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Bridget

Chapter 10-My Aim Is True

Bridget and Hank find out Justin got a girl pregnant. Hank and the mother of his grandchild are held hostage and Bridget gets her first hand to hand combat against some criminals.

Bridget had been at home working her way through a brutal algebra problem when the door opened and her Dad came into the house looking like he would rather go ten rounds with some ugly drug dealer rather than deal with whatever it was that made him go straight to the cabinet where they held the booze. Bridget watched him and then deciding that whatever it was, she wanted to hear about it head on she stood up and reached for the glasses pouring him a whiskey and such was the mood he was in he didn't notice (and didn't that worry her) that she poured herself a generous helping of gin and tonic and then sat down.

"So what happened?" she asked. Her Dad stared at her for second and then put down the bottle.

"Do you remember a girlfriend of your brother's Olive?"

Bridget couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Dad he had so many girlfriends at the end it was hard for him to keep track never mind me"

"Well this one says she's pregnant"

Bridget choked on her drink. Her Dad had much the same expression etched upon his face.

"Oh holy shit" she said sitting down and rolling her eyes. "Only Justin could pull that shit off even when he is miles away. Are you sure it's his? Is she sure it's his?"

"She says so"

Bridget snorted again. "Dad she could be saying anything and lets face it your not that good"

"Thanks, but no. I got a pretty good feeling she's on the mark with this one. I put in message to Justin's recruiter to get him to call but weather or not he does…well…he's not exactly been speaking to me"

It was a mark Bridget thought of how good things had been between the two of them that she didn't immediately roll her eyes at the end of that sentence, make a sarcastic remark nor comment that perhaps if he had not sent Justin away things would be different but she didn't instead turning back to her drink. She should have grabbed the vodka. Only Justin could pull this shit.

"She's coming round tomorrow after school to meet both of us"

Bridget raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything but she knew deep down there was the no chance she was going to be there when her Dad brought home the woman who claimed she was pregnant with her brother's child. Until she had confirmation from Justin that this was true she was going to take this information liberally and with more than a grain of salt.

Her Dad sighed standing up and then taking the gin out of her had and drinking half of it without flinching.

"Seriously?" She asked.

"Yeah it's a school night and I've had a long day"

And then he was gone and Bridget was furious for reasons that she knew but didn't want to name.

In hindsight looking back it was probably a very good thing that she had stuck to her guns and stayed behind for an extra hour working on her math homework which was by far her worst subject and she came home in a foul mood to see her front door kicked in.

For a second she stared and there looking at it noting the unfamiliar car that was there and the fact that her door lock was at an odd angle showing that someone uninvited had come in. She moved her bag so it was over her shoulder and then slid into the door so quietly she doubted anyone could hear her. There was always a spare gun in the draw next to the door and her Dad had made sure she and Justin had both known how to fire one. She had seen Erin do this enough times so feeling rather ridiculous more so that she did scared she forced herself to check each room.

The voices were coming from the basement. She couldn't hear her Dad but she could hear three men that she didn't know and she thought that her bravery might be better suited if she did the sensible thing and call Erin rather than the stupid thing and start shooting knowing full well she might not be able to hit anything except the wall. After all she had earned enough certificates in hand to hand combat to be good in a fist fight but she highly doubted whoever was down there probably robbing the safe that she pretended she didn't know about had incapacitated her father and that meant there wasn't much hope for her.

Just as she was edging back to the door she heard the door to the basement open. A man stood there dressed in black covered in tattoos and staring at her as if she was a ghost. Bridget ran like hell down the hallway and out the house.

Of course he was faster.

He caught her around the waist and lifted her up but before he could open his mouth to get help basic training of what she was supposed to do in this situation overcame her and her elbow came back into his mouth as her foot kicked him so hard in the stomach they both dropped to the floor of her hallway with a crash that knocked a table and three pictures over. There was movement from downstairs and Bridget knew that any second she would be joined by more people.

Disentangling herself from the man groaning on the floor (she was pleased to see she had knocked out a few teeth in the process even if her own head was bleeding from the fall) she turned and kicked him in the ribs. Firing two shots at the wall and not checking to see if they'd hit she ran out the house and down the street ignoring the fact that she was shaking and her knee was hurting and she didn't stop running until she was near the prescient and she crashed through the doors to see Trudy Platt look up from her magazine her face going while when she saw her and then to her abject horror the world got very dizzy and she fainted into an unwitting Adam's arms who was right behind her.

All in all she didn't know what to make of what was going on and when the blackness came she fell into it thinking that she would really like it if she hadn't hit anyone when she had shot them deserving of a bullet or not.

When Bridget woke up she knew she was in a hospital bed. There was someone there talking outside with the doctor. For a second, for an endless second she caught sight of the tall man and thought it was her brother. But then the door opened and her eyesight adjusted and she saw that it was her father. This was by no means a small feet. This morning Bridget had, had no idea what was going on with her father but she had banked herself on never seeing him again and now he was here a little bloodied and bruised but he was here and she was not going to knock that.

"What happened?" she said as she came in. She took in the look on his face and frowned. She had seen that look too many times and the last one had been when she had been convinced Justin had been going down for accessory to murder.

She bit her lip and tasted blood.

"You came across what you might say was a robbery in progress. I got the team looking for the people responsible but you running all that way got me and Olive the help that we needed. Doctors said you fainted, that your knee is badly bruised and that there was a bit of a concussion but you showing up sent the guys to my house and they found us."

"Who the hell would be after you…no let me rephrase that one. Who the hell would be mad enough for you to go after you?"

Her Dad cracked a smile that didn't meet his eyes.

"I've made a lot of enemies over the past kiddo. Considered it a badge of honour that I managed to get this far and not lose you to it. So I'm gonna keep somethings to myself. I know you want to know but…but that's just the way I need things to be, you understand?"

Bridget didn't and was about to tell him that but then she remembered with sudden clarity what it had been like standing and sitting across from Peter Stone as he interviewed her and threatened her and made her feel small and disgusting as she tried to stick up for her Dad. At least the woman had pitied her. Stone had looked at her like she was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe and on more than one occasion she had felt the same about herself. She had only gotten through that by knowing that she knew nothing and she was more than happy to keep it that way.

"Ok" she said finally. Her Dad's face showed his surprise but Bridget instead hugged him. She couldn't help it, all throughout that mad dash she had prayed that he was still alive, that if she could hold off the pain long enough she would know.

"I used your gun the one in the draw, I don't think I hit…did I hit? Was my aim that good?"

"Nah you got the wall" he said finally. "Gonna need a good plasterer to fix that up. That make you feel better or worse?"

"I don't feel anything" Bridget said finally. That was a lie. She felt relief and then the overwhelming guilt that came with it. These men had been trying to kill her father and for all she knew the mother of her unborn niece and nephew and she was relieved that she had not killed them?

Her Dad snorted but he returned the hug.

"You did good Bridge" he said finally. "You did real good today"

Yeah Bridget wished that was true.

That night they spent the night with Meredith and Al. Lexie helped her into the bed that they shared and talked until Bridget fell asleep her head still pounding and she woke up still feeling like she would rather sleep for a week. There was a pause where she sat there feeling Lexie breathe in and breathe out and she forced herself to try not to think about what it was going to be to go home and see the plaster marks on the wall where she shot at the plaster and where she knocked out someone's teeth.

Fuck.

And Justin had knocked up a girl. Bridget was going to be an Aunt. And everyone was alive, everyone she loved in this moment, in this morning was safe. So why did she feel like she was going to a funeral? Was this some sort of strange premonition? Either way she told herself sternly that she had nothing to feel guilty about.

So she did the easiest thing to do in that moment.

Bridget closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Lexie didn't even stir next to her.

There was a pause where Hank dry heaved a little bit more over Meredith's porcelain sink. Already he was in a bad way. His ribs were aching and not even the knowledge that the people behind this were dealt with was going to give him much sleep.

He had come out of his bonds to find upstairs a mess, two gunshots had gone off and there was a guy unconscious and his daughter who had come home and unwillingly struggled with two criminals who had wanted to kill her.

Fuck. Bridge could have died. His daughter could have died today or she could have killed someone. Thank god her aim was shit and that she had not learnt what it was to take someone's life. To have it in your hands and take it away. That was something Hank didn't have to put up with.

He peered around the door to see her curled up on one side of the bed her elbow tucked under her chin looking like a child and she paused where he stood there taking in the innocence that was still Bridget and then slowly he forced himself to stand there and remind himself that he had not lost his daughter and her innocence and that his unborn grandchild was going to live.

And that had to be enough.

And so he went back downstairs where his first partner, his best friend and his shrink nine times out of ten would be waiting on his estranged wife's couch with the scotch that he so desperately needed.

Again the next chapter will skip a couple of episodes so please keep that in mind.

Next Chapter-As a fire and it's personal contents become personal for Erin detectives from New York come down and Bridget Voight meets Olivia Benson.