Here you go. Sorry about the wait as I have had many things to do and I have been on holiday. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW cos I love seeing what you think of my stories and any feedback you may have. Also, Ideas of funny scenes are needed for the next chapter, so please suggest! Thankyou for reading and enjoy x x

The outside of Jac's wrists had turned slightly purple from the sheer pressure of Belinda's toughened grasp. She flinched as the knife's tip pressed lightly onto the arch of her back, pushing her forward towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Jac exclaimed, struggling against her captor's steel-like clasp.

"Pete can't go to jail, and if I let you go, you will go to the police. I can't have that can I?" Belinda replied, aggressively propelling Jac in front of her. Her hands strapped behind her back, Jac could do nothing as she was hurled out of the kitchen.

Joseph Byrne had entered Keller with one sole intention: To get Jac back to ITU. He had enlisted the help of Sacha and Oliver, who now walked steadily beside him. Abruptly, Jac burst out of the nearest door, blood trickling down her chin, her eyes pleading and frantic. The entire world seemed to have zoned out. She was horrified. Instinctively leaping forward, Joseph tried to seize Jac's flailing hand, but Belinda was too quick, and she put the knife to Jac's bare throat.

"Come any closer, and I'll kill her, don't underestimate me, I will do it!" She shouted, so that her echoing voice reverberated around the room - making everyone turn there heads, doctors and patients alike, to the scene that was now developing. Jac shook violently, her dishevelled being lifeless and petrified, her mouth open but unable to talk. Oliver dared a step forward, his eyes darting from Jac's terrified face to the one of her captors. Jac let a small whimper pass her lips as Belinda dug the knife deeper into her neck, a result of Ollie's foolishness.

"NOBODY MOVE!" Belinda yelled, eying the weary men.

"We won't, we won't. What do you want? We will grant you anything, just let Jac go." Joseph said, holding his body as still as a corpse, his hysteria and dread apparent in all his feeling.

"What do I want? What do I want? Well thank you for finally asking, you people only care about yourself, and only that emotion is only outweighed by your massive egos."
"Look, Mrs Bulk, we can sort everything all out, just let Ms Naylor go." Oliver pitched in.

"What! This whore? Does anyone really care about her?" Belinda sniggered, surveying the helpless staff in front of her, noticing there sheepish looks of an answer. "See, who care if she dies, I mean, she deserves it doesn't she? She was asking for it!" At that moment, Sahira ran onto the ward; stop short at the scene before her, and her face turned into an expression of clear horror. Freezing for a second, Sahira's keen mind formulated a plan. Belinda took one look at the newcomer with aggressive eyes. "YOU! Do not come any nearer!" The astonished woman nodded, her heart beating a drum in her chest. She walked behind the desk, her hand, which was unseen, placed firmly on the ward phone, slowly lifting it from its holder.

"Jackie was asking for it! What my husband did to her all those years ago was right! An act of self indulgence! And I helped him. I knew that our little foster child was an object of his desire, and I helped him get what he wanted. She was probably used to it, with her late father's profession no secret to the police. You can all speculate what he was, or I could tell you, but why waste my time when dear Jacqueline Naylor can tell you all by herself? She was always the independent one." Belinda smiled and slightly released the pressure from the knife on her captive's throat so that she could talk. "Go on then, don't be shy!" Jac gulped, the tears now running freely down her face, she blinked, trying to fight them of – to no avail. Her colleagues looked on, hiding there amazement at the weakness of the resident "Ice Queen" as she broke down before them. Joseph felt helpless – there was nothing he could do, he had vowed to protect her, but he had failed yet again.

"No." Jac uttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Belinda retorted, enraged.

"I said no. You should try some soul searching, you might just find one." Jac said, her words protecting the last ounce of dignity she had left. Joseph's eyes blazed with fury, the muscles in his neck twitching with rage.

"Let Jac go." He argued, clenching his fists repetitively in groups of three. Belinda laughed.

"No." Security burst into the scene, responding to a message from the ward phone; they hesitated, unsure on how to deal with the situation, obviously wanting no casualties.

"Please?" Sahira asked gently, addressing Belinda with her deep searching eyes. Seconds turned into days. Finally, Belinda's shoulders sagged, her head lay limply against her chest and she let security grab her by the arms to be taken away. Jac fell to her knees as Joseph rushed to her side, shielding her protectively from her attacker and offering her a comforting hand. Jac's world seemed to spin, her head pounding with shock. Standing up, Jac turned to Belinda, her ice queen exterior replaced, holding her stare for what seemed like hours. Quickly, the older woman reached calmly into the inside of her leather jacket, pulling out a small black object. Security tried to knock it from her trembling hands, but she tore away from them and pointed the gun directly at Jac. Joseph panicked and he moved in front of her, so that he anxiously looked down the barrel himself.

"Come any closer and I'll shoot!" The attacker yelled, her finger placed precariously on the trigger.

BANG!

Screams were imminent as blood streamed out of the fatal tear. Jac closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come. But, it didn't. She glanced around, who had been shot? Eventually, her eyes rested on Joseph, crimson blood a puddle on his silk shirt, his eyes frantic.

NO! Why is this happening?

Jac froze, petrified, her medical knowledge seemed to desert her as her colleagues rushed, as if in slow motion, to her ex, yells reached her ears but they failed to make words.

Noo! Please don't die! Please don't die! I love him, I love him!

Jac's body stood there motionless, despite frenzied shouts from her brain.

He can't die! Not yet! Please god help me!

She collapsed in despair, prepared for Joseph to yell, or do something. However, his expression was evidently one of confusion as he wiped the blood from his shirt. It wasn't his.

Elizabeth clutched at her chest, fluid soaking through her uniform; she slid to the floor, making a blood trail on the desk she leaned on. She had been standing right next to Joseph. The bullet was wedged into her body. Grasping frenetically at the wooden panel beside her, she could hear nothing of the people rushing towards her wounded frame. Chantelle rushed to her side and held her friends head in her arms.

"Don't worry Elizabeth, your not going to die." Chantelle comforted her colleague, her words mocking as, seconds after, Elizabeth uttered her last breath in this world. Her eyes closed. Her body lifeless. Belinda was taken away.

Jac had accepted Joseph's offer of tea in the staff room, she needed something to calm her nerves. Almost two hours before, a nurse had been shot dead in front of her. It should have been me! She had thought, for it had been her that had trusted the killer, it had been her that the gun was pointed at, and it should have been her that had died. Her thoughts often turned to Pete: where was he know, could he still be here, can he hurt me anymore?

Joseph surveyed her with one quick glance; his smile faltered at her appearance, but mostly at her expression – it came with a certain subjugated presence.

"He can't hurt you anymore Jac, your safe now." He said, almost reading her mind, placing a hand on her shoulder. Slowly, he took a tentative step forward, leading the next motion. Jac inhaled and stared unblinkingly into Josephs deep, calm blue eyes – they issued a sense of tranquillity - him duplicating the gesture. Seconds turned into minutes. Joseph leaned in, his eyes closing, and Jac responded. Suddenly, the door opened with a large bang, revealing Greg Douglas, his face spreading into a knowing smile. Jac jumped back in surprise and Joseph coughed self-consciously.
"WHAT?" Jac said, resting her hands on her hips.

"I was just going to say that there's a patient down on Darwin that needs some serious attention, but as you too are already very busy…" Greg replied, smirking slightly.

"I'll go." Jac answered. Standing there, Greg stole a glance at the duo in front of him; Joseph's features glowed red like burnt embers around the edge of his face, but Jac's expression was one of irritation.

"Isn't there a village missing your presence?" She sneered.

I see the guard, poised and ready – looking for me. I rejoice as I finally got what I wanted, her, it had always been her. I had watched her colleagues find her abused body and I had laughed, laughed to the deepest part of my soul. Then, I sneaked away, knowing no one will catch me.

I tiptoe quietly nearer to security, the glistening object in his back pocket just what I need. Now I had won my reward, I am ready. Ready to accomplish my final act. But, how I shall do it? I wonder. I come to the realisation that I am delighted at. It is brilliant. Swiftly, I snatch the handcuffs from the man's trouser compartment and hurry away without a sound. The guard not even knowing. I know my mission. I head up the stairs.

Back on Darwin, the isolated cries of a baby alerted Jac from her impaired senses; the maternal instincts rose, but she fought them and won. Her brow furrowed, and, dropping the carefully prepared notes onto the silver desk, stood up, glancing inconspicuously around. This is all I need! Slowly, she walked the distance from the centre to the side room. Jac's eyebrows rose. For, in the middle of the space was, low and behold, a baby's pram – the agitated screaming issuing from inside. Walking over, Jac lifted the black sheet from above the buggy, revealing a wailing Indie, and rolled her eyes.

"Poor kid." Jac murmured to herself. Carefully, she picked him up, a cute baby to any onlooker, yet a dangerous substance to Jac's scrutinizing eyes. "So, is your mum to busy sweetening up the Swede? God, I've ended up…" Jac shuddered. "Babysitting." Indie's yells softened down at Jac's warm touch and a small smile formed around the corners of her mouth. "Ha, why don't we go and find your mum before either someone sees me, you explode, or I kill myself?"

Jac ascended the stairs with tainted dignity, her elegant hand draped carefully around Indie and her eyes examined the newly calmed baby; he had found her heart once before - know was no different.

"Why is Sahira so hard to find?" She mumbled to herself. Jac stopped to pat the toddlers back, her green eyes still hostile, willing for his mum to return. "Where is my incompetent registrar, the only time she is actually needed and she's nowhere to be seen!"

Reaching the third floor, the buggy in her left hand and Indie in her right, Jac heard the sound of echoing footsteps. Edging nearer and nearer. Jac turned to see the approaching visitor. That's when a hand struck her hard. She stumbled blindly and fell to the ground, only managing to avoid crushing the wailing baby in her arms. She had, in a terrified moment, let go of the pram – it slid quickly down the stairs, its contact with the wall releasing a loud bang. Jac could taste the blood in her mouth. Her eyes refused to open. Protectively, Jac cradled Indie, but the attacker snatched the toddler roughly from her arms. Her face throbbing, Jac rose to her feet, her eyes gradually opening, glancing at the man in front of her for the first time. Pete. Holding the baby.

I hold the baby in my arms. Now, what shall I do? I could "accidently" drop him down the stairs, but I have nothing against the mother of this child, it is obviously not Jacqueline's. Any child of hers would be the devil, and that baby will deserve to die – unlike this one who is crying for its mum. Jackie is terrified; I can see it in her face although she tries to hide it with a spiteful sneer. I advance towards her and she takes a step back, afraid. Oh, the fear in her eyes is what I want!

"I'm surprised you had the guts to come back here." Jac said, her insides trembling as Pete walked towards her.

"Well… I had some unfinished business to attend to." Pete stroked the toddler's head, his menacing fingers aching with uncontrollable lust. He finally stretched them out, heaving a contented sigh, and turned to face his victim. Jac watched his movements with the upmost intensity, cataloguing them in her mind.

"Do you remember what you did to me?" Jac was overpowered by a sudden wave of déjà vu.
"Yes, with great clarity." Pete responded, his right hand placed firmly on Indie's head.

"It was sick. Wrong."

Pete smiled.

"No, no it wasn't. You, Ms Naylor, need serious help." Jac crossed her arms, her shield defences securely bordering her body.

"What I need is for you to give me Indie and I can get back to work." Jac uttered, her eyes transfixed onto those of her attackers as he advanced towards her. Her back know pressed onto the wall behind, Pete leered, his arm above her head.

"What this little thing? That depends." Jac raised her eyebrows, still trembling.

"On what?"

"That you do what I say." Pulling out a concealed knife from his jacket pocket, Pete held it up to the light, as did his wife before him, then positioned it between Jac and Indie's throat. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to this little boy would you? I mean, your colleague would be mad…" Jac closed her eyes in defeat and sighed through her teeth.

"What do you want?" Jac asked, fearful for the safety of the baby left in her care.

"For you to come with me."

"Where?"

"Oh, just to the roof." Pete smirked as Jac squirmed under his looming body, obviously giving in.

"Fine. But I want to leave Indie here." Pete turned, gestured to the nearest door, and stood aside to let Jac pass. Instead of entering the room, Jac walked slowly down the stairs, wary of the knife Pete held, and fetched the still intact pram. Placing Indie safely in the blankets of the buggy, she pushed it into the cleaner's cupboard and closed the door, Pete waiting outside.

"Right Indie, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you are my only chance. Scream, scream loudly, I don't care if you wake up Hanssen from his coffin, just do it." The baby blinked as if he could comprehend, his hazel nut eyes staring intentionally at Jac's terrified face, his small gurgles stopping. Jac silently took off her pager, knowing that someone would require her, and placed it by Indie's feet. Next, she searched for a pen amongst the various cleansing bottles, and, after finding one, took a piece of paper from her pocket and wrote one single word.

"Hurry up!" Pete yelled, his voice slightly muffled by the wooden door. Sighing, Jac returned into her captor's sight, preparing herself for what was to come.

One floor down, Sahira Shah rested her eyes on the empty side room and dropped what she was holding.

I am so scared, not that I will deliberately show any weakness to this man, he rejoices at it. I don't know what he is planning, or why our destination is the roof, but I know there are bad reasons behind everything he does.

Joseph. I nearly kissed him! And then there's Ollie, my incompetent F2 than I sometimes sought comfort with. He can be an idiot at times, but at least he didn't leave me. Are they going to see me die, today, at the hands of an old acquaintance? I have to think of a way to get out - I have to do it alone. I have always been alone. And it has worked pretty well up to know.

In Darwin, Sahira Shah had requested the help of Greg Douglas and Joseph Byrne to locate Indie. They had already searched the entire ward, and she was starting to panic. Where could he be?

Pete and Jac ascended the final step and came to the roof. The sun gleamed ironically in the cloudless sky, the light bathing them in a pool of sallow. Taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and returning the knife to its home, Pete snatched Jac's arms, resisting the struggle she made.

"What are you doing?" Jac yelled, her futile attempts to tear her arms away reducing her energy.

"Now, I wouldn't want you to run away do I Jackie?" Pete answered. He fastened the metal "cage" to Jac's white arm and then to his own, placing the key safely on a necklace around his neck. Calmly, he walked over to the border of the building, Jac following behind, swallowing when they came to a stop.

"Pete?" She said softly. Looking down, Jac could see the bustling street below, filled with patients and doctors alike, the loud wailing of the many ambulances quietening as the sound reached her.

"Here we are Jacqueline, you and me, at Deaths Edge."

In a cleaners cupboard five floors away, a baby screamed.

There you go! Hope it was alright! :D PLEASE REVIEW! :D :D FUNNY SCENE IDEAS NEEDED FOR FOLLOWING CHAPTERS! :D