Disclaimer: The speech is taken from memory and from the Die Hard script from . Die Hard and its characters do not belong to me but Amelia does, obviously. Enjoy.

"No you mother fucker no no, turn the fucking truck around!"

" What happened?"

I asked frightened. My answer is given to me, when the elevator 'pings' dully and John drags me and him behind a desk.

The elevator door opens and a black silhouette steps out into the darkness. He fumbles around for a moment before switching on the lights, I had moved from the desk trying to follow John but I lost him in the dark, so now crouched quietly behind a wall. The light illuminates a pale short haired blonde man holding a poised machine gun around his neck. The man heads slowly in the direction where we were last.

"The fire has been called off, my friend. No one is coming to help you. You might as well come out and join the others." He continued his advancement, cocking the gun as he spoke.

"I promise not to hurt you."

He delved to where we were firing his weapon at the empty space, I gasped in surprise but another noise covered it up. Where was John? Maybe I could help him get this guy?

"Don't shoot... Please."

I shouted from behind my spot, I would play the bait so John could corner this man, or at least I'd die or get captured...Oh god! I hadn't thought this through.

"I didn't mean to upset you, I just ran, I got scared, I'm sorry, please don't shoot!"

I begged, my voice wavered as I spoke, one part of me was terrified, the other completely calm, trusting my one sided plan and John's potential good nature.

" Come out then and I'll take you downstairs with the others."

He crept towards where I was hiding, Please save me John, I begged in my head.

I stepped out with my arms raised in a surrendering position, my flat shoes dragging along the floor and my heart pounding viciously. I was staring a mercenary in the face and he looked so calm. His accent was heavily doused in German.

Behind him, John jumped out gun cocking as he put it to the back of his head.

"Drop it dickhead, it's the police."

The German swivelled on his heel to turn to John, forgetting about me while the bare footed man held a hand gun to his head,

"You won't hurt me. you're a policeman, there are rules for policemen."

He spoke slowly, trying to sound confident in what he was saying, John smiled almost mockingly.

"Yeah, so my captain keeps telling me."

Suddenly John lashes out, smashing the handle of his weapon against the German mans head. A struggle begins the two men and I cower behind the wall again and they pass me firing gun shots at each other, both dodging as they can. The German is suddenly grasped around the neck and dragged through plastic wall partitions and out into the stairwell, the sound of them falling follows straight after.

Petrified for John's health I follow to see them both lying at the bottom of the stairs, I rush down to see John move to pick up the blonde's head and drop it with a sickening limpness.

"My God, John are you ok?"

I quickly kneel down to help him shift away from the dead man, he grunts slightly as I help him.

"What the fuck was that?"

He questions aggressively looking me in the eyes, suddenly I worry and think back to my badly put together plan.

"You're lucky, these bastards won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head. Don't pull that shit again!"

He scolds harshly and I drop my head in shame.

"I'm sorry, I lost you when we moved and I panicked when he shot out, I thought if I distracted him you could get him."

"Lucky it worked out, but just don't fucking do that again, you're just a kid!"

I looked up into his eyes, his sparkling green eyes showed nothing but concern, I think through his tough exterior and his crude language, he was as scared as I was, although I'd never ask him.

He looks over the corpse and moves over it, checking pockets and unlacing his shoes?

"John..?"

He tries them on and takes a couple of steps before losing his balance slightly and irritably takes them off.

"A million terrorists in the world and I kill the one with feet smaller than my sister."

He grunts as he kicks them off, I smile lightly at him. He moves to grab the body and haul it back upstairs, I grab the feet surprise etched in John's face as I help.

We place the body on one of the office chairs, John starts to move it until he stopped unexpectedly looking at one of the desks to where some paper and Christmas decorations were. He scribbles and looks back at his efforts with a smile on his face.

"Now I have a machine gun, Ho Ho Ho?"

I read aloud questionably looking up at John, his behaviour is infectious as I smile albeit feeling slightly repulsed by the joke.

"You want them to know we're up here?"

"No, just me. They can't know I'm with someone, they'll go looking for anyone your close to. Gotta keep anonymous to them!"

He states matter of factly. I arch an eyebrow at him.

"Have you done this before?"

I question as he starts moving the body into the elevator, he moves in it and it closes, quickly stopping as he re-opens it using a screwdriver to hold the door he climbs back out. He turns to me.

"Stay hidden, but keep moving, there's a chance they'll come up to this floor to check things out, take this, just in case and for fuck sake don't die. I'm going to get an idea of what we're dealing with."

He holds my hand open, dropping his pistol in it as he speaks but he doesn't let go, he holds on for a second.

"I'll find you, now use the stairs, move!"

He hops onto the roof of the car. Once on the roof of the car he reaches over the edge and removes the ruler, closing the inside doors and setting the car in motion again and out of sight, leaving me alone.