Author's Note: One more chapter after this! Check out my new oneshot, everyone! It's called What I Want.

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Chapter Twelve- The Truth
In a split second, Derek and Michael were wrestling for the gun.

They were rolling on the floor; Moustache and Bald-ie standing there, unsure of what to do.

Then a bullet shot out, and everyone stared at who and where it would hit.

Casey and Emma screamed, hearing the bang, then seeing the bullet go through a couch.

Derek took his chance and swiped the gun out of Michael's hand.

"Shit," Michael muttered, picking himself off the ground.

Derek was already at Moustache, kneeing him in the crotch, and Moustache fell to the ground, whimpering in pain.

Derek picked up Moustache's gun.

Then he threw Michael's gun up in the air, and using Moustache's gun, shot it.

Smoke filled the room, taking its time to fade away.

Derek saw Bald-ie come towards him, and Derek threw Moustache's gun at his head.

The gun hit in right in the face, and he fell to the ground.

Michael grabbed Moustache's gun, since Bald-ie's gun was in his back pocket, and Bald-ie had fallen with his back against the floor.

Derek pulled his gun out from the flap in his jacket.

"Ah, the father finally reveals that he has his own gun," Michael said, coming towards him, gun raised.

The two began to circle around in a perfect circle, directly in front of each other.

"So tell me how you found me," Michael said.

"You kidnapped Emma, I was given the case to solve," Derek simply said.

"Tell me more."

"You wore gloves when you climbed up to Emma's window. Emma put up a fight, and you had to take off your gloves in order to keep her from escaping. In order to reach your gloves after she gave up, you accidentally touched the window's edge."

"Pretty good," Michael nodded.

"You put your cousin's fingerprint on your gloves, so whichever place you touched, it would go towards your cousin. But then one of your gloves slipped right by the gate, and you didn't realize, and you touched two spots outside. You realized that one glove was gone. And you went back.

"You searched all around the house, assuming that Casey had picked it up and thrown it somewhere, but it wasn't there; I had found it the day before. But to throw us off, you left a note. So we wouldn't link the glove back to you. We'd think that you had purposely done that."

"You know, you're really good. Continue."

"You hadn't planned to kill Emma. But you had to write something on the note to freak Casey out."

"She broke up with me. Of course I would get revenge. You're right. I hadn't planned to kill the girl, I was just gonna take her, and return her a week later; just to scare Casey."

"But there was one thing you did wrong, actually a few things. You took your cousin's fingerprint, and told him why."

"What else did I do wrong?" Michael asked.

"You told him where you really lived. You didn't have to. He's in jail, he'll never visit you. But you did."

"His mom asked, and I couldn't just say no. She's my aunt."

"You had a feeling that we would show up, so you brought friends over. Knowing that if we did come, you would have to kill us all, because we know much," Derek said.

"Quite right," Michael said with a smile.

Then he heard the sirens, and Michael started to freak.

He pulled the trigger, and aimed at the girl that Casey was holding on to.

The two girls screamed.

But no blood came.

Michael turned his head back to look at Derek, "Hey, what's she wear---"

But Derek's fist connected with Michael's face, breaking his nose.

Derek quickly pulled Michael's hands behind his back.

"Looks like you aren't caught up, with what the Police Department has. A smaller versions of bullet-proof vests," Derek said, handcuffing Michael's hands together.

And as the police came inside the house, they dealt with Michael and his friends; while Derek headed over to Casey and Emma, after pulling the safety button on his gun, and shoving it back into his jacket.

"Casey, you okay?" Derek said, taking Emma out of Casey's shaking hands.

Casey shakily sat on the floor, "Oh my god. Thank god I put that cloth in her shirt."

Derek lifted Emma's torn pyjamas, and pulled out the thick cloth that held the bullet.

"Mummy says you're my daddy. Are you my daddy?" Emma asked shyly.

"Yes, your mummy's right. I am your daddy," Derek said, touching Emma's nose with his index finger, "And you're moving into my house, baby girl."

"Is it big?"

"Yes it is, very big," Derek said, ruffling Emma's messy hair.

"Who said we're moving in?" Casey said, who finally wasn't shaking, stood up.

"Uh, because your house looks like a disaster?" Derek said, speaking the obvious.