Chapter One: Unlawful Disorder
"Drop the gun!" Olivia yelled, coming around the corner of the hallway and out into the living room. Elliot had his hands up, Jonathan Parr behind him, holding the gun against his skull.
"Jonathan, we don't have to do this…" Olivia offered the man. She was taking the lead, so Elliot kept his mouth shut.
"You're just saying that, SO I DON'T BLOW YOUR LOVER BOYS BRAINS OUT, ALL OVER THE WALLS." He exclaimed, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into the back of Elliot's head.
Olivia kept her gun drawn, ready. "Jonathan we can talk about this. We don't have to hurt anyone." Olivia willed. He watched Olivia intently.
"You're only saying that, to trick me." The burly man said, in a desperate tone.
"No, No, Jonathan I'm not. We can talk about this, we can talk about anything you want." She said, slightly lowering her weapon. Showing flexibility.
"Drop the gun then!" He said, challenging the woman. "You know I can't do that, Jonathan."
Before Olivia could think, a uniformed officer ran into the room, gungho. Waving his weapon around at a failed attempt to protect the detectives. A shot rang through the air, and she watched the Uniformed officer fall to the ground. "Officer Ramirez! Apply pressure!" She yelled at the UNI. He was shot in the abdomen. Olivia knew time was running out. And hearing the shot, The snipers would be making their way in any moment.
She put one hand to her radio, and spoke into it.
"Hold your fire. I've got this." She said, softly into the radio. She knew they were right outside the door. And they'd burst in when they needed too.
"Jonathan, I need to get him out of here. He's dying." She said, trying to reason with the man.
"NO! You can't leave!" He shouted. "Can EMS come get him?" She tried. "N-no." He stuttered. She knew he was breaking. She was getting somewhere. "He's going to die, in about 5 minutes. If you don't let him leave. Do you really want MURDER on your record?" She asked, now challenging the man herself. "Fine! He can go! But only two people can come in here. My floors are too dirty." The captor said. Olivia picked up her radio again, "Two Paramedics are needed, and ONLY two." She instructed. "Affirmative" She heard back, in Cragens voice.
Outside, Cragen, Fin, and Munch were helping the two paramedics gear up, with bullet proof vests.
"When you go inside, do NOT ask any questions. Try not to speak unless spoken to. And try not to make contact with Mr. Parr. Okay? In and out." The FBI Chief explained, in a 'No Nonsense' tone.
Both paramedics, nodded. They were young, maybe 23-25, and definitely new to the First Responder life. Cragen felt bad, for them. He knew a lot about this Perp. He was a sadistic rapist, he was impulsive, and had major anger issues. Not to mention he was extremely mentally declined. Cragen, was worried for his detectives. But he had faith in Olivia and Elliot.
Soon enough, the paramedics, were knocking on the door.
"They're here Jonathan, do you want me to open the door?" She asked, him, her gun still raised. He shook his head. "I'll get it!" He barked. He looked at Elliot, and then moved away from him, briskly. In 5 seconds, Elliot went from his position, to a gun drawn, and less cooped up position. When, Parr turned around, he saw Elliot with his gun now pointed at him.
"Two against, one that isn't fair!" Parr screamed. Olivia kept her stern look, and Elliot raised his brows "Drop the Gun, Parr. It's over." Elliot Boomed. He gave a manic laugh, "Why should I listen to you? Huh? Anger problems, crazy outbursts… Rages…" The man paced as he spoke. His gun was still in his hands, but it had lowered. "You're a shit cop. You shouldn't even be a detective! That's why I've got to kill you." He said, still pacing. Olivia heard the Paramedics in the background, putting the Officer on a gurney. She watched them leave the house. And Jonathan locked the door again.
"Just you, and me Detectives." He said, with a sinister grin.
Elliot was becoming more aggravated by the minute. Olivia looked at him, and he looked at her for a moment, while Parr paced some more.
"STOP DOING THAT!" He yelled.
"Jonathan, why are you doing this?" Elliot finally spoke, his voice was rigid, and stern.
"Don't you understand you ruined my life! You took my girls! They were my friends, and you took them! They were MY FRIENDS!" He shouted. Olivia jumped in, "You were hurting them, Jonathan. Why would you want to hurt your friends?" She asked, in the calmest tone she could muster.
"I wasn't hurting them! I loved them!" He yelled, she could see the man breaking. They were getting somewhere.
"Yeah, like how your mother did to you? She loved you so much, right? She'd make you prove it. She'd hurt you." Olivia said, "No, MY MOTHER LOVED ME!" He screamed. "Sure she did, Jonathan. She was fucking with your head. She was doing horrible things, the same things you were doing to those girls. To you. You hurt those little girls! They're scarred now!" Elliot shouted back. Jonathan stopped pacing, and look at Olivia. "I didn't mean too… I loved them… You must believe me…" He said, tears pooling in his eyes. Olivia, nodded "I know that Jonathan. So why don't we end this? We can go out there, and no one else has to get hurt." She said, slightly lowering her weapon. "If I go out there, they're going to shoot me." He said, simply.
"Not, if I block you. If I go out in front of you, as your shield they won't shoot you." Elliot stated. Jonathan looked at him. "W-Why would you do that?" He stuttered. "Lets just say, I understand your fear of losing those you love…" He said, trying to convince the man.
"O-okay.. You promise!?" He raised his voice. "I do, Jonathan. But you've got to put your gun down." Jonathan stared at the detectives briefly, before he finally dropped the gun. Olivia kept hers raised, making her way slowly to the gun, and retrieving it. She cuffed, Jonathan. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…" Elliot got in front of Jonathan, and they made their way out of the house, Olivia behind the man, in case he tried anything.
"I'M DETECTIVE STABLER, I'M COMING OUT IN FRONT OF MR. PARR, HOLD YOUR FIRE." He yelled to the officers outside. Everyone held fire, and watched as Elliot got the man into the back of a cop car. Olivia lowered her weapon finally, reholstering it. She grabbed her wrist, wringing it out. "God…" She said, making her way over to the other three in her squad. "Liv!" Cragen exclaimed. He patted her arm.
"Are you and Elliot okay?" He asked, looking her up and down, for any injuries. "We're fine cap. Just some dead wrists." She said, rolling her wrists out.
Fin laughed softly, "Damn Babygirl, that was intense." He said, to his friend. She returned the smile. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before."