Lady Cop

by Olazay

What would have happened if Trapper John had recognized Beckett's voice when she came into the bank dressed as a medic in Cops and Robbers? Alternate ending. I rate everything M, just in case I decide to add something later. Two-shot at the least, but leave a review if you want MOAR.

2. Charlotte's Prompt

A/N: Wow! I was really surprised by the amount of reviews and favorites! I would've updated sooner, but I was camping... this is a difficult fic to write because I get attached to characters and I don't like torturing them xD but I'm going to do my best. I think this will be longer than a two-shot if more people respond, plus I don't see how I could really finish a proper plot line in just two chapters.

But anyway, I'm sure you just want to get on with the story and so without further ado, the next installment of Lady Cop.

BECKETT'S POV:

She blinked back the remains of her tears, internally kicking herself for letting herself be weak in front of Trapper John. Now he had leverage over her. Beckett swore to herself that she would remain strong from this point on. She had to be. Beckett steeled herself, waiting for him to return to the SDB room. Trapper John appeared as expected, and looked into a suitcase. She peered over as well to see what looked like C4. A lot of it, connected together by wires.

"So, what's really going on here?" Beckett piped up, as Trapper John appeared hesitant.

"In hindsight, it might not have been the brightest idea to store you in here, where you ask annoying questions," he growled.

"Just one question so far, actually," Beckett retorted.

Trapper John looked at her, irritated. "Shut up."

She ignored him. "You aren't going to get away with this, you know. Might as well turn yourself in now, reduce your sentence."

"Oh, Kate. That's the best part. We ARE going to get away with it," Trapper John corrected. "A cop hostage gives us the biggest advantage you could imagine."

"I won't be a hostage forever. And once we've parted ways, I won't stop until you and all your little bankrobber friends are in prison where you belong," Beckett threatened, trying to regain control of the situation.

"And what makes you think you'll come out of this alive, Kate?" he asked jovially.

"You don't want to kill a cop, do you? My partners won't stop until they catch you."

A/N: This is all I've written, I'm having serious writer's block. And so I present you a challenge: using the prompt above, finish the chapter yourself and PM it to me! I will choose the best and publish it with the author's name. And yes, this is an attempt to continue a story I have abandoned for the sake of the small group of people who want me to continue.