A/N I reread my entire story last night, to make sure there weren't any inconsistencies. Ahum.. I kinda forgot that I said Sophie was 7 months pregnant in chapter 11. Which makes het about 14 months pregnant now… whoopsie.. And then I made her pregnant again in chapter 26… ahum.. double whoopsie… So I will go back to chapter 26 and un-do her pregnancy xD Let's just say that Sophie is now 9 months pregnant, because undoing the pregnancy in chapt 11 will make me change too much. So, 9 months pregnant. This is one of the reasons I'm not an actual writer. Let's blame fanfiction.

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Previously:

"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."

…

"Zoë wake up." Greg shook her. She woke up panting. "You're okay, just a dream." Zoë stared at the ceiling for a little while. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I crashed the airplane. Was the only one alive. I killed you, and all those other people."

"You didn't kill me. I'm right here." He pulled her to him.

"I know. Think those reporter will hunt me?"

"Probably" Greg's phone rang. "Not again.." Their phones had been ringing all night. Relatives and friends had been calling them asking if they were okay. He talked to the person on the phone for a minute before hanging up.

…

They were awoken by Zoë's phone early in the morning.

"Whoever you are, yes I am fine."

"It's agent Smith., from the FBI."

"Oh, hi."

"We just wanted to let you know that the investigation is finished and you are cleared. We are going to give a press conference later in the morning."

"That was quick, I expected it to last weeks."

"Yes, well we wanted to wrap it quickly."

"Okay, anything I have to do?"

"No, just keep your mouth shut until after the conference."

"Okay, got it. Thanks agent Smith." She hung up. "Investigation is done, press conference is later in the morning."

"Good." Greg replied. "We have to go to work in an hour."

"I know, can you even work with that shoulder?"

"I'll just be in the truck. I'll be fine." Her phone rang again. She checked callers ID and noticed it was Owen Hunt, she had completely forgotten to call him back.

"Hi, I'm sorry.."

"Forgot all about me didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did."

"It's okay. Did everything turn out okay?"

"Yes, everything was good. I think the pilots were transferred to your hospital."

"They are."

"Can you give me their rooms? I want to visit them."

"They're both in 2045."

"Thanks, I'll stop by after work, are you working?"

"I am. Just call me or have me paged."

"Okay, see you then. bye" She hung up.

…

All the reporters were gone by the time Zoë and Greg left for work. The press conference was in an hour and a half so they probably wanted a good spot. They walked into SRU and wished Winnie a good morning. They stopped in front of the locker-rooms.

"Let's keep the peace" Greg smiled at her.

"Let's show the world why we wear the cool pants." She smiled back. "Greg," she called him back as he had already turned away. "Be careful."

"You too."

…

"So, how was your holiday?" Donna asked as Zoë entered the locker-room.

"It was good."

"Rocky ending though." Jules said.

"Why, what happened?" Donna asked.

"What rock have you been living under?" Jules looked up from her locker.

"TV and internet is down and we don't have a radio. What happened?"

"Nothing." Zoë said before changing. They both got the hint and didn't mention it again.

…

"Hey Zoë." It was Ed. "Sophie wanted me to say hi and thank you for.." Jules walked up behind Zoë and signalled for Ed to cut the subject. "Keeping Clark in line."

"I like Clark." Zoë knew he was going to say something different but was happy to drop it. Did everyone in her surroundings know someone on that damn plane?

She walked into the gym to find team one and two training.

…

She had been training for an hour or so when her phone rang.

"Zoë."

"Zoë, Jeremy Kroes."

"Hi,"

"Ik bel even om te zeggen dat de hoorzitting over 2 maanden is en begint op 17 Juni."
(I'm just calling to let you know the trial will be in two months, it starts the 17th of June.)

"Okay, dankjewel. Ik zal er zijn." They said goodbye before hanging up.
(Okay, thanks. I'll be there.)

"Donna." She walked towards her. "Patrick's trial is in two months. I need time off, would that be okay?"

"In the Netherlands?" Zoë nodded. "Yes, of course. Any idea how long it'll take?"

"Around two weeks."

"I'll take care of it with Holleran."

"Thanks."

…

The day was pretty quiet, they had put the press conference on. It was nothing special. They didn't release her name but she was sure everyone knew it anyway. They explained it all. How there happened to be two cops on board who were able to prevent an attack, to how the pilots were wounded and one of the cops had to land the plane. She was sure the reporters were going to crowd them again. They went home that night, using the back entrance of their building, and relaxed.

Somehow they had gotten her phone number. Because reporters kept calling her, wanting an interview. To which she would keep saying that it wasn't going to happen.

…

Zoë walked through the hospital doors, Greg had gone home to start on dinner. She walked to the desk.

"Hi, can you tell me where room 2045 is?"

"Take the elevator to the second floor go to your left. You should have no trouble finding it."

"Thank you."

She walked away, took the elevator and turned left. She knocked before she entered the room.

"Jake is sleeping again I see." Danny looked up from his book.

"Hi, he doesn't do anything else." She walked towards Danny, she would wake Jake in a second.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm good. I can keep my arm, they weren't sure when I came in."

"Good, I hoped you would."

"You saved my life."

"Don't say that."

"But you did."

"She's modest, always has been." She smiled when she heard Jake talk.

"Now he's awake."

"I'm always awake."

"I remember you sleeping in class."

"Just because it was too easy." They looked at each other for a second. "So, you told your boyfriend about me."

"Don't let it go to your head, he wanted to hear a funny story from high school."

"It's funny, that's for sure. Still have that crush on me?"

"No. I'm happy now. Did you get married?"

"I'm just 26, plenty of time to get married. Besides, I would be away most of the time. Don't know how those guys do it."

"I wouldn't be able to be married to a pilot, that's for sure."

"We're called captain now." Danny said.

"Fancy." They heard knocking and she turned around to see Owen. "Hey, I was just about to give you a call. Heard Danny can keep his arm." Owen nodded.

"Me and Dr Torres had to fight for it though."

"You were able to keep it. That's what's important. Buy you a coffee?" He nodded. She turned back to Jake and Danny. "I'll come by in a few days." They nodded and said goodbye.

…

"Thank you for picking up the phone when I was up in the air. Didn't want to give him an overdose."

"My pleasure. You did pretty good with those bandages. "

"Thanks, I tried my best." She took a sip from her soda. "So, how are you doing?"

"I asked Christina to marry me."

"Wow. That's big."

"It is, she said yes. You?"

"I live together with Greg."

"Wow, for you that's really big."

"It is. It's going good to." They had talked for a little while before Zoë told him she had to go.

…

"Maybe you should talk to one of them." Greg said after several days. The reporters kept calling her.

"I don't think that will make them stop."

"You don't know until you try."

"Fine, the next one to call me and ask for an interview, I will do it."

"Maybe it works."

"Maybe." It was a couple of hours before she got another call.

"Zoë."

"Ms Washburn, my name is Steven Dempsey from CTV-news calling again. I was wondering if you reconsidered on our interview?"

"I have."

"You have?" He sounded shocked.

"Yes, but I'm only doing one interview."

"Okay, wow that's great. You could come by the studio, or I could come by you?"

"I will come to you. But I want to see what you're airing before you do so. That's the only way I'm doing it."

"Yes, of course. When can you come by?" They were eager to have her, he didn't care what he had to do for it.

"How about you give me the address and I'll leave here in 15."

"Yes, great. How about I text it to you?"

"Sounds good, see you soon." She hung up.

"So you're going to give an interview?" Zoë nodded. "I have to work in half an hour anyway."

"Exactly." She walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. When she returned Greg was already dressed. "Wow, you're ready early." She looked into the closet and grabbed some clothes. He looked at what she was planning on wearing

"Figured you were going to dress fancy for TV."

"Nope, just jeans and a shirt. I only dress up for sexy SRU-men." She smiled at him.

"Damn, I'll never see you dressed up." He joked.

"Sure you will, when I go out with Spike." She smiled at him.

"I knew there was something going on between you two."

"I can't believe you haven't called me on it yet. It's quite the affair." He walked up behind her and gave her a kiss in her neck.

"Is it now?"

"Ow yes, very. Now that's a man who knows how to please." She smiled, she always liked the playfulness they have.

"He does?" He wrapped his arms around her middle while she continued putting on some mascara.

"Ow yeah, everywhere to. Locker-rooms, showers, briefing room table."

"Briefing room table? Going to have to call him on that one. And I'll never be able to look at that table the same." Zoë laughed and turned around in his arms so she faced him.

"I have to go." He wouldn't let her go. "You have to go."

"Guess you're going to have to talk yourself out of here." She kissed him and felt his hands move to her hips. She then stepped back and walked away. "That's how you talk subjects down?" He followed her. "Think I'll rob a bank in your next shift." She smiled while putting on her sneakers and jacket. "You rarely wear heals." It was a simple observation.

"Only when I dress up for Spike." She grabbed her keys. "I'll call you when I'm done. Let you know how it went."

…

She walked into the studio and walked towards the desk.

"I'm Zoë Washburn, I've got a meeting with Steven.. Dempsey," The woman nodded and picked up the phone.

"Zoë Washburn."

"Okay, will do." She put the phone back down. "Take the elevator to the 4th floor, he'll be waiting by the elevator." Zoë nodded and walked away. She pushed the button to the fourth floor and got out of the elevator, she looked around for a second.

"Ms Washburn." She turned around to see a man walking towards her.

"Please, Zoë." She shook the hand he had extended.

"Come with me please." She followed him to a studio. "Because you want to see the footage first we're not going to put you on live." Zoë nodded. "We've got you planned for primetime."

"Primetime? Why?"

"Because we're the first you're talking to and everyone wants to know it. You're big right now." Zoë raised her eyebrows.

"The only reason I'm here is because reporters keep bugging me and I just want to get on with my life."

"Got it. Now, thank you for being here. We're going to put you through make-up and then we can start in 5 minutes. Okay?" Zoë nodded.

"Are you going to ask me questions?"

"Yes. Any subjects you want to avoid?"

"Depends, how good did you do your homework?"

"Good, you're parents died when…" She cut him off.

"Okay, you did your homework. I don't want to talk about any of that." The man nodded.

…

"Camera rolling, action."

"Good evening, my name is Steven Dempsey and I'm here with Zoë, the woman who landed an airplane containing over 500 people without any kind of training." He turned towards Zoë. "Thank you for being here, there's been quite the talk about you for the past days."

"Yes, my phone has been ringing non-stop."

"We've been trying to get you for days. What made you change your mind?"

"Reporters sleep in front of my house. I want to move on."

"The FBI has held a press conference, but we want to hear it from you. When did you know something was wrong?"

"There was a man with a gun and silencer in his bag. I checked with the staff but he wasn't supposed to."

"Right, because you were returning from a holiday with your boyfriend. Correct?"

"Yes. We were the only ones allowed to carry guns."

"Then what happened, how did you go from seeing a gun to flying over 500 people?"

"We're both police so we stayed calm, tried to keep the staff calm and not alarm the terrorists or the passengers."

"Because you deal with dangerous situations every day."

"Yes, we get shot at almost on a daily basis."

"And then the men wanted to take it over, how did they try?"

"They waited until everyone was asleep and we were over land and then they entered the cockpit."

"Where you and Greg shot them."

"Yes, there were 6 of them and two of us. I went to check on the pilots, they both got shot. When I turned back to check on Greg he had a gun to his head."

"So there was another."

"Yes. We expected 5 and there were 7."

"But your boyfriend was fine?"

"Yes, I was able to shoot the seventh before he could harm him."

"And then you flew a plane." She smiled.

"Yes, pretty much. I had the help of one of the pilots, he was shot so he couldn't fly. But he had a clear mind."

"How did that feel?"

"I always thought flying a plane would be pretty cool. But I never thought I would do it with two shot pilots, no training and with over 500 lives literally in my hands. Honestly, I was scared to death."

"Because at that point, you were the only one in the cockpit who wasn't hurt?"

"Yes, I had traffic control on my headphone and I was talking to the pilot who wasn't drugged up."

"You had painkillers for the other?"

"Yes, he was shot in his joint. He was hurting so we doped him. Me and Jake then.."

"Jake?"

"The pilot. We landed the plane."

"What was the first thing you did once the plane had come to a stop on the airstrip?"

"Throw up." She smiled. "The adrenaline was rushing through me. And I fully realised I could've killed us all. But I couldn't have done it without Greg."

"They're all fine now? The pilots and your boyfriend?"

"Yes, I went to visit the pilots yesterday. They're good. And Greg is fine."

"Do you realise you have prevented over 500 deaths, since we don't know what they were planning on doing with the plane it could be over 1000 people."

"I do"

"You don't look happy talking about it."

"Am I glad we saved all those people, of course. But everyone keeps forgetting I had to take lives to do so. Of course they were bad people, they were hijacking a plane, no doubt about it. But people nonetheless. Everyone keeps bringing it up like I'm a hero, but I don't see it that way. I think they don't know what it's like."

"Do you think you have PTSD?" She thought for a second.

"No, I've had PTSD. I used to wake up screaming, fireworks freaked me out that kind of stuff. But not this time."

They wrapped up the interview. Zoë waited while they edited it. She then watched it and said it was okay. Afterwards she left for home.

…

Zoe was just in her car on her way home when Sophie called.

"Hey, Soph. How are you?"

"It's Clark, mom's in labour, her water just broke. I can't drive and there aren't any ambulances. Dad isn't picking up." Zoe maybe a u-turn and ignored the honking cars.

"On my way, be there in 3. Grab her bag and walk her outside."

Sophie and Clark were just walking outside when Sophie pulled up. They quickly put her on the backseat before speeding off. Zoë asked Clark to call the hospital and tell them they were on their way.

…

Clark was with his mother while Zoë waited in the hallway. Ed still didn't pick up his phone, so she decided to try Greg.

"Hey Zoë."

"Hey Greg, Ed around?"

"Yeah, want to talk to him?"

"Just tell him Sophie's at the hospital and his new baby is about to be born."

"Wow, okay. I will." He hung up the phone.

…

Ed came running in and was glad to see Zoë standing in the hallway, she pointed to a door and Ed walked in. It was an hour or so later when he walked out, baby in his arms. His whole team and Zoë were there. Clark was still inside with his mom.

"Meet Isabelle Zoë Lane." Ed told the group. Zoë's brow furrowed, did they…. He looked so proud. They all crowded him. "You want to hold her?" He asked Zoë after a couple of minutes.

"Are you sure?"

"We named her after you, I'm pretty sure you won't hurt her."

"I'd love to." She looked down holding a tiny baby in her arms. "She's cute." She looked up at Ed. "Why?"

"You saved her life twice, before she was even born. I think that's a pretty great example." She smiled at him, personally she thought it was too much. She then looked down at the baby before handing him back to Ed.

"Is it okay if I go see Sophie?" Ed nodded.

…

"Hey Soph." She said as she walked in.

"Hey, did Ed tell you?" She looked tired.

"Yeah he did." She looked up at Clark. "How does it feel to be a big brother?" He smiled proudly.

"Pretty damn good."

...

While Zoë was with Sophie Ed had handed Isabelle to Jules and turned to Greg.

"She wants kids."

"I know Eddie."

"I mean, she wants them yesterday."

"We both want to get married before having a kid Ed."

"Think you're ready for that?"

"Yeah, but we've only been living together for half a year."

"You think it's too early."

"Crossed my mind." Ed nodded.

…

It had been a few weeks, Greg had been right giving that interview had helped. They were leaving her alone. Today was Friday, her day off. She decided to watch some TV. She was searching the channels for something to watch when she came across news. It was on scene, she noticed the SRU-truck. Greg was on shift, she was sure he was there.

She watched as Greg walked towards the man with the gun. She couldn't make out what they were saying. But she noticed Greg didn't have back up. At least not that she could see. He took the cartridge out of his gun and placed both on the ground.

"You got to be kidding me." She mumbled to herself.

The man, a junkie by the look of it, then lowered the gun a little. She watched as Greg took of his bullet proof vest.

"What is he…"

They stood there for a couple of minutes before she saw Ed walking in, gun raised. The man pointed his gun at Greg but didn't have a chance to shoot as Ed shot him. Zoë got up and walked towards their bedroom.

…

She walked into SRU.

"Winnie, that call today, was it a junk?"

"Yes, with a gun in need of some cocaine."

"Thanks. They in the locker room?" Winnie nodded. Zoë walked away, gym bag in hand. She walked through the door in the men's locker room. Not bothering to knock.

"Cover up what you don't want seen." Spike quickly grabbed a towel and put it around his hips. She walked towards Greg, he was wearing just his jeans. "You idiot." She was angry. "What were you thinking today?!" She didn't give him time to answer. "Were you thinking?"

"Zoë."

"No, you could have died. There was a very real possibility, you took off your vest and gun in front of an armed junk!"

"Zoë."

"I can't lose you, don't you get that? Too many people have died in my life, you can't die."

"He wasn't a threat."

"Ed seemed to think differently, because he shot him. And I seem to agree with Ed." The guys were standing there, they knew they shouldn't watch but they couldn't help themselves. "Promise me you will never do something that stupid again."

"I can't promise you that, it's my job."

"No, no it's not your job to put yourself in danger. Stuff happens on this job, we get shot at and every now and then one hits us. I can handle that because you're wearing body armour, but if you take off your vest you're asking for it."

"I'm sorry I hurt you with that but I'm not going to promise that." She threw him the gym bag. "What's in this?" He zipped it open to find his clothes and toiletries.

"You're not coming home until you apologize. I'm sure you can stay with Ed or Wordy." He put the bag on the bench and stepped closer to her. She took a step back, trying to keep her tears at bay. "No, you think about it. Promise me you'll never do it again or tell me you can't. But if you can't promise me to keep your vest on we're over. Because I can't handle you dying." She was sure everyone noticed the tears in her eyes. "You let me know tomorrow." She turned around and walked away.

Greg sat down on the bench and sighed.

"You can stay with me. Help with the baby." Ed smiled at him. He knew this was the first time they had a fight like this and Greg had been seriously thinking about asking her to marry him.

A/N Oooee.. whatever will happen?