I do own Law and Order SVU, and Saints Row? Sweet. First things I'm gonna….I don't own them, Crap.
Casey Novak stared at her younger brother as she continued to point her gun at him. For his part, he seemed unconcerned, walking past her over to her bedroom door, looking inside. Her mind raced with questions, what was he doing here? Did he plan to kill her? How did he find out where she lived? Did he come to New York for her?
Glancing around, he didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. Her mind went back to when they were children. They had always had a happy family. Then around the time he started to become a teenager, things had started to make a turn for the worse, talking back, disrespecting their parents and anyone else in authority, even seeming to enjoy the confrontation. She had heard from a childhood friend hat he had joined a gang. About 7 months later, she received a phone call; he had been in an explosion that put him in a coma. She had visited him once a year, on his birthday. It had been hard to learn that her brother's face had been destroyed, and has surgery to fix it, paid for by his friend, former undercover Saint Troy, who she became familiar with during his coma. He would send her a card every few months with an update on how he was. A week before her next visit, she received another call, Jake was awake, and was back in the gang business. When she learned the first thing he did was to kill his doctor and stage a prison break, she immediately became violently sick. A week or so later, she was watching the news while preparing for a case, and watched as the man who had become her brother on T.V., shooting men and women who were shooting at him. She watched, and she realized she wasn't sure if she wanted him to win the fight, or to lose; and that fact scared her almost as much as the ease he and his friend Johnny Gat took lives of the enemy gang members.
Chief Bradshaw had told her about the friendship her brother and Gat had developed prior to the coma. And after Jake awoke from his coma, he attacked a courthouse, freeing Gat. After that, the two became near inseparable. A day or so after he got put in the coma, she had received a letter in the mail from Jake. He had told her about the people he's met via the Saints. He had written about Dex, Troy, Julius, Aisha, reading the words, she was shocked that these people could have been in a gang, he never mention the activates in the gang in his letter: she wasn't sure if it was because she was an A.D.A. or not. Judging by how he described a woman by the name Lin, she had a very strong feeling that he had feelings for her; however she had learned that Lin had drowned in her own car, a murder attempt that nearly claimed Jake. But the person he couldn't stop praising was Johnny Gat. He even said in the letter he and Gat were practically brothers. She wasn't sure how to feel that her brother had become closer to a gang member, than he had been with his own flesh and blood.
Looking at the tall, dark, intimidating man in leather and purple in front of her, she found that she still had an issue with calling him her brother, and not simply because the face attached to him wasn't the face her brother had. As he turned to face her, she found herself suddenly thinking of him not as Jake Novak, her fun loving brother, but as Jack Spade, violent sociopathic gang leader.
"Troy told me that you came to visit me, every year while I was in my coma. Imagine my surprise when he told me which dates." He opened her fridge, taking out a pair of beers, handing her one. "We hadn't talked in years, yet you came to see me on my birthday every year." Putting the neck of the bottle next to the edge of the table, he smacked his arm, popping the lid off. "Don't worry Casey. If I wanted you dead, I would have already done it."
"Then what are you doing here?" She asked opening her own beer, taking a sip, watching him. He sat there, drinking the rest of his beer, before standing up.
"Because I wanted to see how you've been doing over the last few years."
"I put criminals away." She said.
"Rapists, child molesters, pedophiles, murders and to be exact, working with NYPD's Special Victims Unit; a.k.a. the sex crimes unit." He told her, as he took his jacket and hat off the rack. She looked at him with surprise. "I've been ordering the New York Times the last few years. You're quite the talk of the legal room." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on.
"Jake, wait." Pausing, he turned to face her again. She walked over to him, looking him in the eyes. "Are you going to make trouble?" She asked him. He smiled sadly at her.
"Don't worry; no one will know that New York's star A.D.A. is related to the leader of Saint's Row." Opening the door, he walked outside. Novak watched him walk out.
"Mom once said that you were in fact adopted."
"Was this before or after I joined the Saints?" Getting into the driver's seat of a car, he drove away.
This is Chapter 3. I hope you people like it. Please read and review.