Disclaimer: Not mine, all characters in series owned by Dick Wolf. All other characters and events are mine.
A/N: Normally I don't ship Rollins and Amaro; if you guys have any tip, etc, I would love to see. Since this story is not pre-made, updating could take up to three weeks. I am a freshman in high school with all honors classes.
Summary: Timing is everything especially when you are a cop. Timing is everything; it only takes seconds to end a life, a series of minutes to bring in new life, and a lifetime to progress though the results. For Rollins and Amaro, time is both their friend and enemy. Rating is subject to change as story progresses possibly.
Chapter 1-Time for a Call
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"M-M-Melissa," she answers in a shaky voice. She jumps when he props his finger underneath her chin. Tilting her head level with his, she stares into his green eyes. "Please let me go," squeaks the fearful girl.
"Now, I can't do that," he replies in an eerily calm tone, "or else you would report me." He stands up and shakes his head in disapproval.
"No, I won't tell anyone! I swear!" She begs. "If you let me go, we'll never have to see each other ever again. I won't testify in court if you let me go," she reasons convincingly, "you'll be long gone before the cops would ever fi"
"I said no!" He interrupts harshly. Suddenly, a hand comes down with wicked force on her tender cheek. Melissa gasps and shrinks back in terror. Tears spring to her eyes as she holds her cheek with her rope bound wrists. She stares at him wide-eyed and pants. He hovers over her cowering body making himself look like a giant. "I'll be back later, don't bother yelling. No one can hear you anyway," he says unemotionally as he walks to the door. Wordlessly, he shuts the steel door behind him, leaving the frightened girl alone in the dark.
"Rollins, Amaro," the two stop their actions and look up, "my office." They sigh and make their way into his office.
Nick shuts the wooden door behind them, "What's this about, Cap?"
"Uh, I need you and Rollins to go undercover," Cragen answers as he shuffles though the papers on his desk. Handing two blue files to his detectives, he continues, "I am assigning your current case over to Benson and Fin."
"What?" Amanda blurts out, "why?"
"Internal Affairs needs two detectives to go undercover for them," Cragen states nonchalantly.
"Cap, isn't there detectives over there that can do it? Why us?" Nick questions.
"They need two detectives that are young to play a married couple. All of their detectives have an overload of cases, so IAB decided to dump this case on us," shrugs Cragen bitterly, "Usually they would normally send Narcotics cops, but apparently drug deals are going up."
"How long?" Amanda intervenes for Nick who has a stern glare.
Cragen rubs his head, "I don't know, sorry. You're playing a couple who has been married just under a year, and you'll be living together in Brooklyn. Brooklyn has had three girls missing in the past two weeks. They have a suspect, but they need someone to get close to him. Since he's a cop, he won't open up to them." Cragen relocates to the front of his desk. "Nick, you are going under as new officer over at IAB, so no new dress code. Nick, you will need to buddy up with him, IAB doesn't want another dirty cop on the field. Amanda, you will work as a middle school teacher at the nearby school." Rollins looks askance. "The perp targets middle classed families. Currently, all the missing children's parents connect to him. The most recent case is about a ten-year old girl named Melissa Hollander."
"What about the other girls?" Nick furrows his eyebrows.
"They found the two missing girls a couple of days after their abduction washed up on the Hudson shore," Cragen explains, "you'll need to collect enough evidence against him before he finds another victim. Go home, come back tomorrow, and Brooklyn PD will set you guys up in the morning."
"Wait Cap, what's the connection between the perp and the parents? Is it revenge?" Nick asks.
"Yeah, the mothers or fathers knew the perp from their past. At some point in their lives, they have crossed paths with him. IAB thinks that the reason that he targets them is because he feels that they are responsible for his child's death."
"What happened?"
"His kid was in after care in school, and a man kidnapped him. The mothers are teachers at the school where his kid disappeared from. The perp claims that they weren't watching close enough, so now he's taking his revenge."
"When did this happen?"
"Uh, this was back in the spring of 09'."
"Why wait so long?"
"I guess he wanted to wait until their daughters were of his son's age."
-1 Month Later-
"Joey, where's the bag?"
"Got it! Hold up," Nick replies as he jogs to the front counter. His cell phone rings annoyingly; he answers it. "Yeah this is Neeley."
"Nick, we got a warrant for your perp. Keep him out of his house for awhile," Fin says.
"I'll try, honey. I can't talk now. I have a case; I'll call you later. Love you," Nick replies casually as he hangs up. "Uh, that was my wife. She wants me to pick up her dry cleaning before I come home," he lies easily, "Vick, you have plans tonight?"
"Nah, why? Ya wanna get a drink after shift?" Victor smirks as he removes the contents of the grey, plastic Walmart bag.
"Yeah," Nick chuckles smoothly while he stacks another cardboard box.
Unlocking the front door, Amanda enters her house. She doesn't bother to turn the lights on; instead she flops down on the brown, leather couch and lets out a loud sigh. Closing her eyes, she rubs her temples slowly. Blindly reaching for the remote, she presses the 'on' button. With a click and a buzz, the Sony television turns on.
"This just in, police are looking for a Caucasian man in his late twenties. After snatching a purse, the police are looking for this man. Here is a video," the female reporter announces into her microphone. The screen switches to a parking lot where a man is snatching a woman's purse, and then the screen switches back to the reporter. "If you know this man, or have any information, police urge you to call the number at the bottom of the screen. Next, a little boy gets…" Amanda tunes out the television and stares at the screen. Hearing the door unlock, she jerks into reality. She glances behind her shoulder and speaks.
"Hey Nick," she says casually. There is no reply except shuffling around in the kitchen. "Nick, what are you doing?"
"Put you hands up and turn around," an unfamiliar voice commands. Amanda makes no such move to comply.
"Who are you? How did you get in my house?" She asks sternly. She shutters seeing his comfortable smirk exposed from the ski mask.
"I'm hurt, really I am. I can't believe you don't remember me, Amanda," he responds dramatically while tossing his arms to the air. Amanda looks at him like he has ten heads. Losing his grin he raises a hand gun and points the killing machine at her head. His hand wavers from her head to her chest as he continues to smirk at her confused face.
A/N: Not too bad. If anyone has any story ideas, I'm 97% open to anything.