A/N: Chapter Four. Well... I really have nothing to say, except for one thing: Thank you for making me feel better about Chpt3. It inspired me to put up... Chapter 4!

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"Hey, Leo, want a job?" Adam asked one night.

Leo looked up from his desk. He signed his name quickly on a paper from a case the week before and stood up, leaving his office. "Sure, what is it?"

"Just a nine-one-one call.... On the west side..." The west side always was the rich side of town, and it was fun to mess with them. Sometimes, on a holiday, the whole precinct would drive through there, honking and running sirens. It was a fun pastime, and a perk to working at the precinct.

"Yeah, I'll go. How many cars?"

"Um... Two cars, a K-nine truck-- that'd be you--" Leo nodded. "And two fire trucks."

"Why all that?"

"Possible drug bust with a shooting."

"Oh... Sounds good. Where's Kia?" Leo asked.

"In the back, of course." As Leo put on his jacket that designated him one of the five dog handlers with the K-9 police and went to the back to get the police dog ready, Adam called, "And hurry with her!"

Leo was at the kennels quickly. He was on the outside, and the five dogs were in. He went to Kia's kennel and whistled for her. She bounded out, ready for a run.

A year ago, Leo finally applied for a dog. Piper had pushed him to do it. He'd been trained to be a handler, and knew how to train and work with the dogs, and Piper figured it was time to get one. Dogs were good protectors. Still, though, Leo couldn't take Kia home... He was working on it, though.

Leo slid and locked the bulletproof jacket on Kia. This one had three strips of reflectors on the sides and back so that she could be seen at night. Hooking her leash to the harness that ran inside of the vest, he put her in the kennel in the back of the truck, told her to hush and to stay, and pulled around to the front. He followed the two other cars out.

The fire trucks were already there. Leo pulled up on the opposite side of the street, watching one of the cars pull into the driveway of the house they were headed for. They were blocking it. Taking Kia out, he ran her across the street on her leash. She was all too excited. She loved this job.

Leo walked up to one of the firemen. "What's going on here?"

"All we know is they--"

"Who?"

"There's three people in there. Three alive. One apparently was shot. They say it was accidental. We've got a negotiator here already, but those three are probably high and drunk. I wouldn't send her in, though," the man said, looking at Kia.

"K." Leo turned and saw some people coming out of their houses. Turning to his dog, he said, "Sit. Stay." She did, and watched him go back across the street. She saw the people coming out of their houses and whimpered. She let out a high-pitched bark and fidgeted. Leo heard her over the noise and turned around. He pointed at her and yelled, "You stay, Kia. Stay." She sat back down from where she had gotten up, her tail swishing furiously.

Leo went up to the house with the people coming out. One in particular caught his attention. A little girl, mother, and father were standing in their doorway. They little girl ran out toward the fire trucks, but also right at Leo. The mother was about to run after her when Leo scooped her up, the same as if she were Melinda, and brought her back to the house.

"Oh, thank you so much!" the mother said gratefully, taking the little girl. "Kayla, you know better than to leave the house. Especially now," she said, holding her daughter.

The father looked at Leo. "What's going on?"

Leo knew not to tell the whole story. It bothered him that they couldn't. The people had the right to know, especially if they were across the street from the lights of the cars and fire trucks.

"There was a call about possible drug handling, and we've come to check it out."

"We heard a gunshot earlier and called in. It was about ten minuets ago."

"Yes, we know about that. It'd probably be safer to stay in the back of your house, away from windows, or in the basement. Nothing's for certain yet, but it's a precaution."

The little girl pointed across the street. "Doggie."

Leo turned around to see Kia on the sidewalk where Leo had put her, sitting restlessly. He turned back around. "Yep. My dog."

"Thanks again," the mother said.

"Sure. And we'll try to clear this up as soon as possible."

Leo left as the little family went inside. He called Kia and picked up her leash. She bounced around, and he told her, "Down." She stopped abruptly. Leo walked up to Cortez. "So..."

"Looks like their negotiator's working. They want someone to take the body out."

"Who?" Leo asked, wondering who was going to go in for it. Cortez stared at his friend. "Me? No, no, no, no. No. Not me."

"Leo, you're the one with the dog. You'll be in and out quick, and'll have backup. Me, a fireman, and three others. Um... Joe, Mark, and Rick."

Leo sighed, defeated. "...Fine." He unleashed Kia and tossed the leash aside. Finding the three others going in with him with the fireman, he and Cortez joined. "So?"

"It's Follow-The-Leader all the way. You and Kia, and we'll follow."

Leo sighed again. "Okay. Let's just get this over with..."

Calling Kia, Leo moved toward the house slowly. The others would follow up once he was in the door. He called up to the men inside the house. Reaching the door, he knocked hard on it. It opened. Motioning for the others to follow, Leo and Kia slipped inside.

Moving slowly through the house, with backup at the door, he called to see if anyone was there. A call came back from the attic. Still moving slowly, Leo made his way up to the attic. No one was there on the way up.

Reaching the attic door, Leo knocked again. A scared, muffled cry came from inside. It was a woman. "Police, open up!"

"I-- I can't!" The answer came from the other side of the door-- in the attic. It was a kid, probably in his teens.

Leo tried the door. It was open. Not the smartest of people... he thought as he looked at his dog and opened the door. Kia snorted, as if thinking the same thing. Looking inside, Leo could see that no one was armed. There were two teenagers and an adult. A woman was tied to a chair was crying. Her clothes were torn off and she was bruised. A small line of blood trailed down the right side of her face from a cut on her forehead and from the corner of her lip. A body lay on the floor beside her. She was terrified, and it was obvious.

Leo gave Kia a "stay" command. "Wanna tell me what's goin' on in here?" Leo asked calmly. The teenagers were shaking. "Come on..." he coaxed.

"It-- It was an accident. No one was supposed to get hurt."

"Y-- Yeah, man. Don't throw us away!"

"Hey, hey, all you have to do is come down here and take a little ride with some of my friends. They'll take you to the station so that you can call your parents, and we'll clear this up."

Leo stepped aside letting the teenagers run out of the attic. He told Kia to stay once more. They had it coming to them down there. Still, confused and scared, they ran out, leaving Leo with the adult and the woman. The teens screamed as they ran into the others downstairs.

The man staggered about, obviously drunk, probably high, and not caring at all about what was going on. Beside him was a bag. Drugs most likely. He moved toward the woman on the chair and Leo drew his gun. The man pulled out his own and shot. Luckily, he was probably seeing doubles, and shot too high. Leo, though trained to go for the knees, shot at the man's hand instead. He threw the gun in pain and fury, and staggered and fell. Kia ran up to him, growling in his face, and probably spitting, too. The man didn't dare move.

Cortez, Mark, and Rick ran up. They saw the man on the floor, holding his hand and staring at the growling dog coming down on him. Mark and Rick pulled him up and handcuffed him, carrying him back downstairs. Cortez radioed for a gurney for the body. Leo called Kia to his side.

Leo knelt on the floor by the woman. The only clothes she had on was a bra that was unhooked and sliding down her arms, and a pair of panties that were slid down to her legs. She was crying uncontrollably.

Leo untied her and pulled her up. He wasn't wearing his coat, but his police jacket. The woman sat back on the chair as Leo went across the room to where Cortez and two firemen were puling the dead body onto the gurney. Leo took Cortez's coat, which was longer than his K-9 one and realized the coat was his.

"Thief," Leo said.

"Hey, don't go pointing fingers," Cortez countered. He helped lift the body onto the gurney and wheeled it out with the firemen.

Leo went back to the woman. He pulled her up again and wrapped the coat around her shoulders. She leaned against him, cold, trembling, and crying. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders to steady her, Leo walked with the woman downstairs and outside, Kia on his other side.

People were coming out of their houses, frightened and confused. A couple of officers asked Leo if he needed help, but he had it. He helped the scared woman across the street to his SUV and opened the back door where the two kennels were. Kia sat and stayed where she was, though Leo hadn't given her a command.

The woman, wrapped in only a coat that reached her knees, was still trembling. Leo made sure she was sitting on the tailgate and went around to the other side of the car. He opened the passenger door and pulled out two blankets. He brought them back to the woman, wrapping one around her shoulders, and the other she held up to her chest and stomach.

Leo was about to go to the houses to push the people back inside when the woman grabbed his arm. "Please-- don't go."

Leo stared at her for a moment. She was too scared to leave. "...Okay..." He called from the driver's seat in his car for officers to get the people back into their houses, and three came.

Leo turned back to the woman. Terrified and insecure, she fell into his arms. Not wanting to force her back across the street and into a police car, Leo pulled her up and around to the passenger seat of the SUV. He quickly put Kia in the kennel in the back and closed the door. Getting into the driver's seat, Leo radioed to note that he was taking her back to his place. He would bring her in to the station the next day. A call came back that it was okay to do so.

Leo was known for taking victims and witnesses back to his home to care for them overnight and let them calm down. When that happened in the past, Piper would always lend a helping hand, and Melinda would be occupied in her room, usually with Piper, or coloring.

"I have to go back to the station first," Leo said.

"Why...?" the voice asked quietly. The woman had stopped sobbing a lot, and now silent tears streamed down her face. She was still trembling, too.

"I have to drop the dog off. But you're not going there. You're coming back with me."

"...Why-- Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's my job. I help people, and right now, I think you need some help." Leo pulled into the back of the precinct. He unloaded Kia and put her away. She went into her kennel with a treat. Leo hung up her vest and leash and got back into the SUV. "We'll be there in a few minuets, and you can tell me what happened."

The woman nodded weakly.

As Leo had said, they were at his house in a few minuets. Thankfully, Prue and Phoebe hadn't brought Melinda over. Leo brought the woman out and helped her to the door. He helped her inside, closing the door behind him.

He brought the woman to the living room and sat her on the couch. She still only had the coat, and had discarded the blankets in the car. She nearly fell asleep on the couch the second she hit it.

"Hang on, okay? I'll get some clothes for you."

Leo left her, though she didn't seem to notice. She looked to be Piper's size, so Leo got her some of Piper's clothes. He came back out with a pair of jeans and a long t-shirt. That was all she needed.

The woman, with Leo's help, moved slowly toward the back room, where she could get dressed. A few minuets later, Leo could hear her moving around the room. He realized it was Melinda's room that she was in, and went down the hall and into the room.

The woman was moving slowly about the room, looking at pictures. She looked much calmer, but was trembling a little still. She looked at a picture of Melinda, Prue, and Phoebe and smiled a little.

"She's beautiful... Your daughter?"

"Yes."

"And... Your wife?" She gestured vaguely around Prue and Phoebe's faces in the picture.

"Her sisters."

"Oh..." The woman moved about the room a little more, coming across a picture of Piper, Leo, and Melinda. "Then... this." She held up the picture from across the room for Leo to see.

"Yeah." Leo smiled a little and nodded, sighing.

"They're not home?"

"No. My daughter lives with her aunt, and uh... Haven't seen my wife in a while."

The woman set the picture down and looked at Leo. "Divorce...? Business trip...?"

She wasn't technically being nosy, just wanting to know who was in the house, which was fair, considering she didn't know Leo. A lot of people asked questions, and usually Leo was okay with answering them. But this was a different question. Leo sighed. "...Uh, no. She's uh... She's missing."

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push."

"No, it's... okay." It wasn't okay. "...Come on, explain what happened."

The woman followed Leo out, the painful memory that had been pushed out of her head for a brief moment coming back, and with it the tears. She sat across from him on a couch in the living room.

"I was uh... coming upstairs... And these four guys were going through my house. They uh..." She sobbed and didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. "And beat me and... God it was so scary..." She was crying again now. "And they took me upstairs and tied me to a chair. They got into this fight over some drugs. I guess they had been in my house before, since they were talking about where... Where they hid them a few weeks ago... They started fighting and one guy got shot. Oh, God I was so scared..."

"You'll have to talk to some investigators tomorrow, okay?"

"...I think I can..."

"Good. ...But that's tomorrow... Here, I'll show you a room." Leo helped the woman up and down the hall to his room.

"This looks like your room. ...Where are you going to sleep?"

"I don't think I'll sleep much tonight. But you should."

The woman smiled. "Thanks."

"Sure. ...And by the way, what's your name?"

"Melissa. Melissa Crane."

"Leo Wyatt."

"Thanks again."

"Anytime."

The next day, Leo took Melissa back to the station. She was questioned, and Leo told what he knew. The teenagers and adult were questioned, too.

"I got the one on the left," Leo said from behind the one-way glass. He and Adam were standing there, watching the teens together.

"Not fair," Adam said. That was the teen he wanted. They always made a game with the teenagers. Frightened them a little. Play good cop, bad cop.

"Not again, you two. Come on..." Cortez said, coming up to Leo and Adam. "Try Paper, Rock, Scissors."

Leo and Adam played Paper, Rock, Scissors, and Leo got the younger kid. He was fifteen, the other seventeen.

"Ha."

"Yeah, yeah. You want coffee or water?"

"Uh..." Leo looked through the one-way glass to the fifteen-year-old, shivering in the interrogation room. "Both."

The trick was to play nice with the kids and give them lots of coffee and water. After a few hours, they'd have to go to the bathroom. But they'd keep taking the drinks from fear. Soon, they'd really have to go. They wouldn't be let out until they cracked, though. It always worked, and sometimes they needed a janitor, but only on certain occasions.

It worked this time, too. The kids' stories matched to each other's as well as Melissa's. The shady man who didn't talk much went to Officer Corday, and spilled like a baby. Corday was known for her attitude toward criminals. No one had ever gotten through her interrogations without watching their step around her afterward. The teens and man were sent to the custody of their lawyers, and Melissa, still shaken up, went home. She would be in therapy with a group from the hospital.

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A/N: Okay, if I didn't follow exact police procedure in a 911 call, then forgive me, I've never been part of one, if you don't count the time all these police cars and fire trucks came and blocked my driveway looking for my neighbors... But I kinda made up stuff. I figure only certain special officers are allowed to bring a victim home, and since I'm writing this, Leo is now one of those special officers.

(Okay, he didn't shoot anything good, but he shot a guy. And he shoots another guy better than that, too, so the hand thing was just a taste.)