A/N: Not mine, yada, yada, yada. Betaed by The Congressman, who is simple amazing at it! If you review with where I got the officer's names for, you have the option of a sneak peek or a One-Shot, just for you! Hint: Each name is made from two British characters.

At the sound of gunshots, the uniformed officers standing around outside came running into the building. Officer James 'Jim' Edwards, his partner at the end of the hall, took stock of the scene before him: two CSU techs on the ground and six bullet holes in the door about half a foot above them.

Do you want backup? Officer Robert 'Bob' Galloway signed.

That sounds good, put an ambulance on standby too. Jim signed back. It was times like these he was glad that him and Bob had learned ASL. It came in handy when trying to corner a suspect while not being noticed.

Bob nodded and crept out of the building quietly. Jim took a deep breath, turned off his radio, and went prone, crawling on his stomach over to the two techs.

"Hey, you guys OK?" he asked in a low whisper.

"Yeah, Ryan saved us," came a muffled voice from under the top tech.

"OK, stay prone and crawl along to the end of the hall; once you get there run. Tell Bobby I am off the air and going to start talking." Jim kept his voice low as he gave instructions, glad neither of the techs had been hurt.

Ryan pushed himself up with his arms to allow Kathleen room to wriggle out. "You go first; I'm right behind you Katie."

"Promise?" Kathleen asked back quietly. The blonde had never imagined that this would be how things would turn out. CSU were only supposed to arrive at a scene after it had been secured.

"Yes, now go!" Ryan growled lowly. He felt protective of the young woman and not just because of her dad.

Kathleen shimmied around under Ryan, moving so that she was facing the direction of the exit. With a nod at the officer, she began to move along the floor, making sure to stay low. For the first time in her life Kathleen was thankful that Elliot had taught her and her siblings his Marine skills, like how to crawl quickly and quietly, pay attention to her surroundings, and take orders. Half way across the hall, she turned back to look for Ryan and was happy to see him only a few feet behind. Smiling to herself, she kept going.

Ryan was nervous, I should never have brought her with me, he thought, absolutely furious with himself for putting her at risk. And that isn't just because of who her dad is, that nagging little voice popped up in his head. Watching her crawl out the door to safety, he breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short lived though as more gunshots echoed through the room, a wet slapping sound indicating they had struck home. He turned back, noticing the officer lying on the ground with a shoulder wound, blood seeping onto the floor. Though terrified, Ryan suppressed his fear and crawled back to Jim. Reaching the wounded cop, he dragged him away from the door and began to apply pressure to the wound with his still gloved hands.

Kathleen was out of the building and running towards Bob, the other officer barking on his radio.

"Bob, Jim said he was going off the air and going to start negotiations but shots were fired and Ryan hasn't come out yet. He was right behind me and, and I think I'm having a panic attack," Kathleen stammered, beginning to ramble and hyperventilate.

"You sit in there while I stick my head lass." Bob said, gesturing to the squad car. "What's your name?"

"Kathleen Stabler, daughter of badge 6313," Kathleen reeled off automatically as Elliot had taught her

"You have a parent on the job?" Bob asked, a little surprised.

"Yes, Detective First Grade Elliot Stabler," Kathleen said, looking at a very interesting rock by her feet. Her father was the type of person either loved or hated by the people who knew him.

Thankfully, the officer was one of the former. "Great man he is; you sit there Kathleen and I'll get Jim and your Ryan," Bob told her, unknowing of the implication of his choice of wording.

Kathleen sank down into the seat as she waited for news on Ryan and the other cop.

Bob stuck his head into the hallway and jumped back, lifting his radio to his mouth. "Ten-thirteen! Officer down! No hostages but at least one armed suspect, requesting ESU and a bus to the corner of 12th and 5th! Over." He then let out a low whistle that caught Ryan's attention. The Tech looked over at him with a grim face as he kept pressure on the wound. Bob crouched and hurried silently to his partner.

"Bus is on its way with ESU; can we move him further down towards the door?" Bob asked, so quietly that he was almost inaudible. Ryan nodded.

"I will keep pressure on the wound while you move him. Is Kathleen safe?" Ryan's voice was no louder than Bob's.

"She is fine," he told Ryan, the tech letting out a sigh of relief. "On three?"

Ryan gave a quick sharp nod. Bob held up a finger, two, then three before beginning to pull at his partner. It took them a few minutes but they had him in the doorway just as the awaited ambulance arrived. Ryan began to brief one of the paramedics as the other pulled the gurney from the back of the van. They quickly loaded Jim up and took him off to Belleview with Bob promising Jim to be there as soon as he could. Just as the ambulance left, three marked and two unmarked cop cars pulled up, a large ESU van not far behind. The officers clambered out of their cars and began to surround the building as ESU piled out of the van in bulletproof vests and Kevlar helmets, carrying M-16 assault rifles and Ithaca 37 shotguns. Weapons at the ready, they proceeded into the building and clustered around the door, kicking it down as they announced themselves.

"NYPD, drop your weapon and raise your hands in the air!" the leader yelled as they stormed the room. The perp raised her pistol at the police and fired a warning shot in the air. Knowing it was now or never, one officer jumped the woman and pinned her to the ground, another kicking the revolver away.

"Clear!" he shouted as he flipped the assailant over onto her stomach. "You are under arrest for the murder of the man on the floor beside you and the attempted murder of a police officer and two NYPD techs. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?" he finished, cuffing the woman. A muffled, sobbing 'yes' came from the woman.

Outside, Ryan was scanning the area for long blonde hair when he heard his name called and was almost tackled.

"You're safe, thank God you're safe. I heard the second round of gunfire a-a-and you weren't right behind me, I was so scared," Kathleen sobbed, her arms going around Ryan's neck as she pressed her body against his. She fits perfectly, came that pesky little voice in Ryan's head.

"I am sorry I scared you Kathleen; I was almost out when the shots were fired and I turned back to see that it was Jim who was shot, I-I-I couldn't leave him," Ryan murmured into her hair as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

Kathleen mumbled something he didn't quite catch.

"I didn't catch that," Ryan stated softly.

"I said Katie, you called me that before and I like it," Kathleen said, pulling her head back slightly from where she had buried her face against his shoulder.

"I am safe Katie, and so are you. It's ok. Everything is ok," Ryan replied, hugging her a little tighter. The kind words were all that was needed for Kathleen's tears to start. He held her against him as she began to sob. All that was on his mind was Shit, what do I do? The same thought as countless men before him when confronted with a crying women.