Fin walked into the 42nd precinct and talked to a couple officers. They told Fin what had happened in the bar and then they let him go back to the drunk tank to see if it really was Celia the officers arrested. An officer walked back there with him.
"So what are the charges?" asked Fin.
"Well, if she is who she says she is, then we will drop the charges, but if not, she'll be charged with disturbing the peace and prostitution." Said the officer. They walked to the drunk tank and Fin looked through the window at her. She was pleading with an officer to let her make a call.
"Please, I'm begging you, just call Odafin Tutuola. He's in special Victims. He'll vouch for me. I swear to you." Pleaded Celia.
"Listen Bitch, I'm not letting you out of that cell. Beside, there is no one in special victims anywhere in the city by that name." Replied the officer.
"Yes, he is. I'm not crazy." Said Celia, as she started to cry, "I'm begging you." Just then the side door opened and Fin walked in, "Fin! Thank God you're here."
"Det. Tutuola, do you know this woman?" the officer asked Fin.
"Fin, please, help me. They took my ring and my purse was stolen at the bar." Cried Celia.
"I don't know. She's got blond hair," Said Fin as he looked at her, "The Celia Garcia I know has brown hair."
"Fin?" There was silence between the two for a moment.
"Look, whore, the man says he doesn't know you. Give it up." Said the officer.
"Let her out." Said Fin.
"What?" asked the officer.
"This is Federal Agent Celia Garcia. " Said Fin, Celia took a deep breath.
"You're sure?" asked the officer.
"Yea." Said Fin as he walked away. The officer let Celia out of the cell and she walked past him and Fin. Fin turned back to the officer, "If you ever call her a whore again. You'll be writing parking tickets for the rest of your career."
Fin walked out of the station and Celia was smoking a cigarette on the steps of the precinct. He walked down to her and put his coat around her shoulders as she wiped the tears out of her eyes. He walked down to the side of the street and flagged a cab. A cab pulled over and Fin opened the door to the cab.
"You coming." Said Fin.
Celia sighed, flicked her cigarette, and walked down off the steps and got into the cab. Fin got into the cab and sat next to her. Celia just stared out the window as Fin told the cabbie where to go. Not a word was spoken to each other on the ride back to the Fin's apartment. The cab pulled over and Fin paid the man and helped Celia out. They walked back up to his apartment in silence and soon as Fin shut the door behind him he spoke.
"You wanna tell me what's going on?" said Fin. Celia walked past him and into his bedroom and shut the door. "What possessed you to go out and get in a bar fight and sell yourself." Snapped Fin as he burst through the bedroom door.
"My director sent me out to find Juarez." Said Celia, as she pulled the wig off of her head, "I walked all over the city and I didn't find him. I went into that particular bar for a drink and some take out. He was there. I didn't think he recognized me, but he hit me first. Other jumped in, creating a brawl. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Why weren't we informed of your undercover work?" said Fin.
"Because, my director didn't want you all involved in this" sighed Celia as she took the nylon off her head, "He wants me out of the bureau, and I have no objections."
"You're quitting the Bureau?" asked Fin.
"As soon as this case is over." Celia half smiled.
"Why?"
"Do you really have to ask?" Celia laughed, "Look at the mess I've caused."
"This is a tough case. I wouldn't give up on your career because of tough case." Said Fin.
"Why not? I haven't got one thing I wanted out this Federal career. Instead, I've lost everything." Celia said as she took her hair out of the bun and shook out her hair.
"Like what?"
"The major thing I lost was you." Sighed Celia. Just then, Celia's Cell phone started to ring. She walked over to her suitcase and picked up the phone, "Garcia." She walked out into the living room.
"Celia, how did it go?" asked Whittaker on the other end.
"I got arrested, Whittaker. Put it in the report and give it to your superiors."
"No, Celia, I will be in New York in the morning, with my superiors. You will bring your blunders of this case to them personally. Then we'll decide what to do with you."
"Whittaker, no, I don't want to explain this to them. You're one thing, they're another."
"Agent Garcia, I have given you guidance concerning this case, and it seems to me that you've done nothing but soil it." Said Whittaker.
"Guidance! You call that guidance," Shrieked Celia, "I told you that my going undercover was not a plausible idea. I told you that it was dangerous, and I would probably end under bad circumstances."
"I wish you would have told me your concerns earlier, we could have discussed it further."
"What are you talking about?" Snapped Celia.
"You're obviously unable to talk reasonably at this hour. We'll discuss this more tomorrow." Said Whittaker, "Good night, Celia."
"GOD DAMN IT!!" screamed Celia and she threw her phone across the room. Fin walked out of the bedroom and picked up her phone on the way out and threw it onto the couch.
"What's wrong now?" said Fin as he walked towards her.
"Whittaker is bring his superiors here to New York tomorrow so I can present them with the details of this case." Sighed Celia as she buried her head in her hands, "I give up, Fin. I just give up."
"What did Whittaker say?" Fin asked.
"He denied that I told it was a bad idea about my undercover. He claims to have given me proper guidance on this case." Said Celia as she started to cry, "I give up. I can't take this anymore. I just give up."
"Baby, don't give up." Said Fin as he wiped the tears out of her eyes, "I've got your back. I always have, and I always will. I love you, Baby."
"I love you too." Celia smiled as she looked up at him. Fin wiped the rest of her tears away and caressed her cheek before he brought his lips down to meet hers. He pulled her closer to him, and she did not object. Fin began kissing her with more urgency as Celia began to unbutton his shirt. Fin picked her up and carried her back into his bedroom and laid her down on his bed.
"It's been a while since you've been here." Smirked Fin.
"It feels like old shoes." Smiled Celia as she pulled Fin down to her. Just as Fin was about to kiss her again, Celia's cell rang again, "Leave it."
"Na, hold on." Fin got up and walked into the living room and picked up her cell. He walked back into the bedroom and opened up the window and threw it out.
"You could have just stepped on it." Laughed Celia as Fin walked back over to her.
"But it'll be funny when some drunk answers it next time your boss calls." Said Fin as Celia again pulled him down on her. Fin resumed kissing her as they undressed each other. As Celia was about to undo his Khaki's, Fin reached into his pockets and pulled out her ring.
"Fin." Celia cooed.
"I believe this is yours." Smirked Fin as he put it back on her finger.
It was nearing 7am; Fin and Celia were lying awake in bed. The rays of the morning sun were peaking through the bedroom windows. Celia smoked a cigarette while her head laid on Fin's chest. She occasionally gave Fin a hit off of the cigarette. They had been laying there in silence for quite sometime when Celia spoke.
"So what happens now?" She sighed.
"What do you want to happen?"
"I know I wanna be with you." Smiled Celia, "Even if I don't have anything else, I wanna go to bed and wake up in your arms."
"I missed you, Baby." Smiled Fin as he kissed the top of her head.
"Once I get out of the Bureau, should I take some time off or try and get a job with the PD right away?" asked Celia.
"If I were in your shoes, I'd take some time off." Said Fin.
"I can almost guarantee you, that if I take sometime off, I will clean this place top to bottom." Smiled Celia.
"Do what you want, but if you touch the Grandmaster Flash poster..."
"I won't touch the precious poster." Laughed Celia as she dropped her cigarette in a glass of water next to the bed.
"You know we gotta get up now, and we haven't had a minute of sleep." Said Fin.
"Yea, I know. I'm used to it. I haven't slept in 9 months." Said Celia.
"I don't want you to worry about your boss. You're good at what you do, you don't need them." Said Fin as he tightened his hold on her.
"I'm not worried about Whittaker. But if I get reprimanded from his superiors, I might not even be able to get a job in law ever again." Sighed Celia as she sat up.
"Don't worry about it and go take a shower. I'll go make some coffee." Said Fin.
A couple hours later, Cragen walked into the squad room only to be greeted by two Federal Agents.
"Can I help you two?" asked Cragen.
"Agents Whittaker and Hawthorne." Replied Hawthorne, "We want all your data on the case Celia Garcia has been assigned too."
"Well you're going to have to wait for Celia get in, I will not hand over her papers with out her approval." Said Cragen.
"You shouldn't even have claim on the documents. She is only working out of this office to use it as a resource center. Neither you or your agents should have anything to do with this case." Said Whittaker.
"Is that so?" asked Cragen, "Celia made it clear that she wanted us to work together on the case, since my men were the first detectives on the scene."
"The FBI doesn't make a habit of working with city cops." Said Hawthorne. Just then Munch and Stabler walked into the squad room.
"What's going on?" asked Stabler.
"You are?" asked Whittaker.
"Det. Stabler." He greeted.
"Det. Munch." He greeted as well, "What's going on?"
"Apparently, these men want the documentation on our serial killer case." Said Cragen.
"Our case." Replied the Agents.
"No, ours." Said Benson as she walked in.
"I can have your badge." Said Hawthorne to Benson.
"No, you can't because you're not my superior." Snapped Benson, "If Celia didn't have our help, she would not have tracked him as far as she did in this city."
"Give them the papers." Said Celia as she and Fin walked into the squad room.
"Ah Celia, how are you?" asked Whittaker.
"Pretty pissed off." Snapped Celia as she walked past them, "Interrogation Room, NOW!"
Celia walked into the interrogation room and held the door open for them. Whittaker and Hawthorne walked in and Celia slammed the door behind them.
"Only one, Whittaker? I would have figured you'd have brought all of them." Said Celia.
"Agent Garcia, I want you to explain why it has taken you almost 4 months to catch this serial killer, and he is still lose." Said Hawthorne.
"You try catching a killer when you're superior gives you directives that are unsound." Said Celia, "For instance last night when he had me doing undercover at every bar in the city."
"Whittaker gives us reports of his directives to you concerning this case, and we have received no such report."
"Excuse me?" said Celia as she glared at Whittaker, "You're setting me up?"
"Celia, you need to stop making excuses and take responsibility for your actions concerning this case." Said Whittaker. Celia glared at Whittaker while she reached into the pocket business jacket.
"You have two choices, gentlemen. Either you can except this letter of resignation from the Bureau right now and assign someone else to the case, or you can take it after we catch this guy." Said Celia, "Either way, I quit, I'm coming back to PD detective work, I'm coming back to my fiancé, and I'm getting away from you."
"Celia, you will finish out this case, then you can resign." Said Hawthorne.
"Fine." Said Celia as she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"What's going on, Celia." Asked Benson.
"Nothing, I'll be back in a minute." Said Celia as she walked out.
Celia walked out the station and sat on the steps and lit a cigarette. Just then Benson came out to talk to her.
"You ok, Celia." Said Benson.
"Yea, I just gave them my letter of resignation." Said Celia.
"You're quitting?"
"As soon as I finish this case." Said Celia.
"Are you doing this because you hate the job or for Fin?" asked Benson.
"Both." Said Celia as she smoked, "I hate my job. I used to love catching the bad guy, and making sure he went to jail for a long time. But when I caught the last guy I put a gun in his mouth and I was seconds from putting a bullet in the back of his head when I came to my senses. As for Fin, I love him with all my heart, and if he's not in my life, then I honestly don't have anything."
"Whether your superiors like it or not, we're going to help you with this." Smiled Benson, "Once we get this guy, we'll go shopping or something."
"Sounds like a plan." Said Celia as Benson stood up, "I'll be back in a few." Celia stood up and walked over to her car to get her gun case out. As she was walking, someone came up behind her.
"Agent Garcia?" the man said behind her.
"Yes." She said as she turned around to face a baseball bat against the side of her head.
"So what are the charges?" asked Fin.
"Well, if she is who she says she is, then we will drop the charges, but if not, she'll be charged with disturbing the peace and prostitution." Said the officer. They walked to the drunk tank and Fin looked through the window at her. She was pleading with an officer to let her make a call.
"Please, I'm begging you, just call Odafin Tutuola. He's in special Victims. He'll vouch for me. I swear to you." Pleaded Celia.
"Listen Bitch, I'm not letting you out of that cell. Beside, there is no one in special victims anywhere in the city by that name." Replied the officer.
"Yes, he is. I'm not crazy." Said Celia, as she started to cry, "I'm begging you." Just then the side door opened and Fin walked in, "Fin! Thank God you're here."
"Det. Tutuola, do you know this woman?" the officer asked Fin.
"Fin, please, help me. They took my ring and my purse was stolen at the bar." Cried Celia.
"I don't know. She's got blond hair," Said Fin as he looked at her, "The Celia Garcia I know has brown hair."
"Fin?" There was silence between the two for a moment.
"Look, whore, the man says he doesn't know you. Give it up." Said the officer.
"Let her out." Said Fin.
"What?" asked the officer.
"This is Federal Agent Celia Garcia. " Said Fin, Celia took a deep breath.
"You're sure?" asked the officer.
"Yea." Said Fin as he walked away. The officer let Celia out of the cell and she walked past him and Fin. Fin turned back to the officer, "If you ever call her a whore again. You'll be writing parking tickets for the rest of your career."
Fin walked out of the station and Celia was smoking a cigarette on the steps of the precinct. He walked down to her and put his coat around her shoulders as she wiped the tears out of her eyes. He walked down to the side of the street and flagged a cab. A cab pulled over and Fin opened the door to the cab.
"You coming." Said Fin.
Celia sighed, flicked her cigarette, and walked down off the steps and got into the cab. Fin got into the cab and sat next to her. Celia just stared out the window as Fin told the cabbie where to go. Not a word was spoken to each other on the ride back to the Fin's apartment. The cab pulled over and Fin paid the man and helped Celia out. They walked back up to his apartment in silence and soon as Fin shut the door behind him he spoke.
"You wanna tell me what's going on?" said Fin. Celia walked past him and into his bedroom and shut the door. "What possessed you to go out and get in a bar fight and sell yourself." Snapped Fin as he burst through the bedroom door.
"My director sent me out to find Juarez." Said Celia, as she pulled the wig off of her head, "I walked all over the city and I didn't find him. I went into that particular bar for a drink and some take out. He was there. I didn't think he recognized me, but he hit me first. Other jumped in, creating a brawl. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Why weren't we informed of your undercover work?" said Fin.
"Because, my director didn't want you all involved in this" sighed Celia as she took the nylon off her head, "He wants me out of the bureau, and I have no objections."
"You're quitting the Bureau?" asked Fin.
"As soon as this case is over." Celia half smiled.
"Why?"
"Do you really have to ask?" Celia laughed, "Look at the mess I've caused."
"This is a tough case. I wouldn't give up on your career because of tough case." Said Fin.
"Why not? I haven't got one thing I wanted out this Federal career. Instead, I've lost everything." Celia said as she took her hair out of the bun and shook out her hair.
"Like what?"
"The major thing I lost was you." Sighed Celia. Just then, Celia's Cell phone started to ring. She walked over to her suitcase and picked up the phone, "Garcia." She walked out into the living room.
"Celia, how did it go?" asked Whittaker on the other end.
"I got arrested, Whittaker. Put it in the report and give it to your superiors."
"No, Celia, I will be in New York in the morning, with my superiors. You will bring your blunders of this case to them personally. Then we'll decide what to do with you."
"Whittaker, no, I don't want to explain this to them. You're one thing, they're another."
"Agent Garcia, I have given you guidance concerning this case, and it seems to me that you've done nothing but soil it." Said Whittaker.
"Guidance! You call that guidance," Shrieked Celia, "I told you that my going undercover was not a plausible idea. I told you that it was dangerous, and I would probably end under bad circumstances."
"I wish you would have told me your concerns earlier, we could have discussed it further."
"What are you talking about?" Snapped Celia.
"You're obviously unable to talk reasonably at this hour. We'll discuss this more tomorrow." Said Whittaker, "Good night, Celia."
"GOD DAMN IT!!" screamed Celia and she threw her phone across the room. Fin walked out of the bedroom and picked up her phone on the way out and threw it onto the couch.
"What's wrong now?" said Fin as he walked towards her.
"Whittaker is bring his superiors here to New York tomorrow so I can present them with the details of this case." Sighed Celia as she buried her head in her hands, "I give up, Fin. I just give up."
"What did Whittaker say?" Fin asked.
"He denied that I told it was a bad idea about my undercover. He claims to have given me proper guidance on this case." Said Celia as she started to cry, "I give up. I can't take this anymore. I just give up."
"Baby, don't give up." Said Fin as he wiped the tears out of her eyes, "I've got your back. I always have, and I always will. I love you, Baby."
"I love you too." Celia smiled as she looked up at him. Fin wiped the rest of her tears away and caressed her cheek before he brought his lips down to meet hers. He pulled her closer to him, and she did not object. Fin began kissing her with more urgency as Celia began to unbutton his shirt. Fin picked her up and carried her back into his bedroom and laid her down on his bed.
"It's been a while since you've been here." Smirked Fin.
"It feels like old shoes." Smiled Celia as she pulled Fin down to her. Just as Fin was about to kiss her again, Celia's cell rang again, "Leave it."
"Na, hold on." Fin got up and walked into the living room and picked up her cell. He walked back into the bedroom and opened up the window and threw it out.
"You could have just stepped on it." Laughed Celia as Fin walked back over to her.
"But it'll be funny when some drunk answers it next time your boss calls." Said Fin as Celia again pulled him down on her. Fin resumed kissing her as they undressed each other. As Celia was about to undo his Khaki's, Fin reached into his pockets and pulled out her ring.
"Fin." Celia cooed.
"I believe this is yours." Smirked Fin as he put it back on her finger.
It was nearing 7am; Fin and Celia were lying awake in bed. The rays of the morning sun were peaking through the bedroom windows. Celia smoked a cigarette while her head laid on Fin's chest. She occasionally gave Fin a hit off of the cigarette. They had been laying there in silence for quite sometime when Celia spoke.
"So what happens now?" She sighed.
"What do you want to happen?"
"I know I wanna be with you." Smiled Celia, "Even if I don't have anything else, I wanna go to bed and wake up in your arms."
"I missed you, Baby." Smiled Fin as he kissed the top of her head.
"Once I get out of the Bureau, should I take some time off or try and get a job with the PD right away?" asked Celia.
"If I were in your shoes, I'd take some time off." Said Fin.
"I can almost guarantee you, that if I take sometime off, I will clean this place top to bottom." Smiled Celia.
"Do what you want, but if you touch the Grandmaster Flash poster..."
"I won't touch the precious poster." Laughed Celia as she dropped her cigarette in a glass of water next to the bed.
"You know we gotta get up now, and we haven't had a minute of sleep." Said Fin.
"Yea, I know. I'm used to it. I haven't slept in 9 months." Said Celia.
"I don't want you to worry about your boss. You're good at what you do, you don't need them." Said Fin as he tightened his hold on her.
"I'm not worried about Whittaker. But if I get reprimanded from his superiors, I might not even be able to get a job in law ever again." Sighed Celia as she sat up.
"Don't worry about it and go take a shower. I'll go make some coffee." Said Fin.
A couple hours later, Cragen walked into the squad room only to be greeted by two Federal Agents.
"Can I help you two?" asked Cragen.
"Agents Whittaker and Hawthorne." Replied Hawthorne, "We want all your data on the case Celia Garcia has been assigned too."
"Well you're going to have to wait for Celia get in, I will not hand over her papers with out her approval." Said Cragen.
"You shouldn't even have claim on the documents. She is only working out of this office to use it as a resource center. Neither you or your agents should have anything to do with this case." Said Whittaker.
"Is that so?" asked Cragen, "Celia made it clear that she wanted us to work together on the case, since my men were the first detectives on the scene."
"The FBI doesn't make a habit of working with city cops." Said Hawthorne. Just then Munch and Stabler walked into the squad room.
"What's going on?" asked Stabler.
"You are?" asked Whittaker.
"Det. Stabler." He greeted.
"Det. Munch." He greeted as well, "What's going on?"
"Apparently, these men want the documentation on our serial killer case." Said Cragen.
"Our case." Replied the Agents.
"No, ours." Said Benson as she walked in.
"I can have your badge." Said Hawthorne to Benson.
"No, you can't because you're not my superior." Snapped Benson, "If Celia didn't have our help, she would not have tracked him as far as she did in this city."
"Give them the papers." Said Celia as she and Fin walked into the squad room.
"Ah Celia, how are you?" asked Whittaker.
"Pretty pissed off." Snapped Celia as she walked past them, "Interrogation Room, NOW!"
Celia walked into the interrogation room and held the door open for them. Whittaker and Hawthorne walked in and Celia slammed the door behind them.
"Only one, Whittaker? I would have figured you'd have brought all of them." Said Celia.
"Agent Garcia, I want you to explain why it has taken you almost 4 months to catch this serial killer, and he is still lose." Said Hawthorne.
"You try catching a killer when you're superior gives you directives that are unsound." Said Celia, "For instance last night when he had me doing undercover at every bar in the city."
"Whittaker gives us reports of his directives to you concerning this case, and we have received no such report."
"Excuse me?" said Celia as she glared at Whittaker, "You're setting me up?"
"Celia, you need to stop making excuses and take responsibility for your actions concerning this case." Said Whittaker. Celia glared at Whittaker while she reached into the pocket business jacket.
"You have two choices, gentlemen. Either you can except this letter of resignation from the Bureau right now and assign someone else to the case, or you can take it after we catch this guy." Said Celia, "Either way, I quit, I'm coming back to PD detective work, I'm coming back to my fiancé, and I'm getting away from you."
"Celia, you will finish out this case, then you can resign." Said Hawthorne.
"Fine." Said Celia as she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"What's going on, Celia." Asked Benson.
"Nothing, I'll be back in a minute." Said Celia as she walked out.
Celia walked out the station and sat on the steps and lit a cigarette. Just then Benson came out to talk to her.
"You ok, Celia." Said Benson.
"Yea, I just gave them my letter of resignation." Said Celia.
"You're quitting?"
"As soon as I finish this case." Said Celia.
"Are you doing this because you hate the job or for Fin?" asked Benson.
"Both." Said Celia as she smoked, "I hate my job. I used to love catching the bad guy, and making sure he went to jail for a long time. But when I caught the last guy I put a gun in his mouth and I was seconds from putting a bullet in the back of his head when I came to my senses. As for Fin, I love him with all my heart, and if he's not in my life, then I honestly don't have anything."
"Whether your superiors like it or not, we're going to help you with this." Smiled Benson, "Once we get this guy, we'll go shopping or something."
"Sounds like a plan." Said Celia as Benson stood up, "I'll be back in a few." Celia stood up and walked over to her car to get her gun case out. As she was walking, someone came up behind her.
"Agent Garcia?" the man said behind her.
"Yes." She said as she turned around to face a baseball bat against the side of her head.