Disclaimer: I don't in any way own Law & Order: SVU, in any way. Hope you enjoy this and sorry if it's not all totally accurate, keep in mind it is just a story.
"All clear!" Detective Amanda Rollins called from inside the shack they were in, looking for a man with a gun and a young child. They were told the FBI was on its way; shouldn't they have been here by now?
"Alright move in." Detective Olivia Benson said
"Drop you're weapon!" they hear from the upstairs. It was Nick Amaro.
"Let's go." Fin nodded, the three of them, followed by backup, had their guns drawn ready to take action.
They slowly made their way where Amaro had spoken and found the man holding the gun to a young girls face and Amaro pointing his gun at the man.
"You shoot, I shoot." The man said without hesitation, "Drop your weapons!" he declared motioning with his eyes to the four detectives, "and the rest of you get out, or I'll shoot, I swear I'll shoot." He spat.
NYPD did as he asked, dropped their weapons and their backup exited the room, shutting the door but staying right outside it. The man they found out was named Alan slid their guns behind him with his foot, keeping his gun steady to her skull.
"Alan," Olivia began trying to reason with him.
"Don't." he sneered, "No one say anything." He said breathing in deeply. The four detectives exchanged looks with each other and back to Alan and the girl, who looked like she was about to cry.
"Please-" Amaro began
"SHUT UP!" Alan boomed, "Strike two, talk again and she's out." He grunted, "Is that what you want?"
Suddenly Amanda looked up and noticed a familiar shade of dirty blonde hair behind Alan. The female in all FBI gear but her finger over her lips as soon as the other detectives noticed her, they quickly all looked away as if they'd seen nothing. This woman had climbed up the side of the house and was currently waiting at the window sill which Alan had left slightly opened, but she didn't make a move yet.
"You know what I have to do now?" Alan shook, breaking down, "I have to kill her." He began to cry, "There's no other choice."
"But there is a choice-" Olivia chimed in.
Alan immediately glared at her, death in his eyes.
"Three strikes, detectives," he snickered, "she's out."
Before Alan could retreat his finger to the trigger. The FBI women bent part of herself through the window and pivoted her body. She aimed at the side of Alan's head and shot.
He was dead instantly.
His gun dropped to the floor and the little girl screamed and Olivia welcomed her with open arms as the door flew open. Some of their backup came in, but so did the head of the FBI and Captain Cragen. Olivia took the girl out of the room and CSU entered.
The women managed to manipulate herself and got her entire body through the only slightly open window.
"So what happened?" The head of the FBI, Director Jameson asked
"He was about to shoot, we couldn't wait any longer thankfully she was there, or he would've killed her," Fin began motioning the female, "There was so way we could get him outta here alive." Cragen and Jameson nodded.
"Alright good work." Cragen nodded, "A shame we couldn't keep him alive but, good work."
"Allison Walker." Amanda said out loud stunned, walking towards her old friend, "I never thought I'd see you anytime soon." She grinned at the women
"That makes two of us." Allison smiled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry, you two know each other?" Fin asked confused, as did Amaro and Cragen who had puzzled looks on their faces.
"Yeah well Allison, Jameson and I all worked on a case together." Amanda clarified, as Jameson and Walker nodded.
"Let's let CSU do their work and head outside." Jameson suggested as the crew filed out to the front yard.
"Alright why don't we all meet back at the precinct?" Cregon asked, "We can work out the details there."
Amanda, Nick, Fin and Cragen all piled into a car while Allison and Jameson went in another. Olivia had gone with the little girl to the hospital.
"So who is she exactly?" Fin asked from the passenger seat beside Cragen.
"She was a con artist basically before the FBI," Amanda began, "she was so good, and the FBI just couldn't get her." Amanda laughed a little thinking of the memories.
"And then what?" Nick pressed on, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
"Well, finally after she was arrested, the FBI apprehended her and asked her to help them," Amanda explained, "and it's not like she's a bad person, it wasn't ever stuff like that, but she's basically like a FBI consultant."
"Wow." Cragen shrugged, "That's one hell of a ride."
"She's real good at what she does," Amanda admitted, "We worked on a case with them when I was still in Atlanta; she knows a lot of information."
Before they knew it, they all had arrived at the precinct. They all got out of the cars and headed for the upstairs.
"So how's it been going down here?" Allison asked Amanda, as she held the door open for her, "You didn't really tell me much last time we talked."
"I don't know, I mean it's been pretty good." Amanda shrugged.
"Then why are you making that face?" Allison laughed
"I don't know I guess it's just…" Amanda lowered her voice now, "Seein' you just reminds me of the unfinished business with our case." She whispered
"I know I was thinking the same thing," Allison nodded, "Been almost a year and we still can't get that son of a bitch."
"Anything new?"
"Well I almost had him last month," Allison looked disappointed as the elevator doors opened, "But, stupid me went alone and he must be working with someone because I got shot by someone else and he got away." Allison admitted pushing down her shirt slightly to reveal her upper chest to Amanda where she had a wound.
"It's still…?" Amanda asked
"Yeah it's still in there." Allison shrugged, as they got to the upper floor, "Doctor said it would do more damage if we took it out."
"That's just crazy."
"Captain?" one of the lower ranking officers called, "There's something you and Mr. Jameson need to see…" she said, directing their attention to the video screen.
"That son of a bitch." Jameson muttered, looking at the man on the screen.
"Oh my god," Amanda said, recognizing the man from their case, "He's here, in New York."
