Showdown

Everyone watched in horror as Emily fell back from the bullet having hit her in the stomach. Tears rolled in her eyes as her mother got down beside her trying to stop the blood seeping through her dress with her hands. She couldn't believe Aaron had actually shot her. This wasn't the man she remembered.

Something seriously wrong must have happened. He hadn't lost Jack, had he? That would really have flipped him. Losing Jack would kill him. She'd also noticed the empty look in his eyes as he talked to her and shot the gun. Was someone manipulating him? He didn't even recognise her. Something must have gone horribly wrong.

She tried to keep her eyes open as the pain overcame her. She couldn't even lift her head to see where she'd been shot. All she could feel was the pain in her heart and stomach and her mother's hands desperately trying to stop the blood.

"You can't die on me, Emily. I need you. I know I may have seemed cold and distant but I love you. You're strong, Emily, you can fight. You were so brave to try and stop him. I'm proud of you," she said trying to keep the tears out of her voice.

Emily looked up at her mother in wonder and tenderness. She'd never seen this side of her. In this moment she seemed so human. She would fight. She couldn't let Aaron go down for this and she couldn't let her mother lose a daughter. She especially couldn't let Stella and Oliver lose their mum. They were too young for this. Her mother's last four words rang out loud and clear. She'd never heard her mother say she was proud of her before.

Just then the team arrived. They couldn't believe the scene in front of them. Aaron was standing in front of all these people he'd sworn to protect waving his gun and an unfortunate victim was lying before his bleeding while another woman was attempting to prevent the blood. They took a double take and saw the victim was Emily and the person to save her was her mother.

They couldn't believe he was doing this. They couldn't believe he'd just shot Emily and seemed unaffected by it. He couldn't know what he was doing or done. He just stood there like a blank canvas awaiting orders that would never come. They'd just arrested the perpetrator of all these crimes, Jason Novax.

Rossi stood in front of them pointing his gun at Aaron. He really didn't want to use it against his best friend but he would if he had to. He'd only use it as a last resort though. He wasn't sure how far under Jason's mind control he was.

"Aaron, you really don't want to be doing this. This isn't you," he said calmly.

"I've had enough of people telling me what I want to do and this isn't me. You don't know me. You don't know what I want," he yelled.

"On the contrary, Aaron, I'm your best friend. There's no-one apart from me who knows you better apart from maybe your son."

"You're just trying to stop me. My orders are going to come any minute and I'll blow off all your heads."

"Aaron, your orders are never going to come. Jason's in custody. He won't be sending you any orders."

"I must see his mission through to completion," he shouted putting his finger on the trigger. He grabbed the woman next to him and put his gun to her head. "I'll shoot her if I don't get my orders."

"Aaron, I've already told you your orders aren't going to arrive. You're an FBI agent. You don't want to do this."

"I don't believe you," he shouted putting his finger on the trigger.

As Rossi saw this he pressed his finger on his trigger and the shot rang out. Everyone gasped as Aaron fell to the floor and the floor and the gun flew out of his hand letting out another bullet.