Chapter Two: Bad News
The precinct seemed unusually quiet, its normal chaos and activity suspiciously absent.
Walking into the squad room, Olivia noticed Fin and Munch sitting at their perspective desks, a very uncommon happening.
A feeling of dread was growing in the pit of her stomach.
Reaching her desk, she looked at Munch and Fin and asked, "What's going on, guys? Where's Elliot?"
They looked at each other, but neither of the men would answer her question.
Suddenly their boss, Captain Donald Cragen, was at her side.
"Olivia, will you come into my office?" he asked, stepping into his office.
Warily, she followed him, unsure of whether she wanted to hear what he had to say.
Shutting the door behind them, Cragen said, "Olivia, you need to sit down for this."
"What's going on, Captain? Was there a break in the case?" Olivia asked, knowing that it had nothing to do with their meeting.
"This morning," he started, "there was a shootout downtown."
Olivia listened attentively.
"I got a call a few minutes ago from a friend in Internal Affairs. Apparently, a detective ran in to stop the gunmen and save the hostages that the gunmen had taken. But SWAT showed up and opened fire. The gunmen returned fire. The detective managed to save the hostages, but he himself was caught in the crossfire."
"No," Olivia whispered.
"They found his wallet when they were putting him in the ambulance. I'm so sorry, Olivia. It was Elliot," he finished softly.
Standing up, Olivia asked, "Where is he? Where did they take him?"
Cragen gave her the name of the hospital, and she ran out of the precinct, cursing herself for letting him leave her apartment.
