Disclaimer: I do not own the Suite Life series. This is purely a work of fiction.

Moseby's POV:

It's amazing how quickly we became outnumbered. Physically, we had the advantage, but we were literally outgunned. There we stood four helpless, defenseless souls across from one solitary, seething man, and his powerful, foreboding pistol.

Tauntingly, he swayed the omnipotent handgun, never focusing on one target, rather, flaunting it in a manner that left not one of us feeling safe. I tried to play hero, but my efforts would only go so far against cold steel.

"Kurt, stop! Think about what you're doing!" Carey pleaded. I was certain that her words fell on deaf ears.

The sirens in the background became increasingly loud until the whirs finally peaked, signaling their arrival at the front of the hotel. Kurt was seemingly out of time, but that's what scared me the most.

"I-I can't go back to prison!" Kurt stated, emphatically.
My heart was operating at maximum capacity. My safety was the last thing that I was thinking of. The well-being of the three people behind me sat at the forefront of my agenda. Surely, the police were speedily making their way towards the suite, but I wasn't sure if their efforts were going to be fast enough.
Kurt's hand was shaky as he took a step towards all of us, gun still pointed with seemingly marksman caliber aim. I immediately came up with a plan. The plan was rugged, and easily put every single person in the room in danger, but it was all that I could come up with. I ran through the idea in my head. Once Kurt was within arms distance, I'd lunge at him suddenly, intent on grabbing his gun. He'd be utterly unprepared for my attempt, therefore increasing my success rate of disarming the madman. Yeah, my plan was foolproof, unless, of course, it wasn't.

Kurt took another step towards us, but it wasn't quite close enough for me to strike. My palms were sweating, legs quivering as my adrenaline surged. As if I were a cobra ready to strike, I subtly leaned back on my heels, trying to allow as much momentum as I possibly could. Finally, he took that fateful step towards me that brought him within striking distance. It was now or never!

I quickly shifted my weight to the balls of my feet and tried to lunge. There was a sudden pulling on my suit jacket that halted every bit of momentum that I had acquired. I turned around to see Cody grabbing the cloth that held me back. His eyes bore into my own as if telling me to stop. Did he somehow know what I was intending to do? Surely I hadn't telegraphed it to that extent. Perhaps, it was pure chance that he stopped me, with no other reason than to use me as the shield I willingly had been since I met him. It turned out to be the right choice.
I sharply winced as the partially opened door to the suite was nearly taken off of its hinges. In a flash, five decorated officers filed into the room, automatic weapons drawn and fixated on Kurt.
"Sir, drop the gun now!" The officer's face was stern and square. Lasers hauntingly danced over Kurt's body.

Extending my arms out, I retreated, willing Cody, Carey, and Zack to follow my lead. Despite the fact that the police had shown up, I still did not feel as though we were safe. If anything, I felt like he was more liable to shoot now that pressure had been applied.

"Sir, if you don't put the gun down, we will be FORCED to act as we see necessary!" They gave him the chance to surrender peacefully, but by the looks of it, Kurt didn't share the same views.

"I can't go back to jail! I-Cody...I'm so sorry buddy." Kurt surprised us all with his speech. It sounded like repentance, moreover, the repentance one would utter while they were on their deathbed, but Kurt-wait, no, it couldn't be! Everyone's eyes remained glued on Kurt as he turned the gun towards himself, placing it snugly within the confines of his mouth. Such a brash decision.

"Sir, no!" The officer screamed. Hastily, I turned around and covered Cody's innocent eyes with a strong hand. Carey, in turn, provided Zack with the same treatment. Both boys raised their hands to their ears as they prepared for the inevitable. Set in his decision, Kurt pulled the trigger. Officers began yelling, Carey's scream was dominating and shrill. My eyes instinctively shut as I heard the click of the hammer and my body tensed. Something was different though, there was no ear splitting bang from the pistol after the trigger was pulled. There was no pungent smell of gunpowder burning, no light clanging on the ground as a gun shell casing impacted. I opened my eyes to see Kurt quaking as he stood with the gun still in his mouth; the pistol had misfired.

Before he had the chance to even think about trying again, the commanding officer pounced on him, knocking both Kurt and the gun to the hard tile floor. The gun landed with a dull and heavy thud before sliding a small distance over the smooth surface. Mightily, the duo struggled in a litany of guttural grunts before the other officers stepped in to assist. I uncovered Cody's eyes; I wanted him to have the privilege of seeing the man who caused him so much pain, being subdued. Roughly, Kurt was pulled to his feet and led out of the room. Defeated physically and emotionally, the villainous male gave us one more passing glance. I would not waver as my expression conveyed all of my anger.

Kurt now in custody, a firm thought came to me. It was all over. With testimonials from the four of us, especially Cody, we'd surely be able to send Kurt to prison for consecutive life sentences. He could not escape the harsh reality we set for him. I passed the thought.
I faced the three reeling victims behind me and sighed. Cody was the first to react, barreling into me before wrapping his hands around my torso in a familiar embrace. Carey and Zack followed suit, and we became one, solid, affectionate entity. I felt warm. We hugged in silence, and even after we let go, we were still connected.

"It's over." I felt immensely relieved to utter those words. It was as if an incredible amount of weight had been mightily lifted from my shoulders.
Suite 2330 would eternally stand as a symbol of strength, reminiscent of the bond that the four of us in the room shared. The battle was won, and the war was over. I knew there would be battle wounds, and there'd be scars that would take time to fade, but together we could tackle any obstacle.

I could get used to this. I could get used to seeing a beautiful woman like Carey every day. I could get used to humoring and taming her, or our, mischievous son Zack. I could get used to further connecting with Cody, who had taught me so many new things so quickly. Yeah, I could get used to this. Living the sweet life.

A/N: Why yes, yes I did come back 4 years later to finish this story. I don't even watch the show anymore, and I'm not even sure if they make new episodes. I couldn't help it...I'd forget about the story for months at a time and then out of nowhere, I'd remember that I left it My original ending was going to be slightly different I believe, but I decided to throw this chapter together rather quickly, just so I could shut the book on this I can finally say that the story is complete. Hate to end it in such a corny fashion, but I just wanted it finished!
I'd like to thank all of my readers...all of them...even those that never A big thanks goes to those faithful reviewers and a big thanks to even the one time reviewers. This one is done! BTW, if anyone still visits the Suite Life section, and stumbles across this story, please review!