George: Yeah. Really, Rachel, I appreciate the sensitivity, but we've gotta be able to talk to each other.

Rachel: Fair enough. So anyhow, George tricks Davies' minions out into the hallway where he picks a couple of them off. Meanwhile, Davies is talking on the phone with the police negotiator and George is messing with his head, making him think he'll help him get a plane and whatever else he needs to get away. After Davies can't get in touch with a couple of his guys over their hand-helds, he's getting itchy. He wants to kill a hostage. I explain why I'm there and tell him that I think the rogue cop I'm looking for is the same person who is taking out his men. Finally, Davies radios Jim and tells him to show himself. Then he fricking shoots me! So Jim rushes to us. But then Davies gets a call saying they'll meet his demands, so he decides to take Jim and me hostage.

Jim: You went through that a little more quickly than we usually do.

Recapper: And that's a bad thing because...?

Jim: Point taken, Rachel. Take us home.

Rachel: Okay, so Jim and I start arguing about his failure to follow proper police procedure and endangering us all. Davies gets so tired of us, he shoots Jim. Then he drags me to the van. But of course Jim is nearly invulnerable, so he gets up, stops Davies cold and rescues me. This guy is a real American hero. I can't bust him. I just can't figure out why he's not dead, at least not until he reveals he's wearing a Kevlar vest.

Recapper: You know, that pissed me off. Did he stop to put one on in case Rachel had questions?

Rachel: Shhhhh. I'm almost done. Anyhow, I tell Jim to beat it before the SWAT teams arrives. He saved my life. I can't bust him.

Recapper: But that doesn't explain what all the other people being held hostage must have realized when they saw Jim go talk to Davies in person, right after you were talking -- aloud, about how your rogue cop and the guy taking out Davies' men must be the same person. I mean -- this is a police station.

Jim: Here, have some decaf.

Recapper: Right? Okay. Kids, why don't you finish up your story.

Daphne: I've got this. So, we're in detention: JJ, Natalie, Bailey Beeyotch, Chris and yours truly. But you know, I shouldn't call Bailey Beeyotch, at least not this week, because the Queen Beeyotch is Natalie. She dumps my little brother, right in front of all of us, and not even in hushed tones, because he's "interfering with her school work."