Here's the last chapter, everyone! I hope you enjoy it!

Long Island Beach

Amy sat on top of her car looking out on the beach. It seemed warmer on the water front than on the roof top at the precinct. It was more soothing too with the rolling surf. But the peace was broken when a car pulled up and a group of teenager boys came out.

"Oh f," thought Amy, "Troublemakers at my favorite spot in all of this city."

She watched them for awhile, but they did seem not to cause any trouble. So she went back to staring at the ocean front. Perhaps they did not notice her.

Or perhaps they did. Now they began to whistle at her and call her. Amy ignored them.

"Idiots," she muttered, "I'm in no mood to take any crap from anybody right now."

"Hey there, baby! Watcha doing?" cried one of the boys.

Amy rolled her eyes and continued staring out at the ocean.

"Come on over here girl! Have some fun with us," he said as his friends began to whistle and shout.

Amy crossed her arms and held them tightly. She began to pantomimic the song her uncle had sung to her earlier.

"See, guys? She's thinking about it!"

"My youth is lost, still I sing to myself her little song…" Amy said getting louder.

"Let's go make up her mind for her," said the guy and his friends began to follow him in Amy's direction.

"Turn around boys," said Amy, turning to face them.

"Why? Don't you want to have fun with us?" asked the boy.

"Not in a million years, boys. You got fifteen seconds to clear out or…"

"Or what baby doll?"

Amy took a deep breath and took out her gun and hopped down from the hood of her car. "Or I haul your ass in for harassing a police officer."

"You? A police officer? You're too tiny!" the boy sneered.

"Do you want to find out?" asked Amy as she watched them surround her.

"Maybe," said the boy, "GET HER!"

The boys began to close in on her, but they heard a sound that made them stop.

Munch and Cragen had their guns out. Munch had fired his into the ground and Cragen had his revolver pointed at the boys.

"Now why can't you do what the lady says?" asked Munch, "Men, in general, are supposed to respect a woman's wishes."

"Who the hell are you, Gramps!" asked the boy.

"John! Excaptain! What the hell are you doing here! And watch your shooting! Don't shoot near my car!" cried Amy, "Especially you, Excaptain."

"I'm not blind!" shouted Munch, "I can see your car perfectly from here!"

"What does it look like we're doing? We're here to save you! Actually, it started out that we were trying to find you, so we called Leena and she told us where you usually hang out and…" Cragen began.

"Great, so now I don't have a secret spot where I can escape from you guys, especially you Excaptain,"

"What's the deal with the Excaptain business?" exclaimed Cragen.

"I don't work for you anymore, remember?" said Amy.

"Oh really? I bet you didn't notice the void printed in light grey on the bottom of the document?"

"What?"

"Never mind that now!" shouted Munch, "If you two have forgotten already, as I'm sure you have, we have a situation here where a detective is surrounded by five teenage boys that might harm her!"

"I can take care of myself, thank you," said Amy.

"You're doing a great job of it too," said Munch.

"Ha ha, I'm bursting at the seams with laughter."

Munch rolled his eyes. "Boys, do think about what you're doing. You're going against two detectives and a captain of a unit. You don't want to mess with us politically or physically. You're too young."

"Enough talk!" shouted the boy and swung at Amy.

Amy reholstered her gun and punched the boy in the stomach all in one swift movement. He went down on his knees and his friends began to ran back to their car, passing Munch and Cragen. He scrambled up and ran past the both of them, Munch and Cragen, giving him glares along the way.

"See? I told you I could take care of myself," said Amy walking over to them as the boys drove away.

"Oh really? The question is, did you provoke them?" asked Cragen sternly.

"No," replied Amy, "And what's this that my transfer was a void?"

"I thought maybe you could use a little lesson in obeying orders from your superior. I printed out one of those after I typed void in light gray letters."

Amy looked at him and then began to laugh. Munch and Cragen looked at her.

"You're not going to blow his brains out?" asked Munch puzzlingly.

"Why? That's the most creative prank I have ever heard and it's funny too because I thought I was really leaving. I actually fell for it!"

Munch and Cragen looked at each other and shook their heads. When she saw them shaking her heads, she muttered, "You guys have no sense of humor." Then, they began to chuckle.

"So, this means you're going to invade my apartment again?" asked Munch.

"I guess so and this also means I get my desk back," said Amy.

"Damn! There's goes mine and Fin's plan for creating a wet bar out of it," said Munch, snapping his fingers.

"You were going to make a wet bar out of her desk?" asked Cragen bemused at the thought.

"Yes and it would have been cool! We would have been selling drinks and making money. We hadn't decided on a name though."

"How about you call it Leave-Amy's-Desk-Alone?" asked Amy.

"Okay, I get the picture. I won't touch it!" said Munch.

"Sure you won't, John. Sure you won't," said Cragen.

Executive Writer: Babyfwuffles

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