A/N: Hey guys! Again, I apologize immensely for the lack of updates. Real life just tends to get in the way, and then writer's block can really be a pain in the ass. Thank you all for reading and reviewing this far along, and I hope you guys enjoy this last chapter :) As always, I do not own CSI: or any of its characters and affiliates, and I do not own the lyrics or the song Your Song by Elton John.

As the shot rang out through the air Sara shrieked and Warrick instinctively pulled her to him in a protective embrace. With an arm wrapped around her shoulders he reached into his pocket with the other and pulled it out—the one thing that had been able to help him sleep at night. The one thing he took with him everywhere he went.

The gun that he couldn't wait to fire at the son of a bitch that had broken the only thing he had ever loved.

The young waiter that had been at their table had his hands over his head in surrender as heavy footsteps approached behind him. He was barely twenty and this had not been in the job description.

"Sorry to break up the little engagement party." His voice was venomous as he walked through the twin china doors with his .9 millimeter pistol in front of him. "But Sara, I believe you and I had a little unfinished business to attend to," Trey sneered evilly at her.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch," Warrick hissed, trying to block Sara's view of Trey and Trey's view of Sara. "You're never laying another hand on her again. Coming back here was the stupidest thing you could've done."

"Oh do be quiet," Trey hushed. "I'll deal with you later." He locked his eyes on Sara's shaking form. "Now just let Sara and I talk… that never hurt anything, did it?"

"Forget it," Warrick spat, keeping the gun held in front of them as a warning. "If you even breathe on her funny you're a dead man. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time."

"Well then that makes two of us," Trey's eyes narrowed as he clicked the hammer of his own pistol. He shot a look over at the scared young waiter cowering in the corner of the balcony, currently using his serving platter as a shield. "You," he pointed to him. "This atmosphere is rather… dull. How about some music?"

"He can't be serious," Sara whispered just softly enough so that Warrick could hear her.

"He's crazy," Warrick muttered.

"Now!" Trey shouted at the waiter when he didn't move. The kid just nodded quickly and got to his feet shakily, heading back into the restaurant. "Now that's service," he smiled over at Warrick and Sara as he returned his attention to the two of them.

The speakers outside the restaurant cracked a little before a soft smooth cello and bass was audible from both.

"I wanted you to hear this song after dinner," Warrick told Sara, trying to avert her attention to something other than the gun pointed at them both. "I had it all planned out… a nice bottle of wine, soft music, dancing…"

It's a little bit funny this feeling insideI

'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money but boy if I didI

'd buy a big house where we both could live

"I would've liked that," Sara whispered to him, almost forgetting Trey was there. Slow-dancing with Warrick was all she needed to take her mind off of the currently gun pointed at them.

"When this is over, Sara," Warrick continued, "We can go somewhere away from Vegas just the two of us and try this again."

Sara nodded in agreement, a smile slowly crossing her face. "I'm tired of the flashing lights."

"Me too," Warrick smiled back.

"Um, hello?" Trey asked, waving the gun in front of him, getting annoyed that they were now completely ignoring his presence. "Have you stopped to think that there isn't going to be a next time, Mr. Warrick Brown? By the time this is over your little friends are going to be taking away three bodies."

"What?" Sara whispered in disbelief. Three? Who else could he possibly be planning on killing?

"Sara my dear, surely you don't believe I'm planning on getting out of here alive," Trey chuckled. "Once I've disposed of you both the cops will have no reason not to kill me. That's why I've brought three bullets with me; one for your precious prince charming, one for you my darling, and then one for me."

"You're crazy," Warrick hissed, his grip around Sara tightening as he glared at Trey, keeping his own gun steady in front of them. "You can try all you want but you're going to waste those other two bullets you brought for us. We're not going anywhere."

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you

"You wouldn't risk my bullet traveling faster than yours now Warrick, would you?" Trey asked, slowly directing the barrel of his gun from Warrick to Sara. Warrick tensed. "Go ahead, shoot me," Trey prompted. "I dare you. But just know that if you make one mistake you're going to be covered in Sara's blood—"

"ENOUGH!" Warrick shouted when he felt Sara's body resuming to shake again in his arms. "I knew you were pathetic man but this is ridiculous," he hissed at him. "You have to threaten Sara to act tough? Is that how you get off?"

"I would watch what you say to me, Warrick," Trey growled. "I have a very bad temper, as Sara has already learned."

"Then listen to me," Warrick told him. "This is what we're going to do." Looking down at Sara for a moment, he leaned toward her and whispered something into her ear. Sara was reluctant but finally agreed and hesitantly pulled away from their embrace.

"Where is she going?" Trey immediately asked, eyeing the pair suspiciously. "She's not leaving."

"She's not going anywhere," Warrick explained. "She's just going to stand behind me. Then you and I can handle this like men."

"Warrick!" Sara immediately stopped in her tracks. "You didn't--!" He hadn't mentioned that part to her. If he got hurt because of her she would never forgive herself.

"It's okay Sara," Warrick assured her, gently nudging her behind him with his free arm as he kept his other holding the gun at Trey. "Just go."

Sara didn't budge, staring at Warrick with wide, uncertain eyes. "Warrick…"

"Sara, I promise," Warrick soothingly told her. Despite everything that was going on, including the gun being pointed at them, his voice was still cool and calm to her. "It's going to be okay. Just get behind me." It took a minute, but Sara finally complied and stood behind Warrick who blocked her with his own body as a protective shield.

"Trying to be the hero, huh?" Trey asked with a sneer. "It's going to come at a price. Once I'm finished with you everyone here can experience a real man take your woman."

"Warrick—" Sara trembled.

"Just listen to the song Sara, okay?" Warrick whispered to her, his gaze at Trey unwavering. "Don't think about him. Just listen to the song… I wanted this to be our song. I'm sorry it didn't quite work out that way. I'll make it up to you when this over. Remember what I said?"

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"Yeah," Sara whispered, the uncertainty still there. "But Warrick—"

"Don't worry about it Sara, just listen to the song and this will be over soon," Warrick assured her. Then turning his attention back to Trey, a smirk played on his lips. "What are you going to do now?" he asked him.

Trey cocked the gun in his hand, keeping it steadily on Warrick the entire time as his gaze wavered from the gun being pointed at him, to Warrick's face, to Sara and then back again. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The police could arrive at any minute now. Time was running out.

So he decided to use the last card he had up his sleeve. He wasn't going to; it was beneath him. But it was the last act of a desperate man, and he was desperate. "Sara," Trey addressed her.

Warrick tried to block Sara's view of Trey and his view of her, but that didn't stop him from talking.

"Come here," Trey told her.

"Who do you think she is?" Warrick scoffed. "She's not an idiot. She's not going to just go over there—" While Warrick was distracted a gunshot rang through the air and Sara as well as several other restaurant patrons screamed as red sprayed her face and her dress. Warrick fell back against the balcony grasping his bloody shoulder with the hand the gun had been positioned in.

"Stop it!" Sara shrieked. "Don't hurt him!" She ripped a piece of material from the bottom of her dress and tore it into long strips with her teeth as she tried to tend to Warrick's wound.

"Sara,don't… worry about me," Warrick winced. "Get behind me!" He had to protect her- that was his only decision. There was no plan B. If he couldn't protect her, then no one could. He wasn't about to let her get hurt again. But the bullet Trey had fired at him had hit his shoulder square-on and blood was seeping through his fingers and Sara's makeshift bandages quickly. The pain was excruciating.

"Sara," Trey addressed her again. He waved her over with his gun, still smoking from his gun. "Come here, or I'll finish him off right now!"

"Sara, no," Warrick tried to tell her. "Don't go over to him, I have my gun," he tried to reassure her. But with his gun-hand pressing against his wound and the fact that he was losing strength altogether, Sara knew that Trey would be faster. She had no choice.

"I'm sorry Warrick," Sara whispered to him. After tying the remaining pieces of the ripped material from her dress around his wound to try and stop blood loss as much as possible, Sara got to her feet, swallowed her nerves and started to walk over to Trey.

"Good girl," Trey smiled.

"Sara, no!" Warrick shouted, trying to reach for her but his attempts were in vain.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

Once Sara was in arm's reach Trey grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, inhaling the smell of her perfume now mingled with the coppery fumes of Warrick's blood. "I was much too quick with you last time, Sara," he hissed into her ear. Sara grimaced as she felt his foul breath against her neck but didn't move for fear of him hurting Warrick. "This time I will savor every last moment."

"Let her go you son of a bitch," Warrick growled venomously through clenched teeth. Using his new-found strength – perhaps strength Sara had passed onto him—he braced himself with his free hand and began to pull up his body's deadweight so he could get to his feet. He was slumped over from the pain in his shoulder, but he finally managed to stand up straight.

"Isn't that sweet?" Trey mocked. "Look Sara, he's going to kill himself simply trying to stand up!" he cackled.

"Warrick, please," Sara pleaded with him as she watched him struggle and his face contort into the many different stages of pain. "Don't hurt yourself… I'm not worth it."

"But that's the thing, Sara," a small smile played on Warrick's lips. "You are worth it. This is what guys do – they protect the woman they love. I'm not just going to stand around and watch this bastard lay his hands on you."

"Too bad," Trey clicked his tongue. "Because you're not going to be around that long anyways." Pointing his gun at Warrick he clicked the hammer and his finger began to squeeze the trigger…

"NO!" Sara shouted.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I doY

ou see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Another gunshot rang through the air, but there were no cries of pain accompanying it. Sara was holding onto Trey's arm that was now pointing at the sky and Warrick realized that she had knocked off his aim.

"You bitch," Trey hissed at her. In one clean swipe he whacked her across the face with the butt of his gun sending her sprawling with a groan and she landed at Warrick's feet.

"Sara?" Warrick whispered, kneeling down beside her. He helped her to her feet and rubbed the skin on her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sara whispered, ignoring the small trail of blood making its way down her cheek. "Are you?"

"I am now," Warrick whispered back, "You saved my life, girl."

"You saved mine," Sara whispered. "It's what women do for the men they love."

"That's it!" Trey shouted, bringing them back to reality. "Sara, I was going to let you live a little longer but you've finally blown my last fuse. Now you both die!" Sara and Warrick could both tell he was hysterical now and more desperate than ever; there were sirens audible in the distance.

"I don't think so," Sara said. Her voice was strangely calm. "Your little plan just back-fired."

"Oh yeah?" Trey sneered. He squeezed the trigger on his gun but heard nothing but a click! He growled angrily and started pulling it over and over again, but each time there was just a click.

Warrick was confused but Sara simply held up the hammer of the gun in her now blood-stained palm. Warrick realized now that when she had shoved his hand away she had managed to dismantle it from the gun, but had gotten a nasty cut in the process.

"How the hell did you…" Trey's eyes were wide in disbelief.

"I learned a thing or two in weaponless defense training," Sara spat. Looking over at the balcony, an idea crossed her mind.

"Give that to me," Trey hissed, holding his hand out.

"I don't think so," Sara replied. Walking over to the balcony she held the small piece over 50 feet of pure air and Vegas pavement.

"No, no, no--!" Trey shouted. But it was too late and Sara had already dropped it.

Everything next happened so fast no eye-witness could have told you the story and gotten it completely right. In his fury Trey had grabbed a steak knife from off the dining table and came at both Warrick and Sara, but Warrick remembered the gun in his hand and a single shot rang through the air as they watched Trey fall to the ground, blood pouring from the wound in his chest.

"H… How," Trey gasped, staring up at Sara in disbelief. "…did…"

"Haven't you ever seen the movies?" Sara asked, walking back over to Warrick whose hands were shaking but he composed himself when he saw that Sara was unharmed and wrapped both arms around her, letting his gun drop to the blood-stained granite tile. "The good guys always win."

Just then Brass and the entire Las Vegas Police Department appeared in the doorway of the balcony, guns drawn. "What the hell happened here?" Brass asked.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"Take this guy away, Brass," Warrick simply said, motioning down to the struggling Trey on the ground. Before Brass could start asking questions, he looked down at Sara. She looked up at him and smiled. "Are you okay?" he whispered to her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She nodded. "You need to get your shoulder checked out," she told him. "Let's get out of here."

"I'm all for that," Warrick told her with a small smile. He had actually forgotten about the pain in his shoulder; it felt numb now. "Brass?" he asked the other man.

"Medics are outside," Brass told him. "I'm really glad you guys are okay, 'Rick. Go get checked up; the medics are just downstairs."

"Thanks Jim," Warrick sincerely told him as he and Sara stepped over broken glass and shell casings and made their way out of the dining room downstairs to the medics.

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"Warrick?" Sara asked, stopping when they were just outside the dining room and the soft music stopped coming from the speakers.

"What is it, Sara?" Warrick asked.

"This is our song," Sara smiled brightly at him. "I like it."

"No Sara," Warrick chuckled. "It's Your Song," he teased her.

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

The End

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