Is this feasible? I have no idea. Leave ALL logic here.

Debby...?

The last so many days at Dawson were such a breeze - Holly was such amazing company and you can't deny she's grown on you. You can't help teasing her to have something flung at you in return, or saying something just to see her look of annoyance. Conversation was easy, she was one of the few people who could actually hold her ground against your sarcasm and give you scathing retorts - something you didn't know you liked about her till you thought about it. In those few days of bliss the two of shared together - there were some rather out-there conversations.

"If you could have chosen the place where we could have hidden, where would - "

"France, probably." was her quick reply.

"So you know French."

"No, but France is a beautiful country. "

"Ah. Wait - how would we have gotten to France - we're supposed to be hiding."

"Fake IDs, Fake papers."

"You've thought this out." you laughed.

"I figured the Don had enemies that would have loved to help us, given that it is my evidence that she is charged with." Holly explained, and you nodded in reply - quite impressed.

And the conversation went on as such, the depths to which the two of you discussed this though - people would have actually thought you were leaving for France.

And then abruptly one day over lunch- your phone rang, yes your phone actually rang - and the two of you actually stared at the phone and at each other for a good while before you took the call.

"Hello?"

"PECK! Good News! Guess who can come back!" came Oliver's loud voice over the phone, and you laugh. It was all over now.

After noting all the details of the proceedings and how the Godmother was finally put away (for a long long time.) - and after the two you celebrated your victory over the Don, it dawned on you that your time here was up. That realization quite dampened the mood.

"So, we're leaving here?" Holly asked.

"Yep, flight's tonight."

"Oh -that's so soon."

"Yeah."

The two of you were mulling over the time here, and the fact that normal life now waited back at Toronto, it was quite depressing.

"You'd think we'd have seen more action." you muttered, rather annoyed at that.

"You wanted something to happen to me?" Holly questioned, shocked.

"No - not that, but come on - I didn't get to fire my Glock!" you lamented, frowning.

Holly just chuckled in reply - and suggested a departing activity.

"Tell you what- why don't you teach me to fire that Glock. We can go up to the hills and then shoot at stuff. It's not like we need the gun anymore."

You instantly brighten up at that idea, eager for that.

"I think we can borrow this long-range rifle from the hotel - I think I saw the manager with one of those, that would make outdoor shooting fun!" you plan, shoveling down the rest of your lunch and excited to get on with the day. Holly laughs at your glee, but seems eager about everything too.

At least we leave with a bang.

The manager - an old and constantly annoyed man had actually lent you his hunting rifle - with four rounds he could spare. Armed with that and your Glock, the two of you head to the far side of the town and up to the hill - and found a nice secluded spot - one the manager had suggested. Teaching Holly to fire a Glock had been quite cumbersome though.

"So, Officer - tell me - how do I fire the gun?"

"Just pull the trigger."

"That's it?'" Holly raised an eyebrow at that.

"What more do you want?"

"I expected a three hour lecture on firing mechanisms."

"Well this is a more hands-on experience." you chuckled, setting up a rudimentary target of empty beer cans in a row on what remained of a ledge.

"Set your legs shoulder-width apart - "

"Why?"

"MUST EVERYTHING HAVE A REASON WITH YOU - JUST STAND WITH YOUR LEGS SHOULDER-WIDTH APART."

"Fine - I was just being a model student." Holly groaned, sucking it up and standing as you showed her.

"Okay - both arms outstretched to equal lengths and grip the gun along the centre of your body - if you want shoot sideways always turn your whole upper body and not just your arms. Lean forward not back - "

Teaching your 'wife' to grip the gun was even more hilarious, with you standing behind her and trying to get her to wrap her hands around the gun to fire was quite a scene.

"There you've got it just - press the trigger!"

"It's hard!"

"Of course it's hard - you need quite a lot of force to pull a Glock's trigger."

BANG.

"There!"

"Did I hit anything?"

"Yeah - The ground - if that counts. You've got to aim it higher!"

The Glock had a total of 17 rounds, 10 you decided were enough practice for her. After showing her to aim and to not move the gun while firing - you had your fun time of firing 7 cans in a row. Holly, of course, rolled her eyes at that.

"Show-off."

"What can I say - I'm a woman of many talents - now try and hit something - and I'll setup something for this rifle a little farther." you yell, over Holly's firing - taking the rifle with you.

"How far can it shoot?"

"Looks like it can shoot about 500 yards." you called out, walking away, leaving Holly to try and knock at least one of those cans off the ledge.

You can still hear the intermittent muffled bangs of the Glock about 500 yards uphill from where you left Holly - but it's been rather quiet for a while now.

"Holly?" you yell out, wondering if she had fired all her rounds already. You suddenly faintly make out a jeep driving away from the hills and all the blood's drained from your face.

No. NO!

You're sprinting as fast as you can, yelling and screaming but the jeep just drives away, leaving you out of breath and utterly confused. You find your Glock on the ground, with absolutely no rounds left and your mind's gone blank.

How did they find us here?!

You've informed Oliver of everything, and he's willing to send the whole of the local police after whoever it was that took Holly - but you know that wouldn't work. The minute they saw the police they would kill Holly. The only thing that's giving you solace is the fact that Holly had once mentioned that if the Don's men did ever get hold of her - they would try to get her to switch her statement before killing her. So, all you can assume for now is that they're torturing her to switch her statement. It's a harsh thought - but at least that meant she was alive. The first thing you do once you get back to town is shake down the one person who could have possibly given the two of you away.

"WHERE DID THEY TAKE HER" you yell at the hotel manager's face, holding the muzzle of his own rifle under his chin, with no mercy in your eyes.

"I don't know - I swear - they just asked if there were any new people in town and - "

You just shoved the rifle deeper in his neck and cocked it.

"THEY MIGHT HAVE TAKEN HER TO THAT ABANDONED CABIN UP IN THE HILLS." he finally coughs up - and you really want to kill this guy - but not now. Swallowing your rage - you try and devise a plan.

"Well since you helped them get her - you're gonna help me get her back." you spat out, barely able to choke down your range. You're not thinking about anything else except getting her on that plane to Toronto.

It's a cold evening, and not been too long since Holly was abducted. An officer had come to take your rather meager stuff to the airport and informed you that the tiny plane was ready for take-off at any time. You had informed the local police -and they were on guard, but they couldn't do anything until you got Holly to safety.

The hotel manager had told you there were 3 men - and not surprisingly, he had no ammunition left. The local police themselves had tiny pistols which were worse than the rifle - and no rounds that would fit your Glock. You're too busy focusing on technicalities, silently hoping and praying nothing happened to Holly.

Nightfall came rather quick today, for which you're grateful for - and you and the hotel manager (reluctantly of course) rode halfway up the hill on these motorbikes you had borrowed for the evening. The other half of the hill, the two you just pushed your bikes up - and the old man complained quite a lot at that - but you still had his rifle and you informed him that he could either do this and live or die on the spot. Your icy demeanor along with that threat shut him up.

Its pitch black now, and both of you finally reached the cabin. You can barely make your way through the overgrown bushes - but you can recognize the jeep from this morning - and you know she's in there. You can't hear anything and that drives you to set this plan into motion.

"Five minutes - and only after the men spot you - you rev the hell out of that bike, turn on the lights and ride AWAY from town - got it?" He nods, trembling in the cold. You really want to kill him right now - but that would significantly ruin your plan - given that you don't have much ammunition.

Hoping for the best - you kick start your plan into action.

Aiming as well as you can in the dark, you try to shoot at a high glass window at the top. The rifle was a loud one, and the shot echoed through the night. You nod at the old man and run to hide for cover - and as planned for - two men do step out of the house immediately.

Where's the third. Damn it.

Sure enough, the old man revs his bike and flashes on his lights and rides out. The two men immediately jump into action - leaving you clear to enter the cabin.

The minute you hear the jeep start, you rush into the cabin - searching frantically for any sign of Holly.

Please be alive. Please be alive.

You finally catch sight of her - tied up to a chair and half asleep and the third man - the Security guard from the airport - the one who handed you your now useless Glock was there, pacing up and down - waiting for the other two men to come back. You would love to fire at him and free Holly, but that was a stupid plan. You don't have many rounds left - and Holly could get injured in the cross fire. Your breath sounds so loud in the hall, waiting for the man to walk away from the room, leaving you clear to rescue Holly.

Finally he does do exactly that, and you haven't got much time to cut her free. Holly's still drowsy - almost falling over in her chair while you try to cut her free - and you can hear footsteps coming back again.

You don't have any time to set your rifle and fire it - you've barely gotten a good grip on it when he does come back to the room.

The minute he sees you - he's ready to pull out his gun from its holster - and you've barely gotten yourself in a decent position.

"Well if it isn't the sister-kisser." he snarls - and that's sends you to a blind rage. Before he can pull the trigger on his gun, you've taken your rifle and with a swift move taken the butt of the rifle and used it to uppercut him - effectively sending him to the floor him.

"She's my wife, jerk." you spit out, before firing a shot into his abdomen and rushing to help Holly. She's alive thankfully - but still rather sleepy. You're ignoring the guard's yells of pain - and shaking Holly till she finally wakes up, somewhat.

"You came! Took you long enough." she smiles, in a surprisingly happy mood. You've grabbed her and are now dragging her out of the house, desperate to make it to that plane as soon as possible.

"Did they hurt you Hol?"

"I think they injected me with Sodium Pentothal - which is weird. Maybe they were trying to get me to say I was lying about the evidence. But I wasn't . Maybe the Godmother told them it was lie - that was stupid of her. I think that's was weird. You'd think they would have tortured me to change my statement but NO they didn't do that. Confusing to say the least."

Wow, if she wasn't chatty before.

"So you aren't hurt?"

"No - wow it's cold! I think waterboarding could have done it for me. I'm sure if they had waterboarded me I would have surrendered in a second. "

You've given up paying attention to her- focusing on finding your bike and getting out of here.

"Uh-huh. And then what?"

"I gave them a lecture on better drugs they could have used instead of it. Seriously - there's plenty of barbiturates that are more effective than Sodium Pentothal! I may have asked them why they were so hung up on old ways - I mean - the Mafia should be open to advancements in drugs and weaponry but they kept going back to the evidence. What a bore!"

"Sure."

"Is that a bike? Ooh I've never been on one before - I hate them - Why are you getting on it? Is this how we're going back to Toronto? It's so dark and cold! Let's go in the morning!"

"HOL! If I give you my jacket - will you shut up and just hold on to me?"

" I wish I could -I'm really trying to stop talking but these words are coming out before I think them - it's a little unnerving - Woah you look hot on a bike."

You tear off your jacket and stuff it in her hands, and start the bike - while Holly sleepily sits herself behind you and literally falls half-asleep on your back.

"Are we going home now?"

"Yes dear, we're going home." you assure her, riding off into the darkness. Spite the cold wind hitting your face hard, you can still hear her rambling in the back.

"It's really cold. Did you know we're so close to the Earth's Magnetic North Pole! We should have gone there! It would have been so cool. Wow you can actually see the stars here! Is that the Dog Star? I think it is. Are we there yet? I feel really sleepy. Is it weird that I want to stick my hand down your pants now?"

"What?"

"You look really good in those pants - makes me want to bite them off Rowr!"

You don't know whether to laugh at that, or not - but soon you reach the airport and riding your bike up to the runway felt rather badass. You've informed the police about the two other men and all details you could - and you've finally boarded the plane - exhausted.

Holly's already curled up in her seat - on the verge of falling into a deep sleep. You fall into the seat next to her and she smiles sleepily at you.

"So, we're going home."

"Yep."

She's obviously sad at that - but too sleepy to argue though.

"I'm gonna miss you - you know. You make a pretty good wife." she drowsily mumbles, falling asleep.

You're not too bad a wife yourself.