And I'll Fight For You Darling.


Sebastian's P.O.V

There is a knock at the door. "Mr. Smythe"

"Come in." I command though, it came out more as a sigh. I had been crowded with paper work all day and it's my own fault. Whenever Kurt and I had a fight, the first place I run is is work. Now all I wanted to do is hug him and tell him 'I'm sorry.'

"We have a robbery at the bank on Baldwin street." His face was serious and strained under his short ginger hair. "You're on the case, here are the names of the hostages and bank description." He pulls out a slim stack of papers from behind his folded arm. "We have it surrounded, I shall ride you up there when you finish here."

I take the papers from him and he quickly leaves the room in haste given the current situation. At least I would get some action today. Anything to get my mind off of my angry husband. I look down at the somewhat short list.

Harland McMark

Age: 38 - Sex: Male

(Wife, 2 kids)

Sydney Klo'en

Age: 22 - Sex: Female

(N/A)

Mark Landsing

Age: 32 - Sex: Male

(Wife)

Marlana Hudson-Rich

Age: 52 - Sex: Female

(Husband, 5 Kids, 3 Grand Children)

Harmony Little

Age: 24 - Sex: Female

(N/A)

Leana Turner

Age: 34 - Sex: Female

(Divorced, 2 Kids)

Kurt Hummel-Smythe

Age: 28 - Sex: Male

(Husband)

My world stops at the last name on the list. "My Kurt?" My voice cracks, I wouldn't cry though. No, that's a sign of weakness. I'd get Kurt. Safe. In my arms where he should be.

Before I could finish the thought my office was bombarded by 6 men who came inside with a phone settled in one of their hands. "Mr. Smythe, we have the holder on the phone." My attention is full now as i sit up in my chair, anticipation on high. He sits the phone on my desk and clicks on the recorder.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Sebastian Smythe? LAPD?" The holder asks.

"This is him," I sigh. "May I ask your name."

"You cannot," He replies. "May I ask you something?"

"Please do."

"I would like to talk with you alone."

"I'm sorry."

"I know there is other people in there with you and i refuse to cooperate with them there."

I looks up, all the men searching for an answer. I smile letting them know that it is okay, they can go. One-by-one they begin to leave. Last being my boss laying a firm hand on my shoulder. I looks up to him and smile. With that he leaves.

"You may continue." I state.

He hesitates but continues. "You recognize my voice?"

"No sir." I respond.

"Really committed to your job aren't you officer?" He chuckles on the other line. "2 years ago today, your department killed my son David Parkenson.

I skim through my memories quickly. "I remember."

"Good so you're with me."

"Yes, continue."

"You killed him."

"I did not." I deny quickly.

"Maybe not you specifically, but your department."

"We did not have a choice, he killed 7 innocent people."

"He was ill!" The holder's voice rises and you could literally hear him becoming angry through the device.

"It wasn't my decision sir." I say calmly. "But what's happening now, that will be my decision. Now, we all know who you are, and where you are. Just let this go."

He laughs on the other line. "You still don't get it. Your husband is here correct." I remain silent not giving him that satisfaction. "Is that correct."

"Yes. Sir."

"Do you love him?"

I sigh before replying. "Very much."

"Enough to die for him."

"Yes sir."

"Good, you see I don't care if I go to jail, I don't care if I die. Now it's your turn to sit back and wait for the person you love to die." The phone goes silent, and just like that, the conversation is over.

I stare blankly at the door. God knows how long I just stared. That is until the door moves.

"Mr. Smythe." I looks up to see me boss looking back to me.

"Your husband on that list?"

"Yes sir." I respond.

"I expect you to handle this as if he isn't. You save him, you save everyone else, you got it."

"Yes sir."

He leaves the room.

That did it. I cracked. For the first time in 8 years.

I cried.


A/N : I was going to make this a freakishly long one-shot, but i am too freaking sleepy. I have it written in my notebook as a klaine, so it is very possible that i might accidently say Blaine, when i mean Sebastian. Minor set backs right? right.

I think i will do like 3 chapters every shot. The chapters in my book are SO SHORT. so i should be finished writing it all in the next few days.

I should be able to update everyday .

Adios - RadHadder .