Authors Notes: Yeah I gave you three ch. at once, and even though they're ready, I want to leave you in suspense for awhile. HE HE HE. And I apoligize if the breaks in the last chapters weren't very clear. Its been a LONG time since I posted a story here, and I'm still adjusting on how to make it easier to read. Concequently, that made ch. 2 kinda hard to understand. I'll fix it later!

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Munch's had was shaking so bad that he dare not pick up the cup in front of him for fear of giving himself away. After they had finished eating, they sat there in silence for nearly 10 minutes waiting for Stabler and Benson. It was unusal for them. Normally Fin and Munch never shut up - usually trading insults. It was how they showed they cared. John knew why he wasn't talking. He felt like if he opened his mouth, his breakfast would come up instead. He was sitting there, willing his goof to digest when they arrived.

"We've got it - 42nd street - apartment 201," announced Stabler.

The hair on the back of Munch's neck stood up. "201 - are you sure? Not two-one-zero, but two-zero-one!"

Benson was the first to reply "Yeah John, two-zero-one. You have some secret info that we don't know?"

"No, no! I just want to be absolutely certain that mistakes don't happen. I'm the primary-remember? I'm the primary and I'm going in first!" He wasn't going to let any more detectives in his squad get shot - if someone was going down it'd be him and only him.

"Calm down John," said Fin "We know the drill, we ain't no rookies."

"Fine, let's do this then." Determined, Munch stood up and walked out, leaving the three confused detectives behind.

They were suited up and ready to go, but it didn't reassure Munch in the lease. Last time they wore vests - they were suppose to be safe. Too bad there are no guarantees in life.

Slowly the 4 detectives and 2 Uniforms crept up the stairs. Ahead of the pack, Munch thanked whatever God was watching them that apt. 201 was away from the stairwell. Still, there was always the chance for bullets to start flying. He was just sure that around any corner awaited certain death.

At the door the 6 positioned themselves - when each had given Munch the go ahead nod, he began. "Brian Bosco - open up - this is the police!"

Behind the door Munch could hear movement, his temples tensed slightly.

"Brian Bosco - give yourself up now or we're coming in!"

When he was satisfied that this guy wasn't coming quietly, he gave the signal and one of the uniforms batted the door down. Munch inhaled what he hoped wasn't his last breath and stormed through the door. But he wasn't prepared for what he found. There to his right, trying to open and climb out a window was Bosco.

"Don't even think about it," yelled Benson, as her and Stabler ran passed Munch and wressled him to the ground.

To his left, on the floor crying was another young boy - his shirt off, his shorts torn. Slightly out of character, Munch holstered his gun and ran to comfort the crying boy. Sometime during this movement, he let go of his own fears. Nobody he knew was getting shot today. He held the small child and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey Munch!" Fin held up a small, tan, beaded belt for his partner to see. "Find the belt, find the perp!"