Still not many reviews, but I want to say Thank you, Spasiba, and Danke schön to you :). And because you were so nice and so encouraging, here's my new chapter. Didn't want to leave you with a cliffy for too long.... :)

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but the terrorists, Ann Evans, and Ryan's family, dead or alive, as portrayed here...

Chapter 15

"Miami Dade Police!!!" Horatio yelled the same moment when the leader of the SWAT team kicked the door open. They hadn't even made proper entry when the first shots were fired at them. Ryan saw a member of the SWAT team going down right in front of him. He looked around and counted as fast as he could. Seven terrorists, but no trace of either Ron or Ryan's mother. One of the terrorists pointed a gun at Ryan, but Ryan reacted immediately this time, and his bullet hit the man right above his heart. Damn, luckily I didn't freeze this time…But he didn't have too much time to be happy about it, because next to him, another guy from SWAT was hit. Ryan took a shot to where he thought the fatal bullet had come from, and heard a scream. In that exact moment he felt a fist collide with his face and heard Delko shouting, "Hey Wolfe, watch out!" Ryan landed hard on the ground, looking at the business end of the gun the man who'd knocked him down was pointing at him, but before he could shoot, he was hit in the chest by the bullets Delko and Frank had fired at him. And suddenly, there was silence…

Ryan got back on his feet, "Are they dead?"

Delko helped him, "Yeah, gone for good. All of them, three of us. You're alright?"

Ryan touched his cheekbone. It hurt and was swollen, but luckily it didn't impair his vision. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Delko nodded, "Good… Let's go and find the rest of the Wolfe pack…" He blinked at Ryan and walked over to Horatio.

Ryan smiled, but suddenly, a shot echoed. His left shoulder exploded in pain and he went to his knees. He pressed his hand on his shoulder and looked at it. Blood… But the scream he heard then made him freeze…

"RYAN!!!"

He raised his head, "Mom?"

Yes, there she was. Doreen Wolfe. Unharmed, but with a gun pointed at her face. The man who had the gun in his hand held her in front of his body to shield himself. He pressed the gun at her temple and shouted, "Okay, you drop those guns, or the lady will die…" Ryan couldn't see what the others were doing, but from the sound he heard, he knew they literally had dropped their guns to the floor. "Okay, good. Now, I don't want to 'urt anybody. So you better do what I want. You, red 'ead. I want the keys for your 'ummer." Horatio took his car keys out of the pocket, dropped them to the floor and gave them a kick so that they landed at the terrorist's feet. He bowed down, not letting go of Doreen, and motioned her to pick them up. She did, but her eyes were glued on Ryan who had his hand pressed on his shoulder wound. The terrorist waited until she had the keys in her hand and said, "Okay. Now, I'm going out that door. I'm gonna take the lady with me. If I see anyone of your lot following me, I'm going to shoot 'er and throw 'er out of the car. 'ave you understood?"

Ryan heard Horatio asking, "Where is your second hostage?"

"You gonna find 'is body in the backyard…"

Body? Ryan felt his whole body go numb. Ron was dead? No, please not…

But Horatio kept cool, "When are we gonna get the hostage back?"

"As soon as I am out of your country. I'm going to let 'er out when I am far away. She can call you then…"

He's… lying…Ryan thought. He won't let her... out… But the blood loss was starting to take its toll on him…

"Now, I'm going… I repeat, don't follow me if you want 'er back…" He pointed his gun at Doreen and motioned her to walk to the door. Ryan watched his mother slowly being out of his reach again. No, this can't be true. Not now. I was so close… He's going to kill her… I lost Ron already, I'm not going to lose her…But he knew he was powerless. This man had his mother, and he didn't even have a… gun…. Where's my gun? He knew he had it in his hand right before he was hit in the shoulder… and he hadn't kicked it away at any point… He looked around… There it was, right next to his knee… His fingertips touched the cold metal…

And then everything went fast. The terrorist started running to the exit, pulling Doreen with him. But Doreen tripped over the body of the dead SWAT team member and fell to the floor. The terrorist stopped, pondering over whether he should run back and pull her with him again, but decided against it. The cops were all too far away from their guns, and he would be in the car long before they would follow him… After all… they would first have to look after the dying woman… He aimed at Doreen's head and said "Adieu…" (1) A shot… And the terrorist fell down to his knees, blood splattering the wall behind him from his head wound. He was dead before he hit the floor. Delko and Horatio, who had already been ready to reach for their own guns to stop the guy from shooting Doreen, froze in action and turned to where the shot had come from. Ryan sat there, on his knees, gun in his right hand, the arm with the uninjured shoulder. He was pale, but the gun was rocksteady in his hands.

Delko frowned, "Talking about adrenaline…" He walked over to the terrorist and checked his vitals. "Dead as can be…"

"My… my uncle…" Ryan dropped the gun; everything was getting blurry. He heard his mother scream and Horatio calling for an ambulance, he felt Delko rushing to his side, trying to steady him… "Where's my uncle…"

"We're gonna look after him. He's gonna be in good hands…" Delko whispered. "Now, calm down. Ambulance is on its way…"

Ryan laughed a bit, "Maybe I would be there fast... faster… if you drove me again…" And then blackness took over him.

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I know, I know, It was short. But I mean, when you involve a SWAT team, it's always kinda fast. Hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. Let me know. Please. :)

(1) French for: Good bye...