"Any news on what happened here?" Amaro asked a uniformed officer waiting by the cars, the man shook his head.
"We only have vague details, sir. The 911 caller stated that she heard 'horrific screams and cries for help.' But no shots fired."
Fin furrowed his brows, testing to make sure his ballistics vest was on properly. "And they got all these officers here? A bit much don't you think?"
The uniformed officer shrugged, a little at a loss for what to say.
Just then a man leading the SWAT group approached, nodding towards the detectives. "Are you ready to head in? We've had no sign of movement inside."
The detectives nodded, checking their guns and vests one more time before following the man to the other members of his unit.
"You two, I want you headed upstairs once we cover the first floor. Proceed with caution. No word on what weapons were used or who all was inside the time of the attack." The two men nodded at their leaders instruction.
"Can you ladies check for any victims on the first floor?" Amanda and Olivia nodded, watching as the man looked towards Nick and Fin next.
"And you two will come with me down to the basement, it's believed that is where the assailants entered and exited the residence."
The two nodded, the man then turned towards one of his own. Giving him the signal to line up the battering ram to be used on the front door. There was a silent count down before the door gave a loud crunch as it splintered inward.
The two men destined to head to to the second floor moved in first, their flashlights providing some light to the darkened first floor.
Amanda held back a gasp as the carnage inside was illuminated, severed limbs, butchered bodies and blood covered the cream carpets.
The leader of the SWAT unit flicked the light switch with no response, frowning he signaled for them to proceed with caution into the rest of the first floor.
Once they'd cleared the foyer, living room, dining room, and kitchen they decided it was safe to split up the group.
Amanda shot Fin a glance before he and Amaro disappeared down into the basement.
"What a mess..." The blonde whispered, Olivia looked up. She had barely caught the comment even over the thick silence that hung in the room, "I don't know how they're going to try to build a case off of this. Everything is contaminated. Foot prints will take forever to clear, there are so many different ones. I can't even tell how many victims are here..."
The brunette frowned, knowing the younger woman was right.
Olivia's attention was quickly diverted by a small groan to her left, trying her best to keep from stepping on anyone the brunette made her way over to where the sound had come from.
"We've got someone here, she's barely alive!"
Amanda turned, her eyebrows lifting high at the news. "Get the paramedics in here, now! We've got a survivor!" The blonde cried, she could see the silhouettes of Munch and a uniformed officer reacting to the news by the front door.
Amanda moved to holster her gun so that she could assist if needed, it was then that her eyes caught something moving behind Olivia. Panic seized the younger woman as the shape of a man emerging from beneath the decorative table behind the couch became more clear.
"Liv, get down!" Amanda cried, charging forward as something glinted off of the light coming from their flashlights.
The blonde grit her teeth as she used her gun to deflect the weapon, she felt the metal in her hands tremble at the impact. A spark caught as metal clashed, the blade sunk into the table beside them with a dull thud.
The man swore under his breath, adrenaline pushing him into action again before Amanda could respond.
She staggered back, lifting her arms as she tried to evade his attempt to catch her with his machete.
The air was pushed from her lungs as the blade collided heavily with her vested abdomen, a faint crunch reaching her ears as she staggered more.
Teeth clenched, the detective tried to move away but the man brought the machete back towards him. The blade while ineffective against the vest with a physical blow, sliced easily through the tightly woven fibers when moving in a slashing movement.
Amanda cried out, nearly falling over as the immense pain met her senses. Unable to stay standing the blonde collapsed to the floor on her back, flashlight on the floor nearby.
Amanda grunted, kicking out with her heeled boots as the man moved to stand over her. Even with the immense pain, she managed to land a solid blow to his groin. She then used her legs to push his body over her own with her last bit of strength as he doubled over.
Olivia watched silently nearby, her body covering the body of the surviving victim. Seeing that Rollins had managed to take the man down the brunette rose to her feet, drawing her gun.
"Don't shoot him... It's what he wants." Amanda managed to get out passed clenched teeth, her hand covering the gash in her vest.
Olivia glanced towards the younger woman, the pain palpable in the blonde's voice.
She could see the man slowly getting to his feet, the machete catching some of the light streaming in from the front door. He was too preoccupied with Olivia and her gun to notice John and the uniformed officer coming up behind him.
John landed a solid blow to the back of the man's head with the butt of his gun, knocking him back down to the floor. He and the uniformed officer quickly kicked his blade away and handcuffed him.
Olivia knelt down next to Amanda, her face paling when her flashlight moved over the blonde's wound.
"Thank you..." Olivia whispered, her hand covering the younger woman's. Amanda smiled, taking in a weak breath before responding.
"No problem... Partner. Glad you're okay."
Olivia's jaw flexed, she then looked towards the door. Glad to see that the paramedics were finally making their way inside.
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"How many survivors do we have so far?" The lead paramedic asked, still breathing heavily from checking on both Amanda and the other victim. Both of them now safely outside and on their way to the hospital.
"Only the one you guys looked at." Olivia said, trying to wipe the blood on her hands onto her pants.
Before the man in front of her could respond, one of the two men who had cleared the second floor yelled down. "We've got two more survivors up here. We're going to need help immediately."
The paramedic gave Olivia a nod before moving to investigate what was going on upstairs.
The brunette gave a small sigh of relief when the lights flickered to life in the living room, Amaro, Fin and the SWAT team leader emerged a minute later.
"What happened up here? Where's Amanda?" Fin asked, worry coloring his features.
"She's on the way to the hospital... One of the assailants was still in the room. Tried to get the jump on us when I found a survivor. Amanda took him down but he slashed through her vest in the process."
"He cut her?" The man asked, his voice rising as the severity of the situation hit home.
Olivia put her hand on his shoulder, "Fin, she's alright. They've already got her on her way to the hospital. And we've got a key witness and perpetrator to the crime. She made it possible for us to arrest him and not put him down like he wanted."
Fin's jaw flexed, he averted his eyes as he tried to calm his temper.
"Save it for interrogation." Nick added patting Fin's back as he passed them, "We'll get these bastards."
John smiled grimly as he approached them, "Good work guys. Fin, Olivia; I want you two to head out to the hospital. Check on the victims, Amanda and pick up our perp, alright?"
"What about me, Sergent?" Amaro asked, unclipping his vest.
"You're coming back to the precinct with me after we check around here for any logs or IDs for the victims."
Nick nodded, removing his vest and moving to place it on the couch.
"Nuh uh detective. You had better not be thinking about sitting that vest on my crime scene."
Olivia couldn't help but smile as Melinda approached, the darker woman was pointedly glaring at Amaro. One slender eyebrow arched until he hastily mumbled an apology and removed his vest from the couch.
"Now, all of you scoot. This place is already going to be hell, I don't need you all here blocking my light."
xxx
Olivia let out a sigh as they moved down a hallway of the hospital behind a nurse, she had told them that the only person available to be seen was the perpetrator. He was cuffed, drugged and getting his legs stitched up. The victims and Amanda on the other hand were in the middle of surgery.
"He's right in here." The nurse said, pointing to the door to their right.
Fin nodded, they moved into the room without a word. Olivia looked towards the doctor who was busily stitching the sedated man's leg.
"I know they said Amanda Rollins was in surgery but did you have any form of detail on her condition?" She asked, the doctor paused.
"When she came in... Miss Rollins was having sharp, stabbing chest pain while breathing. Pain was understandable in the region given the injury but... We ran an X-ray of her chest and discovered that one of her ribs had punctured her lung. It was partially collapsed, so they're setting her broken ribs with wire after addressing the lung."
Olivia's eyes shifted towards Fin, the man's jaw was flexing as he glared at the drug induced perpetrator.
The doctor could sense the tension and decided to try to divert attention from the young man for a moment. "Your friend is lucky to be alive. If this boy had known how to accurately wield that machete... She could have easily lost a limb or her life."
"You hear that you little shit? You almost killed my partner." Fin spat, roughly grabbing the teen by the collar of his shirt. The boy leered at him in a drugged stupor, the doctor placed a calming hand on Fin's arm.
"What you do to him outside of the hospital is your business... But I can't allow you to handle him like that while you're under our roof."
"Well, then you'd better hurry up with those stitches. I'm going to be outside, come get me when he's done." Fin said, hastily tugging his phone from his pocket before exiting the room.
"Sorry about that... He's just worried about her, they are very close."
"I don't blame him. The paramedics who wheeled your victims in told us that it was one of the worst things they had ever seen. Despite his age, this young man has done something terrible. Even knowing this I cannot allow a detective to man handle him in front of me."
Olivia nodded, "I understand."
"It will be a few more minutes and then you can take him to your precinct, I will make sure that your captain is kept posted on the condition of your fellow detective as well as your victims."
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"Hey there Patrick, wakey wakey."
Patrick groaned, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He frowned as he noticed the handcuffs keeping his hands attached to the table before him.
"Hope you had a good sleep kid, cuz you aren't getting any once you're in that cell."
"W-what do you mean?" He stuttered, fear beginning to sink in as he remembered what had happened.
"Well, you see Patrick... We ran your name." Olivia said, flipping open the manilla folder in front of her. "And nothing came back, you're squeaky clean."
"Emphasis on the squeaky..." Fin grumbled, leaning in a bit. The scowl on his face intensifying, "You've barely got hair on your chest and you're cutting up battered women with a machete?"
Olivia pulled out a piece of paper and pushed it across the interrogation table, "We didn't find anything on you but we found something on your brother, Arnaud."
Patrick stiffened at the mug shot of his older brother, the fear obvious in his wide eyes when he looked back up to the detectives.
"You see, we were the ones who picked up your brother and his buddies not so long ago. We're the reason they're in jail but it looks like we didn't get all of them, did we?" Olivia asked, finger tapping the image right beside the 'X' tattoo under Arnaud's eye.
"You don't have their tattoo yet, Patrick. Did they tell you that you had to come along on tonight's run to get it?" Olivia asked, "Tell you that you had to cut those women with the blade they gave you?"
As she spoke, the brunette pulled out images from another folder. These were from the crime scene, the gore immediately making the young man wrinkle his nose and look away.
"Did you feel like a man when you helped cut down those defenseless women?" Olivia asked, her voice low. Patrick ignored her, his jaw flexing as he stared at the wall to his left.
"Did you?!" Olivia cried, slamming her hands down on the table. The boy jumped, turning wide eyes back towards her angry ones. At the moment all she saw was the dark blur that she'd seen in the dimly lit building, the blur that was responsible for Amanda's condition. He wasn't a person, certainly not a boy still in high school.
"Bitches got what they deserved." He mumbled, breaking eye contact.
"And why's that?" Fin asked, placing a calming hand on Olivia's shoulder. He could feel the brunette's body trembling with rage beneath his hand, he felt the same way but he knew he had to be objective so that they could solve the case.
"We went there to see a girl named Nicole, she was the ex of one of the older guys. Bitch met some chick on campus who had stayed there, the chick gave her the card of the lady that owned the place. Luis found out Nicole was not only staying there but she was also fucking the owner."
"Why did Nicole feel the need to go to a battered woman's shelter, Patrick?" Olivia asked, noticing the bravado the boy was trying to talk with.
"Luis said they got into a fight and she pissed him off so bad he hit her. They fought for a while and then they broke up, then she just fucking disappeared. he wanted to pay her back."
"So he got you guys to go with him and commit murder?" Fin asked, "Over a chick?"
Patrick nodded, moving his eyes over to meet Olivia's.
"Gotta keep your bitches in line."
xxx
Amaro frowned, watching silently as his colleagues exited the interrogation room with exasperated expressions. They had spent the last two hours trying to coax names of the other assailants out of Patrick but the teen had stubbornly refused to cooperate.
"Did you have any luck out here?" Fin asked, shoving his free hand into his pocket as he approached the younger detective.
Amaro nodded, "Yeah, I called up the gang unit. They mentioned that BX9 has been busy trying to make a name for themselves, especially after our arrests. One of their 'higher ranking' members is Luis Alvarado... Who we know, thanks to Facebook... Was recently in a relationship with Nicole Martinez." As he finished, Nick pulled out a image of the young woman.
Olivia frowned as she looked at the photograph, she tried not to think about the fact that there was a good chance that the girl wasn't even recognizable now.
"We also managed to find a log the owner of the shelter kept, included copies of all of the tenat's IDs." Munch added, leaning against the wall as he noticed Cragen approaching.
"Just got a call from the hospital, Amanda is out of surgery."
DUN DUN DUN. This is going to be like a three chapter story. Maybe more who knows. I sure as hell don't. It was supposed to be a oneshot. Whatever. Let me know what you think and if you want more. ;)
PS, I apologize for the like 100th time for my awful technical skills when it comes to writing. My girlfriend said she was going to edit this but... Our schedules conflict. Blah.