Author's Note: I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, I was ill. Hope the grammar and spelling is allright! Thank you all for your input with this story.

6.am

When the bullet was fired, Jack McCoy was buying a newspaper.

Captain Cragen had just arrived at the district attorney's office to meet the new ADA for his squad.

Lt. Van Buren had just arrived to the 2-7 to look at some case notes.

And Detective Michael Logan laid in a puddle of blood. He looked at his hands. They were so…red. Then he looked up to Megan, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mike….oh Mike!" She got out her phone and made a phone call.

"This is Detective Megan Wheeler. I have an officer down at the corner of sixth and main. Bring a bus, and hurry!" Quickly, Megan put her phone away and went to tend to her injured partner.

The sniper was relived to know that he hit his target. By the looks of it, he was pretty sure Logan wasn't going to make it. He thought about taking out the women, but why waste a bullet? Besides, she couldn't see him anyway. Instead he packed up his gear and left.

As he headed to the terminal, the sniper quickly got out his cell phone to call his client.

"It's been taken care of," he whispered

"That is good news, Mr. Smith, thank you" answered a female voice. "You know where you can find up your paycheck."

The sniper smiled. Soon he would be back in the UK and a whole lot richer with a million in his bank account.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you," he continued.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine," the women replied.

With that the sniper closed his phone and whistled happily as he got on the train. He couldn't wait to get home to his wife and children.

ADA Terry Driver also closed her cell phone and sighed happily.

"One less reckless cop for Manhattan to worry about," Driver thought to herself, as she looked out the window. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Before today, Driver would have been worried to open the door. Yet now with Logan out of the way, Driver opened the door without hesitation.

"Excuse me, Ms. Driver," said her timid secretary, "the Senator is here."

Driver smiled. She had a very good feeling about her election.

"Thank you, Alice. You may show her in."

Megan looked around. Who ever the shooter was, he or she was long gone now.

"It's….it's going to be okay, Mike," Megan said softly, putting pressure to the wound at Mike's side.

"Why does she keep saying that?" Mike thought to himself. "Isn't she the one who was shot?" He tried to talk, but coughed up blood instead.

"Don't talk!" Megan ordered, applying more pressure to the womb. Dumbstruck, Mike realized why his partner was so upset. He was the one who was shot and bleeding to death. Mike chuckled weakly.

"So, this is what it feels like to get shot", Mike thought to himself. He wondered if this was how Max and Phil had felt. Mike remembered people saying that your life flies in front of you when you are about to die. Yet the only thing Mike reflected on was his time as a cop.

He remembered graduating from the academy and all his partners from Max to Lennie to Megan. He saw the life he could have had: a wife, children, possibly grand children.

Finally, he saw Megan, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. He grabbed her hand and mustered all his strength to talk.

"Shh….shh..It's all right, Megan," He whispered, putting a bloody hand to her cheek.

"I'll be all right, kid."

"Geeze, Mike! What the hell did you do to yourself this time?" a deep voice with a New York accent asked. Mike turned around to see Lennie Biscko, looking down at him. Lennie was wearing his gray suite shaking his head, like the time Mike punched a politician.

"Lenie?" Mike said softly looking in awe at his former partner.

Fear grew in Megan's stomach. Megan had never seen anyone shot this horribly before, but every cop knew that if someone was talking to the dead, it was never a good sign.

"Come on, partner," Lennie said softly, extending his hand. "It's time to go home."

"What….what about Wheeler," Mike thought to himself.

As though Lennie read his mind he answered: "She will be okay. A new partner will watch over her, I promise."

Warily, Mike grabbed the invisible hand. He then turned to Megan.

"Megan….I'm sorry."

Megan shook her head violently. "No…no…don't you dare die on me, Mike Logan!" Megan screamed.

"You….you owe me a drink!! Yet by this time, Mike couldn't talk back. His hand dropped, and his eyes went lifeless. Mike Logan was gone.

"NO!!" Megan screamed. She collapsed down on Mike's stomach and cried.

Mike Logan stood helplessly besides Lennie, looking at Megan as she continued to cried hysterically.

The sirens filled the air. Lennie sighed and turned around to face the rising sun.

"Come on, Mike. It's time to go." Mike sighed and walked with his partner into the light that only they could see.

"Was he your partner, detective?" The arriving officer asked. Megan turned away from Mike's body to answer. "He was more than that," She told him. "He was my friend. "

It was a sunny day for the funeral of Detective Mike Logan. Megan sighed sadly as the commissar gave his speech. To Megan, it appeared that there were more officers then normal for a detective's funeral. More then there were of the Logan family, anyway. Of course, Mike always said that he had more friends than family. His own sister had offered Megan's Mike's badge. Megan took it gratefully.

Megan felt Captain Ross squeeze her hand gently. She gave him a small smile in return. There was no indication of who shot Mike or why. However, Megan had a feeling as to why and who was behind it.

Megan looked around to see some familiar faces. Detectives Goren and Eames were to the right. Next to them was their former Capt. James Deakins. To center was Logan's old captain from the 2-7 Capt. Donal Cragen. Next to him was the current commander of the 2-7: Lt. Van Buren. Both of their faces were covered with grief. And of course next to the commissioner was District Attorney Jack McCoy. Lastly was a face Megan didn't expect or want to see: ADA Terri Driver. Megan started to go towards her as the commissar finished his speech, but Captain Ross grabbed her shoulder.

"It's not worth it, Wheeler," he told her softly. Instead of heeding his warning, Meagan pushed her captain aside and walked towards Driver quickly.

"Ms. Driver!" Driver turned around.

"You have a lot of nerve to come here," Megan hissed. Driver forced a smile on her face.

"I don't know what you are implying….."

"You know damn well what I am talking about," Megan snapped. It wasn't like her to yell at authority, but she felt as though Mike was smiling at her actions, pushing Megan to give Driver all she had.

"My partner wouldn't be lying six feet under if it wasn't for you," Megan continued.

Driver stopped smiling.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I just came here out of respect "

"You can take your 'respect' and shove it.."

"Easy, Wheeler," Ross said as he finally caught up to her. He turned to Driver.

"I think it would be wise Ms. Driver, if you were to leave now."

"I think so too," another voice agreed.

All three turned around to see Jack McCoy coming towards them.

Driver smiled.

"Hello, Mr. McCoy," she said sweetly.

"Save it, Ms. Driver," McCoy snapped. "We all know you aren't here out of the goodness of your heart."

Again, Driver stopped smiling. Before she could say anything, McCoy continued.

"And I don't want you anyway near my jurisdiction ever again!"

Megan was beyond shocked. She knew that Mike and McCoy didn't get along much and was surprised by McCoy's outburst.

"Your jurisdiction?" Driver sputtered. "Mr. McCoy, soon the whole state will be my jurisdiction."

"Perhaps," McCoy admitted. "But it might just be as well to stay out of Manhattan," McCoy motioned to the other mourners who were comming to the scene.

"Just take a look around. There are officers here from four different percents: Three in Manhattan and one from Staten Island. Do you really think you can fight all of us?!"

Megan looked around and saw on Cragen, Van Buren, Goren, and others who were coming to the scene. Their expressions all read the same thing: anger and revenge.

Megan looked at the Brooklyn ADA and noticed that Driver saw the same thing. Driver's face started to pale. She opened the door to her car and faced Megan. Yet before she could say anything, Megan spoke:

"This isn't over yet," she reminded the ADA.

"No," McCoy added "It isn't."

Wheeler watched with McCoy and Ross and the others as Driver drove fast away. For the first time that week, Megan smiled. Mike had been a mentor to her and had taught her never to give up. Some day, his murdered would be faced with Manhattan's raff. In the meanwhile, she was going to make sure Mike's good name lived on…starting today.

Well that is it! I think I will edit the story plot some time, but after I finish my SVU story. Thanks again!