Disclaimer: Okay, so I do not own these WONDERFUL people. If I did, then I would be a very pleased individual. Dick Wolf has the rights.
Author's Note: This is my very first Fanfiction. So please be kind. And reviews are happiness.
Defender of Man
Chapter 1
Detective Alexandra Eames was laying on her still made Queen Sized bed staring at the roof nervously. It had been storming all day, and as night fell on the city the torrential downpour only got worse. Ever since her kidnapping sleep had naturally harder to achieve. And the thunder and lightening ever 2 minutes was not making things any better.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking on her front door, making her sit up and gasp in alarm. Wandering out into the hall, she warily watched the front door as she approached it. She looked in the peephole to only see a shoulder. Sighing, Alex stepped away from the door and prayed silently that it was just the FedEx guy making a late night delivery.
"Wh-Who is it?" She called. No answer. "Okay, well-" She was cut off when the door flew open knocking her to the ground. Alex screamed and curled herself into a ball.
"Now now, that's no way to protect yourself my dear." A familiar voice that had once sounded so sweet to her hissed in her ear. Now that voice sounded so cruel, and angry.
"What do you want?" Eames whimpered trying to crawl away from her intruder, only to be hit in the head with the butt of his gun.
The man laughed as she fell back with a cry of pain. "What do you think?" He demanded.
BABABABA
3 Am.
That was not the time anyone wanted to hear the shrieking of their phone. But for Robert Goren, it meant another case. Once he heard the catchy tune he sat straight up and snatched his cell phone of his nightstand.
"Goren." He grunted rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Detective, we have a body on Riverside." Captain Ross's sharp voice barked. "Call your partner and be here with in the hour." Bobby rolled his eyes and snapped his phone shut.
As he was getting dressed he tried Eames's cell a few times but she didn't answer. Pulling on his coat he decided he would just pick her up at her home.
BABABABA
He knew something was wrong when he pulled into her driveway. Her front door was ajar. That wasn't like his Eames, especially after her abduction. Not even bothering to pull out his umbrella he shot out of his car and ran towards the front steps.
"Eames?" He called when he entered the foyer. He felt bile rise into his throat when he saw a small puddle of blood on the floor. But that was before he saw the rest of her home.
The living room had been turned upside down. Her couch and chairs were slashed, all the books from her bookcases were torn apart and scattered on the floor, her television was smashed, and her kitchen was in the same condition. Before he could leave the living area in search for his partner, a small green and yellow object on the coffee table caught his eye.
It was Rocky, the parakeet he had bought her the day she came home from the hospital. A small switchblade was sticking the small bird to the oak wood table.
Oh no, not again. Bobby thought as he went back into the hall.
"Eames?" He called, more desperately this time. "Alex! Please answer me!" He opened her bedroom door and immediately felt lightheaded. There was blood all over her bed, the sheets were torn up, and there were what appeared to be bullet holes in her headboard. "Oh god." The big detective gasped falling back against the doorframe.
He was about to go back into the hall to call 911 when a small noise caught his ear. Her bathroom, he thought going back into the room and looking at the half open door.
He reached his hand inside the door and turned on the light. "Alex?" He said softly. He pushed the door all the way open and let out a strangled cry when he saw a mangled and bloody Alexandra Eames lying in her bathtub. The bloody water came up right below her chin.
"Al-Alex!" Goren cried running over and lifting her out of the tub. She had cuffs on her wrists and, what looked like, piano wire around her ankles. "Oh god! Alex!" He laid her battered body on the cool tile and brushed her wet hair off of her face. He couldn't contain his frustrated cry when he realized she was completely naked. He put his ear to her chest, not trusting his shaky hands to feel for a pulse.
Her heartbeat was present, barely, and her breaths were raggedy. Trying to swallow his overwhelming relief, he began to perform CPR. Holding her nose and opening her mouth, he began to breath into her mouth and give her chest compressions.
"C'mon baby." He grunted going through this procedure a few times before the small woman let out a strangled cough. Bobby turned her onto her side and lifted he arm to aid her in spluttering out the water in her lungs. "Good girl, let it all out." He encouraged.
After a minute or so he tuned Alex onto her back so he could look into her glazed eyes. "Alex, I want you to stay as still as possible. I'm going to call an ambulance, okay?" His partner nodded shakily and reached up touch his face.
"B-Bob-" She choked as tears spilt over onto her bloody cheeks.
"That's right sweetie, now hold tight." He reached up and grabbed a large towel off of the hook on the door and wrapped it around her shivering naked form. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.
A/N: Okay so the ending's abrupt. But I will be continuing ASAP if reviews aren't awful