Story: Hazards
Rating: T
Pairings: So I finally decided on my OFC/Peter pairing. This should be interesting.
Summary: Heroes/Law & Order: CI Crossover. Detective Rebecca Conway of the Major Case Squad is working the case of a young woman murdered in her apartment. It seemed like a typical killing... at first. Each clue leads her and Detective Robert Goran down a road they never thought existed. It's very AU simply because I'm not including Eames.
Author's Note: It's been a long time since I've written anything, let alone a Heroes story. I love criticism; the good, the bad, and the ugly-- just as long as it is constructive and not mean-spirited. So in other words: be gentle ;)
Author's Note II: I hate Eames. I think she is so incredibly useless on that show that it's not even funny. I'm simply pretending that she doesn't exist. Also, I changed up some Sylar's victims. They've got new names, faces, etc.
Disclaimer: Tim Kring and Dick Wolf are geniuses. I own nothing except for my OFCs. I'm simply borrowing these amazing characters for fun.


Chapter Three

(Four Years Ago, The Annual Petrelli Gala, New York City)

"Is this everything you imagined?"

Rebecca looked up towards the ceiling and took in the sight before her. She had been to a few political parties but none of them compared to this. The Petrelli's were known for extravagant affairs such as these. Angela wouldn't have it any other way. When it came to Nathan's career - heck, any event in their family - all the stops were pulled out.

"Yeah," she replied, and looked back at him, and pleaded, "When can we get out of here?"

He turned his head to muffle his laugh. "Just as soon as my mother knows we've arrived. After that she won't notice we skipped out."

Out of a nervous habit, she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I feel so out-of-place here."

Her comment stopped him head in his tracks."Are you kidding me?" He observed the shrug of her shoulders. "You're insane. Look at you." He took in the sight of her. The sapphire-colored strapless dress complimented her olive skin; the matching necklace resting just above her collarbone gleamed in the lights above. Loose chocolate curls cascaded down her back, framing her face perfectly.

But it wasn't her outward appearance that had the younger Petrelli so captivated. The sparkle in her deep brown eyes always seemed to pull him in. And her smile; just one playful grin lit up his entire day.

The expression on his face was one Rebecca had been seeing a lot more of lately. She didn't quite understand where it was coming from. Nor could she quite pinpoint what it meant. What was it?

Whatever it was, it was intense. And it was beginning to make her nervous.

Very nervous.

Laughing uncomfortably, she tucked her hair behind her ear once again. "I guess I do clean up nice… every once in a while," she joked.

The two walked, arms linked, to the bar and ordered two sodas. They were willing to try anything to help the night move along quickly.

"So how are the classes going? I heard NYU is pretty heavy."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's okay, I guess. It has its ups and down." She sat down on the bar stool in front of her as she spoke. "But sometimes I wonder... nevermind. It's silly," she shook her head.

"Come on. Tell me." He nudged her arm with his playfully.

"It's stupid. Forget it."

"Hey." The tips of his fingers touched her jaw line, getting her to look him face to face. "It's me you're talking to."

The tingling sensation on her skin was a sudden surprise. Butterflies she never knew existed in her body began to flutter erratically in her stomach.

She mentally shook the thoughts out of her mind. "Fine, but you have to promise me you won't laugh or look at me weird. And you can't tell anybody." He nodded silently. "Nobody Peter. I mean it."

He felt up both hands for effect.

"Not even your brother."

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Just spit it out already."

Leaning forward, she whispered into his ear, "I've always wondered what it would be like... and you're going to have a good laugh at this..."

"Yes?"

"… to become a cop."

She waited for some kind of joke or retort in response. Somewhere in the back of her head, she wanted him to tell her how ridiculous the whole idea was; to talk her out of it; to get her mind back on track.

This… fantasy, as she called it, had been plaguing her thoughts since she had started college. As each semester came and went, and her distaste for school grew, that tiny voice became louder. The one that screamed at her for following her parent's dreams and not her own; for letting it get this far; for wondering if she could get herself out.

The jokes never came. The criticism never showed on his face.

"So do it."

That was it? "Do it..." she repeated, "…what?"

"It!" he exclaimed. "Do the cop thing."

"Pfft," she scoffed. "Try telling that to mom and dad."

He had a good laugh at that. "You're trying to lecture me on what it's like to have a difficult family? I mean," he raised his arm to draw her attention to the event happening behind them, "Hello!"

There was no way she was arguing with that statement. He had her beat. "True."

"Yeah, but, most of the time I just tell her what she wants to hear. Then I go about my business. You on the other hand..." He paused for a moment and took a sharp intake of breath. "Yeesh." He tugged at the collar of his button down for effect.

She couldn't contain her laughter as Peter turned around to see Angela giving him the unspoken 'don't embarrass me' glare.

Rebecca took another sip of her drink as her laughter softened. It was still a little hard to keep her composure though. "She iced you good," she taunted.

He linked his arm with hers once again and pulled her to her feet. "Okay miss 'smartass', let's go dance."


Time seemed to stop while traveling back to New York. It was endless. The words refused to quit playing in her mind, no matter how hard she tried. Her head dropped between her knees; hands clasped on either side to block out Goran's voice.

She had a job to do, though, and she refused to shed tears.

Rebecca felt cold, numb, and mostly in shock. She hugged her arms together, rubbing the backs of them up and down. Nothing seemed to work though, and the chill running through her veins remained the same.

Nathan Petrelli was murdered this morning.

Surely, she would wake up at any moment, and be woken to the sound of his ringtone on her Blackberry.

Surprisingly, Goran remained silent as well, and let her be... for the time being. Eventually she would have to answer some questions. She just wasn't sure she was prepared for them. Not yet.

That time came just a few moments later.

"So," For once in his life, Goran was at a loss for words. "Are you…"

She raised her hand in the air stiffly. "Not now, Bobby," she spoke sharply. "Not now."

Not another word was spoken the rest of the way home.


The crime scene was a complete circus. News station vans, reporters, and photographers were everywhere; beat cops were on the scene to keep the crowds at bay but it was difficult.

Rebecca and Goran each flashed the guards their badges as they ducked under the crime scene tape. Each step she took, her pulse began to race faster and faster. The adrenaline running through her body was nothing new to her. However, there wasn't a case she followed that had ever hit so close to home.

Other people apparently thought the same way. As they walked up the brick steps to the front door, Captain Daniel Ross was there to stop them.

"Detective Conway? Stay outside. Goran and I can handle this."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did they really believe she was that incompetent to handle this? The anger was dripping from her voice as she spoke. "Are you attacking my professionalism, Captain?"

"I'm not attacking anything, Conway, it's just..."

"It's just what?" she interrupted. The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and the louder her voice grew. "I have a history with this man. So what? I'm a part of this team. I deserve to be in there. Let go of me Goran." By now he had a firm arm wrapped around her waist and began pulling her away before she said anything she'd regret later on. "I can handle this on my own. Damn it Bobby, let go!"

"We're taking a walk. Come on," he pleaded with her. Now was not the time for the NYPD to be all over the evening news - not because of such a high profile case - but because two officers were going at it. Reporters were everywhere and he couldn't risk his partner being scrutinized under the spotlight.

He hated change, and if he were reassigned with a new partner because of her outburst? Well? Let's just say he doesn't take well to new things.

His firm grip didn't let up until they were back at Rebecca's SUV. Opening the passenger side door, he pointed to the seat and directed her to sit down. "Stay. Here," he barked, and slammed the car door shut.

Fifteen minutes later, Goran made his way back to the car, and opened the door. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her legs crossed in front of her. She didn't even bother to turn her head when the door opened; she was too angry to do anything else.

She understood why he took her out of the situation though. She didn't like it, but she understood. But she would be damned if she said anything first.

"Are you going to stop pouting like a five year old?"

Finally turning her head to face him, she retorted, "Are you going to stop being an ass?"

He sighed and hunch downward, his eyesight lined directly with hers. Goran put his hand upon her shoulder, and she shrugged it away angrily. "Look. What happens when he catch this guy? Your name is going to be in this investigation; they'll find some kind of loophole saying we abused our authority as police officers; they'll get away with it. It's a lawyer's wet dream."

She hated when he was right. Rebecca knew it. That awful voice in the back of her head told her she needed to listen to him.

But she couldn't.

"Since when in the hell do you ever follow orders?" she accused. He had a good chuckle at that. Resting her hand on his shoulder, her eyes pleaded with him, "Bobby," she spoke gently, "I need to be in there."

Goran remained silent for a few moments. He scratched the side of his head and rested his hand /on his hip; his mind was wrestling with his conscious. Finally, he raised both hands in the air in 

defeat. "I talked to the Captain. After some major ass kissing, he said okay. But the second something comes up…"

Nodding in agreement, she cut him off. "I understand. I just… I need to be there," she repeated.

He nodded his head and held his hand out for her to grasp. "Okay then."