*unedited*

Logan was just coming down the hall when she heard her cry. He'd taken longer than he planned because he was just about spotted by one of the hostiles. Was he too late? Rushing the rest of the way, he swiped his card and entered the room, only to see her performing CPR.

Under his arm was an AED kit, he figured they'd need it at some point, but he was hoping not so soon. There was still a lot to do. "Where's Jason?"

Leaning down, she went to give Darla mouth to mouth. "Gone to...call for...help," she said between blows. "Breath, damn it!"

He ripped open the woman's shirt and placed the pads on her chest, then charged the device. When it said to remove your hands, they did, and they watched as it shocked her system. "Continue CPR," it said to them

Tears were streaming down Tamara's face and it hit him right in the heart with his own tears threatening to surface. "Please, Darla. Breathe!" she begged, as she continued the CPR reps.

He was almost beginning to think she'd never come back after a few rounds of the AED, but then they heard the precious words. "Heartbeat found."

As soon as that happened, Tamara dropped to the floor, burying her face in her hands, sobbing. Then it was his turn to treat her wound, and thankfully was able to slow the blood flow. He hoped like heck that the bullet hadn't nicked an artery, but he wasn't sure. When Darla was stable, he raced around the bed and pulled Tamara into his arms. "You did awesome, baby!" he said, tenderly rubbing her back.

She didn't say anything, just buried her face in his chest and cried, her hands gripping his shirt as if holding on for dear life. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left. This is all my fault."

"It wasn't you, honey. You didn't shoot her."

"I got her into this mess."

He cradled her face in the palm of his hands and kissed her softly, wiping her tears away. "You are in no way to blame for this. They are. And we are going to make them pay. I promise!"

Tamara glanced at Darla's pale hand that had slipped off the bed in the disarray. "Think she'll be okay?"

The girl was in dire straits that much he knew, and the only way that she'd survive much longer was if they got her off the ship somehow. But they were too far from land to use a life raft with any degree of success. They had to take back the ship, and soon. Take out the men 1 by 1.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to see that we all make it off this boat alive. And then you and I are going to have a good long talk about our future."

He held her a few minutes longer and then stood up to check on Darla. The girl had lost a lot of blood and wasn't out of the woods yet, but they got her heart started again and that was a good sign. Reaching for her wrist, he timed her pulse. It was weak, but beating steadily.

"When Jason gets back we'll formulate a plan," Logan said, as he helped Tamara up from the floor. Her face was rosy and her eyes red from crying. He wished he could take all her pain away and tell her that everything would be fine, but he had no way of knowing for sure and he wasn't one for empty promises. If he said something, he meant it.

Touching the back of his hand against Darla's forehead, he found it cool to the touch. No sign of infection yet. "I want you to stay with her, okay?" he said to Tamara.

She stood up to her full height, and squared her shoulders, her hands balling. "I'm going to find who started this, and I'm gonna kill him."

He had to keep her out of harm's way. "Look, if she doesn't remember any of us, the only person she's going to want to see when she wakes up is you. You need to stay."

"You need me."

"Jason and I got this."

"I'm good at what I do."

He took her by the hand and pulled her against him. "I know you are, but I'm trained for these things."

"I took out Frank didn't I?" she said, attempting to pull away.

Holding her securely, he looked her dead in the eye. "No one is going to get the opportunity to take you out, not while I'm around."

She grabbed his arm and before he knew it, he was on the ground with her on top. "I was caught with my guard down once. It won't happen again."

Chuckling, Logan flipped her over so he was on top. "I don't doubt that for a minute, but the more of us out there, the more likely we are to be seen." There was a fire lit in her eyes and he knew she was going to argue him to death. "Don't make me handcuff you."

"You wouldn't," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Wouldn't I?"

"I swear to god that when this is over, I'll handcuff you," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

But much to his pleasure, she stopped arguing and settled on the bed beside Darla. He had a feeling that she didn't usually relent so easily. That's probably why she's had such a hard time at work. She challenged people and never backed down. And that was a side of her that was going to make their marriage very interesting. He couldn't wait until they got off this god-forsaken boat and made their way back to shore.

He sat down on the chair in the corner and watched his lovely wife care for her friend. She may be a hard-ass, but when she cared, she cared deeply. Underneath that tough exterior beat the heart of an amazing woman. And he was able to call her his own. Within a few minutes of sitting in that chair, he heard the door click and in walked Jason.

"Okay, help is on the way. They told us to just sit tight."

"Hell no!" Tamara said, jumping up from the bed.

***

"Where's my damn son?" Captain lockheart roared as he sat in the captain's seat on the bridge.

"We haven't seen him, boss," one of his cowering men replied.

The kid was supposed to check in 20 minutes ago. It wasn't like him. He grabbed the closest guy by the scruff of his neck. "Find him!" he said, before shoving the guy towards the door.

"Yes sir. Right away!" the youngster said as he scampered away, holding his reddening neck.

He should have thought twice about letting his kid organize the trip. He'd been far too in love with the girl to even be thinking clearly. As soon as Frank was found, he was going to put him in his place and wring that kid's neck.

After the bullet rang through the hall, they had to move things faster than he wanted to. He wanted to be farther away from land before executing the coup. They barely had time to set up before he found himself working his way onto the bridge. He wasn't sure who exactly took the shot, but it was one of his trigger happy men. Now he was wishing that he'd been the one to pick the team instead of entrusting it to his son.

"How long until we reach our destination, Garry?"

"At our speed approximately 15 hours, sir."

The captain growled. That meant 15 hours until they had enough men by their side to effectively keep control. He had wanted to carefully get onto the bridge without any problems and have the passengers happily unaware of what was happening. But instead, they were now sitting in the dining rooms with only a few of his guys situated at the doors. And that was only because he threatened the crew by saying that they'd kill the real captain if they didn't comply.

"What do you guys hope to get out of this?" the true captain said from his seat in the corner.

"More than you'll ever know," Lockheart replied.

After twenty minutes, the young man returned with news. "He's dead, sir, and the girls are gone."

Picking up the glass cup beside him, he hurled it towards the big tinted window at the front of the bridge. "Shit!" He walked over to a woman crew member who was sitting beside the captain, resting her head on his lap. Grabbing the woman by the hair, he pulled her onto the outside deck and threw her over the side onto the landing below.

As he walked back inside, he wiped his hands and wandered over to the captain. "One of mine, one of yours," he said as he crouched down, rubbing the top of the captain's head. Standing back up, he turned to the kid. "Take Jacob and bring my son to me. Zed, go find those girls"

With a little bow of his head, the kid replied, "Yes sir!" And with that the two youngsters left the room, closing the bridge door securely behind them. Lockhart collapsed into the chair again and rested his forehead against his palm as he tried to shove away the feelings of guilt that struggled to reign inside his heart. There was no place for emotion in his line of work. But whoever did it had to pay.

One man, who had a headset on and was monitoring the radio, pulled his headset off and looked at the Captain. "Sir, we have a problem."

"What now?" he snapped.

"Coastguard has been alerted and is on their way."

"How long till they reach us."

"Unknown, Sir!"

They were stuck on board until they rendezvoused with his ship farther in international waters. "Try to get through to my ship. Have them meet us as soon as possible."

The man nodded and put the headset back on, returning to his task. God, he needed a drink. Things were going from bad to worse. He felt like he'd just let his entire crew down. They were all counting on the bonus they'd get from this. And he'd finally have enough money to get the best doctor for his wife. She was counting on him.

"We can't meet up with them for about two days, sir."

That was too long. Standing up, he wandered over to the Captain Matthews, digging his gun into the man's chin. "You are going to make a call. And you are going to tell the Coast Guard that it's all clear. Got it?"

"Never!"

Aiming the gun to the woman by his side, Captain Lockheart tried again. "All I want to hear is, Yes sir."

"I won't do it," the man shook his head furiously.

Pulling the trigger, he shot the girl between the eyes and then pointed it at the next crew member. "Shall we try this again?"

"Stop. Stop!" he cried. "I'll do it. I'll make the call."

With the gun pressed into his back, Captain Matthews stiffly walked over to the radio and picked up the handheld radio. "Fox one, this is Fox two. All is fine, Fox."

"10-4, we copy transmission," a voice quickly responded back.

After the poor excuse for a captain made his call, the smirk on the man's face drove him nuts. Beaning the man on the head with the butt end of his gun, Lockheart dragged him to the corner. And then gave him a kick in the stomach for good measure.