Last chapter...finally! So much for this being a one shot, and then a two parter! Thank you to BeanieSGirl, Hollie, Krissie and LittleBit100 for your reviews. Enjoy :D

Robbie tapped his foot impatiently. "Where are the others?" he demanded.

"I don't know, they should have been out here by now." Smithy replied, confused. Jonathan and Alfie should have been out in the yard with them, but they weren't.

"Maybe we should go find them." Robbie suggested, his gun pointed at Smithy.

Smithy eyed the gun, thinking that he had one chance to disarm Robbie, and he was going to take it now, "Hang on, is that the van, back already?" Smithy asked, pointing behind Robbie.

Robbie turned round, and that split second was all Smithy needed. He pushed Robbie's arm which held the gun to the side, and then forced Robbie to the floor. "Get the hell off me!" Robbie shouted.

"I don't think so. I've had that gun pointed at me for hours now, and frankly it was getting on my nerves. Now drop your gun." Smithy hissed, pushing Robbie's face to the side, gravel digging into Robbie's face. Robbie struggled against Smithy, but one of Smithy's knees was on his chest, and the other was holding down the arm with the gun.

Robbie managed to laugh, "Louisa and the others got away."

Smithy grinned, "Actually, the driver of that van was one of our armed officers. He's driving them to the helipad where they will be ambushed by more armed officers and will end up back in custody."

Robbie let out a roar of frustration, once again fighting at Smithy's hold over him, "You're lying to me, trying to get me to give up the gun. Well I'm not falling for it, and Alfie and Jonathan are still in there." Robbie said, clutching at straws.

"I have the strangest feeling that they've been dealt with, but I'll find out for sure after I've dropped you off in the cells." Smithy said, banging Robbie's hand against the gravel, forcing him to involuntarily release the gun. He flipped Robbie onto his back, pulling his handcuffs out from his belt, securing Robbie's hands tightly. "Robbie Hargreaves, I am arresting you for the hostage of four police officers and for carrying a firearms. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Understand me?" Smithy asked, hauling him off the gravel and pushing him back through the station the cells.

"They'll get me out, you hear me? Just like we got them out! You bastard! I'll set them on you, I will!" Robbie shouted as Smithy pushed him through the custody office and up to the cells.

"Right, so we can add threatening behaviour to your rap sheet as well." Smithy said pleasantly, shoving Robbie into the cells, not bothering to take the handcuffs on. "You may as well get comfy, cause you'll be here a while."

*

Smithy ran through the station, hoping that Beth and the others were ok. He had just ran past his office when he could hear noises coming from inside. He walked back, trying to look through the blinds which had been shut. He carefully opened the door, and spied someone lying on the floor, handcuffed to Callum's desk leg. He opened the door fully, taking a step into the room. With a jolt he recognised that it was one of the raiders who was handcuffed to the table, Alfie. Smithy moved closer, seeing the redness around Alfie's eyes.

"What happened here then?" he asked, making Alfie jump.

"Who's there?" Alfie asked, scared.

"Sergeant Smith. What happened to you?" Smithy asked, bending down.

"That crazy blond copper, we came in here for a first aid kit, then she sprayed something in my eyes and cuffed me to that table! I didn't do anything to her!" Alfie complained.

"Oh sorry, so you didn't hold her and our colleagues at gun point then?" Smithy said sarcastically.

"Yeah course, but I didn't shoot anyone, not like Robbie!" Alfie said.

"Robbie shot someone? Who?" Smithy asked, his heart rate pitching.

"I don't know, some fat old cop who was in reception. He was standing with a blonde female cop." Alfie said, scrunching his eyes together.

Smithy narrowed his eyes...Tony and Sally were in reception together. That must have been who he was talking about. Smithy straightened up, grabbing the bottle of water that was on his desk, "I'm gonna pour water over your eyes ok?" Smithy knew he shouldn't be so compassionate to the ass holes who held the whole station hostage, but Alfie would probably be happier to help him even more if his eyes weren't stinging so much. He unscrewed the lid, pouring the cold water over Alfie's sore red eyes.

"Cheers, you're not too bad for a cop." Alfie said, relishing the feel of the cold water on his eyes.

Smithy snorted, "Thanks. I'm gonna get you up and put you in a cell. Alfie Taylor, I am arresting you for the hostage of four police officers. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Understand?"

Alfie pushed himself to his feet once Smithy had taken one handcuff off so that he could take them off from around the table leg, "Yep."

*

Smithy was once again heading towards the female changing rooms, thinking that if Jess had managed to get Alfie handcuffed, then Jonathan might have been dealt with as well. He paused outside the door to the changing rooms, not knowing what he was going to see. He pushed the door open a fraction, and saw all the shiny red blood on the floor by one of the benches. He took a deep breath and opened the door, looking around. He saw Jonathan handcuffed to the bench, a belt tied above a gun shot wound to the leg, then he saw Jess and Nate sat on the bench, Jess with a thick bandage around her middle with blood staining her shirt. His gaze turned to the wall where there was a spatter of blood, and finally his eyes rested on all the blood and fluid on the floor next to where Beth was sat, Max with his arms around her and the small baby cradled in her arms. A grin split his face as he saw that none of his officers had been badly hurt.

"Smithy!" Jess said, jumping up, wincing, then pulling him into a tight hug. "God, we thought they had done something to you!"

"Nope, can't get rid of me that easily. Is everyone ok?" he asked his officers.

"Yeah we're all good sarge. Beth needs to get to the hospital though, so does Jess actually. And Jonathan too." Nate said, clapping Smithy on the back.

"What happened?" Smithy asked, once again surveying all the blood.

"Jess went to your office to get the first aid box, and she sprayed CS spray in Alfie's eyes, handcuffing him to the table. Then she got back here, and there was a stand off between her and Jonathan. Jonathan shot Jess in the side, and Jess shot him in the leg. Then Nate handcuffed him to the bench and Max arrived just in time for the birth of our daughter." Beth said, smiling at Smithy, and then at her daughter.

"You had a girl? Congratulations! Does she have a name?" Smithy asked, bending down to look at the baby.

"Isabelle." Max said with a proud smile.

"Hi Isabelle, welcome to the family." Smithy said with a smile, standing up and pulling out his radio. "Sierra Oscar 55 to Sierra Oscar 1, do you read me, over?"

*

In the canteen, Gina nearly dropped her radio in her hasted, "Smithy?" she managed to get out.

"Ma'am, we're all ok. Alfie and Robbie are in cells, Jonathan is handcuffed, and Nate, Jess and Beth are fine. DS Carter is here as well, over." Smithy replied. "How is everyone up there? I heard Tony was shot?"

Gina glanced at Tony, who was pale and clammy, "Yes he was, he took a bullet for Sally. Can we get the ambulances through yet? Is any of your lot injured?" Gina asked.

"Jonathan has been shot in the leg, Jess has been shot in the side, but she's fine, the bullet only skimmed her. And Beth, well Beth has just given birth to a health girl called Isabelle." Smithy said with a smile, looking at the new proud parents.

"Oh congratulations. I'll send the ambulances through now, and get more to come. What about the female and the others who were in the cells? Where are they?" Gina asked, signalling for Neil to call for more ambulances.

"They were picked up by a van driven by one of SO19. They've been taken to a helipad where more SO19 are gonna pick them up. So we're safe, they're all in police custody." Smithy said with a sigh of relief.

"Brilliant. We'll be down in a minute. Make sure that the first two ambulances get Tony and Beth first. Over." Gina said, clutching her radio and sitting down heavily in a seat.

"Gina?" the Super said gently.

"Yes sir?" Gina asked, looking up at him.

He smiled, "Well done today."

"Thank you sir."

*

Tony, Max, Beth and Isabelle were all in reception, waiting for the paramedics. Leon and Ben were waiting with Tony, wanting to make sure he got to the paramedics first. Max and Beth were quite happy to wait for the next ambulance, they were still entranced by their little girl. Jonathan was bought in by Jess and Nate, and placed on the floor away from the others.

"Oh my god." an unfamiliar voice said, and the cracking of glass made everyone look up. Two paramedics were making their way into reception, and Jess recognised the two that followed them.

"You need to take Tony first." Nate said, signalling them to Tony.

"Alright my love, I'm Dixie, this is Jeff. Can you tell my your name?" Dixie asked, kneeling down in front of Tony, careful of the glass.

"Tony Stamp." Tony whispered, not enough energy to do anything but whisper.

"Alright mate, let's pop this over your head and take a look at the wound." Jeff said, slipping the oxygen mask over Tony's head and pulling back the bandages that were wound round Tony's chest. "Dix, we need to get him in now."

Dixie looked at the wound, and pulled out a large gauze pad from the pack by her feet. She secured it with a fresh bandage and ran out the front of the station to get the trolley.

While Tony was treated by Dixie and Jeff, Luke and Josh came in and went to Beth and Max.

"Hi there, I'm Josh, and this is Luke. What happened?" Josh asked, crouching down in front of Beth and Max.

"My wife has just given birth." Max said simply.

Both Josh and Luke's eyes widened, "Right, did the delivery go ok? Have you delivered the placenta?" Luke asked.

"The delivery was ok, painful though." Beth said with a laugh, "No I haven't delivered the placenta yet, but I am getting contractions again."

"Right, we'll get you in the ambulance and to the hospital. Do you feel ok?" Josh asked, taking her pulse.

"I feel absolutely fine. I just want to get our baby checked over." Beth said.

"Ok then, if you pass the baby to Luke, we'll get her in the ambulance and hooked up to the monitors, and I'll get the wheelchair to get you into the ambulance as well. Back in a minute." Josh said with a smile, and Beth carefully passed the baby to Luke.

*

The first two ambulances had just screeched off with Beth and Tony in them when three more people ran into the reception.

"Where is she? Jess!" a male voice shouted.

Jess turned around and nearly started crying. Stood on the broken glass in reception was Callum, a frantic look on her face. "I'm here." she said quietly, knowing he would be able to hear her.

"Oh, come here." Callum said, pulling Jess to him, not letting her go. "Don't do that to me again!"

"Callum, move your arm a minute." Jess said with a laugh. Callum's arm was pushed against her wound, causing her pain.

Callum dropped his arms quickly, looking to Jess' side where the blood was starting to come through the bandages. "Please don't say that could have been avoided." Callum said sternly, looking straight into Jess' bright green eyes.

Jess looked at him, biting her lip, "Well you see, he had a gun, he wouldn't drop it, even though I told him three times. And then, well he shot me, but I moved just as he did it so it grazed my side rather than actually get me. And I shot him back anyway."

"You what?!" Callum nearly shouted.

"I'll tell you later. Just kiss me." Jess said, reaching up and wrapping her arms round his neck.

*

Out in the hallway, another husband and wife were reunited. Sally ran down the corridor, leaping into Nate's arms.

"I thought you were dead!" Sally cried into his neck.

Nate kissed every inch of Sally that he could reach, taking in her smell and her touch, "No, I'm too smart to be killed." Nate said jokingly.

"Nate, this isn't funny!" Sally said, looking into Nate's eyes.

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry. I heard that you nearly got shot?" Nate said, placing Sally gently on the floor.

Sally looked guilty, "Yeah, but Tony jumped in the way."

"Don't look guilty about it! It's not your fault Tony decided not to let you take a bullet is it?" Nate said, kissing Sally gently.

"I know. Can we go home now? I need to see Olly." Sally said, snuggling into Nate.

"I couldn't think of anything better. Let's go." Nate said, arm around Sally's shoulders, leading her through the station to where their car was.

*

Smithy pushed his way through all the officers in the canteen, looking for the small blonde detective. He found her sat on the windowsill, looking out to all the pandemonium going on outside the station.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he said softly, kissing her on the cheek. She jumped, but when she saw it was him she smiled.

"Are you ok?" she asked, touching his cheek.

"Course. How about you? How's the arm?" he asked, looking to the crude bandage around her arm.

"Oh, yeah fine. I'm gonna drive to the hospital in a minute, get it seen to." Stevie said, gently touching the bandage.

"You're in no state to drive anywhere Moss! I'll take you. Come on, we'll go now." Smithy said, helping Stevie up.

"Thanks Smithy." Stevie said gratefully, reaching up to kiss him.

*

Gina sat in her office, the blinds drawn, the lights off, her head in her hands. Next to her was a glass tumbler with amber liquid in it. Next to that was a big bottle of the whiskey which was in the tumbler. Today had been one of the worst days of her career. She had nearly lost several officers and parts of the station had been wrecked. Not to mention that her confidence in herself as the Inspector of the station had been severely shaken. She had hidden in the canteen instead of being with her officers, helping them. She felt like she hadn't done her job properly, but that wasn't the truth, because she had done exactly what was expected of her from the Superintendent. But that didn't feel like enough. She massaged her sore neck, and drunk deeply from the glass tumbler. Things would look better after a few of those, and that suited her fine.