Taylor fiddled with the bottle of pills in her hand.

"Do I really want to do this?" She asked herself

Then she looked towards the trash can with the crumpled up newspaper. Tears were still falling trickling down her face. Her phone started ringing again.

"Won't he just give up?" She asked herself in anger as she grabbed the phone.

"Hello!" She snapped

Walsh's reaction was shocked.

"Are you okay Alex?" He asked

"I'm not okay! I'll never be okay!" She yelled at the phone

"Whoa, calm down." Walsh said. "I want to talk to you."

He could hear rattling in the background.

"Goodbye Billy." Taylor replied sharply and shut the phone.

Walsh looked at his own phone for a minute.

"Something wrong?" Shane asked

"I don't know." Walsh replied.

Walsh immediately went to Lieutenant Johnson's office.

"Lieu, I need a couple hours." Walsh said

"Everything okay?" Lt. Johnson asked

"I'm not sure." Walsh looked at the paper lying on the lieutenant's desk. "I think that Taylor might be in trouble."

"Trouble? Like she's hurt trouble?" Lt. Johnson asked

"No, I think she might be thinking about trying to kill herself." Walsh said

Lt. Johnson looked at him.

"Taylor? Are you SURE?" He asked

"She wouldn't answer her phone ever since she got the newspaper, and just now she snapped at me on the phone. And I think…" Walsh paused and started to turn white.

Lt. Johnson looked at him.

"I heard pills!" Walsh said as he started out of the office.

"Go! Fast." Lt. Johnson said

Taylor pulled the newspaper from the trash can. She straightened it out a little and stared at the picture of the man suspected of starting the fire.

"I HATE YOU!" She screamed at the picture. "I HATE YOU!"

Then she threw the paper to the floor and started to hit the counter, table, and anything else she could reach with her fist. In doing so, she knocked the open pill bottle over and the pills fell all over the floor.

"Damn it!" She cried out as she tried to lean over and grab some of the little white pills off of the floor.

Her chair bumped the table and it table slid away from her slightly and a candle that had been burning fell over, igniting a small fire on the papers still laying on the table. The jar candle fell to the floor and the glass shattered, getting her attention.

"Oh no!" She cried out as she looked at the fire that was now starting to spread.

She reached for her phone, but it was too far away. Being a firefighter, she knew that it was best to just get out of the house and so she started to wheel herself away as fast as she could but her chair caught on the corner of a cabinet and flipped.

Taylor landed with a thud on the floor, her chair on top of her legs. She began to panic and tried to push the chair away before the fire spread any further. The smoke alarms started to sound in the house.

"Damn it!" She cried out as she continued to struggle with the chair.

Walsh raced towards Taylor's house, not even thinking about what to say. He felt like he was going 100 miles an hour, at least his heart was. Soon he turned onto her street.

"Is that smoke?" He asked himself as he could smell it in the air.

He drove a little further down the block and saw a few kids run out into the street. He swerved to avoid them, running his Jeep up over the curb and into a tree.

"Shit!" He said as he turned off the ignition. He could see in his mirror that he had a cut on his forehead.

He got out of the car to go by foot to Taylor's house when he heard the kids yell.

"FIRE!"

Walsh turned quickly. "Oh no!" He yelled

He grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"This is firefighter Walsh from the 5-5. I got a house fire at 1151 Furman St. Brooklyn Heights. Possible entrapment."

He closed his phone and ran towards the house.

"Alex!" He yelled as he got closer.

He made his way up onto the porch and could see the flames in the kitchen.

"Billy!" Taylor yelled

"Hang on, I'm coming!" Walsh yelled

TBC…