First of all thank you to all those who read my story! A special thanks to Lanie S. for the awesome comment. Thank you for calling it your favorite story and of course I will continue! And another special thanks to Stahlfan125, once again reviewing my story! Also, if you havent checked out her story Just Another Castaway readers, you should because it is one of my personal favorites. Also when I finish this story which wont be for a while, I will write another one only it will be in Law and Order: SVU. So when I'm done please check it out. Okay now here's the story.

27TH PRECINCT

Hannah walked quickly into work that morning. Her hair was unusally messy and her hands were jittering. About an hour before mass had just finished, which wasn't bad until she had to shake hands. With her luck she had to shake hands with an overweight 8 year old boy, who just sneezed and had mucus all over himself and hands. It made her gag aloud and his parents stared at her, so he shook his hand. After mass she rushed to the bathroom and cleaned her hands thoroughly. She then rushed to a diner and got a cup of coffee. It turned out to be a very strong cup of coffee and dirty, but she washed it down and ran 15 blocks to work. I guess she doesn't live that close to work, huh? When she got outside the precinct, she noticed her motorcycle was still there, which was pretty odd that it wasn't stolen. But I guess when it is parked in front of a police precinct no one would want to go near the thing. When she arrived at her desk she noticed Van Buren was standing there. Uh-oh, this would be the part when she would get fired for not keeping an eye out for a very drunk colleague, whom she was supposed to look over, as part as her job describtion. She then took in a long deep breath, exhaled, and walked over to her desk.

"I'm so sorry Luietenant about la-" she started all choked up from assuming that she was about to be fired.

"What are you so sorry about? I just came to greet you this morning. Remember you have a big case to work on today with the guys. Now, what are you so sorry about?" she asked obviously bewildered by Hannah's glassy eyes and messy hair. Hannah stood there feeling like such a dumbass. Well, you know what they say "When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me!"

"Umm... nothing, nothing. I just uhh, it's nothing thats all!" Hannah exsasperated, dumbfounded by her own stupidy.

"Doesn't sound like it, but I'll drop it. Lennie and Mike are right over there." she pointed to the watercooler in the far corner. She smiled sweetly but then it changed to a shocked look.

"Your hair! What you do to it?" she said in between laughing. Hannah grabbed her "handy-dandy" pocket mirror out of her bag and gazed at her messy hair. Hannah started laughing at herself, and grabbed a brush out of her bag and combed her wild, golden-blonde hair.

"I guess I just rushed this morning." Hannah said. A sound of relief washed over her voice when she said this. Anita waved goodbye to her, and Hannah quickly walked over to her partners.

"Hey guys, how's everything?" she asked smiling.

"I'm fine but Mike, here, is a diffrent story." said Lennie patting Mike on the back. Hannah switched her gaze to Mike. He looked like a mess, his hair was messy and had dark circles around his eyes. He kept rubbing his forehead. Mike then stopped rubbing his head and looked at Hannah.

"Johnson said you called me a bitch last night. Is this true?" he asked. His voice sounded raw and raspy. And his breath reaked of alcohol. Lennie started laughing because he didn't believe that Hannah would say that.

"No you got mixed up. I said I hope your hangover isn't a bitch to you in the morning." she stated. Mike then covered his ears in anguish.

"Not so loud O'Brien!" he cried out still covering his ears.

"Sorry, I hope you feel better." Hannah said hushing her voice to a whisper. Mike just nodded and drank a cup of water. Hannah then looked at her friend, Lennie.

"Did the rape-check come back yet?" she asked changing the subject to work. Lennie grabbed a piece of paper beside him and read it quickly.

"Yes, and it came back positive. So now we have to nail the bastard who would do this." Lennie said odviously not thrilled they were looking for a rapist.

"Shouldn't this go to SVU?" Mike asked, trying to get out of work. All he wanted to do was go home, lye in bed, and take an asprin.

"Luckily for us Van Buren said SVU has a big case on their hands right now. So the last thing they need is another case." Lennie said, still pissed about the case they were dealing with.

"Well, what are we waiting for, lets investigate! Is officer Branson married?" Hannah asked, showing she was more enthusiastic about this case then her partners were. Lennie then put down the paper and picked up a file that was next to the paper.

"No, so lets interview her parents, they live in Queens. 26 Jefferson Avenue to be exact." Lennie said. Hannah smiled like she was a little girl in a candy shop. She couldn't wait to get started.

"Alright, lets shove off." Mike said sarcasticly grabbing his coat and then exited the room. Hannah and Lennie left the room together. Before they got outside, Lennie pointed out her motorcycle.

"I see your gizmoe is unharmed." Lennie said smiling. Hannah smiled back, laughing just a little bit.

"Yup you were right, but remind me to bring it home this time." she said, and Lennie nodded.

26 JEFFERSON AVE. BRANSON RESIDENCE.

The three detectives walked up to the house. It was Victorian styled, painted white with blue shutters, gray shingles, and a blue door. Mike then slowly knocked on the door. He hated telling relitives that a family member just died. Especially when it is an officer, maybe he could get O'Brein to do it. You know, just to see how should could handle the situation at hand. Mike then leaned over to Hannah.

"I was wondering, do you want to give the parents the bad news?" Mike said, anticipating that she would say yes. Hannah sighed, but she knew if she was going to be a good detective, she had to do this.

"Yeah sure." she whispered to him. Mike sighed as a sign of relief. He didn't say thank you, but she knew when he sighed that he said thank you. Just then, an elderly man about in his early 60's answered the door. He had white hair (barley any of it), and a short white beard.

"Can I help you three?" he asked opening the door. Hannah swallowed hard.

"Yes I'm Detective O'Brien, these are my partners Detective Brisco and Logan. May we come in and speak to you and your wife?" Hannah asked holding out her arm for him to shake. Mr. Branson nodded.

"Of couse, come in." he said letting the detectives in. Hannah got a warm fuzzy feeling about the place. Just as she was soaking in the atmosphere of the home, Mike tapped on her shoulder.

"You did a great job back there. Just seem a little more sympathetic when you tell them." he said. Hannah nodded and followed Mr. Branson into the living room where Mrs. Branson was. She then turned around to see if her partners were ther. Sure enough, Lennie and Mike were ther standing by the couch. Mike saw her looking so he mouthed "thank you" her. It made her blush and smile to know he said those words to her.

"Frank what is this all about?" the elderly woman on the couch asked. Like Mr. Branson, she was about in her early 60's. She had curly white hair and wore big thick glasses. She looked very worried when she saw Lennie, Mike, and Hannah in the room.

"Beats me, Justine." replied Mr. Branson. He then turned his attention to Hannah. He put on a puzzled face waiting for Hannah to reply. She swallowed hard once again.

"We came here to tell you about your daughter." Hannah said staring at the elderly couple, who now were both seated on the couch.

"What is the matter with our Holly?" Mr. Branson asked as his voice grew with worry. Hannah closed her eyes and sighed.

"I'm afraid that Holly was raped two nights ago. She was then stabbed several times." she said sympathetically. Mrs. Branson buried her face in her husbands chest and started sobbing.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I can't imagine what it is like." she said staring at the floor, uncomfortablly. Mr. Branson looked up at her and smiled warmly, but his eyes were glassy.

"It's not your fault, just find out who killed Holly." he said and tears started coming down from his eyes. Mike sensed that this was way too much for Hannah right now, so he took over.

"We were wondering, does Holly have an enemies." Mike asked standing next to Hannah. But Hannah then walked over to Lennie. Lennie then patted her on her shoulder. Mr. Branson then let out a bitter laugh that startled her.

"Of course, she was a cop!" he said coldly and then hugged his wife. Mike continued.

"Do you know any of them personally?" Mike asked. Mr. Branson looked up at Mike.

"No we never met any of the people we arreseted. You might want to check with her Precinct though. It's Precinct 17 on Drake Drive, in New York City. You can't miss it." he replied. Lennie wrote this down and walked over to Mr. and Mrs. Branson.

"Thank you for all your help. When we have an update we'll stop by." Lennie said, Mr. Branson nodded. Then the three left the Branson's home and got into Lennie's car. Next stop: Precinct 17.

TBC
Once again, thank you for the reviews. Don't worry people, Mike and Hannah will be together soon. These things take time, she already has a crush on him. Thats why she blushed when he mouthed "thankyou." Also, thankyou EraEllis for the comment. I'm glad you like it! Umm... if you want to make a request for a story ask anybody who is finishing up a story. I did that once, but the person never did it so I started this story. Sorry i can't be more helpful. Anyway please review and continue reading!