Full Summary:

Cory doesn't show up for work and the 55th are getting pist that they can't find her. When Sidney & Gage show up with the FBI right behind them, Maria knows that something is wrong, and she's right. What happens when she finds out that Cory has been killed? Will she go after the men that shot & killed her best friend? Will the Third Watch & SVU detectives go down to Dallas for Cory's funeral? And how are each and every one of our characters affected by Cory's murder?

Normal Day:

Cory's Pov:

We laughed, for the first time in a long time, we were laughing. That was the first time since we had been mad at each other that we had laughed at something that one of us had said. But now my laughter was over. I saw her leave and told her that I would see her the next day at work. She was a cop at the 55th precinct and I was a paramedic at the 55th precinct. We had joined at the same time, had gone through every thing together, the good and the bad. But now was going to be the worst for her.

Because when they found me, this time I wasn't coming back. My parents would be contacted, then Maria would hear next and want to see me, and then my funeral would take place. So many people would come to pay their respects, including inmates that would normally never be allowed. But the warden would make sure that they were there and they knew that if they ran, there would be no getting away.

I saw all of this playing out in my mind as I lay on that warehouse floor, surrounded in my own blood that kept pooling around me as I fought to stay alive. They would never be able to get to me, would never know my last thoughts, would never know how sorry I was. My friends would ask the questions, but nobody would be able to give them the answers they sought. My family would go after this man who had finally cut my life out of those that loved me.

I felt my last breath slipping from me as I heard someone call my name and then they were over me, yelling at me to stay awake. But my eyes were drifting close, and my heart was stopping. I could hear them screaming at me to stay awake, trying to keep me alive. I felt them lift me into someones arms and carry me to a waiting car. I could feel the car racing to the hospital, could feel someone breathing for me, feel the pressure on my wounds, but nothing was helping.

I was not going to be making it out alive this time and I knew it. There was pain that my body could no longer take. There was the pain of knowing that I was leaving so many people behind who cared about me, who loved me, and who thought of me everyday. My mind and body was done fighting and I was done running.

It was supposed to be a simple meeting between an old nemesis and myself, trying to settle the differences. But it had turned into something far worse. And now I was paying for it with my life. The single tear ran down my cheek as I felt the jolts of electricity from the defibrillator course through my chest, as I felt them giving me CPR, as I felt the tube being forced down my throat to help me breathe. But nothing was working.

My body was done fighting, done running, done with all the pain and it was time for me to let every thing go. And say goodbye…