you like it anyway.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Barely Breathing

"No more screwing around Daniels. You turned yourself in and now you are going to tell us what you know!"

Xavier scoffs and shakes his head.

"Look, how do I know that you won't pin what's happening to that girl on me?"

Detective Andrews looks at his partner and then back at Daniels.

"If you know what is going on, you have to tell us right now. We couldn't pin anything on you because you would have been in interrogation this whole time, but not telling us something you know we can charge you for."

"The chick's crazy, even for me. She kept talking about losing her baby and some shit, but she was never pregnant. She rented this house and she bought a shit of drugs. She didn't tell me much. All she said was that she was going to take care of her family."

"Where is the house located?"

-What's Left of Me-

"How are you feeling Miss Davis?"

Brooke looks up at her doctor and nods her head.

"I'm okay. I still hurt, but I'm more worried about my fiancé then anything."

"I just want to check your stitches and you can lean on me. I don't mind."

"I can't say, but I just have this feeling he is doing something incredible stupid right now. Our daughter was kidnapped and I'm stuck here and I just want to help him."

"I didn't know you had kids."

Brooke smiles kindly at her doctor.

"I don't. Samantha is his, but Julian and I are getting married and she's my step daughter."

"I've been there," Brooke looks at her doctor confused. "I married my wife who had three kids from a previous marriage. My relationship with the kids was rocky at first, but we're a family now."

"Do you have any of your own kids with her?"

The doctor grins as he writes something on his clipboard.

"They are my kids, but I have a feeling you mean biologically and yes, two actually, but in total I have five kids. Being a step dad or a step mom doesn't matter. It's just a term. It matters who you live up to that term."

-What's Left of Me-

"I just wanna go home," Sam cries out.

"No can do," Melissa states as she paces the basement floor.

Sam groans. Melissa was lucid which meant she was screwed. Sam couldn't take anything anymore. The drugs took a lot out of her. She hadn't had any in awhile and she knew there were starts of withdrawal coming on. The way that Melissa was looking at her, Sam knew that Melissa knew as well.

"What's the matter Sam? Do you need some more?" Melissa asks as she waves the vial of drugs in front of Sam's face.

Sam's lip quivered as she followed the movements. Melissa was such a bitch.

"It's time Sam," Melissa states as she fills a huge needle with more than one vial of drugs. "It's time to fix this world."

Sam tries to wiggle away from Melissa's approaching form, but considering that she was still strapped to a chair, she wasn't going anywhere. She caused the chair to tip over and she feel from to the ground still strapped to the chair.

"You just make it harder on yourself sweetheart."

Sam lets the tears fall down her face.

"I'll make sure your daddy doesn't forget you."

Sam cries louder as Melissa injects the needle into Sam's skin.

"I hate you."

Melissa pulls the needle away when it's empty.

"I hate you, too."

-What's Left of Me-

The doctors in the hospital were in a hurry. There were a number of victims coming in at the same time. Gurneys were ready. Doctors were getting ready. Nurses were on standby and operating rooms were getting set up. Doctor Lopez had just got done seeing Brooke when his pager was beeped. He was going to be needed.

"What do we have?"

"Samantha Baker, approximately sixteen years of age. Suffering from a drug overdose and a GSW to the leg. Pulse was weak, but it's still there. Barely."

"Get her to OR one. We can handle both. Be sensitive guys. She's a victim of kidnapping."

Doctor Lopez stayed to wait for the next to victims coming in. Doctor Lopez sees the EMT's walking in slowly with a gurney.

"What's the holdup, guys?"

"No pulse Doc. Went into cardiac arrest on the way here and we've been trying for over ten minutes. There was nothing. We just need you to call it."

"Who is it?" Lopez asks as he checks over the deceased to make sure they are actually dead.

"Melissa Harris, approximately 34 years old. GSW to the chest."

Doctor Lopez calls time of death before Melissa gets sent to the morgue.

"Detective Andrews, approximately 40 years old. GSW to the shoulder and he's responsive."

"I am 40 years old man. God this hurts like a bitch."

"Send him to OR 2 and prep for surgery. You're in good hands Detective."

Doctor Lopez sighs as Detective Andrews gets rolled away. He turns back to the doors when Julian walks through it. He had blood all over his clothes.

"Mr. Baker, are you alright? Are you injured?" Lopez asks as he looks over Julian.

"It's not my blood. It's not my blood." Julian says in a state of shock.

It had happened so fast. It just happened all so fast. He just couldn't believe it.

A/N: I have no plans to include what actually happened, but if someone wants to take a crack at it and write it feel free. Just let me know if you want to. You'll have about two weeks to write it because that's when my next update is for this story. If not just let your imagination run free.