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Elliot had ran forward when he first heard the gun shots. He wasn't waiting for anyone to tell him what to do. He grabbed his gun and kicked the door with his booted foot at full force sending it right off it's hinges. "POLICE!" He's baritone voice echoed throughout the wooden house. The house was eerily quiet. Olivia appeared at Elliot's side with Fin and John. Elliot pointed for Fin and John to go left and nodding his head at Olivia as he turned right down a hallway. Olivia pulled her gun out and held it in front of her as she disappeared with Elliot down the hallway.
"You first..." Fin whispered at John who was already making his way through the front room. John carefully with his gun in his right hand opened the door to what he guessed was the kitchen with his left. There was blood everywhere in the kitchen, all over the walls, and counter. The sound of a soft moan turned their attention to the other side of the pearl colored counter. A man with dark brown hair was leaned up against the counter doors.
"Police, you ok?" John asked letting Fin get around him so he could take a look at the wounded man.
"I'm ok, that damn bastard shot me in my shoulder." He breathed heavily and cringed as Fin looked at his bleeding shoulder.
"What's your name?" Fin asked moving his head gently so he was looking him into the eyes.
"Detective Wilson...my partner is Detective Cragen...she ran off, and followed Eric..Dar---Dar"
"Shhh, it's ok. Save your breath. Which way did she go?" Wilson lifted his hand while shaking and pointed over to the back door. "Munch?"
"I'm on it." John started walking out towards the back door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Olivia and Elliot looking at three dead bodies, none of them a girl.
"They all were shot at such close range...I'm guessing a silencer.." He heard bits and pieces as he made his way to the back door; he noticed that it was already opened a crack. Cautiously he pushed on the back door and peered into the "back yard". It looked like a landfill, or a auto wrecking yard, John decided as he kept his gun out and ready as he scanned the yard. He was only ten feet from the house when he felt what he knew to be the barrel of a gun in his back.
"Don't move..." A distinctive female voice whispered. It sounded like she had been running, she was quite out of breath. "Who are you?"
"Detective John Munch, Special Victims Unit." He stated calmly even though his heart was racing.
The gun left his back side. "Damn, they really did call everyone in for this..." John turned around to find himself a girl, as he suspect (his ever the observant one). She looked to be around 5'4, dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in faded jeans and a plain white v-neck shirt, that had been stained with blood. "Excuse, my manners. Detective Alyssa Cragen, Narcotics." She hadn't put her gun away but kept it in a very tight hold in her right hand to her side. "How's Adam?"
"Your partner?" She nodded, her eyes scanning the back woods area.
"Shot in the shoulder, last time I checked he was conscious." Alyssa walked past John and into the house. He followed her and found her pushing past a medic, Fin, and Elliot to her partner's side.
"Adam! How you feeling?" She knelt to his side.
"Like shit..." The man coughed, they all watched as blood trickled out of the corner's of his mouth.
"Well, that teaches you to never take a bullet...hey." She put her hand on top of his head and wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.
"Yeah, I don't think I'll be doing that for awhile, what do you think Ally?" It seemed as if his eyes were getting heavier.
"I think you'll do fine..." She looked over at Adam's side and grabbed his gun and stood up gracefully. "Get him to a hospital NOW!" She walked out of the crowd and towards the back door.
"Alyssa..." Alyssa turned slowly on her heels to see Donald standing in the doorway with her boss behind him. Their eyes barrowed into each other before Alyssa turned back around and took off running out the back door.
"DAMNIT! Someone follow her please!" The narcotics chief threw his arms up into the air in frustration.
"John, Fin, go." Donald said pointing to them then to the door.
Fin stood up and walked over to John and shrugged. "I'm just as lost as you." John shrugged as he and Fin made their way back out the door.
"You know, I'm getting to old for this." John commented when they were halfway through the back yard area.
"Yeah, but what else would you do with your life?"
John sighed and moved a branch out of his line of sight. "I don't know, get some sleep at night?"
Fin laughed at him. "No sleep for the Special Victims Unit." As they continued to walk through the brush they came to a clearing just in time to see the girl, named Alyssa, holding out both guns and shooting them off. "Damnit!" Fin broke out into a sprint into the clearing. When Fin reached Alyssa she still was holding up both guns, her face was serious. Fin placed his arm over her arms and pressed down lightly so her guns were facing the ground.
"He got away...again." She whispered and turned around.
"Where do you think you're going now?" Fin asked tailing right behind her.
She stopped when she noticed that John was standing in front of her with his arms crossed across his chest. "I have to go back and report to my boss, then file a report." She sighed heavily. "I let him get away again, I'll be lucky if I don't get fired!" She pushed past John and made her way back to the house. Fin and John followed behind her.
Once they reached the house again the medics had just put Adam into the ambulance. She put her gun into the holster and Adam's gun in the back of her waist line of her jeans. She watched quietly as the ambulance drove away, the sirens wailed loudly.
"I figured you'd have changed your name and moved out of New York. But I guess you can't leave home." Alyssa turned around to face Donald Cragen. "It's been a long time, Alyssa."
Her face didn't change, it was still kept every ounce of seriousness that it held back in the clearing. "Five years is a long time...Donald."
"Now your into formalities...should have known." He whispered walking up to her so he was standing with her shoulder-to-shoulder.
"No, not really. You forgot that I started calling you Donald when I turned 16."
"That's right...I had forgotten."
"Is there something you want?" She unwrapped her arms from each other and let them hang loosely at her side.
"Besides a decent conversation, no not really. But your boss wants to talk to you."
"About?"
"He's reassigning you..."
Alyssa turned her head towards a group of people from her unit, she swore under her breath, then walked off.
"Care to explain that sir?" John asked walking up to him.
"It's simple John..." Donald took a deep breath. "Marge died, but she left a little angel in my life..."
"So you're saying that girl, is..."
"She's my daughter."
Note: Thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming! Here is a longer chapter for those of you who want a longer chapter!
Elliot had ran forward when he first heard the gun shots. He wasn't waiting for anyone to tell him what to do. He grabbed his gun and kicked the door with his booted foot at full force sending it right off it's hinges. "POLICE!" He's baritone voice echoed throughout the wooden house. The house was eerily quiet. Olivia appeared at Elliot's side with Fin and John. Elliot pointed for Fin and John to go left and nodding his head at Olivia as he turned right down a hallway. Olivia pulled her gun out and held it in front of her as she disappeared with Elliot down the hallway.
"You first..." Fin whispered at John who was already making his way through the front room. John carefully with his gun in his right hand opened the door to what he guessed was the kitchen with his left. There was blood everywhere in the kitchen, all over the walls, and counter. The sound of a soft moan turned their attention to the other side of the pearl colored counter. A man with dark brown hair was leaned up against the counter doors.
"Police, you ok?" John asked letting Fin get around him so he could take a look at the wounded man.
"I'm ok, that damn bastard shot me in my shoulder." He breathed heavily and cringed as Fin looked at his bleeding shoulder.
"What's your name?" Fin asked moving his head gently so he was looking him into the eyes.
"Detective Wilson...my partner is Detective Cragen...she ran off, and followed Eric..Dar---Dar"
"Shhh, it's ok. Save your breath. Which way did she go?" Wilson lifted his hand while shaking and pointed over to the back door. "Munch?"
"I'm on it." John started walking out towards the back door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Olivia and Elliot looking at three dead bodies, none of them a girl.
"They all were shot at such close range...I'm guessing a silencer.." He heard bits and pieces as he made his way to the back door; he noticed that it was already opened a crack. Cautiously he pushed on the back door and peered into the "back yard". It looked like a landfill, or a auto wrecking yard, John decided as he kept his gun out and ready as he scanned the yard. He was only ten feet from the house when he felt what he knew to be the barrel of a gun in his back.
"Don't move..." A distinctive female voice whispered. It sounded like she had been running, she was quite out of breath. "Who are you?"
"Detective John Munch, Special Victims Unit." He stated calmly even though his heart was racing.
The gun left his back side. "Damn, they really did call everyone in for this..." John turned around to find himself a girl, as he suspect (his ever the observant one). She looked to be around 5'4, dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in faded jeans and a plain white v-neck shirt, that had been stained with blood. "Excuse, my manners. Detective Alyssa Cragen, Narcotics." She hadn't put her gun away but kept it in a very tight hold in her right hand to her side. "How's Adam?"
"Your partner?" She nodded, her eyes scanning the back woods area.
"Shot in the shoulder, last time I checked he was conscious." Alyssa walked past John and into the house. He followed her and found her pushing past a medic, Fin, and Elliot to her partner's side.
"Adam! How you feeling?" She knelt to his side.
"Like shit..." The man coughed, they all watched as blood trickled out of the corner's of his mouth.
"Well, that teaches you to never take a bullet...hey." She put her hand on top of his head and wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.
"Yeah, I don't think I'll be doing that for awhile, what do you think Ally?" It seemed as if his eyes were getting heavier.
"I think you'll do fine..." She looked over at Adam's side and grabbed his gun and stood up gracefully. "Get him to a hospital NOW!" She walked out of the crowd and towards the back door.
"Alyssa..." Alyssa turned slowly on her heels to see Donald standing in the doorway with her boss behind him. Their eyes barrowed into each other before Alyssa turned back around and took off running out the back door.
"DAMNIT! Someone follow her please!" The narcotics chief threw his arms up into the air in frustration.
"John, Fin, go." Donald said pointing to them then to the door.
Fin stood up and walked over to John and shrugged. "I'm just as lost as you." John shrugged as he and Fin made their way back out the door.
"You know, I'm getting to old for this." John commented when they were halfway through the back yard area.
"Yeah, but what else would you do with your life?"
John sighed and moved a branch out of his line of sight. "I don't know, get some sleep at night?"
Fin laughed at him. "No sleep for the Special Victims Unit." As they continued to walk through the brush they came to a clearing just in time to see the girl, named Alyssa, holding out both guns and shooting them off. "Damnit!" Fin broke out into a sprint into the clearing. When Fin reached Alyssa she still was holding up both guns, her face was serious. Fin placed his arm over her arms and pressed down lightly so her guns were facing the ground.
"He got away...again." She whispered and turned around.
"Where do you think you're going now?" Fin asked tailing right behind her.
She stopped when she noticed that John was standing in front of her with his arms crossed across his chest. "I have to go back and report to my boss, then file a report." She sighed heavily. "I let him get away again, I'll be lucky if I don't get fired!" She pushed past John and made her way back to the house. Fin and John followed behind her.
Once they reached the house again the medics had just put Adam into the ambulance. She put her gun into the holster and Adam's gun in the back of her waist line of her jeans. She watched quietly as the ambulance drove away, the sirens wailed loudly.
"I figured you'd have changed your name and moved out of New York. But I guess you can't leave home." Alyssa turned around to face Donald Cragen. "It's been a long time, Alyssa."
Her face didn't change, it was still kept every ounce of seriousness that it held back in the clearing. "Five years is a long time...Donald."
"Now your into formalities...should have known." He whispered walking up to her so he was standing with her shoulder-to-shoulder.
"No, not really. You forgot that I started calling you Donald when I turned 16."
"That's right...I had forgotten."
"Is there something you want?" She unwrapped her arms from each other and let them hang loosely at her side.
"Besides a decent conversation, no not really. But your boss wants to talk to you."
"About?"
"He's reassigning you..."
Alyssa turned her head towards a group of people from her unit, she swore under her breath, then walked off.
"Care to explain that sir?" John asked walking up to him.
"It's simple John..." Donald took a deep breath. "Marge died, but she left a little angel in my life..."
"So you're saying that girl, is..."
"She's my daughter."
