Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

Why Didn't We Think of That Before?

Thomas's pov

I sat in the hospital room next to Caitlyn. She had burn marks on her arms and was hooked up to a bunch of breathing machines. The doctors had checked Dylan over and he was fine, but they were keeping him in a different room and wouldn't let anyone in for a while. It was upsetting, but I understood... It was odd being inside of a real hospital again... most of our wounds lately had been gunshots or whatever and would have gotten the police involved and back then if the police were involved, our relatives would have been killed... but now, what would they do to us? They had lost their only advantage over us... what the hell were we waiting for? I quickly pulled out my phone and called Grant.
"Hey, what's happening?" He answered.
"We need to call the cops..." I said.
"Wait, what?"
"Grant, we need to call the cops. What's stopping us now? They don't have any of our people."
"Except for Urie's daughter and whoever else.."
"The thing is, they wouldn't even see it coming. They wouldn't have time to do anything, they'd be caught off guard and we wouldn't even have to be dragged into it. Just call from a payphone and give them the warehouse address."
"Dude, this is crazy... why the hell didn't we think about this over a year ago?!"
"So, you're in?"
"Absolutely I am."
"Are you going to talk it over with the others?"
"They're just going to try and talk us out of it... we have to do it..."
"You make the call and then meet me at the hospital. Got it?"
"I'll be there in an hour..." and with that he hung up the phone.
"Thomas?" Caitlyn asked quietly.
"Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?" I asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Where's Dylan?" She asked, sitting up. "Wheres our baby?"
"He's fine. He's just in the other room with a few doctors."
"Who were you talking to on the phone?"
"Grant.. it was nothing though. You should just get some rest.."
"It was Nick... he started the fire, I know it."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because I shot him..."
"You... you shot him?" I asked. "What do you mean you shot him?"
"He was in our apartment.... in the nursery and I shot him in the leg... he knocked me out and when I came to he was gone and everything was on fire..."
"You... shot him?" She just nodded her head. I smiled and kissed her. "You're the best," I laughed. I started fidgeting with the blanketon her bed.
"What's wrong?" She asked, grabbing my hand. I couldn't tell her until it was all over...
"Nothing. I was just worried about you. And the baby." She just looked at me, not really believing it, she just nodded her head and looked down. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine. It's going to be over soon."
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Caitlyn's pov

We sat in the bunker, going over yet another half assed plan to stop Nick and his team. Grant and Thomas just kept glancing at eachother. I wanted to know what they were hiding from me.
Suddenly the door upstairs opened and Harry ran down, breathless.
"Y-you have to see this," he panted, putting his laptop on the table. Everyone gathered behind him to watch his screen. He hit play and a video started. It was some kind of news report.
~"Early this afternoon, police searched through the Crisler building under a tip of suspicious activity. What they found was astonishing. Upon searching, the authorities found terrorist threats to bomb surrounding countries. A few captives were rescued within the building. Everyone within the facility has been arrested including the leader of the group, Daniel Sharman."~
"Daniel? Where's Nick?" I asked.
~"Authorities are searching for other members of the group with the cooperation of one of the prisoners. Further information on this, when we come back."~
"Holy shit..." Brendon said, sitting down.
"Something feels wrong," Grant said.
"We need to make sure this is real," Robbie said.
"I agree," Brendon replied. "Caitlyn, Harry, Grant. You stay here, the rest of you head out, stay alert. No time,just move." Thomas looked at me and smiled before walking up the stairs with the others.
"Why are we always stuck waiting?" I asked, sitting down with the baby.
"Probably because you always manage to get yourself injured, I have to patch you up, and Harry doesnt have an athletic bone in his body?" Grant said.
"It's true..." Harry replied, sitting at his computer and typing something quickly.
"Why does something feel wrong?" I asked.
"Because something always goes wrong," I turned around and stood up as Grant reached for his gun, but it was too late. He was shot and cell to the ground.
"What do you want, Nick?" I asked, shaking.
"You think you can get away with turning us in? No. My plan will succeed, but now, you're going to help me."
"We'd never help you," Harry said. I kneeled next to Grant and put pressure in his shoulder, where he was shot.
"Well that is unfortunate. Because you're the one I need. And if you don't help me... I'll kill everyone in this room. Starting with the baby." I looked up on the table at my son sleeping in his carseat. "So what will it be?" Harry sighed and sat back down.
"What do I have to do?" He whispered. Nick held up a flash driven smirking wildly.
"You're going to start a war for me. Come on now," he demanded. Harry looked over at me before standing up and walking over to the large cimputer and plugging in the flash drive. I could hear Nick quietly telling him what to do.
"T-the gun," Grant whispered.
"What?" I asked, looking down at him. He looked over to where the gun landed on the other side if the table.
"You have to kill him," he said, coughing up blood. "Your our last chance."
"If I leave you you're going to bleed out and die."
"If you don't the whole world will die. Do it now, stop being so stubborn." I looked up at Nick who was faced away.
"Fine." I grabbed Grants hands and put them over his wound before quietly crawling under the table. I picked up the gun right as Nick started turning around, but Harry quickly jumped up and grabbed him from behind. I stood up and aimed the gun, pulling the trigger. There was a loud gunshot and Nick looked shocked as he grabbed his chest where the bullet hit. I aimed again and shot once more, causing him to fall to the floor, a bullet between his eyes. I dropped the gun and ran around the table to Grant, pushing on his wound. His eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing.
"Harry! I need your help!" I cried.
"Oh god... I can't right now!" He shouted.
"Grant is dying!"
"Yeah well the missile is launching!" He was typing frantically.
"Grant. Grant wake up!" I shouted, tapping him on the face. I felt for a pulse, but I couldn't feel anything. "Grant!" I started pushing down on his chest, trying to revive him, but it wasn't working. Harry ran over and kneeled on his other side.
"What about the missile?" I asked.
"I couldn't stop it so I just relocated ot. It's heading to the middle of the ocean where it can't hurt anyone." He pusged my hands away and started performing cpr. "Go get the first aid kit and get that... that... thing."
"What thing?"
"The... breathing thing."
"What ard you talking about?!"
"Just get the first aid kit!" I stood up and ran over to the desk, searching through the drawers until I found the white box. I grabbed it and ran back over, opening it. Harry grabbed the manual ventilator and ripped it open. "Lean his head back and open his mouth." I did as I was told and he shoved the tube down Grant's throat, taping the sides down to his cheeks. "Squeeze this, every 3 seconds." As I did that, he continued pushing on his chest. Suddenly I heard Dylan start crying. No. Not now.
"Come on Grant, please," I begged. This couldn't get much worse.
"Dammit Grant. Wake up!" Harry yelled, punching him in the chest. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he looked around confused.
"Oh, thank god," I whispered. Harry took the ventilator in his hand and I let go. I stood up and grabbed Dylan. This was the craziest day of my life.