Hi, so here is another new story and my first for this fandom! I am really looking forwards to writing this story and this little twist on 5x01 and I hope you all enjoy.

I intend this story to last five chapters, this is also at the time of publishing my 101st story so I am really looking forwards to hearing what you guys think of this little short story.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine just this little five chaptered plot.

And let me know what you think.

Gone Maybe Gone

An AU working of 5x01 in which Laurel is shot and not Pride. While his daughter fights for his life Pride fights to find Rebecca and the team fight to save their leader. Short story.

Chapter 1-Retaliation Hit.

In which Laurel comes homes to surprise her Dad and finds herself surprised instead and Pride walks in on his worst nightmare.

In all honesty she had not seen it coming. The same way she had never seen the bomb coming that time or the time where she had been dragged into the bushes and had killed that guy, or even the time where she had been in her Dad's bar and that woman had come in pointing a gun at her and she had been convinced that this was it and she was going to die alone in a place she had always felt safe.

Funny thing about that last one. She was pretty sure she that it was happening again, because there had been another blonde woman pointing a gun at her and this one had been looking for her Dad as well and had got her instead. Only this time there had been no Sonja with blood dripping down her face to stop it, there was no longer the luxury of her Dad being there and wrapping his arms around her and shielding her with his body.

This time she had completely been caught unawares.

And now she was lying on the floor of her Dad's apartment bleeding from what she thought was three bullet wounds, blood staining the floors and completely ruining her purple jumper that she had bought new. Her hair was sticky and stained with blood and she could feel each and every breath catch in her throat as the blood seeped past her hands and onto the floor. There was so much of it she could barely catch it through her fingers and it continued to drip out of her, the very essence of what was keeping her alive.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

At some point someone was going to come and find her. Her Dad was going to come and find her, he was probably going to go and get changed and find her here covered in blood. Weather or not she would be alive when that happened Laurel Pride had no idea.

There was a pause where she took in another breath. Her Dad didn't even know that she was coming home and he was out celebrating the end of a case and the survival of his career. That was why she was home. That was why she had decided to come home, you know to yell at him for what he had done and then hug him for a long time.

She coughed wetly and she felt a bubble of blood pop at the end of her mouth. She didn't know much about bullet wounds but she was willing to bet that she was near the end right now. Laurel would never see her Dad or her Mom again. She would never get to eat the pasta that were in the fridge in her apartment, she would never get to get married or travel or do anything else that she wanted to do. She would die here on the floor feeling the blood leave her body and her heart stop beating.

It was a strange feeling she had to admit.

Typical Laurel thought bitterly. Typical she would have to start having a debate on philosophy in her head as she lay here dying. That was just typical of her wasn't it? Her brain chose the best moments to detach itself from the rest of her body and begin some sort of inner monologue.

She had dumped her bag and turned around to see the blonde woman standing behind her. She remembered what that woman had said, she would remember it for the rest of what she suspected to be her short life.

"Are you the daughter? Dwayne Pride's daughter?"

And Laurel being the stupid idiot that she was nodded. "Yeah I'm Laurel—"

And that was it, three shots and then she fell backwards hitting her head on the table and all then she was here in her current predicament and she was struggling to breathe and she was pretty sure she was going to die. The pain in her chest when she breathed was only eclipsed by the pain in her head and Laurel could see from the way that her body was spread that the sky from the open window was a clear and deep blue and she could hear the signs of laughter that came from the streets, the sign that as she lay here dying it was clear that people in New Orleans were going about their lives with no idea that hers was ending.

Like her Dad.

Oh god she was going to cry again. She couldn't move to wipe away the tears her whole body hurt too much. At this point Laurel was even looking forwards to death because the one thing that she had heard so much about was that it didn't hurt anymore and she was hoping dearly that this was true because if it was then…

Breathing right now was too hard.

Her body as well was getting colder. Just like in the movies. Huh guess somethings really were true in movies after all. Usually she was a fighter—her Dad had always said she was a fighter, a fighter since birth but right now she didn't want to fight. Laurel had just been shot for crying out loud! All she wanted to do now was close her eyes and hopefully her mind would stop running thoughts left, right and centre.

Peace.

Laurel coughed again feeling more blood tricked down her chin. Her breath rattled in the dead silence and then she finally felt her eyes slid shut. Keeping them open hurt too much and Laurel felt her eyes and then her body drift.

And then she fell into the unconscious and she knew before she slipped under that she was probably not going to wake up again.

Dwayne had been in the bar with his team celebrating when he decided to go and get changed. He needed to get out of this shirt but if he was being honest with himself he needed a moment to be alone and to gather his thoughts. And to be honest he needed to speak to Laurel and Rita. If they found out (and at some point they would find out) what had happened today then he owed them an explanation.

And perhaps he could get Laurel to come up and see him. It seemed too long since he had seen his daughter.

And after the day…no the year he had, had he really did want to see his daughter. She had barely had time to talk let alone come home what with work and her internship and what he suspected was her relationship though weather or not it was with Orion he didn't know because…well…he hadn't had a chance to speak to her in a while.

There was a pause where he stood there in the prescient turned his house. There was something…off…something off about the whole thing and he couldn't put his finger on it. Perhaps he was getting paranoid in his old age? He dropped his jacket to the floor and began to walk across the floor to the stairs and then stopped again as he saw it.

There was a pool of something dark on the floor. It took him a second before he realised that it was blood. For a moment he stood there taking in the sight before his cop instincts kicked in. Oddly enough however he didn't immediately go to his gun or to his phone to call in for back-up. Instead he looked up to see the dripping of the blood was coming from his hardwood floors in what was his bedroom.

Someone was up there. Someone had been shot. Someone was either dead or dying.

And somehow Dwayne found it in himself to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

(Years later, he would admit that he had a feeling about who was up there but as he walked up the stairs he didn't have a clue)

She was like a little doll crumpled on the floor.

Her face was turned away from his table and her legs were crumpled around her and her hair was flowing down her shoulder and there was so much blood the very air seemed to be saturated with the stench.

And just like that he knew who it was that was lying on his floor covered in blood, her face was as white as snow cheesy as that sounded and her eyes that had once been filled with love and light and laughter and life were closed shut.

It might have been hours that he stared at her on the floor of his bedroom. Staring at the broken body of the girl he loved more than life itself. It might have been seconds he didn't know. He didn't know anything but the fact that he was pretty sure his heart had just been ripped out of his chest and stomped all over until there was nothing left.

Without her there was nothing left.

Because Dwayne Pride knew who that girl was on the floor of his bedroom her body littered with bullet holes.

It was Laurel.

And suddenly when he said it in his mind, when his mind caught up with what his eyes were seeing, that was the moment that Dwayne Pride broke without even knowing it. And he was on his knees next to his daughter's crumpled body, blood still pouring out of her as without even knowing it.

"Laurel…Laurel…Laurel…" he half crooned like she was still a baby and he could put her to sleep like this. How odd it was that Laurel looked like she was sleeping now.

His fingers half fumbled (and he realised dimly that they were shaking) to find the pulse on his daughter's throat. He nearly vomited and he was mess but he had to know…either way.

For a second he couldn't feel anything and an agony that he had never known in that one second swept over him so much so that he thought he was going to pass out. But then he felt it, it was small and weak but the flicker was more than enough.

She was alive.

His daughter was alive.

Laurel was alive.

He all but ripped the blanket off the bed to place pressure on the wound. He had no idea how much blood his daughter had lost but she was alive. It was a vicious circle that he clung too.

She was alive.

That was enough right now.

Fumbling again Dwayne reached for his phone, it slipped a little and he noticed that his hands were covered in blood…in his baby girl's blood…he had to retch back the bile in his throat at that point and focus. He knew who to call. First the Ambulance and then the one person who right now he thought he could trust more than any other person in the world.

Once he hung up the phone on the ambulance and still pressing down his blanket on his daughter who had still not so much as flickered her eyelids he managed to find the second number. How he had any idea to speak he had no idea—he seemed to be moving on auto pilot but he managed to get the person he trusted to handle this investigation on the phone even as the music and the cheering all but made him throw up.

"Christopher, I need you to get here…now…"

He could barely say the words in his head but he knew the tone of his voice had alerted Christopher to the fact that something was terribly wrong right now.

"Just get here..." he said blood covering his hands and he was pretty sure he was crying as well (but none of that mattered if she'd just hold on a bit longer)

"Laurel's been shot"

And there you go, there's the first chapter, I hope to publish sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Laurel is rushed to surgery, Rebecca makes her move, Chris gathers the team and they go on full search for Rebecca and Dwayne has the challenge of ringing two important women in his life and telling them what has happened the most important.

And enjoy and please let me know what you think.