A/N Btw, when hijacking an airplane how good of an idea is it to show your badge and say: "Hi I'm a cop and think someone is going to hijack this plane, can I get into your cockpit to make sure nothing happens?"

But then again, this is fanfiction. You probably wouldn't be able to get into the cockpit xD Just go with it, even those serious peeps amongst you who study(d) something serious, like history. *Wink wink, nudge nudge*

Warning: terrorism. (do I even need to warn for that? Well, better safe than sorry, right?)

Previously

"Excuse me, my name is Zoë Washburn. I'm a Toronto police officer. Is there anyone besides me and my boyfriend allowed with a gun on board?" The flight attendant looked her over before grabbing a sheet from a cabinet.

"No miss." Zoë swallowed and thanked her before returning to her seat.

"They're planning to take over this airplane." She whispered to Greg.

…

"What?" Greg thought he didn't hear her right.

"There's a guy with a gun. We're the only ones that are allowed to carry a gun."

"Where?"

"Go to that bathroom." Zoë pointed towards the bathroom she had used. "Front row, aisle seat. Gun in his bag. Arab guy." He nodded and got up.

He walked towards the bathroom and tried to look into his bag without the man noticing before going inside the small room.

"Okay, he has a gun with silencer. How did he get that in here?" He said after he came back.

"I don't know, I don't care. I don't feel like crashing, you?" He shook his head and checked his watch.

"When do you think they'll do it?"

"When we're reaching Toronto. There is no use doing it over the water. Can only cause panic and people calling home." He nodded and checked on the screen when they would reach land.

"So that gives us about an hour?" Zoë nodded. "The lights will go out soon so people can sleep. So they won't be noticed getting up."

"I will ask them to close the curtain, business class is packed as well. Wait here." She grabbed her bag containing her badge and gun and walked to the front. Trying not to panic any passengers.

She walked towards the same flight attendant she had talked to a minute ago.

"Excuse me, can you close the curtain to business class and help me figure this out?" She opened her bag and showed her badge.

"Yes, can I tell my superior?"

"Not right now." She nodded and went to close the curtain before going back to Zoë. "When do you usually turn the lights out so everyone can sleep?"

"15 minutes. But no one will notice if we do it now."

"Can you turn off the lights in the economy class separately?" She nodded. "Those only, and can you ask my boyfriend to follow you over here with some excuse so the other passengers won't be alarmed?" The woman nodded.

…

"Excuse me miss, you can't be here." The flight attendant was wearing something different, that would make him the supervisor. Zoë showed her badge discreetly.

"I think this airplane is about to be hijacked." The supervisors face read shock. "Control your face, please?" He nodded and coughed before adjusting his face somewhat. "You have a passenger list with professions here, right? That's why we have to fill them in?" The man nodded.

"Here you go." He grabbed it and handed it to her. It was a schematic of the plane with a name and profession in every chair.

"This chair, 9D" She pointed at it. "That's the first row after the lavatory, right?" He nodded. The other flight attendant returned with Greg. "Brought your gun?" Greg nodded. "What I would give for a bullet proof vest right now. You don't happen have one here?" Zoë tried to ease his nerves a little. The flight attendant smiled slightly and shook his head. "Okay, can you turn off the lights and let me and Greg into the cockpit?" The supervisor nodded.

"But I need to tell the rest of my crew." Greg and Zoë looked at each other for a second.

"Okay, but make sure they don't alarm the terrorists or the passengers. If they alarm the terrorists we're onto them they'll make it a bloodbath." Greg answered.

"Yes. Of course. "

"Anyone who can't manage, keep them here. The smallest thing will can set those men off." Zoë added. The man nodded before leading them the way to the cockpit.

"These are our pilots, Jake and Danny." They both looked at them surprised. "These are two officers who need to talk to you."

"Zoë?"

"Jake?" Danny and Greg looked at them surprised.

"Greg, meet Jake. The friend I needed when I was 14. Jake, Greg my boyfriend."

"PA-system Jake?" Greg asked, still slightly confused.

"You told him about me, I'm honored." Zoë smiled.

"I would love to chat, but we're here on business, Jake." She walked towards them and showed him a piece of paper. "This man," She pointed to seat 9D. "had a gun with him. And he's not supposed to. Excuse me if I sound a little… but he's a man a gun that he's not supposed to have aboard an airplane."

"I get your drift."

"Now, and I hope I'm wrong, but I think he's going to hijack this airplane."

"When?"

"Somewhere between reaching land and landing." Jake nodded and he and Danny looked on the consoles.

"We reach land in less than 45 minutes."

"So we have to figure out who's with him pretty fast." She looked towards Greg. "Feel comfortable profiling them as Arab men?"

Greg nodded, they had less than 40 minutes now, no time for research. She browsed the list for Arab names, there were 28.

"28 is impossible, you only need about 5 or 6. We need to narrow it down." She looked towards Jake. "Can you ask your flight attendants to close off the first two lavatories? Then we will need to use the one in the middle or back and can walk past all those chairs without it being noticed." Jake nodded and did so immediately.

"Attention passengers, there is a technical problem with the front lavatories. Please only use the ones in the middle and back."

She waited a minute or so before putting her gun under her jacket, where no one could see it, and walking towards the lavatories in the back. Luckily the middle ones where all taken. She walked back using the other aisle.

"Okay, so I've seen 4 suspicious man. They looked nervous and kept checking their watches and screens. All aisle seats. It was…" Zoë closed her eyes so she could form a picture in her head. "14 18 24 and 31" She looked at Greg. "If you can go and check, then we've possibly got our terrorists." Greg nodded and walked away.

Each time he passed one of those rows he either stumbled, dropped his pen or discreetly glanced down.

"Yeah" He said once he had returned. "They're definitely suspicious. I spotted a gun on three of them. Including silencer." Zoë nodded. Using silencers meant they didn't want to cause a panic attack.

Zoë turned back to Jake.

"How long till land?"

"5 minutes."

"Crap." Both Zoë and Greg cursed, and Greg didn't curse much.

"How many bullets do you have?" Greg looked up at her with a face saying 'Talking first.' Zoë looked at him a second before continuing. "You want to talk at least 5 terrorists with guns down?"

"Fair enough. " He checked his gun. "With this magazine, 15. You?" She didn't even need to check her gun.

"Same. So let's make them count." Greg nodded and walked towards the supervisor.

"We don't have silencers on our guns, they do. So as soon as we fire a shot there will be a panic attack in the cabin. I need you and your staff to keep them as calm as you can. But wait with telling your staff until you heard the first shot. It's going to sound pretty loud in here." The man nodded, Greg noticed he was nervous. "Are you okay?"

"I have a family."

"We all do. Just think about seeing them when we get out of here tonight."

"If, we get out of here."

"When. I need to go back. When the guys walk to the front, don't try to stop them. Okay?" The man nodded before Greg turned back to the cockpit.

"They'll place their shots right, they don't want to damage the plane they need to control it." Zoë and Greg took their places on either sides of the door, waiting for the men they knew were coming.

…

The man in 9D checked his watch and got up, he looked back towards the rest and nodded. The others got up as well. The six of them walked towards the cockpit and entered it.

The first man was able to fire one shot before getting shot himself. The second, third and fourth weren't able to get a single shot out. They were too surprised to. The fifth and sixth were both able to get a shot out. Zoë could hear screaming inside the airplane, lot's of it. Then the shots stopped.

Zoë looked towards the pilots and noticed they both had been shot. She walked over to check on them. Danny had a bullet in his shoulder joint and was screaming out in pain. Jake had a bullet in his forearm, it looked like the bullet was stuck in his Ulna. It was painful enough to make sure he couldn't fly an airplane.

"Greg, we've got two pilots and neither can fly now." No answer. "Greg?" She turned around to see another terrorist, he had a gun to his head. Greg was being threatened with his own gun. Zoë swallowed and pointed her gun at the man. "Let him go or I will shoot."

A/N I'm glad Zoë and Greg have been able to stop them, but what now?!

Yes, it was smallish. But I wanted to leave you with another cliffhanger, and make sure you didn't have to wait too long after the last one.

Didn't mean to step up anyone's toe, I know I did a racial profiling. But it's my story and they had about an half hour to figure it out, giving them a group to focus on was just me making it easy for them.