Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order CI, but I'm sure all of you readers would be extremely pleased if I did...I do, on the other hand, own Katie, since it's the character I based after my role-play self.

Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait. I got caught up in my 100 Situations drabble. Well, The Confused One gave me a review, saying I really should continue, and I had chapter 9 pretty much written, sitting around on my hard drive. So, I figured what the heck? I'll just throw another chapter out there.

Hybrid Rainbows

She hadn't meant to react the way she did. Her partner had just been trying to help, to figure out what was wrong, and she had pushed him away. Now sitting in her car, forehead pressed against the top of the steering wheel, she couldn't help but feel guilty. IA had brought up some unpleasant memories. They had been digging through her life, finding things to use against her. They had been trying to break her, any idiot could see it. Yet they didn't seem to care, she was dirty in their eyes because she had ignored procedure...and lost a life because of it.

But had it really been necessary to drag up her family life? It was hard enough to live through some of the stuff once...but twice? And to hear people slander her families' good name was enough to piss her off and get a rise out of her. She was aware that's what they wanted, but couldn't help but get angry, especially when they brought up...

No, she wouldn't think about that. Not here, not now. If she did...she'd break down. She knew she would. Heck, she had almost broken down during the interrogation, but had refused to, knowing the two agents would simply take pleasure in her sorrow, and in knowing they were the ones who caused it. The detective had expertly buried her emotions deep down inside of herself and kept them there until she was safely at home...where the alcohol she was desperately craving was.

She wasn't an alcoholic, not even close. All in all, the petite woman really didn't hold her alcohol very well, but she always kept some around for those days she wanted nothing but to slip away into the pleasant, warm oblivion alcohol brought.

The brown haired detective was brought out of her thoughts though, as she heard a light tapping on the passenger side of her car. Raising her head, she glanced over at the window to find a young girl on crutches was standing there, watching her with a pair of brilliant brown eyes. Frowning slightly in confusion, Barek unlocked the door, nodding for the girl to open it.

The younger female, who didn't look any older than perhaps 15 smiled and opened the door. "Mind if I sit?" she asked. "I promise I don't have any weapons, my ankle is just really killing me." Carolyn watched the injured female for a few moments, before nodding.

"Alright, take a seat."

"Thanks." sitting down, the young female set the crutches down just outside the car, resting her injured foot on the inside of the car.

"What's your name?" Barek inquired, slightly off-put by the random female who was now sitting in her car.

"Katie."

"Do you have a last name?"

The girl simply chuckled. "Not that I'm allowed to tell you I'm afraid." she stated. "Parents always told me not to tell strangers my full name."

"But they said it was okay to get into a car with a complete stranger?"

"Never actually talked to me about it, but I figure your pretty harmless, especially since you are parked in the One Police Plaza parking garage." she stated, grinning.

"Good point..." Barek paused, "What are you doing here by the way?"

"I came to see you, dear detective Barek." the young female seemed to smirk slightly as she saw the detective tense.

"How did you...?"

"I know a lot of things, Sam McPhearson being one of them."

"What do you mean? What about him?" Barek inquired, studying the female sitting in the passenger seat.

"I just think you should look a little closely into his...apparent suicide."

"Why?"

The younger of the two simply laughed.

"You are just like Detective Goren, wanting me to give him all the answers." she made a soft 'tsking' noise and waved her finger slightly. "What fun would that be if I gave you all the answers? But I will tell you this, Sam didn't commit suicide." her eyes gleamed deviously.

"How do you know?"

"You'll just have to...trust me on this one. Ask Goren, he'll tell you my word is as good as any." she stated, upper lip curling up slightly in an almost feral smirk, revealing slightly pointed teeth.

"How do you know Goren?" Barek asked, the girl starting to bother her and confused her even further, making her seriously wish she had her duty weapon on her.

"We did a little business back in the day when y'all were handling detective Adrian Night. My associate and I gave him some background information on the little git."

"You were the anonymous source that Goren refused to bring in?" she questioned quickly.

"Yup." she simply smirked. "That would be me."

"Why would someone kill Sam? What reason would they have?"

"Motive." Katie drawled lightly, "That is something you have to figure out. But I would look a little harder for a certain Andrew Berkley. He's closer than you think." with a wink, the girl grabbed her crutches and slowly hoisted herself out of the car.

"Are you really hurt, or did you just bring those to get into my car?" the detective asked.

"Don't ask questions you don't need answers too. I'll check back later perhaps, if you continue to be baffled." the young female commented. "But until then...sayonara." with a slight wave, the young female shut the door and headed off.

Barek, not satisfied, got out of the car as quickly as possible to call out to the female, but found Katie was no where to be found. "What the...hell?" she questioned, confused. Slightly rattled by the odd encounter, she slipped back into her car. Shutting the door, she pressed the automatic lock, just because it eased her now frazzled nerves.

Yup, that bottle of scotch sounded mighty good about now.