A/N I don't speak Arab, used google translate. So I'm sorry if any of you do and google raped your language.

And I've never flown an airplane so I may have gotten it wrong, but google got me pretty far.

Thank you for all your reviews, I love getting them :)

Alicat(guest):
I'm glad you liked the vacation and baby time. Who's going to save Greg and fly the plane? Well that's easy to answer, they crash and burn and everybody dies. Go find out if I just lied to you.

Zombiegirl23(Guest):
I'm glad you hate cliffhangers, I'm usually very bad at creating them. But his was an easy one. I don't know where I got the terrorist thingy from. Don't think I got it from 9/11, but unconsciously maybe a little. Let's hope my ending is a little better.

Previously:

"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."

…

Zoë noticed blood streaming down Greg's arm.

"وسوف تطلق النار عليه!" Zoë was glad he used one of the sentences she remembered from Iraq.

"Put the gun down."

"!وسوف تطلق النار عليه" The same sentence.

"Sir, do you speak English?"

"وسوف تطلق النار عليه" The same sentence. Apparently he didn't speak English. She noticed the safety was on.

"Jake, how long until we land?"

"Less than an hour." She man escalated and started pushing the gun harder into Greg's head.

"Safety is on, duck." She told Greg, he did so immediately and she put a bullet between the man's eyes. "Are you okay?" Greg nodded. She checked if any off the man had pulses before returning back to Greg.

"Just my arm." Zoë ripped off the sleeve. "I loved this shirt."

"It already had a bullet hole in it." Looked like the bullet was stuck somewhere in his shoulder. But it had missed the joint. He would be okay. She let out a breath."You're good, probably won't need surgery. Just don't move your arm to much, it'll start hurting once the adrenaline is gone. But keep your fingers moving. I'll go get the supervisor and hopefully a doctor. You talk to the pilots, keep them out off shock. I need at least one off them with a clear mind." Greg nodded and got up, all the while holding his hand against the wound, trying to slow the bleeding down.

Zoë walked towards the supervisor.

"Is there a doctor on that roster?" The supervisor checked and shook his head. "Where is the intercom?" The man pointed towards a phone.

"Just pick it up and start talking." Zoë nodded and walked towards it.

"Attention passengers. My name is Zoë Washburn, I'm a cop. I need you to stay calm, we're controlling the situation. If you're a doctor or nurse please walk to the front." She waited a minute but no one came. She picked up the phone again. "Not even a vet?" Nothing. "Thank you for your cooperation. Please stay seated and don't use your phones. I know this is a scary situation but using a phone will set off the equipment on this airplane and it could give us false reads on things like altitude." She had no idea if a phone would do that, but she didn't want a panic attack on the ground. She put the phone back and walked towards the supervisor.

"I got you all the first aid kits we have on board." He handed her a box with multiple kits.

"Thanks. Can you help me?" The man nodded and followed her towards the cockpit. He froze when he saw 7 bodies. "They're gone. Come on."

They helped Danny out of his chair and sat him on the jump seat. She put some gauze on the wound before wrapping it, trying to do it not to tight so he wouldn't lose his arm. He was in major pain.

Then she walked towards Jake, put him in the co-pilots seat and wrapped his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. That was all she could do for now.

She then walked towards Greg, told him to sit down on the ground and put gauze on his shoulder before wrapping it.

"I can't do any better, I'm not a doctor." She walked towards the flight attendant. "Is there any painkiller in there?" He looked through the bags before grabbing a vial and needle.

"Morphine. "

"You guys have liquid morphine but don't have anyone on board who knows how to give it?" The man nodded. She sighed. "You want some morphine Danny?" Danny nodded. He would have taken anything. "Greg, 120 is lethal. So 40 would take the edge off?" Greg nodded.

"I think 40 will barely take the edge off."

"Well I'm going to call a doctor in a second but I can't leave him like this. "

She filled the syringe with 40cc's off morphine before injecting it. She then walked towards the pilots chair.

"Who's going to fly, I can't like this." Jake asked her.

"I am." Zoë said. "I checked, there's no pilot or even a student on this plane. You can't with that right arm. So you're going to have to help me." She put on a headset. "Can I call a phone number with this?" Jake nodded before pushing a few buttons.

"Just punch in the number here." The phone rang a couple times before it was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Owen, hi. Zoë here, I got a bit of a situation and need your help."

"Zoë I'm working."

"I know, it's a medical situation. I'm going to tell you something and I need you to keep it quiet."

"Okay."

"I'm on a plane, they just tried to hijack it. One of the pilots has a bullet to his shoulder joint. It's hurting like hell, we've got some morphine here. It's in a sterile vial and it's intended for injection. I just injected him with 40cc, I knew that was okay."

"Full grown male?"

"Yes. About 80kg."

"You can give him another 40 if the pain is barely subsiding."

"Thanks, I got to go, we need to land this thing in half an hour."

"Good luck. Call me afterwards, will you?"

"Okay, bye." Jake broke the connection and put a headset on himself. "Jake, I can't give you morphine. I know you're in pain. But I need you with a clear mind. I need you to tell me what to do. Think you can do that?" Jake nodded. "Greg, you can give him another 40cc if it doesn't help much."

"Let's call air traffic control. Tell them what happened." He pushed a few buttons. "Traffic control this is flight 1024, do you copy?"

"Go ahead flight 1024"

"There has just been an attempted hijacking. Two Toronto police officers have been able to prevent it."

"1024, did you say attempted hijacking?"

"I did. I'm one of the pilots, we both got shot and are unable to land. So one of the police officers will have to do it. Can you alert all airplanes in the area and hold off on landing and departing until we have landed, just to be safe?"

"1024, copy that. I will put you through to my supervisor." It was silent for a minute.

"1024, my name is Dave. You want us to hold off on arriving and departing until you have landed because of an attempted hijacking which hurt both pilots?"

"That's right."

"1024, copy. Are you under any kind of duress right now?"

"No duress. The police officers were able to shoot the hijackers."

"1024, copy. Any casualties?"

"7 bodies and 3 wounded."

"1024, copy. Ambulances will be waiting. The officer who's going to land this plane, does he have a headphone on?"

"I do."

"Okay, all flights have been delayed until further notice."

"Good, one of the pilots has a clear mind and will help me through it. Do you mind staying on the line so you can help?"

"Staying on the line."

…

Team one was working out in the gym. They didn't have to start until tomorrow but they got pretty bored at home and decide to work out together.

"Wordy turn that up." It was Ed, Wordy did as told.

"..There has just been word that a flight to Toronto may have been hijacked. We don't know much at this point but we will keep you posted.." They all stopped.

"They're returning today, aren't they?" Spike asked, Ed nodded and changed the channel, knowing every channel would pick it up but hopefully they knew more.

"..There have been shots fired on a flight to Toronto. There are casualties. This is all we know at this point" They all got up and walked towards Winnie's desk.

"Winnie, what do you know about this hijacking?"

"Not much, it was a flight from Europe." They looked at each other. "What am I missing?" Winnie asked them.

"Greg and Zoë are on that flight." Spike said, horror visible in his eyes.

"Winnie contact air traffic control and tell them two of us are on there."

…

"1024, I'm patching someone through you might know."

"Copy" She looked behind her. Greg was still with the other pilot. Trying to stop both of their bleedings. Zoë knew the bullet wound wasn't dangerous, but Greg could still bleed out if it took them too long.

"Hello?" It was Ed.

"Ed, so nice of you to call. What's going on?" Ed noticed Zoë sounded very nervous.

"You tell me."

"They tried to hijack the plane. We got it under control. Don't have much time, I need to start descending in 5 minutes."

"You?"

"They shot the pilots. So I'm going to do it. Greg got shot to. They're going to have ambulances ready."

"Did you get shot?"

"Would I be flying if I did? No time for chit chat. Have to go." Jake broke the connection.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts. We will start our descend." Jake said over the speakers.

"You want to tell them you're landing it?" Jake asked Zoë

"And cause more panic? I'm nervous enough as it is."

…

Jake was able to get the airplane down and into the right angle with auto-pilot by turning knobs and pushing buttons. But Zoë now had to land it, and they couldn't do that on auto pilot.

"Take the stick." She grabbed it. "I'm going to turn auto pilot off. Keep it level. I'm going to help you." He turned off autopilot. He could only use one arm, lifting the right caused too much pain. Zoë felt it vibrate a little. She now had hundreds of lives in her hands, literally. She took a couple of breathes. Jake put his hand on one of hers and helped her steer it to the left a little. "See the airstrip?" Zoë nodded. "We have to position it exactly in front of us."

"So left?" She asked him. Not taking her eyes of the airstrip.

"Yes, a little to the left an descend a little." He helped her do that, it went pretty smooth. "Good. Now keep descending like this. Just keep the stick just like this." Zoë noticed the ground coming closer and closer. Her heart was beating in her throat. "Now, let's get us into the right position. Pull the stick towards you just a little and push it down." Zoë did as told while he took gas back. "A little more." She carefully pulled it towards it some more. Her hands were sweating like crazy. "Good. Now in about 2 minutes we're going to hit the ground. When I say 'Go' pull the stick towards you as hard as you can. Okay?" She nodded and watched as the ground came closer. "Go" she pulled it towards her as hard as she could until they came to a complete stop. It was a rocky landing, she had flown many times, but this was the rockiest landing she ever had. She heard clapping.

She got up and ran towards a lavatory before throwing up in it. She then splashed some water in her face before returning to Jake.

"You okay?" Greg asked as she walked past.

"Yeah. I'm good." She sat down in the seat. "I always hate when people clap after a landing. But right now, I appreciate it." Jake smiled at her. "You three still doing okay?"

"I'm okay." It was Danny.

"I'm good." Greg answered. She then looked at Jake, who nodded.

"You did good. Let's bring it home." He turned his microphone on. "Air traffic control, this is 1024. Do you copy?"

"1024, we copy. Good job landing."

"What gate do you want us on?"

"G16"

"Copy, moving there now." He turned the microphone off again. "Just like driving a car from now on."

She grabbed hold of the stick. He gave a little gas and told her where to go. They came to a stop at the gate.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain. Please stay seated, you are not allowed to go out yet. There are wounded staff and passengers. Please allow us to let them out first." The flight attendants were ready to hold everyone off. Zoë stayed seated exactly where she was.

"Good job baby." Greg walked towards her. "I'm going to stay with you." She stood up and hugged him pretty tight. He noticed she was shaking.

"No, go to the hospital. I'll meet you back at HQ." She looked at his shoulder. "You lost a lot of blood." Zoë could feel the adrenaline rush through her. "FBI wants me anyway."

"Okay. Whatever you want. I'm proud of you." She grabbed his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. He could see in her eyes that she was still trying to wrap her head around what just happened. He kissed her cheek before one of the medics came to get him. He left with the medics. One of them returned for her.

"No, I'm good. Not hurt. I'll wait here for the FBI. They'll be here soon." Zoë got up and walked towards business class where she leaned against one of the chair and watched everyone go out. A man asked a flight attendant something before walking towards her.

"You're Zoë, right? The woman that was talking to us?" Zoë nodded. "I noticed both pilots were shot. Did you land us?"

"Yeah. I'm just glad I didn't crash us."

"Thank you, I've got a wife and kid. Thank you so much." He shook her hand before walking back and exiting the plane.

…

Men with FBI on their jackets and evidence bags entered the plane.

"Ma'am, are you Zoë Washburn?" Zoë nodded. "We need your gun and statement. Can you follow this man?" Zoë nodded and followed him.

…

They sat down in a room somewhere on the airport. Her hands were still shaking a little. She just wanted to get this over with so she could be with Greg.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Zoë looked at him and nodded.

"Is it being recorded?" He nodded. "Can I get something to drink? I'm thirsty." She pointed towards the two water bottles. The man handed her one. "We were coming back from holiday. I was traveling with my boyfriend, Greg. We both work with SRU here in Toronto. I went to use one of the lavatories. And noticed an Arab man on the first row had a gun in his bag. I used the lavatory before returning to Greg. He went to check and confirmed the man had a gun and silencer."

"Can you point the man out for me?" He put 7 picture on the table. They were taken from the passenger list. She looked at the men and pointed 9D out to him. "Okay, continue."

"Uhm, I then went to talk to one of the flight attendants. Asked him to close the curtain to business class."

"You were travelling in business class?"

"We were, yes."

"How can you afford that on a cops paycheck?" She did not like his tone.

"Are you accusing me of being a terrorist?"

"Are you?" She got up.

"I just landed an airplane, shot men with guns who were trying to hijack it. I have no training whatsoever to land it but I was able to, I did what I could to make sure everyone could go to their families unharmed and you accuse me of being a terrorist?!"

"Are you?"

"I want someone else."

"Ms Washburn."

"No, I'm not answering anything until you get out of here. How dare you accuse me of being a terrorist!" She was pissed.

"I can't give you someone else."

"Then we're going to be here for a very long time."

They stared each other down for a couple of minutes before someone knocked and entered.

"Sir, here is the background check you requested."

"Get me someone else. I'm not talking to him." The man looked between his boss and Zoë.

"Don't" His boss told him and the man quickly exited the room.

"You accuse me of being a terrorist."

"It's my job." He looked into the file. "You've served in Iraq, how do we know you haven't gotten friendly with al Qaida?" This man was pissing her off.

"Because al Qaida killed my friends. Now, I want someone else or I'm going to walk right out that door." The man took out his cuffs and cuffed her to the chair. "Are you kidding me?!"

…

They had been in that room for an hour now. The man kept asking her questions and Zoë kept ignoring him, except for when she asked for an attorney.. A man entered.

"Nathan, how are you doing?"

"Not good sir, she won't talk."

"You keep accusing me of being a terrorist. I just asked for someone else to take my statement."

"Nathan, why is she handcuffed?"

"Sir, she threatened me."

"No I didn't. I said I wanted someone else or I would walk out the door. And I asked for an attorney."

"You don't have a right to an attorney. Because we suspect you of terrorism."

"Nathan, go wait out in the hall. And give me the keys to the cuffs."

"Sir.."

"Nathan now." He said sternly before grabbing the key from him. Nathan exited. "I'm sorry for him." He uncuffed her. "He's new. We don't suspect you of terrorism. You just saved over 500 hundred people."

"Thank you."

"Can you continue telling what happened where you left off?" Zoë nodded.

"So, I asked one of the flight attendants to close the curtain to business class. Then I asked to see the list of passengers and if I could go into the cockpit. He nodded and me and Greg entered the cockpit. We talked to the pilots. One of the pilots, Jake, announced to the passengers that the front lavatories were broken." She took a sip of her water. "We then narrowed down the list of suspects down to 28 men and women from Arab descend. We than pretended to need to use the lavatory so we could walk past them without setting them off. We then confirmed another 4. So we had five."

The man wrote down some notes.

"We then took our positions in the cockpit and waited for them. We couldn't risk setting them of in the cabin and risk a bloodbath. They entered, there were 6, clearly we missed one of them. We shot them. I then noticed they had hit both pilots and went to check on them. They were both unable to fly. Danny had a bullet in his shoulder joint and was screaming out in pain. I turned around to check on Greg when I noticed another terrorist had Greg's own gun to his head." She took a breath.

"I knew he hadn't had any experience with guns because the safety was on. I tried to talk to him but he kept saying 'I'll shoot him' in Arab. That's one of the two sentences I know, I asked him if he spoke English but he just replied with 'I'll shoot him'. He was an immediate threat to Greg so I told Greg the safety was on and told him to duck, he did and I shot the man."

"You valued Greg's life above the man's?"

"I wasn't going to take the risk that he would shoot him or me. Even with the safety on he could've just taken it off and shot any of us. He didn't speak English and I don't speak Arab, so I couldn't talk him down without a translator. And we really didn't have time to get one on the phone. We had to land it in about an hour by that time. So I made a decision."

The man nodded and wrote it down.

"And you stand by it?"

"I do." He nodded before signaling her she could continue. "Then I made an announcement for a doctor, but there was none. Not even a vet. So I used the stuff in the first aid kits. I started with Danny, he was off worst. I packed his wound, then went to Jake and then Greg."

"Priority of life." Zoë nodded. "That couldn't have been easy."

"Both Jake and Greg weren't life threatening. And I know Greg is tough, but it wasn't an easy decision. I asked the supervising flight attendant or whatever that makes him if there were any painkillers. Danny was in much pain. I then gave him morphine before focusing on getting everyone on the ground safe."

The man nodded and shut the microphones off.

"Thank you, do you need a ride home?"

"I could use a ride to SRU."

"Okay, I can't drive you but I've got someone who does."

…

They walked towards the car, they passed what felt like a million reporters. The FBI agent had told her she couldn't answer any questions because of the investigation. So every few reporters he would say it was an ongoing investigation and couldn't answer any questions. She got into the passenger side, to show the media she wasn't a suspect.

…

They dropped her at SRU. She walked towards Winnie.

"Hey, Greg here yet?" She nodded.

"They're in the gym. Keeping an eye on the news. Good job." Zoë smiled half heartedly before making her way to the gym.

"Can you turn the damn news off?" She asked, it was on in the gym.

"There she is!" It was Spike. They all walked towards her. "Are you okay? You stayed away pretty long, and then that FBI officer escorted you."

"I'm fine. Where's Greg?" Spike pointed behind him. "Did you go to the hospital?"

"Where do you think I got the sling?"

"Show me the stitches."

"I'm not taking of my shirt here."

"Then tell me where you will. Because I want to make sure you got yourself checked out." She was visibly shaken.

"I'm fine, come on. Let's talk in private, I'll show you." They walked away.

"Zoë's really shaken." Wordy said.

"Their plane almost got hijacked. He got shot, a guy was holding a gun to his head. I think she's got every reason to be shaken." Jules answered. The men all nodded.

…

They walked into the men's locker room. Zoë watched as he took off his sling and started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. He then took off his shirt and showed her the bandage.

"Want me to take it off?" She shook her head and walked towards him so she could wrap her arms around him. She was careful not to hurt him. He hugged her back. "I'm okay. Like you said, didn't even need surgery." They stood there for a few minutes.

"Let's go back." She said just before she let go of him.

"Can you help me button my shirt. That's kinda hard." She smiled and buttoned his shirt for him and helped him put the sling back on. "You were gone pretty long, how did the FBI go?"

"It was okay, except for the jerk they put me in a room with. Asking me if I was a terrorist."

"He's crazy." He smiled at her and kissed her before they walked back to the gym.

"So, did he get himself checked out?" Ed smiled at her.

"He did."

"Who's going to O'Malleys, I'm buying." Everyone got up at once. "Greg, Zoë?" Greg looked at her.

"Yeah, sure."

…

They walked into O'Malleys, the TV was on. It was of course showing the news.

"Owen, you mind turning that off or to a different channel?" Greg asked.

"Zoë, I saw you on the news. Were you on it?" Murray asked.

"Owen, please?" Ed asked. Owen nodded and turned it off.

They sat down to have a drink. Ed handed her a beer, he knew she rarely drinks.

"You look like you can use it." She nodded and took a swig.

…

It was a little past 7 when Zoë and Greg returned home, they could use the rest. But when the cab dropped them off at their building they noticed media in front of it, lot's of them. They pushed through them and ignored any questions. That was, until one of the reporters blocked Zoë.

"Ms Washburn, are you a terrorist?" Zoë looked up, did he just ask her this?

"No I am not. Now, if you can let me through we've had a long day." The man didn't move. "Move aside or I'll arrest you." She took out her cuffs. The man stood his ground. The doorman walked outside when he noticed Zoë and pushed the obnoxious reporter away so Zoë and Greg could pass by.

"Thanks, Kevin." Greg said after he had closed the door. He tipped him before walking towards the elevator. Kevin followed them.

"Ms Washburn." Zoë turned around, smiling that she still had to remind him to call her Zoë.

"Please, Kevin. Zoë."

"Zoë, my wife and son were on that plane. Thank you for saving their lives."

"You're welcome." Zoë didn't sound to happy. They got into the elevator.

"Why does everyone keep forgetting I had to kill people in order to save others.." Greg pulled her to his side.

"Because you saved their loved ones."

"So did you, and they just forget you."

"Because I didn't kick ass landing an airplane without any training." He smiled before kissing her temple. "Let's go rest."

A/N Aah, I love Greg. I want one of those!