Heart attack is about to be what I die of and not a gun shot.

My heart is hammering way to fast in my chest. My palms are sweating something fierce as soon as the gun got cocked against my temple.

They have to be able to get me out of this. Sure I can be a grown woman and elbow the crap out of this douchebag but then I risk getting myself shot.

So I do the only thing I can think of is staying statue still and keeping my eyes on Zack. It seems to be giving me extra strength just seeing him and knowing how hard he is trying to get me out of this situation.

"You realize Ms. Greg is your only bargaining chip. So, if I were you then I would relax and uncock that gun, because if you harm her then we are taking you down, but just enough to where you won't be going to afterlife." Brit voice gets harsh.

I can feel the gun relax on my temple to where it is not pressed as hard. It helps me to breath a little bit more.

"Your going to shoot me no matter what I do." Dason yells and my ear rings.

"No we won't. If you lower the weapon than it is smooth from there." Zack calls out.

Right when it feels like the gun is coming back off my temple again. Zack and Brit hold theirs up more not knowing what Dason is going to do.

Dason bends backwards some dragging me with him. I hold in my squeak with my feet coming off the ground.

My only hope is he is starting to lower down to drop the damn gun.

Dason freezes and jerks up back up right. My eyes are scanning around to see what is going on for him to be like this and then I see it. Vans out behind the cop cars and several people pouring out.

What the literally hell! Reporters are just going to make this worse. Maybe this gives me a chance to get away?

I move my arm and jerk it forward before letting my elbow hit Dason's gut.

He let's out a grunt and pulls me back before I can get a full step away from him. The gun is back at my head but not touching me. As I scream out some and he pulls me roughly back against him.

Zack and Brit took the chance too and got a good three steps closer, making us only two parked cars away.

"Stay the fuck back or she goes." Dason spits out, as he jerks me again and slams the barrel on my head.

My vision blurs for a second after the hit, but I blink as Zack comes back into focus.

"Okay, okay. Take it easy." Zack holds one hand up, while the other is still holding his gun.

"What are you going to do now, Detectives? Can't shoot me because then the reporters will have it all down. I think this goes in my favor actually." Dason gloats.

Zack keeps his eyes trained on my head, but it is like he is thinking over his options. Brit looks no better.

"The media will get the full truth on this. Either way or however long you make us stand here like this we will. At some point you're going to tire out and we will make our move." Zack clips back.

It is gross that Dason is getting excited by all of this and by excited I mean like down stairs. He has me pressed fully against him and hate to say it but he is a small peewee. No wonder why Bethany hasn't been happy with that area and thought about going back to one night stands and leaving him.

Everything happens in a split second, as Dason moves the gun from my head and points it at Zack. The deafening sound of the trigger being pulled has me falling to the ground for cover.

A scream escapes me as Zack's gun seems to go off, but he falls to the ground and Brit fires at Dason.

Dason lets out a yell and he drops the gun, holding onto his arm. Officers surround us within a blink of my eye and they got Dason handcuffed. Brit runs over and helps me stand on my shaking legs. Gaperal appears and is at Zack's side the next moment with a radio in hand.

I cover my mouth and try to get my legs to work, Brit helps as he knows where I want to go.

Making it to Zack, he is coughing and sputtering. There isn't any blood on the ground as he sits up on his arms.

"Man that shit hurts everytime." Zack gives a dark chuckle.

My head tilts some as my eyes roam and see where the bullet hit on Zack's right rib cage area. Brit pulls his shirt open and I can see nothing but a black vest.

A sob escapes me and I finally take in a deep breath. Zack gets up and wraps his arms around me, I tighten my hold on his shirt and my emotions flow.

"I will get Dason in the cruiser and booked, after the paramedics do a quick fix to his arm." Gaperal pats Zack on the back lightly.

"Thanks." Zack huffs, still trying to catch his breath.

"Nothing like being hit in the vest huh." Gaperal laughs.

"Some bruised ribs is better than dead." Zack laughs.

More sirens blare out as the ambulances come up. Zack pulls me with him as paramedics jump out. Brit following behind us the entire time and he gives them the information on both of us on what to check.

I check out fine, which I figured I would with nothing but some mild bruising from being held and the gun pressed into my skin which did cut me just a little. Zack is good other than a nasty bruise forming, but it is better than the outcome Dason hoped for.

We are there as the Chief walks up and gets everything again as well as grabs a body camera off an Officer standing off behind Brit the entire time.

"Are you okay?" I hear Bethany and Chasity's feet hitting the pavement as they run up to us.

They pull me from Zack's arms and surround me in a group hug with the three of us girls.

"I am so sorry Athena. I never knew or I would have reported him a long time ago." Bethany cries into my shoulder.

"This isn't your fault. I've known you all my life, Bethany. I know you wouldn't have just let this happen and I will never blame you." My tears start to flow once more.

I have never felt like such a cry baby until today.

A/N---
Hey Hey Guys!!!

The best outcome happened right?

At least Dason is officially in police custody.
Poor Bethany is taking it hard and already blaming herself.