Terry took the key out of the ignition. Somehow, he, Amy, and Holt had managed to get there faster than Rosa and Charles. Probably because of wonky New York traffic. Inside they could see the men all around the fire.

"Do you see Jake?" Amy sat in the back seat, but she already had her seat-belt off and was leaning as far forward as she could.

"No, just seven guys," Terry spoke as he looked around.

"I may see something." Holt spoke up from the passenger seat, "a truck full of flowers." He paused, "wild flowers."

Both Amy and Terry turned to look at him, frowning slightly in confusion.

"If I remember correctly, the flower shop specialized in wild flowers," Another pause for dramatic effect, "and most of the flowers were stolen the day of the murder."

The three watched as the men began moving, most out of sight, but one put out the fire, which Holt noted was illegal to have in the warehouse, and the other locked up the truck. "That's probable cause."

Rosa and Boyle arrived and Amy was quick to get out of the car. Holt and Terry followed.

They closed the doors quietly, and began moving towards the man locking up the truck.

"Excuse me, are those flowers yours?" Rosa asked in a sickly-sweet voice, with one hand on her firearm, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. The man spins around, but looks more panicked then shocked,

Terry comes forward, standing slightly in front of Amy, and letting her focus shift to the rest of the huge area, "NYPD, you're under arrest for consp…" his words fade out, she's too busy noticing the open door across the warehouse, still banging against the wall from the force it was opened with.

She yells words she can't remember to the others, and bolts off towards the door, noting by their footsteps that at least two of them are following her. The sun had gone down by now, leaving only a sliver of light on the horizon, and the light pollution from the city.

She's through the door in an instant, weapon raised and searching for those other guys, and searching for Jake. She can hear Boyle and Diaz follow her out, she assumes they have their weapons out as well, as she sees them.

They're rushing towards an old truck, one of those ones that people living outside cities have, the ones that pull those trailers that people camp in, its old and rusty and may at one point have been red, and they were forcing Jake, her Jake, towards it.

She takes the safety off her gun.

"NYPD freeze!" it takes a moment for her to realize it's not her own voice yelling that, it's Rosa's, and the woman is almost as angry as she is. When the men keep on going, Boyle is the one to fire a warning shot. It hits the car, and the window shatters.

That does make them stop running.

There's four of them, five counting Jake. He looks so tired, his hair's greasy, his clothes a rumpled mess, his eyes struggling to focus through his exhaustion and what's probably a massive headache. Amy's heart nearly stops when she sees him.

All the emotions she's been pushing down, the fear, panic, anxiety, multiple panic attacks, the terror, she was listing off very similar emotions, she had felt their presence, but ignored their implications, and now it all hit her. She met Jake's eyes.

His whole self seemed to radiate exhaustion, but he held her gaze steady, even as one of the four men's weapons found itself pointed at his head. He knew what Amy knew. That Amy was in the perfect position. She could shoot the guy dead.

Boyle was taking up the duty of hostage negotiations, but it wasn't going well- the whole point was to return the person to a calm state of normal being, but these people, what they were trying to do, it was their normal, they were on a mission. There was only one way this could end.

Amy lines up her shot.

Boyle keeps trying, but the men are getting more agitated, now their main concern, get the hostage, get Jake, out of the line of fire. Jake keeps Amy's gaze. He nods slightly. They're in total sync. Take the shot Amy.

She does.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I was going to upload this a few days ago, but while I was editing the document, the whole page froze. Then my super-blocker said it was blocking hundreds of "adds" then "thousands" then it stopped counting the first and tens places. this website doesn't put adds on private profile pages. so I forced the page to shut down. I thought it wise to stay off of this website for a bit after that. especially since adblocker was going insane but ghostery was scarily silent... But here's the new chapter, I hope you all like it!