A/N Huge thank you to BassCharlie for reviewing the last chapter! I wrote this just for you. So I hope you don't hate it lol :-)

They stepped lightly into the auto shop and looked around, but doing so seemed rather pointless. The room was completely empty, there wasn't even any dirt on the floor. Charlie moved cautiously because she was suddenly worried that this whole thing might actually be a trap.

There were two doorways leading out of the front room. One of them led in the direction of the garages and the other most likely led to some sort of office. She moved towards the door that led to the garage and waited for Monroe to get into position before throwing it open.

It was eerily clean, just like the other room. The only difference being the two wagons sitting in the room, and the four horses tethered in the corner. Charlie moved forwards and threw back the tarps covering the wagon bed. Several crates with the Ranger's insignia on them were sitting in the back. Monroe checked the other wagon and found the same thing. They had found the weapons. But...

What the hell was going on? Where is everyone? And why did they leave this stuff sitting here unattended? Monroe was obviously thinking along the same lines because he was looking at her with a confused expression on his face.

Conner seemed to have caught on as well because he finally asked, "Where is everyone?"

"Shhh!" She and Monroe both made the noise at the same time. Her irritation was steadily increasing so she motioned for them to follow her back out into the other room so they could check it out.

There was still no one there and they couldn't hear a sound. They went to the other door and Monroe pulled it open while Charlie stood with her gun at the ready. She had to put her hand over her mouth to stop the gasp from escaping her lips, Conner was backing away from the room waving his hand in front of his nose with a disgusted look on his face. Monroe's eyes were bulging.

They were looking into a small room, actually it was more like a closet, it was as clean and spotless as the rest of the place had been. The only thing missing was the floor. Where the concrete floor should have been, there was a gaping hole in the ground. The rancid smell was coming from the visible sewer pipes below.

Charlie turned to look at Monroe. "Where the hell are we?"

He shook his head slowly, it was clear that he was just as confused as she was. "Well I guess that explains why no one came running when we killed the guys outside. If they're down there, they wouldn't have been able to hear it."

She edged forward, gun at the ready, but it was pointless because there wasnt anyone there. There was however, a ladder. It was about fifteen feet to the bottom and Charlie knew that if they wanted to get Miles and Jeremy back then they had no choice but to go down. She put her gun back into the waistband of her jeans and started to swing herself down onto the ladder.

"Are you nuts? What are you doing?" Conner's voice was a hoarse whisper, he was probably afraid of whatever was at the bottom.

Charlie smiled at him. "Come on, I never said saving your asses was easy. You have to be willing to get a little dirty." She smirked over at Monroe who currently looked like he'd rather be locked in a closet with Rachel than go down that hole.

"Uh-oh, scared Monroe?" She grinned up at him, her little dimple showing on her cheek.

"Nope, just be careful Charlotte. Wouldn't want you to get eaten by the sewer people." She huffed a laugh as she started down the ladder.

"Aww, you say the sweetest things."

They all reached the bottom without incident. Unless you count Conner nearly falling off the ladder because he almost touch a 'turd.' He was mumbling under his breath and Charlie was pretty sure she couldn't understand what he said.

"Are you complaining in Spanish?" He looked a little startled at the question and backed away from her slightly, avoiding her eyes.

"No... Can we just go and get this over with." He was gesturing for her to take the lead down the tunnel, but Charlie already had a plan.

"Conner, you stay here. If anyone comes down kill them and if anyone other than us comes back... well, you should probably run." He looked between Charlie and his dad a few times but eventually nodded his agreement. She looked at Monroe and their eyes met, he nodded and took the lead with Charlie following just behind.

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The sewers were a maze of passages. Left, right, right, left, and right again. Charlie was starting to get dizzy. They had been wandering around for over an hour now, and she was sure that even if something had gone wrong back at the exit that she and Monroe would not have been able to hear it.

They had made a small torch out of some of the dried wood she kept in her pack for in case it rains and they can't find dry wood for a fire. But the dim light it provided only lit up the area five feet around them.

She was just about to suggest turning back when they noticed a bright light way down at the end of the tunnel on their left. She snuffed out their torch and readied her weapons. They moved quickly but silently towards the light. As they got closer they could her voices and shouting, and the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Monroe peered around the corner and quickly waved her forward. It was a door made of heavy metal and it was cracked open, that's where the light was coming from. The voices were louder now, whoever was talking was obviously inside.

Charlie moved to the crack in the door and looked inside. It was a long room with a low ceiling, it was dimly lit by a single torch on the wall right next the the door. There were at least 20 people in there, plus Miles and Jeremy who were both on the ground. One of the men was kicking Miles in the stomach.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" But Miles just laughed.

"Come on, you hit like a girl. You gotta put you back into it."

BAM. They guy punched him again, and even from this distance, Charlie could hear the sickening crack of his ribs breaking. Miles barely even flinched, he ground his teeth together and laughed again.

"See? I told you, that one was way better." BAM. The guy hit him on the side of the head and he fell to the side. His head happened to fall at just the right angle for him to look through the crack in the door and see her there. The smile that spread on his face was the biggest she had ever seen on the man, but he quickly turned his attention back to his torturer.

"Don't stop now, your doing good but you still need a little practice." He was taunting them to buy her some time.

"If we take out their lights we'll have a better chance." Monroe's voice in her ear made her jump. She had completely forgotten that he was there but she recovered quickly.

"If we take out their lights we won't be able to see and it will be more likely that we'll kill each other." She didn't turn to look at him because she could still feel his breath on her ear.

"Well then I guess you'll just have to be extra careful." She turned to look at him this time. She knew he was right, it was their best play. But roughly 20 people with guns, wandering around in the dark didn't feel like the smartest plan ever.

"Fine. Just be careful." His eyes were bright with amusement.

"Are you worried about me Charlotte?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm just worried that we'll be stuck with Conner if anything happens to you." He chuckled quietly but didn't respond. "Once the lights go out I'll go for Miles, you get Jeremy. With the four of us against these guys, we'll be out in no time." He grinned because he knew she was right but it quickly changed into a frown.

"Wait, why does he get to be called Jeremy?" Charlie didn't understand what he was asking.

"What?"

"Why do you call him Jeremy, but I'm still Monroe?" Rolling her eyes in irritation she turned back to the door.

"Would you just focus. You can cry about it later."

The crack in the door was just wide enough that she could fit through it. She squeezed through the small space and silently pulled the torch from its bracket before smothering it in her jacket. Just as the light went out Monroe threw the door open wide and jumped through it, quickly pulling Charlie away from the doorway.

Which was a smart idea, because as soon as they were away from the door all of the people in the room started shooting at it. In the chaos, Charlie and Monroe both ducked low and ran to the center of the room. Charlie almost tripped over Miles' leg.

"Well it's about damn time. Where have you guys been?" But she could hear the smile in his words.

"Don't look at me Monroe wanted to have a heart to heart outside first." She could hear Jeremy snort and then a thud, indicating that Monroe had hit him, and his accompanying groan.

The men in the room were all completely untrained. No one had even thought to try and light another torch yet. Thankfully though, they hadstopped shooting, apparently they had accidentally killed some of their own guys. Now they were all blundering around in the dark trying to find their intruders.

Once Miles and Jeremy were untied, the four of them stood up. They stood in a small circle facing outwards with their shoulders touching. Charlie had Miles on her right and Monroe on her left. She pulled her sword from her belt and handed it to Miles, then pulled out her large hunting knife. Monroe grabbed both of his swords from their place on his belt and handed one to Jeremy.

The entire exchange happened in silence and in a matter of seconds. Charlie felt Miles and Monroe take their fighting stances next to her and followed suit. Without even deciding to do it, they all moved at once.

Charlie was no longer touching either of the boys but she could feel where they were in the room. She struck out at the nearest moving body and the man screamed as her knife pierced his side and went straight through his ribs and into his lungs.

On of his friends nearby lunged after her in the darkness. He caught her left arm and threw her to the ground. Her head hit the concrete pretty hard but she ignored the pain and punched him in the face. He fell off of her and she rammed her knife into his stomach, feeling his blood pour over her hand.

She pulled her knife from his gut and sat still, waiting for her next victim. A man's loud footsteps gave him away as he stalked past her. She kicked her foot out and he fell flat on his face. She scrambled on top of him and pushed her knife up through his ribs and into his heart. She listened to him gasp for breath one last time before jumping back into the fight.

Charlie had taken down seven guys and was about to go for number eight when she realized that the leather in her hands smelled familiar. She ran her hands over Monroe's chest to check for injuries and satisfied that he wasn't hurt, released him. The room had gone very quiet.

"Miles? Jeremy? Are you guys ok?"

Miles raspy answer came from her left, somewhere near the door. And Jeremy's voice indicated he was somewhere in front of her. Realizing how stupid they must seem wandering around in the dark, she pulled out her small torch and relight it.

In the glow of the flames she could see a cut bleeding over Miles right eye, Jeremy's nose was dripping blood on the floor, and Monroe had a hole slashed in the front of his t-shirt where blood was slowly soaking it.

"Hey kid, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She subconsciously raised her hand to the back of her head, though realizing her mistake she quickly put it back down by her side. Too late though, Monroe had seen her do it and snached the torch out of her hand to examine the back of her head. She felt his fingers gently probing the wound and hissed when he hit a sensitive spot.

"It's gonna need stitches. It's a pretty deep gash." He handed her back the torch and showed her her own blood on his fingers. Jeremy ripped a piece of cloth off of his shirt and handed it to her to stop the bleeding.

"Let's get back upstairs. It's filthy down here, we're all gonna end up with infections." They all nodded and Jeremy took the lead, and her torch, with Miles behind him, and Charlie with Monroe at the rear. She could feel him looking at her.

"Are you alright? You feel dizzy? You might have a concussion." She was glad for the dim light and the fact that he could barely see her, otherwise he would have seen the smile on her face. He was worried about her.

Rather than teasing him she answered quietly, "I'm fine Bass, really."

"Are you sure 'cause... Did you just call me Bass?"

Again, she was thankful he couldn't really see her face. "Yeah, but that's probably just the concussion talking."

But he knew that wasn't the case.

OpOpOpOpOp

Conner had seemed genuinely surprised to see them all again. He led them back into the garage with the wagons full of their stolen weapons and they set to work hitching up the horses while Jeremy cleaned the cut on her head and stitched it up.

Miles moved several of the crates to the side and made to lie down before he looked up at them. "Aww crap, where's my pack?"

Bass, Charlie, and Conner all laughed as Conner took the bag over to the older man. "I went back and got them after we saw them bring you in here."

Miles grabbed it and set it down before plopping down himself and using it as a pillow. "Alright, let's get this crap back to the Rangers so we can be done with this shit. I'm exhausted."

Charlie laughed and hopped into the drivers seat of Miles wagon, Jeremy jumped up to join her. Bass took over the other wagon while Conner raised the garage doors.

"Dude, I need a drink." Miles had sat back up and was digging around in his pack. Charlie turned wide eyed in Bass' direction. He merely smiled and mouthed 'told you.'

"Bass, did you take my whisky?" Miles turned angrily to look at his brother.

Charlie couldn't help but laugh loudly. Bass had been right, he did always get blamed for the things Matheson's did.

Miles was looking curiously between the two of them but was distracted by the bottle of whiskey that Jeremy had thrown his way. "Here. Now quit whining, you big baby."

Miles took a long drink from the bottle and laid down. They set out of the old auto body shop and back towards the Rangers base. Charlie was happy. They had gotten the weapons back.

They had travelled a few miles in silence when Conner spoke up. "So guys, what's next?"

A/N So this is the end of this story. I do have an idea for a Charloe sequel in mind though so if that is something you guys would be interested in let me know. Thank you so much for reading!