A/N: I know… Late, really late… but here's the end of the fic… .. .

Last part

Susan new Bree had left with her son for a few days, so when she saw her parking in front of her house she guessed something was wrong. She approached the car, and frightened her friend when she came out.

"Susan, what the hell are you doing here?!" she exclaimed.

"It's me who should be asking it… Katherine told us you were leaving for some time…"

"It's long to tell… Listen… Orson's with Kath and I'm afraid he's hurt her… So I need you to call the police, and an ambulance… alright?"

"Alright, but… what are you gonna do?" Susan asked, worried.

"I'm gonna help her…" her friend answered with brave decision.

"Are you crazy?"

"I may be… but I have to do it…" she closed the car's door, waited her friend to walk a few steps away and then went into the house.

From the cold basement of the Van-de-Kamp's house, a dishevelled, barefoot, mid-naked Katherine Mayfair, handcuffed to a pipe and tired to cry for help, listened the voice of her girlfriend Bree calling her name, and frightened.

"RUN AWAY, BREE!" she shouted before the man standing next to her gagged her mouth with her own untidy panties.

Bree heart that yell, and not thinking it twice followed the begging voice to the basement.

"Welcome home, my darling" said Orson's voice "Come down… we were missing you…" she caressed Katherine's hair while Bree stepped down slowly.

"What have you done to her, Orson?"

"Nothing… We've just been playing, don't we, Kathy?" he giggled and gazed Bree "Show me your hands!" he shouted pointing Katherine with the gun he'd taken from her house the day before. Bree hesitated but quickly raised her both hands showing she was carrying anything.

"Orson… honey… if you kill her you'll go to prison again. Why don't you let her leave, uh?" Bree suggested.

"I want you to come back with me…"

"It's ok. I'll stay with you… I'll stop the divorce and we'll be a marriage again, what do you think?"

"I think I'm not stupid…"

"What do you want, then, Orson?"

"I want you to see her dying… You've been having laugh of me all this time having an affair with your best girl-friend… but now it's my turn… I'll fuck you as hard as I've fucked her tonight… I'll make you cry and shout as loud as she's done and then… then I'll kill you, too…"

"You're ill… Orson…"

"Maybe I am… but not as much as you. Now… say goodbye to your loved friend" he aimed the gun on her head, Katherine curled, not crying, not shaking, but looking at Bree… who quickly took out a small gun from somewhere on her backside.

"Don't dare, Orson Hodge!"

Wisteria Lane use to be a peaceful place to leave except when sirens cut it's silent. Susan showed the police cars in which house there were being troubles. Gabriel Solis asked the ambulance' guys what was happening. And Linette Scavo trembled when they all listened two shots coming from the Van-deKamp's house.

It had happened something similar some years ago… when an angry ex-husband looking for answers kidnapped his ex-wife and her best friend… It was the same women this time… and the three friends waiting outside were afraid they hadn't the same luck.

Right when the police was going to go in someone opened the door… it wasn't Bree… it wasn't Katherine…

"Take him! He's the bad guy!" shouted Susan to the police when Orson came out the house.

"If he's alive, then…!" Lynette didn't dare to continue, just run inside, and as well did her friends ignoring the policemen who asked them to stop.

There was a trail of blood coming from the basement that the girls followed. Downstairs they could listened the sobs of a woman. There was a lot of blood on the floor.

"Bree?" Susan asked.

"Katherine?" Lynette imitated.

"Here!" it was Bree's voice. Both women were in a corner, Bree's hands were trembling and she wasn't able to open Katherine's handcuffs "She's hurt!" she yelled "She's bleeding too much…" definitely those had been her sobs.

"I'm fine…" whispered Katherine "Just release me and I'll show you I can stand by myself…"

When Bree took out her gun, Orson just looked at her but didn't moved his hand, so Bree shot him on his shoulder and his gun was shot, touching Katherine's ankle. She was fine. Both were fine. Orson went to prison, again. Bree got the divorce and now she and Katherine live happily together in their always tidy and lovely home in Wisteria Lane.

THE END.