Teen Titans
All These Lives
Chapter 4
A/N: Hey guys! I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed my story so far. I love all the reviews I get. Keep them coming!
Also, I forgot to mention it in the earlier chapters, but I took a few things from ComixFan1224's story Little Miracle that a few people with a sharp eye will catch. Read it and try to figure it out.
Anyhow, in this chapter, you'll find out what Donna thought was so important and if Kori's plan to help Barbara is effective or not.
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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Dick asked, "What did you find Donna? I have to go to the mall today. Promised I'd help with security at the Radio Idol thing in case Slade tries anything else."
"Dick, you're going to want to see this. You know how Roy always takes three guns with him on his cases?"
Dick frowned. "Yea, I know that already. He was only carrying two and one was empty of all bullets, but no bullets were fired in the crime scene except for a shell from an unidentified rifle." He leaned against the wall as he talked to her.
Donna groaned. "Yes, that's true, but it's the gun that he left behind that's important. Just get over here. It will only take a few minutes of your time. Please?"
"Fine," Dick said, rolling his eyes, as he got ready to hang up. "I'll be there in a half hour. Okay?"
Donna said, "Thanks Dick. You might be able to find out who it was that killed Roy with this info." She hung up again and Dick quickly bolted to the shower before anyone else called.
Quickly coming out of the shower, he got dressed for work and grabbed his gun and badge before bolting out to his car. Cranking the key around, the engine roared to life. Dick stomped down on the gas hard, sending the small car rocketing forward into the early morning traffic.
He reached Roy's apartment a few minutes later. Knocking on the door, he waited until Donna opened it. He half smiled at her. "Morning Donna."
She smiled back and gave him a hug before waving him in. "You need to see this." She led him down the hall to the spare bedroom that Roy had converted into his equipment room. Sure enough, a small, black 9mm Beretta was sitting in its leather shoulder holster, almost untouched.
Dick frowned. "You called me over here to stare at the second gun he ever bought? How is this important?"
Donna pointed to the cartridge underneath. "You see that? It's not a Beretta cartridge. It belongs to that custom Magnum I ordered him for his birthday. He must have taken the Beretta cartridge by mistake."
Dick grabbed a set of latex gloves from his pocket and put them on before handling the weapon. He tried to fit the cartridge into the base of the gun, but it was a hair too big. "Can I take this back to HQ with me? We have Roy's guns in evidence lockup. If you're right, you may be onto something. He must have been in a real hurry to grab his backup gun and the wrong cartridge."
"Go ahead and take it. I'll search around here to see if I can find anything else you can use," Donna said, watching as Dick tagged the clip and dropped it into an evidence bag. "Maybe he got a letter or something that made him so worried. He never cleans out his mail box and his e-mail is a mess." She laughed ruefully. "He would always freak out at me if I cleaned out anything of his besides his laundry." Shaking her head, she waved Dick out. "I'm sure you don't want to hear about my stupid times with Roy right now. You have work to do."
Dick smiled again and said, "Thanks for the help Donna. I might owe you one. You know my cell number right?" After she nodded, he waved goodbye and went back to his car. Checking his watch, he saw that he had just enough time to swing by the police building before he had to be at the mall. Putting his siren on for added speed, he floored it and the car jumped off the curb.
At exactly 9:30, he pulled into the GCPD parking lot and ran inside and down the first set of stairs and leapt down the stairs two at a time before coming to the evidence lock up. Opening the door, a guard stopped him. "ID please and state your business."
Dick pulled out his badge and said, "I have some evidence in the Harper case. It could make or break it."
The guard quickly looked at his ID, then back at Dick. "Okay. You got ten minutes Detective. Make it fast." He opened the metal door and let Dick inside.
He quickly made his way to the Harper file, which was stored in the weapons area because of the guns Roy had been carrying. Quickly rooting through the box, he found the tagged Magnum. Pulling the clip out of the bag, he slipped it into the base of the gun and it clicked into place. "Bingo," he muttered before pulling the clip back out and slipped it back in the bag. He placed both pieces into the box and left, nodding at the guard on his way out.
Jumping back into the car again, he turned over the engine and floored it again, having to make a twenty-minute drive in ten. The wail of his siren cut through the mid morning air as he wove in and out of traffic. At exactly 9:55, the car swerved into the Gotham City Shopping Centre and Dick jumped out of the car even before it was completely stopped, clicking the engine off and pulling the key out as he moved. The car rolled to a stop in his parking space.
Dick burst in, just as Commissioner Gordon came out of a Starbucks, holding two coffees. "Good timing," the older man said and handed Dick one of the two coffees. "Large coffee, double cream, single sugar and one shot of hazelnut. Exactly the way you like it."
Dick smiled gratefully. "You have no idea how much I need this." He opened the lid and took a large swig from the cup, sighing contentedly. "I had a tip come in from Donna about something related to the Harper case, so I decided to check it out. Turns out the reason Roy couldn't fire was because he grabbed the wrong clip for the right gun."
Jim hummed thoughtfully. "So he had the right gun but the clip was for the gun he left at home and we still have no trace on that rifle. Must be a custom job. I have a friend down Steel City way that does custom rifles. Maybe he knows something about it. I'll take it down his way." They both reached the stage area and quickly laid down the plan to the DJ.
Just as they started the registration, a tall red headed girl wearing a jean jacket, a black shirt and pants with Converse sneakers walked in, looking a bit nervous. Dick pulled out the snapshot of Kori Wilson from the file and compared the two. "That's her," he said to Gordon. "I'll move to intercept." He moved off, acting like he was walking towards the sport center across the way.
As soon as Kori was within earshot of Dick, she whispered, "Meet me outside in ten. I got info on Barbara." She kept walking and Dick whispered his ok back to her.
Jim was shocked. Dick had the opportunity to nab her and he let her go. He walked over to ask him what was up, but Dick said, "She's got info on Babs. We're going to meet her outside in ten minutes." He sat down on one of the benches near the water fountain and leaned back, coffee in hand. "At least we'll get a kick out of the performers."
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Kori was quickly going through the grocery store and grabbed the needed food supplies for her father. Paying for it using the Pay Pass card, she went back outside, hoping to meet up with the two cops she had seen earlier. Sure enough, they were both waiting outside, hands in their trench coat pockets. "You Detective Grayson?" she asked as soon as she was within earshot.
The tall one with the dark hair nodded, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "I am he. You said you have information on the kidnapping of Barbara Gordon. This is her father, Commissioner James Gordon." The older man with the mustache and the graying hair stepped forward.
Kori nodded. "I can take you to our current location, but I'm sure my father has plenty of ways to escape. I can't guarantee that your daughter is still alive Commissioner, but I know you'll be glad to catch my sick pervert of a father." She waved them off to a small compact car that was parked a few feet away. "The only way you'll get in with me is if you can cram yourselves in the back seat without being seen. I know Slade has a camera mounted in the dash. I'll block it off while you get it, then stay directly behind the seats and crouch down if you can."
Dick looked at the Commissioner. "Think we should risk it? How do we know this isn't a trap? We should just arrest her on the spot for being an accessory to kidnapping, rape and murder."
Jim shook his head. "We have to risk it Dick. Just get in the car." He nodded at Kori. "Block off that camera. We're coming along with you." He waited off to the side while Kori put the bags in the trunk and then climbed in, setting her purse in front of the camera, that was hidden somewhere in the dash.
"Okay, get in and stay low. Don't move a muscle within seeing distance of that camera or our cover is toast," she said as they got in, Dick behind Kori and Jim behind the passenger seat. She started the car and drove off in the direction of the docks.
"I thought we'd already covered the docks warehouse hideout," Dick said to both Jim and Kori. "Why are you taking us back there?"
"I have to get you into our small sub to take you to the Looking Glass. That's our current hideout, but he might already be onto us and have moved. We have a small two-person sub as well as a larger four person one. I took the four person, so if you want to call for one more officer, do it quick." Kori made a stop at a red light and waited patiently. "You want my cell phone?"
Dick already had his out and was dialing. "She may not be a cop, but she's the best gun handler in this area of Gotham." The phone rang a couple times before she picked up.
"Hey Dick. I was just going to call you. Found something interesting in Roy's inbox…" She never finished the sentence as Dick began speaking.
"I got no time for that right now Donna. Right now I need you to grab your pistols and meet us down at the docks. We got a lead on Tornado. We need the back up and you've got the best head shot in case he tries to use Barbara as a human shield."
Donna replied, "I'll be there in five. I just need to get my equipment together. What dock are you guys going to be at?" She was rummaging through something as she talked, so Dick surmised she was getting her guns ready. He grinned. Roy had trained well. He had insisted on her being able to defend herself and she took to it like a fish to water.
Dick said, "We're on the pier by Warehouse 5. I gotta go. Slade could have the car we're in bugged." He flipped the phone shut and asked, "Does he have any audio bugs in the car?" He chuckled. "I probably should have asked that before I called."
Kori laughed and shook her head, her red hair swishing into his face. Dick's nose twitched as she spoke. "No, no audio bugs. I wouldn't be talking if he did." Dick couldn't hold it any longer and he sneezed loudly.
Kori made a noise that showed her obvious disgust and grabbed her hair with a free hand. "Couldn't you have warned me before you did that?" She made a final turn onto the road by the docks. Sure enough, Donna was there, two pistols on her hips and a rifle strapped to her back.
They waited until Kori blocked the camera again before getting out and greeted Donna. "Thanks for coming on such short notice. Now let's get going," Dick said, nodding at Kori to lead the way to the submarine.
They followed the girl down the ladder to the small berth that Dick had found earlier. The submarine was parked there, floating peacefully on the water. Kori opened the hatch with a hiss of pressurized hydraulics and waved them in. After they were in, the hatch closed with another hiss and Kori emptied the ballast tanks before opening the throttle wide and the small sub leapt from the bay and into the dark waters of the bay.
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A/N: Well, there's chapter four people! Hope you all enjoyed. Drop me a line to let me know what you thought. Chapter five will go up later this week if at all possible.
Love, peace and chicken grease
Dash