A/N: OK, so, since this story was started before Kathy even found out she was pregnant, I've decided to ignore that little detail. Eli was never born, so Dickie is still Elliot's only son.

Chapter 12:

"Step away from the boy and put your hands on your head!" I hate Fin right now. Dickie grips me just a little tighter. I peel him off of my and look down at his face. he's completely white, his bloodshot eyes completely full of fear. "I said step away from the damn boy!"

I take a deep breath and do what he ordered. Although I'd rather tear him into pieces. "Now turn around, slowly." Again I do what he asks. His gun is pointed at me; in that way he holds it, one handed, arm straight out. It looks cool, but somehow I always thought it gave you pretty bad aim. And your arm tends to get tired after a while.

"Fin, please don't do this." Fin takes a step closer, and stupidly I draw my gun. He doesn't shoot, and neither do I. But I can hear Dickie whimper in the background.

"Put the gun down Elliot."

"Just let us go on our way."

"I can't do that." I try to assess the situation. If either of us shoot, we'd kill the other, but if I kill Fin, then the other cops nearby are most likely to hear the noise and know exactly where we are.

"How'd you find us?" He shrugs. "Fin, look, you know me. Please, just put your gun down, and let me protect my son." I'd get on my knees and beg if that didn't put me at a disadvantage.

"Elliot, he killed a kid. Beat him to death, now you saw that boy the same as me." He takes a step closer.

"One more step and I'll shoot you." I'm talking to him the same way I would talk to a perp. The only difference is that I'm the perp this time. "Fin, I don't want to hurt you. But if you force my hand, I will."

'Oh yeah, you're just a family of killers aren't you?" The little vein pulses in my temple and my finger wants nothing more than to apply a little more pressure on the trigger. Just a little more…

"Dad!" I finger relaxes. The next thing I know, Dickie's standing next to me, looking at me with that same scared expression. "Dad, maybe enough is enough." I spare him a quick glance. "Ok he's right. I deserve to pay for what I did." I see the tears brimming in his eyes again. He lowers his head, so he's staring at the dirt.

"Dickie–"

I try to say something but he shakes his head vigorously. "Dad, I've already ruined my own life, I won't ruin yours too."

"Dickie, I'm old, I've lived my life." A tear slips down his cheek and he immediately wipes it away. "Dickie, I'm your father, I'm supposed to protect you." He finally looks me in the eye.

"You can't protect me from this. You tried, but it's not going to work. We've lost, dad. Give up now, and with your track record, they'll let you go easy."

"My track record, Dickie, I.A.B.'s been trying to throw me in jail since I became a detective." I keep looking between my son and my colleague. Every word passed between us and I see Fin lower his weapon ever so slightly.

"Dad if you give up now, tell them that it was some vain attempt to protect your son, I mean, no jury would willingly throw you in jail." I take one hand off my gun and grab his shoulder and squeeze it tight.

"Dickie, I don't care if I go to jail. I don't care if I die, as long as you're safe. And you can't be safe in prison. Alright, I know what those places are like. A kid like you, would be beaten, or raped."

My son chuckles a little bit. "Dad, I'm gay. You can't rape the willing." I know he's trying to be humorous, but now is not the time for that.

"Dickie, you can joke about it all you want, I'm not going to let them have you. I will never give up on you. Got it?" I turn back to Fin and grasp my gun with both hands again. "I killed Jay." Dickie's head shot up. "I saw the two of them," I shudder, afraid to let the words out. "together, and I freaked. I killed Jay and tried to cover it up by dumping his body. I tried to get Dickie out of the country because he's a witness and he didn't come forward. I was afraid you would charge him with obstruction or accessory. But he had nothing to do with this. So if you're going to arrest somebody, it's gonna be me."

Fin doesn't move. For what feels like forever, we just stare at each other with our guns held high. Finally, Fin spoke. "You're willing to testify to that in court?" I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. "Under oath, against the penalty of perjury, you would tell that to the judge." Again, I nod. And back to our staring contest.

Suddenly Fin lowers his gun. I stare at him quizzically, but I won't drop mine. "Hey man, I know what it's like to wanna protect your kid." Of course he did, how could I forget all the crap Fin went through when Ken was questioned in a murder. "If I was in your shoes, I'd be doin' the same thing." I smile. Dickie looks confused as all hell.

I drop my gun and close distance between me and Fin. I grab the other man by the shoulders and pull him into a giant bear hug. I hear Dickie yell "Dude!" behind me, but I just chuckle. When the hell was the last time Fin and I hugged? Have we ever hugged?

Well this is awkward, two cops, who are the epitome of tough he-men, hugging each other tightly because we both have a gay son at one point or another accused of murder. I don't even hug Olivia.

I pull away, a little quicker than I intended. Now this is even more awkward. The aftermath of the hug. I stare down at the ground. Suddenly he shoves his keys into my face. "Take good care of her." I shake my head.

"I can't just take your car, Fin. I'd have to make it look like I forced your hand or something." He shrugs. He steps back and braces himself. "Sorry," I take a deep breath and swing at him as hard as I can. He bends over and nearly falls to his hands and knees.

I get another "dude" from Dickie. I grab Fin's handcuffs, his arms and pull him towards a nearby tree.

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" I shrug.

"I never get to play the perp. It's actually kinda fun." He just smiles as I cuff his hands behind the tree and place the key on the ground right underneath.

"Yeah I remember." I assume from when he worked Narcotics. I placed the scene rather nicely, I might add. "cars on the main road ahead of the block. If you can get in you'll be gold. I smile.

"Thanks man. Really." He smiles. I clasp him on his shoulder and walk off towards the car.

Dickie's POV:

There is no way my dad just had a gay moment, I mean, I'll admit, that's what it looked like, but this is my father, he's not like that. Fin however is questionable.

As my dad walks away and move up closer to Fin. He's already moving down towards the key. He stops when I stand up next to him. "You've got a thing for my dad don't you?" he glares.

"I ain't gay, kid."

I nod, unconvinced. "Shouldn't you be going now?" I pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him." I start following my dad.