A/N Was planning on wrapping it up in a couple of chapter when I thought of something. To any of you I promised a cliff hanger, it´s still there, I just changed it this morning so it´s now a different kind of shocking! It's short though, because I really wanted this cliff hanger.

Rated T for a few cuss words and all the suspense I put in here.. nah, not that bad.

Previously:

"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.

…

Greg and Ed walked into his house.

"Soph, is it okay if Greg stays over?" Sophie walked into the hallway, carrying Isabelle. Ed took her from Sophie.

"Yes, of course. You can sleep on the pullout couch." Greg put his bag down, he didn't look like himself. "Is everything okay?"

"Zoë kicked me out." She looked at Ed.

"Was she right to?" It was silent for a couple of seconds.

"Yes, she was." Greg answered. "It has to do with work."

"I know how that feels. Give her space, she'll probably forgive you." Sophie said before walking back to the kitchen.

"Hey, Mr Parker." Clark walked into the kitchen. "Zoë here?"

"No, just me Clark." He watched as Clark nodded. "How about I make dinner? You're letting me stay here and got a baby."

"That would be great Greg."

…

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ed walked down carrying a crying baby.

"It's 3 in the morning, what are you doing up?" He prepared a bottle and sat down to give it to her.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Thinking about Zoë?" He nodded. "Know what you're going to do yet?"

"No, I don't. I love her, but I know I'll probably hurt her again."

"Probably, but that's kinda how it works. She was getting pretty emotional in the locker-room."

"But I can't do that to her. She needs someone who's going to be around." He looked down at the table. "Not some old drunk."

"You think she's out of your league."

"She is."

"So the fact that she's been living with you for what, half a year? Just doesn't matter?"

"Someday she'll see the real me Ed."

"I think she's seen the real you a long time ago, Greg. And I'm pretty sure she loves him."

"I just don't know. She deserves better."

"You are what she wants, doesn't that matter the most?" Ed was trying to rock Isabelle back to sleep, it seemed to be working. "Not too long ago you were thinking about marrying her, what's changed?"

"She kicked me out."

"It's what women do. And then after apologizing and maybe some grovelling we go back."

"I'll think about it Eddie." Ed yawned.

"I'm going back to bed. I suggest you do the same." He got up and walked back up the stairs.

…

Zoë lay awake staring at the ceiling. Apparently she couldn't sleep without Greg, she was tired enough she just missed the weight of his arm around her middle or the feel of his heartbeat under her palm. Was she right to kick him out? She had thought so at the moment, but she just missed him now. She really wanted to go over to Ed's but she knew she shouldn't.

…

Greg was up early, he had fallen asleep on the kitchen table about an hour after Ed left. He now had a stiff neck. He decided to make pancakes. He knew everyone would be up soon. Clark had just sat down in the kitchen when his phone buzzed.

'Sorry Clark, but I'm too tired to run. Tomorrow?'

'Sure, tomorrow sounds good. I'll ask me dad if he feels like it.' He put the phone down and took a bite of the pancakes Greg had made.

"These are pretty good." Ed walked in 10 minutes later. "Dad, want to go running with me?" Ed hadn't been joining them since the baby was born. Every minute he didn't spend at work he spent with his family.

"Zoë not coming?"

"No." Greg looked up from the stove.

"Sure, let me just ask your mother." He walked out again.

"Zoë's not coming here?" Clark looked up, he didn't know they had a fight. But he suspected it.

"Nope, just texted me."

Greg left about 10 minutes later.

…

He walked in the house and put his bag next to the door.

"Zoë?" She walked from the kitchen. Man, she was happy to hear his voice. She walked into the living room. She was so happy she wanted to jump him, but she told herself not to. "We need to talk." He did not sound happy.

"Okay." Her brow furrowed, he was going to apologize.. Right? He walked towards the couch and sat down on it. She sat down next to him, turned so she could face him.

"I've been thinking a lot." She nodded, thinking was good. "And you are right, too many people in your life have died already."

"Yeah?" Where was he going with this?

"And staying with Ed got me thinking. I love you, " She smiled at him. "but" o-oh. "I think it would be better if I move out." It took Zoë a second to process what he just said.

"What?" She was shocked. She thought they would be making up by now, not breaking up. "You can't move out." She got up. "I love you, you love me. Why the fuck would you move out?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

"Like you're hurting me right now?" He looked at the ground for a second. "Are you serious about this?"

"I am."

"So we're just breaking up, just like that?" He nodded. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

"No, no that's a bullshit reason. Like, it's not you it's me, you deserve so much better, I'm not good enough for you. I want the real reason, Greg."

"You want the real reason? Fine, I don't think I'm good enough for you. You are young and gorgeous. And I'm just an old alcoholic."

"Former, alcoholic."

"And someday you are going to find out about the real me. And you're not going to like what you see."

"I know the real you." Greg didn't know what to say, he loved her but he thought this is what is best for her.

"Zoë."

"Fine, go stay at a hotel for a week. I'll stay at an hotel for a week. If you still feel like we should break up. Fine, but I don't want you to make a rash decision." He nodded.

…

Greg had left with a bag 5 minutes ago. Zoë was sitting on the couch. How did this happen? She grabbed her phone and called Ed.

"Hello." He sounded like he was out for a run.

"What did you say to Greg?"

"Nothing, why?"

"He just broke up with me. Because you made him think."

"What? I didn't.. I said he should go back to you."

"Clearly he didn't get the message. Great Ed, awesome." She hung up. She knew it wasn't Ed's fault but her emotions were all over the place right now.

…

They had a quiet day so far, only one call. Zoë asked Donna if she could stay in the truck, saying she was too distracted to be sierra. It was only 2 pm, so they went to the gym. Team one was there as well. Ed walked over to Zoë.

"Want to spar?" She hadn't sparred with a team one member in a while.

"Sure." At least she could put all her anger in her work out.

Ed had her pinned beneath him after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry about Greg." She struggled to get out. "Zoë."

"I don't want to talk about it." Donna noticed something was up, Zoë normally ate with Greg but she hadn't even talked to him today.

…

"So, buddy. What's that I hear about you breaking up with Zoë?"

"You broke up with Zoë?" They turned around, neither had seen Spike behind the row of lockers.

"She deserves someone better."

"I think we talked about that already, she doesn't want someone else."

"And what happens when she does Eddie?"

"That's it. You think she'll leave you." Greg sighed.

"When has she ever given you that impression?"

"In a couple years.."

"You can't think like that." Spike said. "She's not planning on leaving you."

"She wants your kids. And she's been thinking about it for a while."

"I know, but how do you know?"

"We run. She lets things go when Clark's not around. She's been thinking long and hard about it. And if she wants to go through something as painful as childbirth…"

"Ed.."

"You're saying it's not painful? Because I know Sophie would disagree."

"Can we not talk about this?"

"You're really moving out?"

"Thinking about it."

"Well, don't." Spike said. "You're good together, you're just right."

"But what if one day instead of saying 'no' to some guy asking her out she says yes?"

"That doesn't sound like Zoë." Ed said. "If she was going to cheat on you she would've done it already."

"Everyone knows she's had enough chances." Spike said.

"What?"

"Come on, guys ask her out at O'Malleys every week." Ed told him.

"But she keeps telling them she had a boyfriend who will kick their ass."

"She's proud of you."

"I'm going to my hotel. Great talk guys." Greg grabbed his bag and walked out.

…

A couple of days have passed. Everyone kept bugging Greg to make a decision, but not just a decision. The decision to make things right with Zoë. Team two was out on a call. Zoë was standing next to Donna when a man walked towards them.

"Sir we need you to get back behind the yellow line." Donna said. Before any of them could react the man pointed a gun towards Zoë and fired it twice. Zoë fell on the ground while Donna shot the man. She then kneeled next to Zoë. "Officer down, we need a medic!" One of the uniforms called for an ambulance. "Did your vest take it?"

Zoë lay gasping on the ground, she touched her vest where the bullets hit. She pulled her hand back to see it covered in blood.

"No."

She was having trouble breathing. Both bullets had hit her, it were probably hollow points because they went right through her vest. Donna helped her take the vest off and put her hands on one of the wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Jimmy came running over and tried to do the same with the other wound. Zoë reached into her pocket for her phone. She really wanted to talk to Greg.

"Zoë, hey." She knew he had a day off today.

"Greg." She was gasping for air.

"Zoë, are you okay?"

"Got shot."

"Is it serious?" She could hear the panic in his voice.

"Yes. Greg, I love you."

"I'm getting in my car."

"Greg, I want you to have everything I own."

"Zoë, don't talk like you're going to die. You're not going to die, you hear me?!"

"I love you."

"I'm not going to say it back, because you're not dying."

"Say it back."

"You're not dying."

"I think one of them hit my heart and the other my lung, Greg.."

"I love you too. Don't die Zoë, I'm on my way. Don't you dare die, you hear me?" Zoë was having more trouble breathing and her eyes were starting to feel heavy. She could hear an ambulance approaching.

"Got to go, ambulance is here." She hung up.

She lost consciousness while the medics were putting her on the stretcher. They put her on a heart monitor, there was a rhythm. It was uneven and weak, but it was a rhythm.

When she arrived at the hospital they put her in a trauma room so they could see what the damage was. Owen walked towards her to see his friend on the table. He took a breath before checking her vital signs, they were just transporting her towards the OR when she flat lined.