Danny walked very slowly through the auto shop. His gun followed where is eyes followed, but he saw nothing. Nobody did. They cleared the building quickly, perfectly aware that no one was in the shop, besides them.

Danny picked up his radio from S.W.A.T. "Lindsay, the shops clear. Relay the information back to dispatch."

There was no reply.

Danny frowned. "Lindsay, do you copy?"

Suddenly the doors to the garage slammed closed. Danny could hear officers pounding the walls and yelling. Danny jogged out to the front to the garage. Through the small mirror in the door, he watched as the S.W.A.T. team inside were slowly gassed. They dropped like flies onto the ground.

"Call EMS!" Danny ordered. He whipped out his radio again. "Lindsay where the hell are you?"

"Danny."

Danny turned. Lindsay stood in the doorframe. Danny frowned. He walked toward her. "Lindsay, what are doin' in here? I told you to stay in the car. And why the hell weren't you answerin' the radio?"

Lindsay said nothing. It was then Danny realized something was wrong. Lindsay looked scared. Her body was shaking. Her eyes were misting. "I'm sorry."

Danny took another step toward her. "Lindsay?"

Then he came out. He grabbed the back of Lindsay's neck, pulling her head back. Danny watched as the M995 aimed to the lower of Lindsay's back. He appeared behind Lindsay, staring right at Danny. The S.W.A.T. team raised their guns toward the suspect. There was no denying the resemblance to the Irish Gang that had haunted Danny's mind for the weeks that followed.

"DROP THE GUNS!" he ordered.

No one moved.

The gunman jammed the gun deeper into Lindsay's back. "I'll blow a hole right through her! DROP YOUR GUNS!!"

"Alright!" Danny yelled. He held his hands up and lowered his gun to the floor. He could hear the remaining S.W.A.T. members lowered their guns to the floor all around him.

The suspect nodded. "Good job."

Danny looked to Lindsay briefly. "What do you want?"

"The end of the NYPD. Startin' with you lot. And each one of those officers deserved what they got." he explained. "As will all of you."

Danny shook his head. "You killed six cops. Three of 'em rookies, two under cover and one detective."

"Just taking back those who took my son from me." he explained pushing Lindsay toward Danny. "But that's only just the beginning."

For a split second, Danny could've sworn the sound barrier shattered. Time slowed to a crawl as he watched Lindsay's face fill with terror and pain. A bloody hole appeared near the base of her vest. His ear rang with a high pitch scream that followed a thundering shot. He felt the air of the bullet shoot past him. Danny forced his shock stricken body to move as Lindsay's body collapsed to the floor.

"NO!!" Danny cried.

The impact Lindsay's body made echoed as the bullet had. Danny was on his knees in front of her. He stared at Lindsay in shock. His fingers fumbled as he tried to removed his vest. He placed the vest beneath her head and pulled off his shirt. Danny carefully removed Lindsay vest from her chest in order to see the wound. Danny placed his shirt over Lindsay's bullet wound, pressing against her stomach. Lindsay cried out in pain. Danny felt the blood immediately soaking his shirt.

Danny looked up to the shooter. "You bastard, she's not even from New York!"

"You think that's supposed to make a difference?" Stephen asked. He stepped over them. "You better work fast, I give it an hour 'fore she bleeds to death." and he walked away.

"You son of a bitch." Danny spat.

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ok, kinda short, but very action packed.

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