My second part of my story is and about. I finally got it proofread and hopefully sometime next weekend I can post my third part (I have finals next week > )! Enjoy!
P.S. I do not own the characters except the characters I made up (especially Amy) so you can't have those. The original characters belong to Dick Wolf who is rich and famous and is in bliss right now. sighs
2675 House Number 89
Forest Hills, Queens
Saturday July 23rd, 2005
"Nice place," said Benson, stepping out from Stabler's car.
Benson and Stabler were the first to arrive at the place where Cragen told his whole squad to meet him. It was a one-story house with a fenced-in front and back yard. It even had a driveway.
In the drive way were two cars. One obviously was Cragen's, but the other car was not recognizable until the twosome saw the license plate on the back. It belonged to the government.
"Huang," Benson and Stabler said in unison.
Dr. George Huang, the forensics' psychologist that helped them on cases, was here alright. They could tell not only from the license plate, but what kind of car he drove too.
"So that's how Cragen got this place," said Stabler, "He asked Huang for a favor. Talk about going through the right channels."
While still gawking at the house, Munch, Amy, and Fin pulled up in Fin's car. They got out and looked at the house.
"Nice place, so the drive over here was worth it after all," said Fin, looking at the house.
Stabler noticed Munch's hand was wrapped in white bandage.
"What the hell happen to your hand?" he asked.
"Oh, this?" Munch held up for everyone to see. "I cut myself."
"Sure you did," said Fin.
"Well that's all I'm saying," Munch replied, "So what are we standing here for? Are we lawn gnomes or are we going to go inside?"
Inside the furnished house, it was very nice. The hallway from the front door led to living room on the right, the kitchen and dining room to the left, and if you continued down the hallway, it led to the master bedroom at the end and another spare room on the left. There was a bathroom right across from this room and the master bedroom had one too. Also in the master bedroom was the door where it lead to the backyard, and that was where Cragen and Huang were talking.
"So this is all you could get?" Cragen was asking Huang as the others eavesdrop.
"Well, for right now, yeah. At least I had someone who owed me a favor. Believe me, if it hadn't been for that person, you wouldn't have any place nicer than this," he said.
"All I know is that this is going to be fun. Living with my entire squad for a week or more, who would've thought it?"
"HELLO!" shouted Amy as she slid the door open.
"WHOA! Oh it's you. Don't you scare me like that," said Cragen steadying himself on the deck rail. "I don't think you've met Amy before, doc. This is Amy and she is new to our squad."
"How do you do? My name is George Huang. I'm an FBI forensics' psychologist," said Huang, extending his hand.
"I'm Detective Amy and I work for Cragen," Amy said grasping his hand.
"So Cap, why the hell you asked us to meet you out here?" said Stabler.
"Undercover operation," he replied.
"Could've guess that much," muttered Fin
"The equipment is in the garage," Cragen said as he pointed to the small white building in the upper hand right corner of the yard, "Fin, talk to Huang about who should go out in the field."
So they went back inside into the living room and sat on the available sofa, chairs, and floor. Fin looked at everyone sizing them up. He had been on many undercover operations before so Cragen always asked for his advice when it came to these things.
Fin made up his mind and then whispered to Huang ("Professionals talking," muttered Stabler to Benson who snickered), who nodded, then turn Cragen.
"How do you want to do this?" Huang asked.
"Whatever you guys think is the best," came his reply.
More whispering, then they announced their decisions.
"Elliot you'll be the demanding father who trains his daughter everyday," said Huang.
"Okay, that's fine. Who's my daughter?" asked Stabler.
"Amy and she will hate the way you worship the sport and make her train everyday."
"Me!" Amy shouted, "I object!"
"You're not a lawyer in a court of law," said Munch.
"Just because I'm the shortest, youngest, and have the ability to pass off as a teenager, doesn't mean everyone tells me to disguise like one! This is discrimination against short people!"
"I'm short," said Huang.
"That's besides the point!"
"Calm down, Amy. It's not that bad," said Benson.
"Easy for you to say," and she settle back into the sofa.
So Stabler was the father and Amy was his daughter who hated to train with him. Munch and Fin would just be good Samaritans walking in the park (in case if anything happen, they would be there to give her back-up), and since Benson had been seen talking to the victim, she would be paired with Cragen in the surveillance van.
Huang left for the bureau around ten while Stabler clapped his hands announced that their training would begin. Cragen went outside to input a few things in the surveillance van.
"What training?" asked Benson.
"Not you guys, her," said Stabler and pointed to Amy.
"What! But I am in shape!" Amy cried.
"No, we're conditioning you for soccer practice."
"But I know how to play soccer. You just kick a damn ball around."
"Right. Let's go, get your training gear on. We're practicing."
She made an obscene gesture with her finger to him and went to go get dressed. The training Stabler had planned for her would be grueling. The temperature was near ninety again, and that was one of the reasons Amy did not want to go outside.
"Okay, run around the yard eight times without stopping," he said.
"You've got to be kidding me, El! Not in this heat," she complained.
"Either eight or sixteen laps, whichever you want to do is fine by me."
So the training began. It first started with eight laps around the yard, twenty push-ups in a minute, twenty crunches within a minute, and when she was stretching her arm and leg muscles, Stabler told her that what they did was the warm-up.
Then came the real stuff. Stabler would throw the ball to her and she would have to return it to him, kicking the soccer ball in a certain area of the fence, maneuvering with it around obstacles in a certain time limit, practicing foul shots, passing and scoring the ball without being cutoff by another player, it seemed to go on and on, considering the fact that if Amy did not get the exercise right the first time, she would have to repeat the exercise over and over until she did.
At noon, Stabler granted her a break. Amy crawled to the deck and to the table where Benson fixed her lunch; a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of lemonade. She accepted it warmly then went inside to take a nap on the couch once she was finished.
"I think you killed her El, she was knock-out when I checked on her," said Benson.
"My training can't be that bad," he said still working on his sandwich.
"Not from what we were seeing," said Munch and Fin nodded in agreement.
Shouts from the surveillance van made them look at it. Cragen was cursing loudly to no one in particular.
"What happened?" asked Fin.
"I deleted the location where you guys were supposed to be when we are undercover! Arrrgh!"
"I'll go help him," sighed Benson, "Make sure you clean up your mess."
"I almost feel guilty to wake her up," said Stabler.
Amy was fast asleep on the couch, completely oblivious to Stabler and Benson were looking at her.
"Well I'm not going to do it. You're the one that completely deprived her of energy," said Benson.
Stabler gently grabbed Amy's shoulder and began to shake her gently. In a flash Amy woke up, took her pillow and whacked him across the side of his face. Stabler looked at her while Benson gave her a puzzling look. Amy realized who she had hit.
"I'm sorry Elliot! I have this nasty habit that when I'm waken up by someone, I grab the nearest thing and whack who ever it is. I always think it's someone attacking me. Nasty habit of mine."
"I figured that much," he said, still recovering from the hit.
"I'm glad I didn't wake her up then," said Benson.
"So you always do this when something wakes you up?" asked Stabler.
"Yeah."
"May God have mercy on your alarm clock then," he said shaking his head and made his way to the backyard.
For the rest of the afternoon, Amy and Stabler did a repeat of the morning exercises. When the sun had set behind the house and the bugs were starting to become a menace, did they quit and retired into the house.
"You would think that this being owned by the FBI they would at least have satellite or digital cable," said Fin, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"It's because they're cheap," said Munch, reading the newspaper.
Amy entered the living room where they were both at. She collapsed on the couch. Munch put his newspaper down.
"You've looked better," he said.
"I'm hungry," Amy said.
Munch and Fin rolled their eyes.
"For once, can you not think about food?" asked Munch.
"Can't. My stomach does the talking when it's hungry."
"How about pizza, then?" said Fin, "Olivia and the Captain went to go and pick it up fifteen minutes ago."
"I don't care just as long as it's edible and it tastes good," she said.
"Do you want your book?" asked Munch.
"No, but thanks John. I'm too tired, I might miss something important," she said.
"It couldn't had been that bad," said Stabler emerging from the kitchen with a glass of water, "My daughter has been through worse training than what you've been through."
"Yeah but has she trained in this kind of heat?" she asked him.
"Well, no."
"Exactly. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower and I do not want to be bothered while doing so!"
Amy marched back to the master bedroom while the others talked.
"I have never seen her this worn out. Elliot, you need to chill out," said Fin.
"I'm telling you guys, I didn't push her that hard. What's the big deal?" Stabler asked as Munch and Fin gave him a look.
"The big deal is that it's hot and if you haven't notice, she hasn't been through that much training since her academy days. Take it easy, alright?" asked Munch.
"Fine, I guess I will then."
Munch went back to reading his paper, Fin started to surf through the channels again, and Stabler just sat on the couch, lost in thought.
Time and again, some case would always remind him of the safety of his children. In this case, his daughter, Liz, reminded him of the soccer classes she had took when she was little, and now that she was on the school team, he had wondered about it even more since Benson told him about the case.
Amy came out dressed in a shirt and jeans and sat on the floor playing solitaire with a pack of cards she had brought. She was starting to play the game when Benson and Cragen walked in the pizza.
"PIZZA!" cried Benson and Cragen as they walk through the door.
"YES!" shouted Amy and jumped up before the three men could stop her.
"HEY!" they shouted, "Get back here!"
Shouting from down the hall woke up Cragen. He was sleeping on the couch while the others were deciding which room to sleep in. By the look of things, the situation of who was going to get the master bedroom for the time of the undercover operation was not going too well.
"LADIES FIRST!" shouted Amy.
"NO YOU AND BENSON ARE GOING TO BE SLEEPING TOGETHER. YOU'RE THE SMALLEST GROUP! ALL THREE OF US SHOULD GET THIS ROOM!" shouted Fin.
"COME ON, LET ME THROUGH! MY STUFF IS IN THERE!" cried Benson.
Stabler and Munch were standing in front of the master bedroom doorway.
"No need shout," said Munch, "We'll let you get your stuff just as long as you don't steal the room."
She pushed through them, but they wouldn't budge.
"THERE IS NO WAY YOU'RE GOING IN THERE!" Munch and Stabler roared, as they braced themselves by grabbing the door frame as she tried to push through them.
"MOVE!" cried Benson and Amy as they tried to push through them.
"NO!" the three men replied.
"ALL RIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Cragen shouted.
They all looked at Cragen.
"Oh…" began Fin.
"S," said Stabler.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER WHEN IT'S ELEVEN O' CLOCK AT NIGHT! EVER HEARD OF DISTURBING THE PEACE!" yelled Cragen.
"Well…um…no?" said Munch.
"Then what in God's name are you guys fighting about?"
They all looked at each other for a moment, and then all of them at once began to explain to their captain.
"They were trying to steal this room," began Benson.
"If Olivia and Amy are sleeping together, then they should get the smallest room," said Stabler.
"Ever heard of being gentlemen when it comes to these matters?" growled Amy.
"Ever heard of sharing and common sense?" retorted Fin.
"The last thing…"
"SHUT UP!" roared Cragen.
They all fell silent again.
"Okay," he said looking at their faces, "There is one way to settle this. Who has a coin on them?"
"A COIN TOSS!" they all yelled.
"Yes, a coin toss," he said to them.
"Captain, if I may," began Munch, "A coin toss would not be fair considering the probability that the outcome of the coin toss would land on heads."
"And your point is?" asked Cragen with an annoyed tone in his voice.
"If the ladies here get heads, then it would be unfair since the heads side of the coin tends to way a little more than the tails side."
"Then you can have your fing heads side!" roared Amy.
"Good then, you might as well start moving your bags into the smaller room," said Fin, raising his voice.
"ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU! NOW WHO HAS A FING COIN?"
"Cap…" began Munch.
"DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!"
There were mumbled replies of "no" from everyone. Munch dug in his pant pocket and found a quarter.
"Give us luck, George," he muttered.
"So the ladies do not object that the men have the heads side?" asked Cragen.
"No," replied Benson and Amy.
Cragen flipped the coin in the air, caught it, the flipped it on the backside of his left hand. He took a sneak peek at it before showing them.
"Tails," he said.
The ladies cheered for joy while the three men grabbed their bags from the room and moved down the hall without a word. The only thing they heard was a slam from their door shutting.
"I don't think that they're taking this too well," said Amy, "Perhaps we should let them have this room."
"And waste all the trouble that it took me to prevent you guys from killing each other over a stupid room? I don't think so. They'll get over it," said Cragen and he went back to the living room to sleep on the sofa.
"You know at least one good thing came out of this," said Benson as she walked into the room.
"What?" asked Amy.
"You know how the guest bathroom is across from there room, right?"
"Yeah."
"I won't have to worry about them (she pointed her finger down the hall) about one of them, especially Munch, opening this door a little every time I come out of the shower and they try to get a good look at my ass."
They both cracked up laughing.