Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or the Characters, but I own the plot to this
story and Alyssa Cragen. SO WOOT!
It was an hour long drive from the busy streets of New York City to the rural area just outside the city limits. Green trees were thick and houses were miles apart from each other. Donald's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he caught glances at the houses. Before he moved into his New York apartment, he used to live out here. He figured that this is where Marge would have wanted him to live, it was quiet, there was a small school house, and it was easy to keep tabs on kids out here.
"I don't want to question you...but could you please stay on the rode?" Donald blinked for the first time in five minutes when he heard Munch make his comment.
"Sorry..." His voice was softer then it had been earlier that afternoon. "Are Elliot and Olivia still behind us?"
"Yeah, if they're not totally confused at your driving..." Fin stated looking out the window in the back seat.
"Like I said, I'm sorry." Taking in a deep breath he continued. "I use to live around here before I moved into the city...that was over ten years ago I believe."
"So what are we going to do out here?" John asked trying to change the subject.
"Narcotics have two members undercover right now, working with the people that work with the perp, and tonight he's supposed to show up and that's when they're gonna arrest him."
"So why call us all in?" The idea of calling every squad in seemed inconceivable to Fin.
"Well, it seems this guy has a habit of getting out of tight situations. The more cops and detectives around, they think he won't get away this time. But that's there thinking." Cragen shrugged sourly. "It's worth a shot. " "We're willing to try anything once." John commented. "That's been like your whole life put into one sentence. You realize that John?" Fin's voice filtered into the conversation again. John turned himself around in the passenger seat so he was facing Fin.
"You are not one to talk-"
"Children!" Donald's voice carried. "I don't want to have to pull this car over, because I will!" John and Fin shared a glance before John turned back around in his seat. "Thank you.
"So what have we got so far?" Elliot asked as he and Olivia walked over to the narcotics Chief. A Spanish-American man in his late fifties, early sixties who wouldn't be seeing retirement for another ten years.
The Chief turned around and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Right now it's just playing the waiting game. We've gotten word that he should be arriving in the next hour."
"Who's undercover?" Olivia inquired. She looked over at Captain Cragen who was talking to the homicide captain; the two of them along with John seemed to be deep in a conversation of what seemed to be about past homicide cases. Fin made his way over to Elliot and Olivia, rolling his eyes at the three men behind him.
"Detectives Wilson and Cragen." He stated.
Elliot and Olivia exchanged a look of confusion. "Cragen?" Elliot probed deeper.
"Yeah, Alyssa Cragen."
"Chief, we got a car pulling up..." A young cop stated looking through a pair of binoculars.
The chief walked over to his radio and pulled it out. "Wilson, Cragen, I think our perp just showed up. Be on alert."
"You have them wired?" Fin asked pointing at what seemed to be random radio equipment.
"Wireless. It's practically untraceable. Two years ago we changed from wires to these after we had an undercover detective get caught." He let out a large sigh that seemed to rock his whole build. "It's a dangerous job these two are on, and I couldn't just ask anyone...Alright everyone, get ready to move in!"
Random cops stood up and started to make their way around the house they were all watching. The homicide captain handed Donald a pair of head phones. "These are connected to the microphones on the detectives. If anything goes wrong, we'll be able to hopefully get there before it gets any worse."
"Are you expecting something to go wrong?" John asked kneeling by Donald taking another pair of head phones.
"Honestly, we don't know. But Alyssa is in there, and she has a habit of winging it...if you know what I mean Munch." He nodded and looked over at Donald who was staring intently at the ground and listening to the conversation on the other end of the headsets.
"What are you doing here?" A gruff voice said, it sounded like he was standing right next to the microphone.
"You know why I'm here." A female voice answered.
"Here for a repeat of the last time? I didn't know you were such masochist...or maybe you're a sadist."
"You're the sadist!" Another male voice entered, this had to be the voice of the other detective.
"Like I asked, what are you two doing here? We've already done business, and I frankly don't feel like company tonight..." A few seconds later there was a large popping sound; the sound of gun fire rang out and the connection was lost on one of the wireless microphones.
"SHIT!!" The homicide cop through down his headphones and grabbed the radio. "Calling all units, move in!!" He screamed into the radio.
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It was an hour long drive from the busy streets of New York City to the rural area just outside the city limits. Green trees were thick and houses were miles apart from each other. Donald's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he caught glances at the houses. Before he moved into his New York apartment, he used to live out here. He figured that this is where Marge would have wanted him to live, it was quiet, there was a small school house, and it was easy to keep tabs on kids out here.
"I don't want to question you...but could you please stay on the rode?" Donald blinked for the first time in five minutes when he heard Munch make his comment.
"Sorry..." His voice was softer then it had been earlier that afternoon. "Are Elliot and Olivia still behind us?"
"Yeah, if they're not totally confused at your driving..." Fin stated looking out the window in the back seat.
"Like I said, I'm sorry." Taking in a deep breath he continued. "I use to live around here before I moved into the city...that was over ten years ago I believe."
"So what are we going to do out here?" John asked trying to change the subject.
"Narcotics have two members undercover right now, working with the people that work with the perp, and tonight he's supposed to show up and that's when they're gonna arrest him."
"So why call us all in?" The idea of calling every squad in seemed inconceivable to Fin.
"Well, it seems this guy has a habit of getting out of tight situations. The more cops and detectives around, they think he won't get away this time. But that's there thinking." Cragen shrugged sourly. "It's worth a shot. " "We're willing to try anything once." John commented. "That's been like your whole life put into one sentence. You realize that John?" Fin's voice filtered into the conversation again. John turned himself around in the passenger seat so he was facing Fin.
"You are not one to talk-"
"Children!" Donald's voice carried. "I don't want to have to pull this car over, because I will!" John and Fin shared a glance before John turned back around in his seat. "Thank you.
"So what have we got so far?" Elliot asked as he and Olivia walked over to the narcotics Chief. A Spanish-American man in his late fifties, early sixties who wouldn't be seeing retirement for another ten years.
The Chief turned around and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Right now it's just playing the waiting game. We've gotten word that he should be arriving in the next hour."
"Who's undercover?" Olivia inquired. She looked over at Captain Cragen who was talking to the homicide captain; the two of them along with John seemed to be deep in a conversation of what seemed to be about past homicide cases. Fin made his way over to Elliot and Olivia, rolling his eyes at the three men behind him.
"Detectives Wilson and Cragen." He stated.
Elliot and Olivia exchanged a look of confusion. "Cragen?" Elliot probed deeper.
"Yeah, Alyssa Cragen."
"Chief, we got a car pulling up..." A young cop stated looking through a pair of binoculars.
The chief walked over to his radio and pulled it out. "Wilson, Cragen, I think our perp just showed up. Be on alert."
"You have them wired?" Fin asked pointing at what seemed to be random radio equipment.
"Wireless. It's practically untraceable. Two years ago we changed from wires to these after we had an undercover detective get caught." He let out a large sigh that seemed to rock his whole build. "It's a dangerous job these two are on, and I couldn't just ask anyone...Alright everyone, get ready to move in!"
Random cops stood up and started to make their way around the house they were all watching. The homicide captain handed Donald a pair of head phones. "These are connected to the microphones on the detectives. If anything goes wrong, we'll be able to hopefully get there before it gets any worse."
"Are you expecting something to go wrong?" John asked kneeling by Donald taking another pair of head phones.
"Honestly, we don't know. But Alyssa is in there, and she has a habit of winging it...if you know what I mean Munch." He nodded and looked over at Donald who was staring intently at the ground and listening to the conversation on the other end of the headsets.
"What are you doing here?" A gruff voice said, it sounded like he was standing right next to the microphone.
"You know why I'm here." A female voice answered.
"Here for a repeat of the last time? I didn't know you were such masochist...or maybe you're a sadist."
"You're the sadist!" Another male voice entered, this had to be the voice of the other detective.
"Like I asked, what are you two doing here? We've already done business, and I frankly don't feel like company tonight..." A few seconds later there was a large popping sound; the sound of gun fire rang out and the connection was lost on one of the wireless microphones.
"SHIT!!" The homicide cop through down his headphones and grabbed the radio. "Calling all units, move in!!" He screamed into the radio.
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