Fault

Chapter 1

Summary: "Promise me one thing…promise me our son will never ever get in the hands of…just promise me he'll never get hurt." Troy whispered. "I promise." she whispered to her fiancé. What happens five years later their son is in danger? Will his blood be on their hands? What happens when the blame is put on one another?

IMPORTANT: Bill Montez, who is older then Gabi. He's married to Tara and they have a son named Matthew together. He's about eleven. They have two daughters, Caroline, nine and Annie, nine. And Kathleen five years-old.

Charles who is the youngest in the family is married to Sarah and they have three kids, Erica (fourteen) and Annabelle (twelve) Chelsea, nine.

Mellissa was Gabriella's older sister but she had died due to a car crash.

Sharpay and Zeke are married and have five kids. Christopher is nineteen. Ethan is fifth teen. And then Isabelle is twelve. Wes is six. And one more baby named Heather who is two years old.

Taylor and Chad have four kids. Arianna is fifth teen. Kristy is eleven. John nine. Harry is three.

Gabriella and Troy have one kid. Owen who is five years old.

Chapter one

Gabriella stared at the man in front of her. Right now wasn't the best time of her life, but she did it every day. It was part of the job…it came with the package. She held both of her hands up in the air as she entered so the man could see she held no weapon at all. She had a bullet proof vest under her FBI jacket. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked the man. He was currently holding a ten year-old girl by the hair with a fun to her temple. Gabriella took a glance to her left and saw the two parents and son laying on the ground, dead. All three shot in the head, just this one last child from the family. The girl had tears streaming down her face and she kept heaving in breaths as she cried.

They were all here today just because of one small problem. The man holding the girl was her father. The mother and him had gotten a divorce and he was sent to jail because of some disturbing things he had thought and done. Once he had gotten out he wanted to visit his daughter, but the mother wouldn't allow it and now she had gotten her husband and son dead. "Sir, Can you please just lower your gun down so we can talk about this." Gabriella said walking further into the room.

"NO! I just want to go home with my daughter!" he yelled.

This was going to be much more difficult than I thought…

"Sir, I know you want to, but you can't. You just killed three people. The closet you can get to your daughter is through mail if she wants to even talk to you." I said.

"NO, you'll talk to them. Tell them to let us go. All I want is to live with my baby girl." She yelled. His tears were running down his dark red cheeks and disappearing into his breed. Ew.

"Ok, just lower your gun from her head." Gabriella said watching as the man lowered his gun. He kept his grip on her hair as the girl cried. Gabriella looked into the girls eyes. She could tell she was scared.

"Ok good now just drop your gun to the ground." She said calmly.

"What's this going to do for me?" the man asked still clutching the gun in his hand. He obviously knew that he would be rested once the gun was out of reach from him.

"Sir, please just put down your gun." She said ignoring his question.

Instead of putting his gun down he pointed it at her, but before his index finger could pull down on the trigger two shots rang out hitting him in the shoulder. He fell back wards as the girl scrambled out of his grip. Gabriella opened her arms as the girl ran into them. She clutched the jacket that Gabriella wore.

"It's going to be ok." Gabriella said trying to calm down the child.

"He's still alive, we need an ambulance in here!" Gabriella's partner Marcus yelled to the others.

Marcus walked over to her and knelt down to where she was with the little girl. "You okay?" he asked her.

"I'm fine, let's just go get this girl checked out." Gabriella said looking at the dead bodies.

Gabriella stood up and placed the still crying girl on her hip. She was so small in her arms and it felt like she weighed nothing. "It's okay." Gabriella repeated over and over. Once they had gotten to the hospital the girl named Meredith had asked Gabriella to stay until the check-up was done. Gabriella glanced at her watch. It was already ten and she was two hours late. What could one more hour harm?

After the check-up Meredith's Aunt had taken her home and Gabriella went back to the office and did some paper work. "Hey I thought you went home." Gabriella's head shot up and looked at her partner. She leaned back in her chair as he walked over to her desk and sat on the edge of it.

"Nope, I am finishing up this report. I don't want Spindle bugging me in the morning." She said rubbing her left eye.

Mar stood up and shook his head. He pulled her chair out form under the desk and stood her up. "Hey what are you doing?" she asked.

"Gabriella, you're my best friend, but you have a husband at home and a five year old kid who wants to see his mother. Go you can finish this in the morning." He said handing her, her jacket.

"You know what. I'm going to find you a girlfriend. A very good girlfriend." She said walking out the door. Mark stood there shaking his head.

Gabriella smiled and walked out of the building and into the garage where her car was held. She was tired and worn out. Being married for five years and having a five year-old boy wasn't a good idea. Troy always seemed to get home before her. Since her stupid part of the job was demanding she was always home late. But all that mattered was that she was happy. Turns out her mother and Kevin really hit it off that night. This scared them all because that meant Gabriella's mom and the gangs "mom" have a sex life.

Gabriella opened the car and threw al her stuff in the passenger seat. She started the car and put it in drive as she drove out of the garage. She had become one of the best hostage negotiator's in the unit. Of course when she first got back from her honeymoon and went to work it was hard, but Mark or as Gabriella liked to call him "Mary", had helped her a lot in her weeks of training and she was grateful for it.

Gabriella stopped at a red light and waited impatiently. Owen was a wild child. He had defiantly had Troy's genes. The only problem was in the morning and especially on Saturday morning, their sleep-in day he would run into the room and jump on the bed saying his ABCs. Troy was great with him. Owen had yet to know what his parents actually did for a living, but once Gabriella and Troy got home. Their guns were put on safety and they were in the box with a lock on it and under the bed. Of course they changed its hiding place every week because Owen just loved finding and hiding things. When Kathleen was born he had tried to poke her eye, but quickly Zeke had caught the little eye poker.

Owen and Kathleen would sometimes claim that they were married since they got along so much. They had came up to Gabriella and Tara hand-in-hand and kissed. After five minutes of opened mouths Gabriella and Tara explained to their kids that marriage were for adults, but they just kept on pretending they were married.

Finally Gabriella pulled into her parking space and turned the car off. She got her stuff and walked into the apartment building. She walked up the two flights of stairs and onto her floor. "I'm home!" Gabriella yelled as she closed the door behind her. She dropped her stuff on the floor and looked at her watch midnight.

"MOMMY!" Gabriella looked up surprised that her son was still awake. He came running towards her. She bent down and picked him up.

"How's my little boy?" she asked looking at him.

"I'm good. Dad taught me a new word, mom." He said excitedly. I raised an eyebrow and looked over at Troy. He looked nervous.

"Now before you get mad, it slipped out by accident." He said raising his hands up. Gabriella looked back at Owen waiting for him to say his word.

"Mother fucker." He said smiling. Her eyes widened as she turned her head towards Troy.

"I banged my toe against the couch and I let it out." Troy said smiling nervously.

Gabriella shook her head and looked at Owen. "Owen, you can't say that word. It's only for tall people." Gabriella said.

"But I'm tall!" Owen complained.

"Yes, I know, but once you can reach the door handle, ok?" Gabriella asked him, hoping it would get her off the hook tonight.

"Fine." He said. Gabriella set him down on the ground as he ran to his room.

"You let it slip? Troy come on, I don't want him influenced here." Gabriella said.

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. He won't hear anymore of those words." Troy said walking up to her. He hugged her around the waist and kissed her head. "How was work." he whispered.

Gabriella tried not to tense up, but she did. She always tried to keep her cases out of her head. They always scared her. She actually wished she was back at her old unit with Troy. "Ex-husband got out of jail. He killed his ex-wife her son and new husband. Almost killed his daughter too." She said.

"Is the girl alright?" Troy asked.

"She's fine, just traumatized." Gabriella said pulling away form him and walking into the kitchen.

"How was your day?" Gabriella asked taking out a glass and getting a bottle of wine out. She poured the red wine into her glass and looked at Troy.

"It was interesting. The homicide unit decided they didn't want a case and gave it to us to solve. Complete waste. Fred and I finished it within the hour." He said smiling.

"Oh aren't you so smart." Gabriella said as she took a sip of her wine. "Why is he up so late?" she asked pointing to Owens's room.

"He wanted to see his mommy." Troy said.

"Oh."

"Tired?" Troy asked.

"Yeah. Tomorrow's Saturday and I'm sleeping in." she said placing her un-finished wine glass in the sink.

"Let's go put superman to bed." Troy said as he rested an arm around his wife's waist. They walked to their son's room and saw he had already fallen asleep on top of his bed covers, dressed in he Spiderman's pajamas.

Gabriella went over and lifted him up as Troy pulled the sheets back. Gabriella placed him under the covers. They both kissed his head and walked out of the room leaving the door opened a bit. Gabriella and Troy walked into their room and closed the door behind them, but leaving it unlocked just in case Owen had a nightmare.

"I missed you." Troy whispered as he hugged her from behind.

"I missed you too, but sweetie, the pillow is calling my name." Gabriella said turning around in his arms.

"Having an affair with our pillows?" Troy asked raising an eyebrow. Gabriella laughed as she leaned in for a kiss. After a need of breath Troy pulled away.

"I thought you said you were tired." He said smirking.

"Ah…I have some energy, left." Gabriella said smiling as they kissed some more and well they had a lovely night.

A/N ok so yeah this is the first chapter. It's short and not much is going on yet. I hope you all liked it and review!

Did anyone see Hairspray?!

Did anyone finish harry potter yet?

Lol yeah I'm bored.