I know I said I'd have this posted quickly...but I'm not kidding when I say I wrote and rewrote this chapter nearly 7 times. And I'm not gonna lie I'm still not sure how I feel about it. But I hope you guys like it. And as usual sorry for any mistakes. I hope you like it!

"They aren't doing anything!"

Startled by the outburst, Ben Warren looked up from where he was sitting to see a pacing Stephanie Edwards, fear and worry etched onto the lines on her face.

"They've been here for hours, and they still aren't doing anything" anger dripping from her voice.

"The cops can't just storm into the hotel, they're planning. You know that." Ben tried to reassure both Stephanie and himself.

Stephanie collapsed next to Ben. "She's my friend- my best friend. We argued and fought, but she's my best friend. And she's going to die. She's my best friend and she's going to die."

"You can't think like that."

"I should've told her to come with us. Or-or stayed with her. I could've-"

Ben shook his head to cut her off, "There isn't anything you could've done. She's too stubborn, she wouldn't have listened anyway. And besides, she's not going to die. She'll be back to stealing surgeries from us next week and laughing at you for being so worried. Jo is going to okay."

The younger doctor looked back up at the assembled FBI. "They aren't doing anything…"

A confidence shone in Jo's eyes, a confidence she had no idea existed. Her stare unwavering, she looked up at the older man, her face void of all emotion.

The leader smirked, looking her up and down, "Are you offering your services...doctor?" The other men laughed at his insinuation.

"Your friend is going to die if he doesn't get proper medical help and I doubt you want to call an ambulance for the hospital, so you can sit here and make jokes or you can make sure he gets to live" There was no fear in Jo's voice, she was no longer afraid of dying. She was a doctor first. And this, saving people's lives, this was what she had always wanted to do.

He glared at her, his green eyes darkening. He reached for his gun before walking up to her. Jo squeezed her eyes shut, as he ran the gun down her neck.

"Such a pretty little thing, shame to see it go to waste" he whispered into her ear. Jo stepped back and out of his grasp.

She wasn't going to turn back now, "Go ahead shoot me but what about your friend? He's already working on borrowed time."

"Foolish girl… You're in a room full of doctors, ones with less of a mouth on them. I could just kill you and pick someone else, maybe not one that's as fun to look at but a doctor just as much"

Jo, undeterred, kept going. She was done watching these people just kill."Go ahead, pick someone else, but if you want him to survive then you need me, I'm his best chance."

The man raised his eyebrows."Is that so Doctor? Are you? His best chance?"

Jo winced internally at his tone, her courage starting to wane, but she didn't let it show on her face. "My credentials speak for myself, cum laude at Princeton, perfect score on my MCAT exam, top of my class at Harvard Med, I finished my residency at one of the most elite surgical programs in the country, I am his best chance"

The blond man narrowed his eyes, anger etched into the creases on his forehead. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at her.

"All right, Doctor you can treat him but if he dies, you'll be dying with him."

The man started to walk away

Jo looked behind her at the confused and scared people still seated on the floor, the other hostages.

These were people, who just like her had woken up this morning, thinking today was just another day and now just some hours later, they were sitting in a conference room thinking that today could very well be the last day they would be alive. These people probably had families, kids waiting for their parent to come home. A parent who had just sent their child to San Fransico thinking they would come home a surgeon, and instead would get her son or daughter back with a bullet in their body. She couldn't let that happen, these people had lives, people who loved them, people who needed them. Who did she have? Alex? Alex would move on, he would be okay, he had people. People didn't need her. She could die today it would be okay. She was okay with dying, but why should these people? And for the second time that day, Jo's mouth opened before she could process what she was saying.

"I have a condition"

The leader turned back around his eyes wide with amusement. "You do realize you're the one with a gun pointed to her head? You don't get to have conditions"

"You need to let everyone else go. If you want to make sure he lives, you'll let everyone else go" Jo bargained, her voice hollow but stern.

The man blinked once. Twice. Before breaking out laughing.

"You give yourself too much credit" he mocked,

"His best chance. You wanna give him his best chance to survive? You want me."

He tilted his head as if he was considering her plan. He then stared at her before turning to one of his other men.

And for a second Jo had hope. Maybe there was a teaspoon of good in this man. Maybe he bought her argument...

"Shoot her."

Or Not.

One of the men readied his gun, pointing it squarely at her chest.

Jo shut her eyes, steadied her breathing, this was it, she readied herself and waited for the darkness.

Stupid, stupid Jo...ordering the angry guy with the gun around-probably not a smart idea.

Alright, well that's chapter 6. I hope you liked it...a little on the shorter side, but I think cheaper 7 will be longer.

I'm very cautiously optimistic about the next episode. I'm not sure what I want Jo to say. My inner shipper heart wants her to say yes but this is Shondaland and happy means no story-which I don't want.