Hunt knew that there would be no escape from this and that neither director was coming out of this alive. Sure, he has killed men in the past but this was different. They never stopped to think how badly somebody can want something and do whatever they can to hide the fact of their involvement. What the CIA and FBI directors had failed to realize was that no matter how untouchable you think you are, in this reality you're only just a pawn. And their time was up.

For all that they had been involved in, he was given the green light by POTUS directly once he was made known of the facts. It is now his job to do everything and anything in his power to put an end to their illegal activities. He looks down at the .300 Win Mag sniper rifle. He's had this particular weapon for well over 20 years. It hasn't seen the light of day in 4 years. It's accurate and well maintained he's going to use it to complete this mission. He looked through the binoculars at the 18th hole of the golf course he has just what he needs to take out both directors. There's no available cover anywhere in the area and that's to his advantage. He'll wait until the CIA director takes his shot and then he'll take his. He's sure that the FBI director will try and locate where he's located. In a short amount of time, he'll take him out too. He selected the golf course for two reasons. The first being that it's wide open and there's nowhere to escape to. The second reason is that they made the mistake of both being together at the same time, and their predictability was noted. They decided to dismiss their security detail to enjoy their golf outing. He still has time to prepare so he gets into the prone position. He surveys the wind, distance to target, and checks his ammunition one last time. Through the rifle scope, he sees the two men pull up in a golf cart. Each gets out and survey their shots. The FBI director steps back and lets the CIA director take his shot. Hunt adjusts his shot and waits. He has one shot and he has to make it count. CIA director squares in front of his golf ball take three practice swings, and then Hunt fires. He sees the director hit the ground the FBI director has no clue where the shot came from. He is amazed that the sound of the shot was suppressed so well by the silencer. He ejects the cartridge, and chambers the second round. By now the FBI director is searching frantically for where the shot came from. He sees nothing, and then Hunt takes his second shot.

Xx

Somewhere in the Bronx not too far from the waterfront Rick and his team are sitting in his SUV. For now, they're hidden.

"Rick, are you sure we can pull this off?" Kate asks.

"Kate, what choice do we have? If we do nothing he's dead. I'd rather be doing something than doing nothing at all."

"Mike, you and your grenade launcher enter the north side of the building. Eric, you take the south side, and Kate and I will go right through the front doors."

Mike and Eric both mumble under their breath,

"It all seems good on paper until it falls apart."

Mike and Eric assume their positions on the sides of the building that they were assigned to. They all had direct comms with everyone in the team. Now all they had to do was wait.

Rick and Kate, we're standing by the front doors. They were just about the breach when Kate put her hand on his arm and stopped Rick. Kate noticed the front door had a tripwire stretched from side to side she pulled Rick back by his shoulder and quietly pointed to the almost invisible wire.

"Kate, I'm going to kiss you!" He said in a hushed voice.

"Not now babe, can you disable this?"

"Piece of cake, just give me a few seconds."

Rick took a pair of snips out of his bag and cut the wire. Both ends fall harmlessly away from the door. They pulled the doors open and notice that there are two claymore mines on each side of the lobby.

"Now that would have been deadly!"

"It seems that they don't want us to come in." Kate said with a smile.

"Well, they better be prepared for us."

The second they made entry into the warehouse they were met by automatic gunfire. Dropping to the ground they returned fire. There seemed to be bullets flying at them from every direction. After they were on the floor for about 5 seconds when they heard a very loud explosion to their left. When Kate looked up, all she saw were three men in fatigues flying through the air. When they landed, Rick and Kate got up and noticed Mike smiling at them. Rick advanced on the second group of 2 men. He shot his M4 from the hip while he was running full speed towards them. He took out one of them with a remarkably good shot. The second one who had failed to raise his weapon to fire in time was met with Rick giving him a face full of fist. Kate turned opposite from where Rick was running. She confronted the three men in fatigues when they realize she was charging on them they start to open fire. She dropped like a quarterback running with a football into a hook slide. As she did, she pulls her UZI up and aims. She lets a short burst fly and disappointingly they just hit the wall right above their heads. She readjusts her aim and fires again. This time she hit two of her targets and they drop right there. The third guy is shaken and just stares at her. As she gets up from the sitting position, her target engages his brain once again. By the time he does, she had already taken him out with a throwing knife to the throat. He falls back still clutching his own throat trying to stop the bleeding. It's a futile effort.

Xx

Jim Beckett knew he wouldn't last much longer. The stainless-steel table he was placed on was now tilted to a 60-degree angle. He had already lost two teeth, and he is sure that his jaw was broken. That's not to say anything about his hands. They took great joy in it when they broke four of his fingers, after the third one, he passed out, never revealing any information as to what they were looking for. He's been on this table for the past 8 hours, and he's losing the fight. He hopes like hell someone will save him from this torture.

"Mister Beckett, I am quickly reaching my limit of patience. It seems you should have talked by now. I give you a lot of credit sir, but now we're down to the point where your life expectancy has become quickly shortened. Never have I had a man who've I extracted information from resisting my methods for so long. Sir, my hat's off to you. But now the time for fun and games has ended."

The operative he knows as Mr. Williams takes a long look at Jim. Then he leaves. Jim is somewhat relieved that he's gone. What he knows is that when he returns, his time is up.

Mr. Williams returns with an IV bag with clear fluid in it, an IV line, and a very large bore needle. Jim doesn't need to ask what he has because he already knows.

"Truth serum?" Jim guesses.

"Very good Mr. Beckett. You should have been a detective like your daughter instead of an attorney."

"Well Mr. Williams, don't be too surprised if she shows up. And then you have to deal with her."

"So, Mr. Beckett you're resorting to last-ditch scare tactics is that it?"

"No sir, you'll wish you should have stayed in bed this morning. You have no idea of the hell that's about to rain down on you. In a way, I feel kind of sorry for you."

"Idle threats Mr. Beckett. And now there over."

Mr. Williams hangs the IV bag from the hanger. He stretches out the IV line rolls up Jim's sleeve and uses an alcohol wipe to clean his arm. He's about to insert the needle into Jim's arm, but then there's a burst of automatic gunfire to his left. Then without warning a grenade strikes the steel doors of the room that they're in. It blows the doors completely off its hinges.

Xx

Jackson Hunt had his weapon disassembled, back in the case and was walking away by the time FBI director hit the ground. He quickly removed his coveralls revealing a groundskeeper's uniform that closely resembled the golf clubs maintenance staff. Then he's over to the golf cart that was parked not far from where he was, his rifle was placed in the golf bag then he got in and drove away. He knew his son was dealing with some pretty heavy resistance. He knew there was no way he could get there in time so we did the next best thing. He pulled out his phone and called Martha. The phone rang twice when she answered.

"Jim?" Martha said into the phone.

"No Martha, I'm afraid not. It's me, Jackson."

"Jackson, please tell me that this nightmare is over?"

"I can't tell you that it's over, but what I can give you is that it's half over. The rest depends on Rick. Have you heard from him?"

"No, I haven't." Martha replied sadly.

"Okay, Martha here's what I want you and Joanna to do."

"I'm listening to you Jackson what do you have in mind?"

"Did Rick leave any weapons at the loft?"

"He did, he left us each a shotgun, and then two UZI's with two magazines each."

"Martha I need you to head down to the warehouse where Rick is at. He's going to need help. I'll text you the address."

Jackson knew that his wife could handle any situation. And he had total faith in Joanna's abilities as well. He did read the reports about her fitness in the field. She was good, and the both of them together will be a force to be reckoned with.

Xx

Kate was the first enter through the double doors that they just blew off the hinges. She sees her father there with his eyes closed, almost as if he's expecting to be shot. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her. Without saying a word his eyes dart to his right and she automatically looks that way. Standing behind a table is Mr. Williams. And what she sees next has her praying to God if there is one. Mr. Williams, it seems has the stainless-steel table rigged to blow with C-4. And in his hand, he has the detonator with his thumb hovering over the button ready to depress.

"Detective Beckett, I see your found your father. But I'm afraid that's all going to be for nothing. Because neither you or him leaving this room in one piece."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Kate said as she raised her M-4.

"Oh, what makes you think that I won't push this button right now, and take out you, me, your father and the three guys that are standing outside the door waiting to burst in? You see, I'm all in. My life is all about dedication. And dedication starts with a commitment to get the job done."

Rick was hearing every word said by Mr. Williams. They couldn't very well burst into the room with guns blazing, without causing harm to either Kate or her father. He hoped that she could talk her way out of this and save them all. It was all down to her.

Then Jim had an idea. You might be strapped to the table, but his brain was still working just fine. He just hoped that she caught on to what he was going to say to her.

"Katie, remember when you were younger, and I told you that there's always a way to solve a problem? In a way that can have a good outcome?" He grimaced as he spoke because he knew that his jaw was definitely broken now.

Kate thought about with her father just said. And she remembers when she was a kid she would play with knives. She wasn't really trying to do anything bad with them, she was trying to throw them at a target and be accurate in doing so. Her father had come out to the backyard and noticed that she was doing everything wrong. She was too far from the target, she was throwing off the wrong foot, and she was holding the knife incorrectly. He showed her the correct way to do things and after she tried throwing the knife she hit six bull's-eyes in a row.

"I do dad, do you think that would work in this situation?"

"You know, I'm not that sure, but I think it's worth a try."

Kate reach behind her back and withdrew a small throwing knife

She slipped it up her sleeve concealing it from anyone's sight. She winked at her father, and he turned his head preparing to speak to Mr. Williams.

"Mr. Williams, it seems that things aren't exactly what they appear to be."

While her father had his attention, Kate threw the knife at the hand that Mr. Williams held the detonator in. When it struck his hand, the detonator fell to the ground with a thud. By the time Rick realized what she was going to do, he had made the decision to enter the room. What he saw next was Mr. Williams clutching his hand trying to remove the knife that she hit his hand with. He withdrew his Sig Sauer 229 raised, aimed, and fired. The shot drilled into his forehead and exited the back of his head, making a mess against the white wall.

"Rick, help me get dad off the table. Be careful of booby traps that might activate whatever he has under the table."

Rick took a look under the table and found that Jim was free of the bomb. All they had to do was unstrap him and take him off the table.

"Well, I for one am glad to be off that damn table."

"Kate rushed over to her father after Rick took the last strap off, and smothered him in an embracing hug. When they broke away, Kate had tears coming down her face. But these were tears of happiness. They were about to turn and walk out of the room, and that's when Martha and Joanna stormed inside guns raised.

Once they survey the scene around them Martha looks at Joanna and says,

"Jackson must be off his rocker! It seems like they have everything well in hand now. I wonder why he made it such a big deal that they needed backup?"

Joanna just shrugs her shoulders and then walks up to Jim. He stares at her while trying to figure out what he needs to say in his head.

"Joanna, I think I'm okay with what you were doing. And furthermore, I think that I can see past the fact that you're now alive again. Don't get me wrong I'm still upset but I'm sure that in time, we can work through it.

All Joanna did was smile at him. Their eyes lock for the briefest second, and that's all it takes. Instantly their lips are joined together. It's then when Rick decides everyone should leave the room.

"Kate, why don't we leave and let the lovebirds have this room. I think they need it."

"Yeah, Rick you're right. It's kind of creepy watching your parents make out."

With the nod of her head, she takes Rick's hand and pulls him to the exit of the room.

Mike, Eric, Rick, Martha, and Kate walk back through the double doors and out to the SUV. Mike and Eric bring up an interesting question as they reach the SUV.

"Rick, those guys in there we took out didn't look like agents for a secure facility."

"Your right, they didn't. I think that they were mercenaries hired by the CIA."

"Okay, well tell me this, what's going to happen to all the bodies in there?"

"Mike, who really cares? I don't but I'm sure that within the hour the place will be scrubbed and the bodies will be removed."

"You know that this is NOT over by any means…. Right?

"No, Mike, it is over. I can assure that there is no way that this will be able to move forward ever again."

"What makes you so sure?" He asked.

"Well for one, there is no one in a position of authority to give any orders. Secondly, they can't order Joanna around to cover up their connections to any foreign country anymore."

"Rick? What happened to the people who were giving the orders?"

"Mike, that's classified. Just know that there will be better people who will now be directing the CIA and FBI."

Mike gives him a look to say that he doesn't want to know what happened to the prior directors. He just opens up the rear hatch and places his weapons back in the SUV.

"Eric, when you drop us back off at the loft, take the weapons back to where you got them from. On second thought, keep three of the M4's."

Kate looks at Rick and sees the spark in his eyes knowing that he wants to keep something from all this.

They only had to wait for about five minutes before Joanna and Jim came out from the building. The first order of business was to get Jim to the hospital and get him taken care of.

Xx

In the year that had passed, Jim and Joanna have come to terms with her lie. They talked it over and she was forgiven, well sort of. Whenever they had a disagreement like married couples usually do, Jim was the first to throw her missions and her death in her face. He regretted it instantly afterward and so they talked again about it how it hurt them both still to this day. They are doing much better with how they talk to each other.

Martha and Jackson had met up when he returned back from D.C. it was then that he decided to make a change, for the better. He had decided that he wanted to be once again a part of his son's life, and Martha's too. Knowing that he'd still have to deal with the unpleasant and constant reminders of his past life, he too joined his son and resigned from whatever agency he was a part of. He had found out that unlike himself, Rick had grown into a caring, devoted and compassionate man. He was loved and loved in return tenfold.

This is where he finds himself now. Sitting in the front pew right next to Martha holding her hand with all the love he has in his heart for her.

"Greetings all." The priest says.

Everyone in the church replies in kind.

"We are gathered to witness Richard and Kathryn as they take the path toward togetherness. I have met with both of them and I can say without reserve that they were meant to be together. So, without any further delay, let's get started."

Rick takes his place near the altar. When the wedding march music starts, he turns and all he can see is her. She's so beautiful. He can't believe that he's the luckiest man on the face of the earth. As she glides up the aisle he can see that she is just as happy as he is. She stops right next to him.

"Hi, Rick."

"Hi, Kate."

"Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me?" He asked.

"Babe, I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world!"

They both step up to the altar and face the priest who gives them a giant ear to ear smile.

"Are we ready?"

They both nod.

"Alright then, let's get started." "We are all gathered here today to see Richard and Kathryn as they are joined in holy matrimony…..

-Fin-

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has favorited and followed along with this story. It was a blast to write and I hope everyone liked the direction it had taken.

A/N2: A special shout out goes to TORONTOSUN without his idea for this story, none of what you just read would have been possible!

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