Chapter 11

Back in the house, Kyle said...

"How old is your little girl?"

"She's two weeks old. Do you have any other siblings besides your brother?" asked Stella trying to keep him distracted.

"No. My mom only had us and my sister. But she's a druggy like my mom and a slut. She always calls us bastards all the time. She always yells... you fuckin' illegitimite bastards. She's a real bitch." said Kyle.

Stella felt sorry for the boy. She honestly didn't think he wanted to hurt anybody. He was a mentally abused adolesent, who was obviously never loved.

"Listen Kyle. I know you don't know me. I also know you have no reason to trust me, but I do care. Which is why I'd like you to give yourself up. I know in my heart you don't want to hurt anyone else, we can stop this now, together. Please don't allow anymore blood to be spilled Kyle."

Mac and Don were listening by the window. They could hear Stella trying to talk the boy down.

"You okay, Mac? You need to trust that she can do this," said Don. "I know. I do trust her. But I'm still not sure. These boys are unstable. Plus he still has that damn 45."

Seeing a car pull up, Danny got out with the vests. "Mac... here is your and Donnie's vests."

"Thanks Danny. How's MaCanna?" asked Mac.

"He's good. Adam has him in your office playing snakes and ladders with half the lab who ordered pizza and grabbed snacks from the machine. They even gave him a nick name. Wanna here it?"

Don and Mac smiled. "Good luck tonight Mac. He's going to be bouncing off the walls," said Don. "Sure Danny, what is it?" asked Mac.

"Mini Mac. They say he is a mini you, laughed Danny. So how is Stella doing with the kid?"

"Good, right now. But it's only a matter of time before he flips out again," said Mac.

"Maybe, maybe not Mac. Trust in Stella, if anyone can understand this boy she can," said Danny.

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Back inside, Stella was still trying to convince Kyle to give up.

"Listen Kyle. Would it be okay if I grab my daughters milk from the kitchen? She's very hungry."

Stella was hoping he would trust her enough to do that. This way she would be able to pass Calista out the window to Mac. Then she could deal with Kyle, one on one.

"Okay, but no tricks," said Kyle.

"No tricks. I'll be right back. Walking into the kitchen she opened the window as she yelled." Do you want something to drink Kyle?" As Mac reached for his daughter, he snuggled her close. Then passing her to Danny, he ran her to the car taking her to the station with her brother.

Walking back into the room, Kyle noticed she didn't have the baby. "Where is your baby?" asked Kyle.

"She's drinking her bottle in her crib. Here's your coke, said Stella. Listen Kyle, why don't you and I walk out now and turn yourself in. I honestly don't want you to get hurt. Let us help you, please."

Bowing his head, he started to cry. "No one can help me. It's too late. I've hurt to many people, but I'm happy you tried lady. Not to many people would care enough too help out a fifteen year old, trouble maker." Getting up, Stella knew he was going to kill himself. She could tell, not only by the voice, but by the actions he was showing.

"Kyle... give me the gun, please. Come on Kyle, you don't want to do this," cried Stella.

Looking over Kyle noticed her tears. In all his teenage years, no one had ever cried for him, ever. "Why are you crying, lady? Why do you care?"

"It's what friends do Kyle. They care about those they like. They don't want to see them hurt, said Stella. Now please give me the gun."

Looking at the barrel of the gun, he played with the base. Stella could tell he was trying to decide whether or not it was all worth it. Listening from outside, the silence was killing Mac. He knew Kyle was thinking very hard.

"Detective Taylor? called SWAT through the radio. We are in position. We have the target locked in, I have a clear shot."

"No... you wait. Give Detective Bonasera a chance to talk him down."

Not getting a response back from SWAT, Mac was worried they were going to do something stupid. Everything that happened, from that second on was a blur. Pointing the butt of the gun to Stella, handing it over, ready to turn himself in, SWAT fired placing a bullet through his head.

"Noooooooooooooooo... yelled Stella as he went down. Running over, she knew it was too late. Coming through the front door, Stella looked at Mac and said... why? Why would you order SWAT to kill a child?"

"Sweetheart, I didn't. We told SWAT to pull back, Stella. But when they seen him point the gun at you, they had no choice. They thought he was going to kill you." Taking his wife into his arms, he walked her from the house.

tbc...