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Chapter 1

Walking up the stairs of the precinct after signing in with the receptionist who stares at Clint like he was a ghost, they heard the Sarge yelling at the detectives, "Why can't you get me any answers?"

"Forty two," Clint exclaimed, causing the detectives to spin around in surprise and stare at him.

"Walsh?" Detective Leo Banks was the first one to say something. "Why you gotta bring that up, Man?" Clint smiled, remembering when the detective had been scared silly about being forty two, the bullet proof vest, the hand sanitizer, the padding along the side of the desk. The extra safety gear was gone now, no doubt thanks to Leo's former partner, Detective Eric Delahoy. Delahoy had convinced Leo to see a psychiatrist after Leo had a break down. Clint still remembered reading about Delahoy's death by brain tumor only a few months after his cover ended.

"Sarge wanted the answer, so I told him. Why, you're not forty two anymore?"

"What? You're gonna come in here after being in Boston for three years and rag on me for that?"

"You're the one who brought it up; don't pass that crap off to me."

"You used to work here?" Natasha spoke up suddenly.

"Hey," Detective Eddie Alvarez exclaimed, "you have a problem with us?" Clint was slightly amused to see that the man was still a detective despite how much he had been trying to move up in the ranks. He also wondered what the man's wife, Assistant District Attorney Nicole Brandt, thought about it.

"Don't," Clint put his hand up before Natasha could respond. "Fury said behave."

"And?"

"Think of how disappointed Cap would be. Besides, it's better than some of the places you've worked."

"I used to work alone."

"What are you doing here anyway?" Detective Allison Beaumont demanded. Clint's break up with her three months before he had left hadn't been pretty and had in fact been given as his reason for the transfer. In fact, before he'd left she'd been refusing to talk to him.

"Well, now that I'm going to be living here again I thought it would be a good idea to drop in and say hi."

"Living, you're not coming back to the police department?" Detective Henry Cole asked. Clint could see that Henry still had his desk covered with religious items though they were now joined by pictures of his wife and a tiny baby boy.

"Um, I haven't been a cop since I left here."

"I thought you were working for Boston P.D.?" Leo pointed out.

"That was the story I gave when my assignment was up," Clint noticed suddenly that his former partner Casey Shraeger wasn't there. "Where's Shraeger?"

"Hey, don't you try to change the subject," Leo exclaimed. "What do you mean when your assignment was up?"

"Stupid pain in the..."

"Shraeger, where have you been?" Sergeant Brown asked the frazzled Detective, causing her to look up from her blackberry at him. Clint immediately noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the harried look on her face.

"The nanny quit."

"And you couldn't call and tell me you were going to be late? And where was Davis?"

"He... left with the nanny."

"Nanny?" Clint couldn't help but ask, drawing her attention to him for the first time. "You have a little one running around now, Shraeger?"

"Walsh? What are you doing here?"

"I came in here to see everyone. And because I wanted to talk to you guys about something before you end up seeing it on the news."

"What, the former Yankees player gonna make a comeback or something?" snarked Leo.

"No, but, I am one of the Avengers," Clint admitted. The entire squad room went silent. Natasha laughed from the side at the expressions on the faces of the detectives.

"You're kidding, right?" Allison asked.

"Nope." Clint smirked as the detectives kept staring at him. "All the strange things that happen in this precinct and you find it hard to believe that I'm an Avenger? Maybe I shouldn't have told Fury you guys could help us out."

"Help… help you out?" Casey was looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "How's a bunch of Detectives supposed to help the Avengers?"

"After the alien Attack last month, the agency that put the Avengers together has had its hands full cleaning up the mess left behind. We're worried that some less then savory types may have made their way into the city in the chaos. And by less than savory, I mean the really strange ones that stand out even in New York City."

"You're not saying you think that there are more aliens out there?" Allison spoke up. "Are you?"

"It's possible," Natasha put in. "We're certain the one who led the attack last month was working for someone else. Someone who is going to be pissed we nuked their fleet."

"So what do you want us to do?" Henry wondered.

"With the amount of crazy that passes through here on a regular basis, I figure you guys have the best chance of noticing anything. With the city still rebuilding and S.H.I.E.L.D. having other things to worry about besides New York, a bit of local help will go a long way," Clint explained to the still stunned detectives.

"Stranger than usual? Like thirteen decapitations in three days?" Sergeant Brown asked.

"Thirteen?" Clint and Natasha both asked at once.

"Thirteen people who have no apparent connection have shown up in alleys completely decapitated at different times of the day. No weapon at the scene, no foreign D.N.A. on the victim, no signs of struggle. The coroner says all thirteen were decapitated in one stroke, with a curved blade, like a Japanese katana."

"Any witnesses?" Clint asked.

"No one saw a thing."

"I'll get up with our people to run the victims again," Natasha told the sergeant, "we might be able to find something."

Clint read the board that had the fact about the murders on it while he waited for Natasha to finish her phone call. Something about what he was reading was trying to get his attention but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Clint," he looked up to find Natasha standing next to him. "All thirteen victims were working with Loki voluntarily. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been trying to find them since you showed us his hiding spot. The thirteen who have been killed are the only ones we've managed to I.D. through finger prints. Hill says all of three people have seen the list and all three haven't left the carrier."

"So who else would know that they helped Loki? Selvig's not the type to go after someone like that and I've been at base until we left to come here."

"I don't know, but, Fury has ordered you to stay away from this. He's sending another agent to help the detectives."

The two of them were broken out of their private conversation when a uniformed cop came into the room and handed Casey an envelope. They watched, along with the rest of the room as the detective opened the letter and read it, her face paling in the process.

"Detective, what's wrong?" Natasha asked.

"Emy's been kidnapped.

So, not as long as I had hoped, but still six times longer than the blerb I posted before. Please let me know what you think.