"What the hell is this?" Sean asked, having a good idea of what it actually was, not quite believing it, about to rip it from his girlfriend as she pushed him away.

"Don't!" She squeaked, "You rip it apart it'll go off early." She explained, "Some guy grabbed me when I was on my way home. He put this on me. Said I had an hour until it would go off." She explained, "Just… get out of here." She cupped his cheeks, "Take TJ and the twins and get out of here."

"I'm not leaving you, Kerry." Sean said, a crack in his voice, "We have time. We can get you out of this. I'll call Phil. He'll know what to do." Sean said, beginning to rush away as Kerry pulled him back by the t-shirt.

"Phil isn't going to make it." She said, "Neither is April. Someone… someone has to be here for TJ and the twins. You have to get away from me. Before this thing goes off and takes all of us out." She said, "Please, just go." She croaked.

"What do you mean Phil isn't going to make it?" Sean asked.

"The guy who put this on me… told me Phil was already as good as dead. April is in intensive care, and if she pulls through, they're gonna make sure she dies anyway." Kerry said.

"Who?" Sean asked.

"I don't know, Sean. Some guys who have been after Phil this entire time. They don't speak English… they have an accent." She shook her head, "Please… just take TJ, keep him safe. Take the twins. If… If they aren't going to have Punk or AJ, they're gonna need someone."

"What are you talking about?" Sean shook his head, "I'm not saying goodbye to you. We're gonna get this damn thing off of you. I'm not leaving you here. We have time." He said, looking down at the timer strapped into her, noticing they had fifty minutes left.

AJ woke up suddenly, looking around the room as she lifted her heavy arm, noticing she had a cast on her wrist, as well as having multiple stitches on her head. She felt like her head was constantly pulsing. She could remember everything up until the crash. She remembered gazing at Harleen as she slept in the back seat of Punks car. She remembered seeing Punk and speaking to them. And she remembered the crash. The force of her head crashing against the steering wheel, the blood, hearing Phil yell her name. She remembered it all until she was wheeled into hospital, where she began to lose blood and oxygen and had to be operated on, which she could feel the stitches along her hairline.

She looked out the room window as she seen two cops standing at her door. Something just didn't seem right here. In a calm world, she would have woken up to Punk being by her side, but he wasn't there.

"April… how are you feeling?" A nurse walked into the room as AJ nodded.

"Ok." AJ nodded, "Where is Phil?" She asked.

"Mr Brooks?" The nurse said.

"Yeah." AJ nodded.

"In the ICU we don't allow visitors unless it is family. Mr Brooks isn't family, April. And plus, he had to rush off about an hour ago." The nurse said, "Not to alarm you, but someone tried to disconnect you from all the machinery that was helping you recover from surgery. I believe Mr Brooks is a police officer. I think he's caught up in something." She said, "But we need to focus on you… how is that head?" She asked.

"Where are my clothes?" AJ turned to the nurse.

"They are over there." The nurse pointed to the arm chair where the clothes she had been taken into hospital in hung over the back, "They're a little bloody, but nothing a little scrubbing won't take out. The head… how is it?" The nurse asked.

"I'm actually… I'm feeling a little dehydrated, could you get me a glass of water?" She asked the nurse.

"Certainly." The nurse nodded, "You aren't feeling dizzy or nauseas are you?" She asked.

"No." AJ shook her head as the nurse nodded.

"Ok. Well, that's good. I'll go get you that drink with your next set up pills. That head of yours will be thumping for a few days." She said, "I'll be just a second." She said, walking out of the room where AJ began tearing the different drips she was attached to off, walking over to grab her clothes and running into the toilet.

She quickly got dressed, ignoring her blood stained t-shirt and jeans, placing her sweater over her and quietly walking out of the room, looking up at the two police officers who looked down at her. She knew something was going on since the minute she seen them standing outside her door. There was just a bad atmosphere in the air. Even the nurse seemed edgy. She had to make sure Phil was ok. Despite them not being much of an item, she still was completely in love with him. She always would be.

She placed her finger to her lips as she looked at the cops, "I went to the bathroom downstairs." She whispered as they slowly nodded, "Where is he?" She asked.

"The old scrap yard." One of them said, "You shouldn't go." He warned her, but she had already began running down the corridor. Although it hurt her head, which was probably still swollen, and her wrist was pretty sore from not taking the medication the doctor was away to get, she didn't care. She had to make sure Punk was ok.

"That all you got?" Punk spat blood to the side, rolling onto his back in defeat as he seen the blood run down his face at the corner of his eye, looking down at his t-shirt which was soaked in blood, mostly his among anyone else's.

He'd been getting destroyed from the minute he decided to take down Paul. Being in a scrap yard didn't help either, as different pieces of old cars, heavy metal appliances and all sorts were connected roughly against his body. He'd already broken a few ribs. Most definitely.

"Trust me, boy." Paul laughed, "They've been nice to you up until now." Paul said, picking Punk up to his weak feet, leaning him against the car, "Now comes painful part." He laughed, nodding to Marco as he lifted his gun, pointing it at Punks leg and shooting the bullet right through to the bone and out the other end.

"Fuck!" Punk groaned and yelled as he fell back down, crawling along the grovel path as he winced with the pain. In all his years of being a copper, he'd never quite been beaten like this.

"Yeah, crawl you little bitch." Marco laughed, hitting him with a metal pole on his spine as he yelled out in pain, which only gave Paul more satisfaction.

"Who you crawling for?" Paul laughed, "There's no one you're gonna reach. April is just as good as dead. Kerry… she's going to be dust in about forty five minutes, and if she's stupid, which we know she is, she'll go running to that brother of yours, where she'll wipe him and those little brats of yours out too." Paul said, pressing his foot down on Punks head, "Everyone lives happily ever after." Paul smiled, "Get him up." He ordered whilst pulling out a chair he had spotted in the scraps, watching Marco lift him up where he could no longer stand anymore. He could barely even open his eyes. He was fading.

"Someone giving up?" Paul laughed whilst Punk was pushed down on the chair, "Take his t-shirt off." Paul ordered as Marco yanked Punks t-shirt from, all the while Punks leg didn't stop bleeding.

"You see… this straight edge thing." Paul shook his head, taking out his pocket knife, the same knife he used to cut AJ's hospital wires, flipping it up as Punk looked up lifelessly, his face too covered in blood to see much anymore, "I never really got it." He admitted, "I looked up about it. No drinking. No drugs. No smoking. No promiscuous sex." He laughed, "You're just a fake." He crouched down as if talking to a child, "Before April, you fucked everything with a pulse. And I know you took that year off from the force because you went on a bender after your mom died." He said, "Which means… this tattoo here." He pointed to his straight edge tattoo sloping just over his belly button, "It's pretty meaningless." He hovered the knife at the S.

Punk just collected the blood in his mouth and spat it on Paul's face with a smile, doing all he could just to prove that he was still here, and he was still breathing, and as long as he was doing that, clearly Paul and Marco were extremely angry.

"I've never minded other people's blood on me, Phil. Don't worry." He wiped the blood from his face and pointed his knife back at the beginning of Punks tattoo, digging it into the skin and slowly and agonisingly dragging it over the tattoo.

Punk couldn't hold back from screaming. He tried to move, but Marco held him down in the chair. The knife digged right through his skin, curving over in the position of the tattoo, causing him a world of pain that he'd never felt before.

"Stop it!"

Paul paused his knife just before digging it into the E on 'edge,' turning around and spotting AJ standing not that far away, pointing a gun towards them in her shaking hands, "Stop it!" She yelled, having heard Punks yelling from a near mile away.

"Or what?" Paul laughed, "You gonna shoot me?" He smiled over to AJ.

"He trusted you." AJ squeaked whilst looking at Paul, "Stop torturing him and let him go!" She shouted.

"Trust me, April. You're gonna want his death to drag out, because after him, it's you who's next." He said as AJ shook her head.

"You let him go." AJ demanded, watching Paul stand up and back away.

"Come take him." Paul presented Punk with his hand.

Punk looked up and over at AJ, shaking his head to her, "Don't." He mouthed. She should have stayed put. The only comfort he was feeling in all of this, was knowing AJ and the twins were safe, but now she was here, and she was in danger.

AJ quickly shot the two men who was with Marco before she done anything else, remembering all those times in the shooting range with Punk, remembering his words, what he told her, how to shoot and aim, how to not show fear to those who wanted it. And then she remembered those nights, and how they would end, how they'd end up naked on his office chair. And then she realised how deeply in love she was with him still, and how seeing him like this, so hurt and broken, was the most painful thing she'd ever seen. More painful than being told he was 'dead.'

"Oh, April… that wasn't smart." Paul shook his head as Marco had lifted his gun, pointing it across at AJ.

AJ looked from Paul, to Marco, to Punk, gazing at Punk as he mouthed 'remember' to her.

She threw the gun she was holding away, putting her hands up and walking further into the scene, keeping her eyes on Punk as he nodded, watching him lift his hand, making a swirling notion with his finger, unnoticed to Paul and Marco who were aiming their guns at her. She knew what he was getting at. That swirling finger meant three hundred and sixty. If there was one thing he had taught her in his years of loving her, was how to protect herself.

"Ok." AJ nodded as Marco walked towards her, pointing his gun at her still whilst Paul put his away, figuring Marco had her covered.

"I'm one of them, you don't have a gun, a gun is pointed in your direction. What do you do?" He asked her.

"Run. They'll shoot you at your legs." He said bluntly as she looked up at him, "You want to have a one up on them, so you're gonna take the gun from their hands." He said. "The first thing you do, is you turn the gun into face them. Try to grab it when it's still pointing at you they'll just pull the trigger, if it's pointing at them, they'll be under pressure, they might let it slip without you having to force it from them." He said, "You're gonna do a full three sixty turn. Turn, back, spin, point. That's what we're taught. Turn the gun into face me." He said as she turned the gun, "Back into me and point the gun to the ground." He said as she done what he asked, feeling him press a kiss on her check, "Spin back into the position you were in." He said as she spun back to where she was, "And..." Before he got to direct her through it she had already lifted the gun to point at him.

"This is much more fun than I expected." She smiled whilst lowering the gun.

AJ done exactly what he had taught her and took Marco completely off guard, pointing his one and only weapon at him after retrieving it, "You touch him he's head." AJ looked up at Paul.

"Well well well, feisty for such a small little thing." Paul laughed as Punk smiled over to AJ.

"I'll do it." AJ said, shaking with fear, watching at the corner of her eye as Punk slid his none shot leg over to where she had thrown her gun to, slowly and quietly dragging it along the ground as she looked back to Paul and Marco, "You'll get life behind bars. Both of you."

"You don't know anything." Marco spat.

"I know that rapists and murderers get life. But even breathing is too good for you." She spat, "You put your hands on me." She looked at Marco, "You raped me. Even when I begged. Even when I told you I was pregnant." She said, "You are evil." She spat, pointing her gun between Marco's eyes, pulling the trigger fearlessly as Punk tried to grab the gun she initially came in, to take out Paul, but he was too late, Paul had already reached him and a loud bang echoed the scrap yard following the bang that AJ had created to a now dead Marco.

But Punk had managed to pull the trigger anyway… shooting Paul straight in the chest, sending him straight to the ground, stone cold dead.

AJ rushed to Punk who had collapsed over off the chair he was sitting on, rolling him on his back as she seen his wound on his shoulder that Paul had managed to scuff.

"Phil… baby, it's gonna be ok." She quickly wriggled out of her sweater, "Stay with me, baby. Don't… don't shut your eyes." She begged as she began to see him shut his eyes for longer periods at a time, "Don't… don't leave me." She begged with a lump in her throat, quickly tying the sleeves of her sweater around his shot shoulder, pressing her hand into the wound to apply pressure.

Everything she was doing, it was things he had taught her.

"Kerry..." Punk croaked, "She's in danger… she needs help." Punk said, wincing as everything hurt. From his shot leg, to his already scarring stomach, to his now shot shoulder. Everything was painful.

"Shh… shh..." AJ soothed, taking out her phone quickly, running her hands through her hair where she felt her scar seeping and bleeding, shaking her head as she called for help. Ambulance and police.

"You..." Punk started and took another deep breath, "You have to go to Sean's. Get Kerry. Cut the blue wire, then cut the red, then the yellow." Punk winced, "Then take it off her. You'll have ten, maybe fifteen seconds to get out of the way. Make sure the twins aren't there, make sure everyone gets out of the way." He said, "Go… you… you don't have much time." He said as she nodded.

"You… you hang in there. Don't you leave me." She begged, taking his t-shirt which had been ripped off, pushing his jean leg up and looking away as she seen his leg.

"I'd tell you I've… been in worse shape. But I haven't." He admitted as she cried whilst placing the t-shirt around his leg in a tight knot, to prevent any more bleeding.

"I'm so sorry." She cupped his cheeks, turning her head as she seen the blue flashing lights. Help was already here, "Please don't leave me." She whispered, pressing her lips against his as he kissed back, showing her he still had some strength in him.

"Go." He told her achingly after she pulled away from a sweet, blood filled kiss.

She nodded, scampering to her feet and running away, passing Seth on her way, "Make sure he's ok. Please." She said whilst running by him, looking back as she seen Punk get immediate assistance from the team of paramedics.

She ran straight by the cops who suspected her to have just been a witness, never mind killed three of the people there, jumping into the car she came in and rushing away.

She barely knew what was going on. But she knew from the minute she woke in hospital with two cops outside her door that something wasn't right.

But Punk clearly knew what was going on, and so she trusted him and sped away to do what he asked, to help Kerry and Sean, ignoring the fact that she was bleeding from her injured head, only focused on protecting those who she loved, which included her two babies.