Surprising turn of events Chapter 1, a fbi fanfic

OA was growing very annoyed with the woman behind him in the line for coffee; every few moments she would let out a huffy sigh or mumble under her breath how ridiculous the line was. Part of him wanted to just allow her in front of him so she felt like she won a little but the other half of him didn't want to give her that satisfaction. He was only four people away from the counter when his phone rang, it was Maggie.

"Hey Maggie," He heard the woman let out a scoff as if speaking on the phone was another inconvenience. "Did we catch a case," he asked readying himself to get out of line.

"No but I was hoping you were getting coffee," she asked hopeful.

"Yeah, I'm here," he laughed, "You want your usual?"

"Yes, please!" He heard a couple voices in the back round before she added "and Scola and Tiff want to know if you can grab them a couple medium dark roasts…and Jubal wants a cheese danish."

"Can do," He stepped up to the next spot in line.

"You're the best, see you soon." He ended the call and stepped up to the counter, placing his order and sticking a nice tip in the jar as he knew the cashier was going to have a time with the next customer. He stepped to the side and read through his morning texts; one from his mom reminding him of his dinner plans with her and his sisters tonight, another from his older sister reminding him as well and finally one from Mona saying she loved him.

"Coffee for OA," The barista called from the counter.

"Thank you," He smiled and collected the coffee tray and the small, bagged danish before making his way out into the New York air. The sunshine and cloudless sky gave a false illusion of a warm day when in reality it was 24 degrees and the cold nipped at his cheeks and nose. He placed the coffee in the passenger side and closed the door, getting ready to make his way to the driver's side when he heard his name called. His arm hairs stood up as the gravelly voice of a stranger registered, he turned toward the voice, his hand lingering by his weapon but things happened quick. He remembered a sharp pain entering his shoulder and another to his abdomen, the echo of gunshots ringing though the street followed by a couple of screams.

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Maggie was just wondering what was taking OA so long, the coffee shop was only a block down the street. Perhaps the line was super long, and the shop was taking a while to finish their order because they were so busy. Another thing Maggie knew OA to do was stop by the security desk to talk to Henry, but even so if OA knew he was going to be late he usually skipped that. She received her answer when Jubal rushed into the JOC, worry riddled his face as he spoke to Kelly whose face went from calm to shock.

"Listen up everyone, there was a shooting a few moments ago, one of our own." Maggie's stomach dropped when OA's face was thrown up on the screen, she stared at Jubal who met her eye for a moment before going back to bringing the team up to speed. "Shot outside of Morning Grind coffee shop; we have several witnesses who heard the shooter call out OA by name before firing, a couple of them thought they saw a good look." He took a deep breath in between, trying to center himself, "OA is alive and was rushed to New York- Presbyterian but he is in critical condition, our goal is to find who did this to him."

"Tiff and I could head to the scene and start interviewing and checking for any leads," Scola volunteered as he looked at Maggie who still stood in shock.

"Great; Kelly and Elsie, I want you to search for surveillance footage in the area, see if we can find anything." Everybody nodded and rushed to their assignments; Jubal walked to Maggie and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him wide eyed; she looked fearful and ill.

"He is alive Maggie," Jubal reminded her, "Isobel wanted you and her to go to her mother's home to let her know but if you down feel up to it…"

"No," She snapped out of the shock, "No, I should go." She straightened herself up and looked over at Isobel who was on the phone. "We need to catch who did this."

"Alright," Jubal nodded, "but Maggie, if Isobel or I see it get too much for you, we are gonna pull you."

"I understand," She grabbed her jacket, walking to Isobel before disappearing to the elevators.

Scola and Tiff had been greeted at the crime scene by a Sargent Gary Banks of the first precinct who gave them a rundown of what he knew before he brought them to the six witnesses who were outside at the time of the shooting. Three of them hadn't gotten a good look at the perp but had heard the name OA Zidan being called out before hearing the two gunshots. The other three had heard the same but saw a white male whom they described as a late 30s early 40s with dirty blonde hair, maybe 5'9, with a distinctive snake tattoo on his neck. Scola took down all the information and thanked them each before joining Tiff in the cafe.

"Scola, I have footage," Tiff called. The barista turned an iPad towards the two agents and pressed play. They watched as OA exited the coffee shop; juggling his order, keys, and phone in one hand while opening the car, a few moments of him putting his stuff down then closing the door, they saw the gunman, his mask up over his mouth and nose. They watched as OA stiffened a little as his name was presumable called before watching the gunman pull his gun, shooting two shots both hitting OA and taking him down before the man ran. Tiffany could feel her self-cringe when OA was shot, seeing a coworker attacked was never going to be the easiest thing in the world and she really liked OA, he was a stand-up guy and agent.

"Thank you, do you mind sending this into our office," Scola asked the barista.

"Of course, Agent Zidan… well all of you are regulars, I hope you catch this guy."

"We have every intention of doing so," Scola smiled, "thank you again." He gave the woman his information and where to send the footage and then proceeded back out to the bone chilling cold, down to where OA's vehicle sat, the morning coffee order still in the front seat, now matching the temperatures of outside. Scola stared at the puddle of blood by OA's car, it was by no means a small amount. Gauze and packaging laid littered around it and in his mind, Scola could imagine the chaos of the paramedics trying to stop the bleeding.

He pulled himself away from the gaze and returned his attention back to where it needed to be, "according to the video, the perp ran west toward church street, I'll text Elise and ask her to check any cameras in the surrounding area and see if we can find our guy."

"Sounds like a plan."

Maggie stood on the steps of OA's childhood home, around them neighbors stood at their windows staring out at the black SVU and the two federal agents standing on the Zidan doorstep. Maggie took a breath before reaching out and ringing the doorbell. For a moment everything inside sounded silent but then some shuffling came from inside and soon the door was opened by OA's mother.

"What happened?" The first words out of Mrs. Zidan's mouth where exactly what Maggie expected but they still packed a punch to the gut. She wasn't a mother so she could only imagine what seeing two agents on your doorstep felt like especially, if one of them wasn't your child who worked for the FBI.

"Mrs. Zidan I am Special Agent in Charge Isobel Castille, and I am sure you know OA's partner Agent Maggie Bell; do you mind if we come in?"

"Is my Omar dead," Mrs. Zidan asked flat out. They could tell that she had been through a lot in life just by how she held herself so composed, ready for bad news.

"No, but he was injured." Maggie quickly answered. She could see Mrs. Zidan take a breath of relief.

"How bad?"

"He was shot twice, they took him to New York- Presbyterian, we haven't gotten an update on his condition."

"I ask again, how bad," the woman demanded.

"He lost a lot of blood on the scene but again I don't know too many details." Maggie quickly noted the way that Mrs. Zidan ever so slightly swayed on her feet.

"Perhaps you need to sit for a moment Mrs. Zidan," Maggie suggested.

"Fine," She allowed them both in and Isobel helped her to a chair which she fell into almost instantly. Maggie looked around quickly, photos hung everywhere of OA and his three sisters, some of his brother-in-law and niece. She stopped at a photo of a young Omar and a man, both smiling brightly.

"That is Omar and his father, one of my favorites, it was taken just before my beloved Zahur passed away." A small smile graced her face, "after that Omar took over as man of the household."

"He talks about you all so often," Maggie smiled back.

"It is his father's birthday today; we were all supposed to meet tonight for dinner."

"Mrs. Zidan…"

"Please call me Akila."

"Akila, we can set up transportation for you to the hospital but until we get to the bottom of this and find out motive, we want you accompanied by an agent." Isobel could see the hesitation in Akila Zidan's face. "Perhaps someone you are more familiar with, like Maggie?"

"If it's not an inconvenience to Maggie," Akila answered.

"Of course, there is no other place I would rather be." Maggie laid a gentle hand on Akila's shoulder.

"I will call for a car, until then stay clear and please allow Maggie to keep you safe."

"Until then, we can call your daughters," Maggie suggested.

"I don't want to worry them, not until I have an update on Omar."

"We will station some cars outside of their residence or workplaces until you are ready to tell them," Isobel suggested as a compromise.

"Thank you, Agent Castille."

"Jubal, I have something," Elise called, pulling it up on the big screen. "I scanned surrounding area to try to find a match to our shooter and I found this." A video showed a man turning on church street, throwing something into the alley before running out of view of the camera. "I tried to do facial recognition, but the mask and baseball cap covers his face up too much."

"Anything on the snake tattoo?"

"There are over ten gangs affiliated with a snake tattoo in this area, but none match the one on our guy."

"Okay, send Scola and Wallace the information of the location and we can see what they can pick up from the alley, see what our friend had to throw away at that particular moment." Elsie nodded and started typing away. "Until then keep searching, with OA's history in the Rangers and his time in the FBI the list is a long one for enemies, I want that list ran through with a fine-tooth comb, at least ten times." He looked at the photo of OA on the screen, he prayed silently that he would not have another agent die so close to the loss of Rina. "I want this guy's head on a silver platter," he added.