Thanks for R&R krazypirategurl! I'm glad you like the story!

I posted this because the rest of this 4-day week for me is going to be pure hell and I needed to calm my nerves.I've got finals and I hate finals! So, I must go back to studying. Enjoy!

P.S. I don't own the characters Dick Wolf created. But I do own Amy and all the characters I make up so you can't have them!

Central Park

Saturday July 30th, 2005

"Come on ladies! You can do better than that! Hustle hustle hustle!"

Malthus was making the team run around the field after a very poor practice. Amy ran up to Tara who was in a bad mood.

"What's got into you all of a sudden?" Tara huffed, "You never have acted like that before."

The plan was indeed working. Amy had taken a leaf out of Munch's book and was acting a like a smart ass every time Malthus told them they could do better at something whether kicking a ball to a teammate or into a goal. The result for her being a smart ass was the team had to run four laps around the field.

At last they stopped. Everyone on the team was giving Amy dirty looks when out of nowhere, Tara pushed down onto the ground and began to beat her up.

"SON…OF…A…BITCH!" Tara roared as she literally beat the crap out of Amy.

"Get the f off of me!" Amy yelled and tried to kick her off.

Members of the team ran to pull Tara off of Amy. They held Tara back as Amy got up with a heavy nosebleed and a black eye.

"Goddamn, you can hit," said Amy wiping her nose on her shirt.

"Fing son of a bitch. You think you're better than me at this game? Do you? ANSWER ME!" yelled Tara as the team held her back.

"No, I don't," Amy replied.

Back in the surveillance van, Benson and Cragen had watched the whole thing. However, Tara had punched the headband that Amy was wearing, so the scene ended as a fist was approaching it.

"I think she's having a breakdown," said Cragen.

"Really, I was under the impression that she was really pist off at Amy for making her run," said Munch over the mike.

"This kid needs some serious help otherwise she's going to loose it again," said Benson, "I wish she would come forward to confirm her statement."

"Man, and I thought the fight I had with Munch was bad. But then again, catfights between women are more violent than men's fights," said Fin.

"May I ask why?"

"Well Liv, women are dangerous with these two items; flip-flops or high heels, and handbags."

Stabler laughed. "Sounds like Fin was wild with the ladies in his day."

Benson rolled her eyes.

"Goddamn," said Amy, "I hadn't been beat up like that in a long time. I landed pretty hard because my leg hurts like hell. I'm gonna go to the ladies room to clean up."

No one responded. She shrugged and disappeared in the group of girls and made her way to the girls' locker room.

"If they got the message, then fine. If they didn't respond, that meant they were still discussing about Fin and his way with the ladies," she thought to herself. "Right now, my leg, head, and everything else on my body hurts!"

Stabler lost sight of her as she went to the lockers.

"Hey guys, I don't mean to ask this, but where's Amy? I think I lost her," he asked as he looked around the field.

"What do you mean you lost her? You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her!" exclaimed Munch.

"So are you John. Did she say she where she was going?"

"No she didn't El," said Benson.

Stabler scanned around the field and notice that one extra car was still there, but Malthus was nowhere to be found.

"Where the hell is Malthus?" he said aloud to no one in particular.

"Guys, I think that fight with Tara might have destroyed the equipment on her," said Benson, typing away on the computer, "The computer is not picking up a signal from the mike or camera."

"So whatever she said to us…" began Cragen.

"We couldn't hear it," finished Fin.

The thought of "OH S!" ran through everyone's mind.

"F this," said Amy, sitting on the cement bench.

She had a paper towel to her nose and was taking a wet one around the scratches her face and leg.

"Damn!" she said again as she brushed against the scratch on her leg, "What the hell is this?"

She pulled out what look like a splinter of wood. However, the top end was rounded and the bottom end was pointed. She looked at it for a while before dropping it and continued to clean up her injuries.

Stabler, Munch, and Fin were looking for Amy and trying find Malthus at the same time. The result was the threesome arguing.

"Damn it El! You shouldn't have loose sight of her," said Fin as he searched for her from the hill.

"Not my fault! She's too damn short so anyone could loose sight of her!" he snapped.

"Amy, please come in! Tell us where you are," said Munch pleadingly, walking around, looking for anyone that resembled her.

Benson and Cragen were working fiercely to try and fix Amy's communication link to them.

"Damn it, no!" said Benson, as she tried again to reach her. "Captain, how are you doing?"

"I'm trying but I'm not getting anything," he said looking at the screen.

"We're sure that the camera doesn't work anymore?"

"Positive."

"Damn it, please let the mike work. Please work."

No one saw Malthus as he slipped into the girl's locker room. Fortunately for Amy, she heard the door creak and she stopped what she was doing. She was straining to hear, but could only make out the sounds of shuffling feet and what seemed like panting.

"Get down and hide in the stalls," said her intuition.

She went to get up from her seat, but a sharp pain rose from her leg that was damaged from the fight. She cried out and fell.

"Why can't I move!" she thought to herself.

She looked down at her leg and saw that it was swollen, but looked up when a shadow fell across her.

"Guys, now would be a good time to help me out!" she said to her mike.

No response.

"Guys! Hello! I NEED HELP!"

"This is all your fault," yelled Munch as began to jog looking at the crowds of people.

"I was watching her for one minute and then she disappeared. It's not my fault!" yelled Stabler.

"El, I'm sure we would all have made the same mistake! You didn't know the fight and the chaos that followed it was going to happen, but we need to focus on the objective here!" said Cragen warily, "Fighting is not going to solve any…"

"Cap! Cap! I've got something!" cried Benson

She had been furiously working at the computer for fifteen minutes.

"It's a bit garbled so listen."

She turned up the sound.

"Why…would…to…out…guys…HELP!"

The last word nearly blew out the ears of the Benson and Cragen. They regained their composure quickly and Benson traced the signal.

"The girls' locker room, not to far from the field. She's there Capt!"

"Go guys, go! She's in the girls' locker room," said Cragen.

The three men took off into the direction of the girls' bathroom.

"Get away from me," said Amy as she slid herself back away from Malthus.

"Come now, why would I want to do that?" he asked sinisterly.

Amy pushed herself against the wall. She was now trapped. Her heart raced as he came closer and closer, until he made his move. He made a lunge for her.

"Yaahhhh ahhh!" cried someone from his left side.

"What the…" he began.

Tara tackled him to the ground and began to beat Malthus. She kept punching him over and over like she did to Amy.

"Do…you…honestly…think…that…you'll…get…away…this…time…with…what…you…did…to…me…by…doing…it…to…her! TAKE…THIS…AND…THIS…AND…"

Stabler and Fin kicked the door opened.

"NOBODY MOVE!" shouted Stabler, "THIS IS THE POLICE!"

The three men walked into the room. Tara was still punching Malthus when Stabler pulled her off.

"Come on honey," he said.

"That son of a bitch raped me, like he was going to rape her! He deserved what he got."

"Tara…"

"Let me go!"

Munch ran over to Amy.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My leg hurts so much. I can't move it. It's swollen…and I…don't…know…"

"Baby girl, you stay with us," said Fin taking her hand.

"Someone call a bus!" cried Munch.

"Already on it," came Benson's voice.

Stabler was still struggling with Tara, when he noticed Malthus began to get up.

"Guys! Malthus is getting up! I got my hands tied at the moment."

Fin was on his feet and grabbed Malthus by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the lockers.

"Sit the f down," he said as he put handcuffs on him.

"That hurt!" cried Malthus.

"Believe me, you're in for another world of hurt when one of us gets you alone in an interrogation," Fin snarled as he led him out of the locker rooms.

"Amy, come on stay with me," said Munch pleadingly, "Don't you die on me yet."

The last thing Amy would remember hearing were sirens, her uncle's voice, and somebody yelling. Then everything faded to black and she lost consciousness completely.

Bellevue hospital

"John, sit down," said Benson soothingly.

Munch had been pacing back and forth. Amy had lost consciousness just as the ambulance arrived. The paramedics had struggled to keep her alive all the way to Bellevue. Munch, accompanied by Benson, had ridden with her. As soon as they arrived, Amy was rushed into the ER.

"No, I'm fine," he said still pacing.

"John, sit down please."

He looked at her then sat down next to her.

"Why don't these doctors say anything?" he asked her.

"John they would've told us something by now if something went wrong. Relax," she said.

"Well, they should at least update us on her condition every now and then."

He began to drum his fingers on the armrest. Benson could not understand why he was acting this way unless…

"Is he in love with her!" she thought.

The thought itself was disturbing. There had to be at least a 30-40 year age span between them, but then again anything was possible with Munch. Fearing she would not sleep well until she answered her question, she asked him.

"John, I have a question."

"What Olivia?" he said absentmindedly.

"Are you…um…this is not easy for me to say, but are you…"

"Spit it out already!"

"Well are you in love with her?"

"With who?"

"Amy! Who else would I talk about?"

Munch's face contorted into a mixture of disgust, shock, and horror.

"Uh…yes…I mean no. No! Haven't you notice that there's a major age difference between us? Besides, she isn't looking for a boyfriend!"

"Well you've been acting really strangely since she joined," pointed out Benson.

"Damn," Munch thought, "Got to think of something to get her off my back before Amy finds out and I send her into cardiac arrest again…"

He trailed off from the thought.

"Look," he said, "I am by no means having a relationship with her. She just reminds me of someone from Baltimore, that's all. Same personality, same wit, same 'Knock it off with the conspiracy, John'…"

Benson smiled at this.

"Besides the rats would have her badge and mine hanging up above the mantle on their fire place if they thought we were having a relationship. We both like what we do and I doubt we would risk our jobs by having one."

"So you're not having a relationship?" asked Benson.

"Would I lie to you, Olivia?"

"No, you wouldn't."

Munch began to drum his fingers on the armrest absentmindedly again. Benson was looking around when Stabler, Fin, and Cragen walked off the elevator.

"How is she?" asked Cragen.

Benson shook her head. "Nothing yet."

"Damn it!" roared Stabler, "If I only would've…"

"Don't blame yourself," said Cragen and he put a hand on Stabler's shoulder.

The doctor walked out of the ER to where they were standing. As soon as Munch saw him, he stood up quickly.

"How is she?" he asked.

"She'll be just fine. She's resting now, but what she went through, well it kind of put her whole body in shock. She'll need some time off."

"What happen?" asked Benson.

"She had an allergic reaction."

The squad looked at him.

"I take it you didn't know about this," said the doctor.

"What made you think that?" asked Munch.

"So you have no idea what she is allergic to?"

"That'd make two of us," said Cragen, "Can you do some testing?"

"One step ahead of you. Granted it is going to be a really quick test, but it will at least give us an idea what she is allergic to. I already got a sample of blood from her wound area on her leg and sent it to our lab. Results should be back in a couple of hours. In the meantime, she is to take a mandatory leave from work for about five to seven days. The kind of allergic reaction she had nearly sent her into cardiac arrest. Whatever it was could have killed her, so that's why I'm putting a rush on the test results. I would like to keep her overnight just to monitor her."

"That's fine. Can we see her?"

"Here in a minute. The nurses are setting up her room for the night."

"What the hell are you doing!" cried Amy.

"Ma'am, we need to put an ivy in you for the night."

"Screw that! You ain't sticking no needles in me. I'm checking myself out!"

"Ma'am the doctor would like to keep you over for the night."

"The doc can stay the night if he wants to. As for me, I'm leaving."

"Ma'am…"

Munch entered the room and saw the problem immediately. "Nurse, you best get out while you still have your life. She's been known to get out of control at hospitals," he said.

The nurse immediately left and Amy grinned at Munch, but he did not return it.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked.

"I'm not staying in no hospital, John! Where's my clothes?" and she began to get out of bed.

"Oh no you don't," he said and held her from getting up.

"Get off of me!"

"Detective Amy Munch, calm yourself down," he hissed.

She stopped struggling and looked at her uncle. He looked tired than normal and then realized what happen. Her look softened a bit.

"I cut it close, didn't I?" she asked relaxing and Munch let her go.

"Are you allergic to anything?" Munch asked.

"I have no idea."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. Why you're asking?"

"That's what the doctor said. You had a severe allergic reaction and nearly died from it."

"Do they know…"

"They're testing it right now. Results should come back in a couple of hours."

She took his hand and squeezed it.

"Uncle John you know that it would take more than an allergic reaction to bring me down on my knees."

"Would lying on the floor count?"

She laughed again. "I'm serious. The only thing that would bring me on my knees is if anyone I knew or loved were hurt and I couldn't do anything to help them."

"Funny, that's the way I feel with the exception of the cold. I hate cold weather."

Amy shook her head and began recollecting her thoughts before she past out, remembering him there, Fin saying something to Malthus, a yell…

"What about the yell I heard?"

"Before you past out?"

"Yeah."

"That was El crying in pain. Tara kicked him…well, you know where."

"Ah. Poor Elliot," she said laughing, "Did Tara…"

"She didn't run away. She just asked me who I was and who you were and we told her that we were detectives including the one she kicked."

"By the way, that hurt like hell."

Stabler, Benson, Fin, and Cragen entered her room.

"Merry Christmas," he said delivering her Harry Potter book to her, "Thought you might some light reading for tonight since you're staying the night here."

"Which brings me to my next question," said Cragen, "Why did a certain nurse come out of your room and tell me in particular that you were checking yourself out?"

"Because I'm not staying here," said Amy.

"Why?"

"Because you guys and the brass can't force me to."

Cragen sighed. "Why do you want to leave so badly?"

"Because I want to," she replied.

"Or maybe you're afraid of something," said Fin, indicating to the ivy that the nurse had tried to put in her earlier, "You afraid of needles?"

"No, malpractice."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"If I convince the doctor to let you check yourself out," began Cragen, "Will you swear to me that I, as your Captain, order you to take a week off?"

"Of course! I'll do anything just to get out of here!"

"Okay then," and Cragen left to find the doctor.

"Amy, someone would like to see you before you go," said Benson, pointing to the doorway.

Tara was standing there, still in her uniform from practice.

"I think it's best that we all leave," said Benson to the others and they all rose up to leave. Benson shut the door.

Tara took the place of Munch's seat and sat down.

"I don't know where to begin," Tara said.

"If you're apologizing about beating the crap out of me, then it's okay. I've had worse."

"No, I kinda feel responsible for putting you through this mess and I'm sorry. I told Detective Benson that I wanted to confirm my statement and I'm going to do that tomorrow. I guess it's my way of saying sorry to your friends and what I put them through."

"Tara, you did a really brave thing today. From what I could see, you regained that the control that was taken away from you. Not too many victims go and attack their attackers to save someone else's life."

"And I did a real number on him too. Malthus got a broken nose."

They laughed.

"So are you leaving?" Tara asked.

"Yeah. Never liked hospitals. I was always afraid of malpractice. By the way, why did you come back?"

"Hmm?"

"To the lockers. Were you going to beat the crap out of me again?"

"No. By the time I realized what I'd done, beating you up for no reason, I realized that I needed to talk to someone, but I had no idea. Then I noticed that the tall man with the sunglasses who is outside right now was speaking very quickly to no one in particular and Malthus wasn't around. It just sorta clicked and I feared the worst so I went to the girls' locker to see if you were there."

"So you had an idea that I was a cop?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Munch knocked on her door. "Here are your clothes," he said, "Whenever you're ready toleave, we're ready."

Amy waited until he delivered her clothes to her and he left the room.

"So good ol' Munch was talking to himself again? Usually he acts like that most of the time, talking to himself and whatnot, but usually he is talking about pointless things."

Tara giggled and Amy smiled.

"Well I'd better get dressed otherwise I won't here the end of it from my squad. I hope I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, that would be nice. Well get well soon."

"You take care Tara."

And with that, Tara Mifflin left the hospital to go home and explain to her parents where she had been for the whole afternoon.

2675 House Number 89

Forest Hills, queens

As soon as they returned from the hospital, the doctor called and said he had the results back. It turned out that Amy was allergic to bees.

"So that's what that little twig-like thing was. I must had fell on bee when Tara pushed me down," she said.

"Of all the things in the world, it had to be bees," Munch said as the Cragen told them.

Amy was lying on the couch, propped up with a pillow and covered in a blanket. She was playing Chess with Fin who was losing very badly. He had just realized his queen was in danger.

"Damn! Not fair! Can I redo my turn again?" he asked pleadingly.

"Nope," and she swiped his queen from the board with her rook, "Ha ha, check!"

Munch was watching the two playing the game.

"Fin, move your king to the upper right hand square," he said.

"Why?"

"Do you want to end up in checkmate?"

"No."

"Then do it."

So Fin moved his king to the upper right hand square, but Amy moved her queen and now Fin was in checkmate.

"Hey! You old bastard, look what you did!" Fin exclaimed.

"Oh, I forgot she had her queen. Sorry man," said Munch.

"John…," Fin began warningly.

"You lost again Fin," said Benson.

"My turn," said Stabler.

"No it's my turn," said Cragen.

"What is this? Are you guys taking advantage of innocent girl that happens to be suffering from the effects of anesthesia?" asked Amy in mock anger.

"Um…" began Benson.

"Yes," said Munch with a sly smile.

"JOHN!" shouted everyone.

Amy woke up and looked at them alarm clock on the dresser. It was 12:36 at night.

"A fine time for my stomach to be growling," she grumbled as she got out of bed.

She opened the door and quietly crept the down the hall. She was extra careful around the room where the three men were sleeping. They were snoring loudly.

"Geez, why have an alarm clock when you can have them wake you up in the morning?" she thought.

Once she passed their room, the rest of the trip to raid the kitchen was a breeze. She slid into the kitchen without waking Cragen on the couch. She went to the fridge and opened it to see what was inside.

"Hmmm…let's see…ooo honey ham, salami, roast beef, bologna…yuck! Never cared for bologna. Uhh tomatoes, lettuce, blended shredded Mexican cheese! Yum yum. Ahh mustard. Regular mustard! Who in the hell finished the Dijon!"

"I did," said a voice.

Amy nearly dropped the items. It was Cragen. She hastily struggled to put the items back, but he stopped her.

"What the hell are you doing raiding the fridge at this ungodly hour?"

"My stomach conveniently woke me up and said feed me," she said feebly.

He shook his head and sighed. "You're supposed to be resting."

"And I will once I make my stomach happy."

Cragen threw up his hands in the air. "I just can't understand you," he sighed.

"If I fix you a sandwich, will you not tell anyone that I raided the fridge tonight?"

"I guess. There's more Dijon mustard in the cabinet," and he pointed to the left side of the cabinets.

Amy fixed him a roast beef and honey ham sandwich while she fixed hers made of honey ham and salami. They ate their sandwiches quietly for a while. Finally, Amy spoke.

"Hey Cap who was the primary on the Sarah Logan case?"

Cragen nearly choked on his sandwich. "First her getting up at this ungodly hour to herself a sandwich, now she asks me about a case," he thought.

"Why do you want to know about that?" he asked, "Did John mention anything about it?"

"So my uncle was the primary," she replied.

"Yes he was. Terribly heart broken when she died though he didn't show it at first."

"What do you mean he didn't show it at first?"

"When we apprehended the guy that placed a bomb her in place and who also blew up our suspect, Elliot told me later on that he nearly blew the brains out of the guy. He had never seen him so angry. That same day after interrogating the guy, he left without saying a word."

"So I guess these two were close?"

"Who John and Elliot?"

"No! John and Sarah."

"Oh them. Yeah they were. Come to think of it, that's the only time I've seen him so invested in a case. I mean he has been invested in some cases before, but that was the one he left early from work and he kind of kept to himself for the past couple days following the interrogation. He didn't even mention a conspiracy."

Amy nodded and finished her sandwich. She bade Cragen good night and went back to her room. Yes, it did seem odd that her uncle would keep to himself after just one case. But as she tiptoed past the men's room, she figured that's the way he would act. Her uncle always liked to keep things to himself. Perhaps she could stay at her uncle's place for just a little bit longer, just until she figured out why her uncle acted the way he did. She knew beneath that cynical old coot act he always portrayed at work was someone who longed for something. Until she figured it out what it was, she would not leave his place. She entered quietly in her room and crawled into bed. Ideas began to fill her mind as she stared at the ceiling that night for a long time before drifting off to sleep.

Well there! I finally got it up before I have my psychotic breakdown (I hate finals week! > ). Please R&R. I would like to know what you think.