Lewis pulled Olivia straight up, one of his arms still gripping hers as he slid his other hand around her neck. Nick's heart dropped immediately when the lights of their flashlights caught the blade of the knife at Olivia's neck. Olivia was just as puzzled as they were. The knife had suddenly appeared in his hand.

She couldn't even stand up straight as the pain coursed through her.

Time almost stopped as Nick saw her for the first time. Her arm was bleeding. She had multiple lacerations on her face beginning to bruise. Her body trembled. When his light caught another shiny object, he noticed what he wished he wouldn't have. Her belt was undone. He was well aware of the spear that was driven into his soul. It was worse than the last time. The level of uncertainty was the same, but the injuries were so much worse.

She shook from head to toe, no doubt a combination of the pain and the overall situation. Lewis had a knife to her throat. He was going to kill her, and Nick didn't hold the confidence that he could get a shot without Lewis laying the knife into Olivia.

Amanda couldn't breathe. She couldn't swallow. As she stared at Olivia's accepting eyes, she panicked. Her gun was up in front of her as Nick opened his mouth.

"Lewis. Back the hell away from her." She didn't hear even a hint of a shake in his voice.

Nick was livid. Lewis was finally going to get what was a long time coming to him. Yet he was still destroying Olivia. He was holding a knife to her throat, his hand in her hair, freeing her neck for his blade.

Olivia's heart pumped the fastest it had ever gone when she stood, pulling her hands up into a surrender as the blade of the knife was held against her neck. It was over. Lewis swayed behind her as he smiled in the light that now spread across the horizon. Morning was on its way.

"You missed it." He began to speak. Olivia closed her eyes, wishing that he wouldn't say what she knew he wanted to.

Nick trained his gun on Lewis' head as Amanda did the same. Both began to move slowly, splitting up. Lewis noted the movement immediately.

"Stop moving - or she dies." The knife drew blood when he held against Olivia's neck harder. She made a sound of discomfort, halting both Amanda and Nick in their tracks.

Nick was shaking so badly he didn't think he could get an accurate shot off. Everything else in the world disappeared. The rest of his life, his and Amanda's and Olivia's, would change no matter what happened. He couldn't lose Olivia. He couldn't lose his best friend.

"Lewis if you let her go, you'll walk out of this alive." Amanda opened her mouth as she pointed her gun.

Olivia kept her eyes closed, hoping that if she did, the nightmare would disappear.

"See, I wasn't planning on that anyway. Neither was Olivia, were you, Sweetheart?" He let go of her hair and pushed his arm around her chest, making sure she was immobile.

The increased pressure on her throat made Olivia reply. "No."

She could feel the end coming. There was nothing else past that point. It wasn't Nick or Amanda who were in danger. She never wanted it to be that way. It was her life she was ready to give up to end the battle she'd been fighting with Lewis, not theirs.

Her eyes began to produce the tears she wished she could keep inside forever. They brimmed and fell down over her cheeks. Then she opened her eyes. She wanted to die not looking into the darkness, but rather at the people who had loyally become her family.

Brian kept his head in his hands against the steering wheel of the vehicle while he waited in agony. His stomach tied itself into knots so large he felt he would throw up. He was unable to cry with the exhaustion he felt, but he wanted to. He wanted to let it all out.

The radio in his center console was dead after the initial chatter. Not one person had found Olivia. And if they had, they hadn't said anything about it. Maybe no news was good news, but maybe it wasn't.

The horizon lit up with a dark orange following the green. The clock read 5:28.

Nick saw the tears slide down Olivia's face in the beam of his flashlight. He swallowed hard, watching her eyes tell him goodbye. Knowing what she was thinking with only one look was both a blessing and a curse. She was ready to go, but Nick couldn't let it happen. Lewis had taken too much without taking her life.

"Get your radio." Lewis instructed.

Amanda hesitated as she found the tears in Olivia's eyes. Lewis pulled the blade closer into Olivia's neck, drawing more blood as he cut off her air with the other arm. Olivia made another noise. It was enough for Amanda to pick up her radio.

Nick aimed to shoot, but Lewis didn't hold still. What if he swiped the blade across Olivia's neck as he went down? What if he wasn't killed with one shot? What if Nick missed and hit his partner? Amanda was thinking the same things.

"Turn it on, and set it down." Lewis was pleased that she did what he said, slowly and cautiously.

"You're all too late."

Olivia cringed as he kissed her neck. Her entire body wanted to collapse. She thought she soon would, and when she did, it would be over for her. That blade would catch her throat as she went down.

As she looked into Nick's eyes, she read his thoughts. Amanda put her gun back on Lewis while Olivia gave them the words on her own.

"It's ok." Her voice was hardly the one they recognized. It hurt them even more to hear it so broken.

Lewis was angered by the outburst, pushing her chin up. Olivia gasped in terrible anticipation.

Fin's heart pounded as he and a group of others searched the main floor. When their radios crackled to life, they halted.

"You're all too late." It was the chilling voice of William Lewis, no doubt.

They each stood with their guns in their hands, frozen. Fin's chest hurt when he heard the shaking voice of Olivia.

"It's ok."

Quietly, he looked around. They had to be upstairs, but where? There were dozens of staircases - more than that. Each one lead to another unstable, degraded, decaying area of the building. It was unsafe wherever they stepped.

He began to move again, motioning for the others to follow. He would find Olivia if it was the last thing he did.

Olivia lifted her chin when he pulled her backwards. She made her decision then.

Fight until you're dead.

And fight she would. It wasn't over yet. Lewis then pushed her to walk forward. He was shielded completely by her as they neared the top of the stairs. Nick and Amanda back pedaled, feeling every step was one closer to the end of it all.

"All the way back." Lewis hid himself behind her expertly. There was no shot they could take that wouldn't put Olivia in more danger than she already was.

Nick felt the stairs behind him. They were forced to take the first step down as Olivia came toward them, the blade to her neck. Nick knew they had to shoot soon.

Back one step, two steps, three. The sixth and seventh stopped them. The man and his hostage stood above them. Lewis smiled for only a minute and then prepared to do it. As the blade was close to beginning its deadly run, Olivia got the fire back in her eyes. She gritted her teeth as she prepared to do what she had to.

Amanda saw the flame come back into her face. Nick shifted his feet as his finger tightened on the trigger.

Olivia brought her foot out and kicked her heel back into Lewis' bad leg. His hand moved just enough. The knife was mere inches from her jugular as she slipped from his grip.

Nick and Amanda stopped breathing. They could see nothing after Olivia and Lewis disappeared from view. Their legs moved quickly to get up the stairs. Even so, it seemed like they were getting nowhere.

Olivia dropped backward with him as the knife almost fell from his hands. It didn't take long for him to react, but Olivia knew what she was doing. Out of the corner of her eye, when he'd been leading her to push her two teammates down the stairs, she'd seen the gun on the floor. It was still lying there from when their earlier struggle had unfolded. Had Lewis not picked it up?

She went for the weapon immediately, grabbing it, turning her back to Lewis for only a moment. In that moment, Nick and Amanda returned from the stairs, finding Lewis running at Olivia. They couldn't hardly see Olivia in the light, and they couldn't fire without being able to see her clear of the shot. Nick knew it was a risk he had to take. He had to save Olivia before she gave her life to kill Lewis.

He pulled the trigger only once, his stomach dropping when he saw Olivia's face as Lewis hit her. It was one twisted in pain, one of terrible realization. They both fell down, Lewis almost unmoving.

As he lay atop her, he used the last of his life to smile. "I'll see you there." He gasped with a deathly smile.

She, despite the pain, managed to speak back. "You're going to hell, Lewis. You won't ever - see me again."

Olivia could hear the footsteps of her colleagues on the concrete floor. She watched the evil light go out of Lewis' eyes as he died on top of her, his heart on top of hers, his last breaths taken just above her lungs. The words of Nick and Amanda hardly made it to her ears. She wasn't listening. She didn't care to hear.

Nick holstered his gun as he ran toward Olivia. Amanda did the same, fearing the worst. She was so mad that she actually yelled in the tense moment.

"Why did you shoot? You might have hit her!" She made her frustration and terror known.

Nick fired back. "He was going to kill her. I wasn't going to just stand there!"

They slid to their knees next to the two bodies.

"Oh god." Amanda forgot about the anger when she found them both unmoving.

They pushed Lewis off of Olivia, and he rolled awkwardly, already dead. No relief came from that. Nick turned his gaze to Olivia, whose eyes were closed.

"No." He whispered, the lump restricting any breath from going in or out of his throat. Her chest was rising and falling slowly. Blood seeped through her tan sweater just to the left side of her ribs.

He had hit her. He'd shot his own partner. Had he really saved her life? Or had he killed her? His mind raced as he looked up at Amanda. Her eyes were wide as she fought the tears. Olivia's eyes opened when the young blonde detective took her hand.

"Olivia!" Nick stood up and took off his jacket, laying it down upon the wound.

Olivia met his eyes. "It's alright." She managed.

Her head tipped to the side to find a dead Lewis on the floor of the dim room. Her heart ceased its racing. She had done what she came to do. Lewis was not going to hurt anyone ever again. The battle had finally ended. He was dead. He was gone. William Lewis, the indestructible beast of a criminal, had finally fallen to the hand of fate.

Before I die alone, let me have vengeance. Before I die alone, I will have vengeance.

The words in her head actually brought a peaceful smile to her face, puzzling to the panicked Nick and Amanda. Olivia looked up at Amanda, who held her hand still as Nick hoisted her into his lap and held her there tenderly, his jacket keeping pressure on the bleeding wound.

"It's ok." She repeated again.

Amanda couldn't see. The tears stripped her eyes of their ability to create a sharp image of what she saw. Nick felt his own doing the same thing. Olivia was saying goodbye. Olivia was ready. Well he wasn't. Amanda looked at Nick, total fear taking over. The calm that radiated from the woman on the floor only made their terror greater.

"Liv. Liv listen to me. You have to stay with us. Just keep squeezing my hand." Amanda was the only one who could form words.

They were rushed and shaky, but Olivia was grateful for them. She squeezed Amanda's hand weakly as Nick smoothed her hair from her face. She looked up at him. He was crying. Suddenly she needed to live. She had to pull through for the people she was not ready to leave.

Nick watched her face, seeing her give him a small smile. Amanda used her free hand to pick up Nick's radio that had fallen to the floor.

"We need EMS upstairs. Hurry! Officer down!" They all three were very aware of the scale of the place, the unknown that surrounded the area in which they sat. They would have to wait.