A/N I forgot to reread chapter 6 before I posted it, so sorry for those mistakes. And thanks to garb50 for criticising me (no sarcasm). And for the compliment that my age doesn't reflect on my story (at least, I think that's a compliment..) And this story is a day later then planned but I needed to do some research. (watch interviews with the cast and parts of eps on youtube) And this one's my longest so far. Soo… you know. Read, and stuff.

Previously:

"No, she lives with Adam's wife and children now."

"Wife? Why not with Adam?" Apparently, Spike was a total dog-person.

"He uuh, killed himself two days after we came back." A silence fell over them. "Anyway it was, is a cute dog." She grabbed a picture out of her pocket and handed It to Spike. It was a picture of her, her team and the dog in front of it.

"It really is a cute dog." Spike laughed.

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Zoë had just finished telling them the dog-story when they heard Winnie over the intercom.

"Team 1, hot call. Gear up."

"Time to let everyone know why we wear the cool pants, Zoë you're with me." They walked towards the gear room. They put on their vests, grabbed guns and grabbed all the other gear they probably wouldn't need. They were in the car when they heard Winnie's voice again.

"Unknown shooter in Humberside Collegiate Institute."

"That's the high school on Quebec av, right Winnie?" It was Ed

"Confirmed."

"Damn, how bad I'm wishing Clark is skipping school right now." Zoë looked at Greg questioningly.

"Clark is Ed's kid, he goes to Humberside." She nodded.

"So, Zoë you're going to stay with me. Remember how you said you needed some help with the tactical 'stuff'? Well, we're starting now."

"Greg, 911 patched a caller through from inside the school. Want me to patch him through to everyone?" Winnie asked.

"Yeah, Winnie. That'd be good. " A second later, Greg heard labored breathing on the line. "This is sergeant Parker, I'm with the police SRU. Who is this I'm talking to?"

"I'm Steve. He shot me, who brings a gun to school? What kind of person does that?" He was obviously shocked that someone would do that.

"Steve, do you know who shot you?"

"White kid, 13-14 years old. Hoodie, blue eyes and brown hair. I don't know his name, but I recognized him." He took a deep breath. "Am I going to get out of her anytime soon?"

"That's a great description Steve. We're on our way. Just hold on. Can you tell me where he shot you?"

"My thigh. I don't think he hit any major artery. I'm in the gym, under the bleachers. My dad's a cop, he thought me to pay attention if something happened."

"That's good Steve, just try to keep pressure on your wound. Try to see if you can press your something against it to help stop the bleeding."

"Sweater?"

"Yeah, a sweater will do."

"Man, I love this sweater.."

"I gotta go Steve, I have your number. I'll call to check in on you in a little bit okay?"

"Yeah, Ok."

They arrived at the scene, there were cops everywhere. Multiple ambulances and kids on the parking lot who were able to get outside before lockdown went into place.

"Ed, Wordy Alpha." Greg took it all in. "Jules, Sam, Spike Bravo"

"Sergeant Parker?" A woman walked up to them.

"Yes?"

"My name is Madelyne Hightower, I'm the principal."

"Nice to meet you, are you on lockdown?"

"Yes, we are. All doors are locked, windows are blinded. Desks form a barricade in the corner with the kids behind them."

"Do you have surveillance camera's? We need an ID on this guy." She nodded.

"I can access it from the teachers-lounge."

"Good, we'll make that our command post."

"Ed, Wordy while we try to ID this guy go get the kid who got shot in his leg. He was in the gym." They nodded and moved to go to the gym. "Winnie?"

"Yes?"

"Can you call that kid back for me and patch him through?"

"On it." It was quiet for a second or two. "Here he comes."

"Steve? It's sergeant Parker again."

"Yeah. I'm here, I've been thinking about the kid. I think his name is Jeff, something. He gets bullied a lot. That's why he's here right?"

"Jeff, that's good Steve we'll check it out. Are you still in the gym?"

"Uhu, waiting patiently. Trying not to bleed out. My dad will kill me if I do. "

"Two of my agents are on their way, they will be there soon. Okay?"

"Yeah," Steve heard the door. "Someone's coming in." He whispered. Greg looked towards his bravo-team. And signaled for them to go to the gym as well. "They're not your agents," it was quiet again.

"Steve, only speak if it's safe for you ok?"

"Two kids, they both have guns. The first kid, Jeff, isn't either of them. One is David Welles, the other I'm not sure, I think it's Ron Jackson. " Greg heard a noise followed someone apologizing "No, no please don't shoot me. David, please." Someone, apparently David, apologized again followed by a gunshot.

"Steve?" Nothing "STEVE?" Nothing. "DAMMIT!"

"Greg, we're at the gym door going in." It was Ed. "Hold it there!" The kids started running away. "Starting pursuit, Bravo?"

"Less than a minute out. We'll go to the kid, you chase." Spike answered.

"What can I do?" Zoë asked Greg, "Serge? " He looked up at her. And was about to say something when they heard Spike over the comm.

"Boss, we need you or Zoë to come pick Steve up. He still has a pulse and is minimally conscious."

"Zoë's coming your way Spike." Zoë nodded and took off.

"Zoë, watch your back we've got at least three kids with guns running around."

"Copy, boss." This is what Greg hated the most. Waiting for his team to make their move. The video camera's somehow blacked out, all of them. "I can see the gym." Greg could hear her enter. "Spike?"

"Over here, I've bandaged his leg and shoulder. The bleeding is less, but it's still there." Zoë walked towards them.

"I'll carry him" Zoë said.

"Are you sure? I don't mind taking him."

"Yes Spike, and for the record. I'm always sure. Just help me lift him on my shoulder." After they put the kid on Zoë's shoulder they exited the gym and headed for the exit.

"There are ambulances waiting for you. They know the kid is coming their way. They also tracked down the dad and he is waiting there as well."

They heard another shot and screaming, it was close. "We take him back first Zoë, then we'll go back to the command post to see what Serge's plan is." Zoë nodded and she and Spike continued towards the exit. They were descending the stairs that were directly in front of the entrance when they heard a lot of screaming and running kids coming their way. They looked at each other and started descending the stairs as fast as they could. They quickly exited the building before the kids could come there. Zoë put the kid down on the gurney and left him with the ambulance personnel. When they were about to turn back they noticed 20 or 30 kids running down the stairs. "We can't just let them out, one of them could be the shooter." Spike remarked.

"We can't just keep them in. They're sitting ducks, Serge?"

"Let them out, one by one. Search them for a gun. Separate anyone with the description matching Jeff or anyone who matches the photo's Winnie's sending to your phones." They proceeded to do so while the others systematically checked out the school. Closing the shooters in.

"Clark?" It was Spike. He noticed a kid in the crowd who looked like Ed's kid.

"Spike, I'm so glad to see you. My phone's busted. Can you tell my dad I'm ok. I'm sure he's worried out of his mind."

"You hear that Ed?"

"I did Spike, thanks. Tell Clark I'll see him when this is over. Ask him about those kids . He may know. I've heard him speak of a kid named David, but I'm not sure it's the same one."

"He's glad you're ok Clark. I gotta check to make sure you don't have a gun with you. Can you open your backpack for me?" Spike continued to search Clark and ask him about the kids while Zoë made sure the shooter wasn't amongst the group of kids standing at the front door.

It didn't take them long, Clark recognized both kids but didn't know much about them. Said that David's little brother, Jeff, got bullied a lot. And Ron is David's best friend. They got back into the school and were on their way back to the command post.

Spike tripped and fell down, losing his gun.. One of the shooters had spun a trip-wire. One of the kids, Jeff, grabbed Spike around his neck and put a gun to his head. Zoë quickly replaced the semi machine-gun she had in her hand with a handgun, having a better aim with that. The kid yanked at the com, breaking it.

"Boss, One of the subjects, Jeff by the looks of it, has a gun to Spike's head." She turned towards Jeff. "Jeff, I need you to put the gun down. The man's head your holding it against is my friend and if I think you're going to shoot I have to shoot you. And I don't want to shoot you."

"Zoë, do you have a clean shot?"

"I do, Serge. But.."

"Alpha is still chasing the other two, Bravo is coming your way. Try to talk him down. The camera's just got back online, I'm keeping an eye out for you. I'll call scorpio if you need to shoot him."

"How do I talk him down?"

"First, build rapport."

"Jeff, you get bullied right?" Zoë didn't have a chance to talk him down because Jeff heard a noise and escalated. She noticed him cocking the gun and moving his finger to the trigger.

"Scorpio" It was Greg, letting her know she should shoot him.

She pulled the trigger the second she heard the word.. Jeff fell down on the floor. Spike turned around to look at Jeff and then back at Zoë, Sam and Jules rounded the corner and walked towards the kid. They checked for a pulse but they knew it was useless. Jeff had hid himself and half of his face behind Spike. Not giving her many options on where to put her bullet.

"Spike, are you okay?" Sam asked him, Spike had a lot of Jeff's blood on his face and clothes. He stood there looking at Zoë, her gun was still in her hand pointed to the floor. He turned to Sam

"Yeah, I'm fine." He looked back to Zoë.

"You?" Zoë just nodded.

"Spike, Zoë return to command post. Bravo, go. There are still two kids on the loose." Spike started walking towards the teacher's lounge, but Zoë stood there over Jeff.

"Zoë?"

"I killed a 14 year old kid."

"To save my life. Come on, let's go back." Zoë nodded and followed him towards the lounge.

Greg threw Spike a towel, so he could clean his face up a little.

"You okay Zoë?" Zoë nodded.

"Fine, serge. You want me to stay here?"

"Yeah, Alpha and Bravo are working hard. Spike can tell you what you need to do because of the shooting." Zoë nodded and walked towards spike who stood scrubbing his face in front of a mirror, the blood wasn't coming off. She touched his shoulder.

"Let me?" Spike nodded and handed her the dry white, with some pink smudges, towel. She turned on water and adjusted it to lukewarm. She wet the towel under it and brought it up to his face. "Have you ever killed anyone?" Spike looked in the mirror and was glad the blood was coming off.

"Yeah, it's tough in the beginning. There will be someone waiting outside, he will take your gun and bag it. Then they'll take you somewhere, probably a conference- or interrogation-room, and ask you questions about the shot." Zoë nodded, paused her hand and looked at his face.

"You're pretty much clean." She looked down at his hands. "You should wash them. And take a nice hot shower back at HQ."

"Yeah, thanks."

"No big deal, Spike"

"I meant, for saving my life."

"Well, I expect you to return the favor. So no big deal."

Ed and Wordy were closing in on the shooters, they could hear them talking.

"He's not picking up his phone Ron! Why did he grab that gun this morning. He knows he's not supposed to touch dad's stuff." Meanwhile Jeff's phone was with his body, ringing in the hallway.

"I don't know Dave,"

"I told him I was going to take care of those bullies."

"Dave, let's just go look for him ok?" David nodded and they walked into the stairwell. They walked into a hallway when they exited the stairs, they saw someone lying on the ground. They looked at each other and David ran towards the body.

"It's Jeff." Greg spotted him on the surveillance camera. He sat next to his brother. "A cop did this." He looked towards the camera. "They can see and hear me, right?"

"Alpha, Bravo, they're with Jeff. 1st floor south hallway."

"Uuh, yeah I think so." Ron answered.

"YOU'RE DEAD! Do you hear me, pig? You're dead!" Zoë was standing behind Greg and heard that. She immediately walked towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Her back was still to him

"To those kids, if the others show up there. He'll kill them."

"If we think he will, they'll take them out first." Zoë turned around to face him.

"Serge, I.."

"No, Zoë." Zoë sighed and moved to stand back behind Greg, to watch the screen.

"I'm waiting for you right here! Come and settle this like a man!" Greg didn't need to look at her to know she still wanted to go.

"You're not going."

"I know."

"Bravo in place."

"Alpha descending the stairs." It was quiet for a second. "Alpha in place."

"Here we go."

"Ed, you got the scorpio if you need it."

"POLICE! SRU, put the weapon down!"

"Put the gun on the ground!"

Ron looked around. "David, that's a lot of 5-0. With serious firepower." Ron lowered his gun, the barrel now pointing to the ground.

"They killed my brother man." David responded. "Who of you four shot my brother, he was just 14!"

"It wasn't any of us, David." All four had their guns pointed to David, Ron's gun was still down.

"Dude, I can't do this."

"Ron, come on man. I thought you were with me."

"With scaring bullies yeah, shooting cops? Not so much dude."

"Listen to Ron, David."

"Yeah well, $*# you!"

"I can't do this." Ron dropped the gun to the ground, kicked it towards Wordy, interlaced his fingers behind his head, like he'd seen in the movies, and walked backwards to Jules and Sam. "I'm sorry dude, I didn't sign up for this."

"I've got nothing! My dad's a drunk, I only had you and Jeff, Ron. Jeff died and you're leaving me!"

"I'm sorry dude."

"Boss, we need someone to pick up Ron. Can you send a uniform over?" Greg thought for a second, he could go, a uniform or Zoë. Spike had that kids blood all over him, that could set David of.

"I'll uuhm, Fine. Zoë go, but don't look at the kid and don't say a word. Just get Ron and walk away." Zoë nodded and went on her way.

Zoë noticed that David still had his gun drawn. Ed was talking to him but it didn't seem to help. She grabbed Ron's arm and started walking away. David had a moment of clarity. He wasn't going to come out of this alive unless he dropped the gun. He looked at his brother, who was lying a few feet away from him. He lowered the gun and walked towards him.

"I'm sorry Jeff, I tried. But I failed. You should've let me handle this. I don't want to lose Ron too." He dropped the gun and kicked it towards Ed and Wordy. Jules and Sam quickly moved forwards to cuff him.

"Serge?" Zoë asked as she walked into the lounge.

"Yeah, let's pack up and go outside. "

"You shot Jeff?" Ron's question was directed at Spike. Spike shook his head. They had their stuff packed by the time the rest arrived at the teacher's lounge.

"David, you're ok!"

"Yeah, couldn't leave you alone right?" They both nodded.

"Let's go kids" It was Greg.

They walked outside. There were a lot of photographers and news crew. Parents waiting for their kids to come out, and kids waiting for their parents to pick them up. They handed the kids off to local LEO's and made their way to the car. Zoë handed her gun off and was accompanied to the car by the man who took it. She turned to look around before she got into the car and noticed dozens of kids walking out of the school.

…

She walked into SRU said 'hi' to Winnie and walked towards the conference-room where she expected to see her team. No one. She walked to the gym, no one. Men's locker-room was the last place to look. She knocked but didn't hear anything. So she went inside.

"Hellooohooo? Anyone?"

"Zoë, I'm sorry. I was lost in thought. How'd it go?" She looked at Greg, He was just finishing packing his bag.

"Good, I can't carry a gun tomorrow though. So I guess I'll be stuck in the van." Greg smiled at her. "It's Friday, going to O'Malley's?" Greg wasn't sure what to say, should he tell her he was an alcoholic?

"Yeah, I think I will. See you there?" Zoë nodded.

"I just need to go change, see you there. Save me a seat." She waited for a confirmative nod and walked out. She opened her locker, looked at the picture that displayed her and Joey. She grabbed the picture of her, her old team and the dog out of her pocket and put it up next to it. She sighed and started changing.

A/N got some trouble with figuring out where I have to go next so, it can take anywhere between a day and two weeks for the next update.