Ella's ears rang for a minute before she could grasp what happened and the gun fell from her hands. Fortunately, it didn't go off again. The gun landed in a pool of blood streaming from the forehead of the stranger that she had just confronted. He was now flat on his stomach.

Ella found herself slowly backing away, trying to keep her shoes from touching the blood.

"Ella!"

"Aunt Liv!"

Running past the dead body on the floor, Ella ran to the room and saw her Aunt Liv was still in one piece on the table. But she was much more paler now than she ever was.

Olivia gave a weak smile. "Oh Ella. You're alive! But the gun…"

"I…"

She didn't need to say anymore. Olivia got the whole picture. "Oh…"

"Aunt Liv." Ella held Olivia's hand. "You're cold."

"It's the…" Her voice was getting groggy as she realized that her blood was still being drawn out with no new blood going in. Ella didn't know how to stop it. "Plug," she said. "Pull the plug."

Ella got down to the floor and just unplugged everything. The humming finally stop but she started getting worried that she might have hurt her aunt in another way.

"You okay, Aunt Liv?"

Olivia weakly replied, "I'll be okay now. Ella, I need you to look for a phone."

Ella looked around and grabbed the portable phone sitting on a counter and handed it to her Aunt Liv. Olivia was starting to fade but quickly she dialed the number she needed and handed the phone back to Ella.

"Hello?"

Ella wasn't paying attention to the voice on the receiver. She was too busy noticing her aunt was now lying almost motionless with her eyes closed. "Aunt Liv? Aunt Liv, wake up!"

"Aunt Liv? Oh my god, Olivia? Olivia, are you there?"

But then she recognized the voice on the phone. "Peter?"

"Ella, is that you? Where are you?"

"I don't know."

Immediately, Peter hurried back to Broyles. "I have them. Ella's on the phone."

"Keep her on so we can trace the call."

Peter nodded while Broyles hurried to get the call traced. "Ella, stay on the phone with me, okay? Is your aunt there?"

Ella was staring at Olivia. "She's not moving."

"Where is she? What is she doing?"

Ella felt unsure whether or not she could describe what she was seeing to Peter. She knew that Peter was a very good friend this would upset. "I think she's sick."

"It's gonna be okay," said Peter. "Do you know where you are?"

"It's a house," said Ella. "…on an island."

She reached over to give Olivia a nudge. "Please wake up, Aunt Liv." After a long silence her aunt was slowly moving again but now was gasping and shaking.

It was enough to make Ella cry.

"Can you come get us, Peter?"

Peter looked over at Broyles who motioned his hand. They finally got their location.

"It's okay, Ella. We're coming now. Stay with her."

Ella didn't focus on counting the hours till help would arrive. She just crawled onto the table and laid down by her Aunt Olivia's side. Olivia was still cold but as long as Ella could feel her breathing, she would be okay…She had to be okay.

Hours later, the first copters arrived onto the island and the FBI arrived at the house, the body a man was lying there in the hallway to greet them.

"This could be our guy," said Broyles.

Peter passed by his father, Broyles, and the dead body and hurried down the hall were he finally found the girls.

"Ella."

"Peter!"

He gave Ella a great big hug. "I knew you would come," said Ella. But Peter's attention went straight to the ailing Olivia on the table.

"They're in here!"

Quickly the room began to fill up and Walter hurried over to inspect Olivia. "It's just blood loss."

Peter saw the IV and the bag of blood. "We better do this here. She won't make it to a hospital." With Walter's help, the hooked the machine back up so more blood was going back into Olivia's body.

"Is she gonna be okay?" asked Ella.

"She will be," said Peter.

"Bishop, outside."

Peter stepped back into the hallway where the man found on the floor was now being zipped up in a body bag.

"The gun is Dunham's but if she was on the bed…"

"You think Ella did it? She's just a kid."

An agent came up to Broyles. "Sweep's completed, sir. No other civilians on the island."

"Thank you."

Peter stood there in disbelief. "He could've killed himself."

"Judging by where the bullet hit and the range, it's unlikely."

Amidst all of the commotion of cops going through all the rooms, Peter returned to Ella and Olivia. Walter was called out of the room to possibly identify the body leaving Peter and Ella alone in the room.

"Ella?"

She looked at Peter nervously. "I didn't mean to shoot him. It was an accident."

"Don't worry about that right now," said Peter. "We should worry about getting Aunt Liv outta here, okay?"

"Is he dead?"

Peter managed to avert the question as paramedics stepped into the room ready to take Olivia away. Peter took Ella by the hand and the joined Olivia in the medical copter as they went off the island to the nearest hospital.

Back on the ground Walter looked over at the body.

"My team just found a double floor basement with a cell," said Broyles. "I can only assume Olivia and Ella were held there."

"It's just as I feared," said Walter. "The dead man Reginald Thorton. He was one of my original assistants in the Cortexiphan trials but after a year he claimed to have fallen ill. I was foolish to believe him but Belly was not fooled. They had an argument. Regin wanted to market Cortexiphan as a marketable drug. That was why he killed those children and collected their organs then."

Walter then joined Broyles as they continued to look for more stuff to possibly take back to the lab.

Sorry for the long delay...life...writer's block all of that. Rest of the story will deal with Peter-Ella-Liv hurt/comfort stuff as soon as I can come up with it. Next chap should deal with the consequences of what happened to Ella. Oh my...