Alex and Olivia shared a confused looked before turning attention back to the depressed child in front of them.

"What do you mean, 'for the money'?" The blonde asked, choosing her words carefully.

The ginger girl opened her mouth to reply, but before any words could come out, a bullet went straight through the living room window. The shots continued to go round after round, breaking glass. Olivia and Alex ducked behind the couch, taking Diaz with them.

After the shots stopped, Alex looked down to Diaz, who had blood seeping through her grey shirt. "Olivia…" The ADA mumbled as she began applying pressure to the shot wound.

"This is Detective Benson with Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Shots fired at 111th place. I need EMS at the scene." Benson said into her radio as she started helping Alex. Diaz didn't say anything, the 12 year old just blinked back tears.


"Amaro." Nick said as he grabbed his phone out his jeans pocket. His mocha eyes never left the sleeping body next to him. His eyes went wide once he heard everything that Cragen had said. But the older man's voice zoned out as he looked at Michelle's back. What looked like marks from being whipped covered the upper half of her back.

"Amaro? You listening to me?"

"Uh—yeah, captain. I hear you."

"I need you to get your daughter, your mom and Maria and stay close. We don't know what's going on exactly. We don't want to take any chances."

"Copy that, captain."

The Latino detective hung up the phone. His mocha eyes were still stuck on Michelle. He wondered what happened, but was too afraid to ask.


"I don't like hiding from someone." Michelle sighed.

"I second that." Olivia chuckled as she handed a cup of coffee to Nick and Michelle. Nick's mother's apartment consisted of Olivia, Zara, Michelle, Nick, Maria, Vega and of course, Adele; Nick's mother.

It didn't go unnoticed by Michelle that Maria keep staring daggers at her.

"Where's Alex?" Nick asked as he readjusted himself next to Zara, who was sleeping peacefully.

Olivia took a long sip of her coffee before answering. "She's at the hospital with Diaz."

"She's going to be okay?" Nick said.

"Yeah. The bullet was removed. But she lost a lot of blood. Apparently, Alex and Diaz have the same blood type." The brunette sat at the island stool next to Michelle, who was busying herself with her cellphone.

"Your captain is taking this very seriously." Michelle said to Olivia with a cough.

"Better safe than sorry." Adele pointed out.

"That and, he wouldn't want anything to happen to his precious detectives. Fin and Amanda are safe however." The brunette answered.

Michelle stood up and took a look out the window.

"You see anything suspicious?" Nick asked jokingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny." The green-eyed woman smirked as she turned around from the window. "Unless a 15 pound rat counts as suspicious—"

A single shot went straight through the window. Blood seeped almost instantly down Michelle's shoulder and through her white tank.

"Well my blood sure is a pretty color red…" The brunette said watching the blood trickle down. Nick rushed immediately over.

"Cragen was right. This isn't any accident." Olivia mumbled as she began calling it in.


The whole enter 1-6th precinct was in full throttle. Cragen issued out orders like no other. None of his detectives were going to be working any time soon. At least not until they caught the bastard who was shooting members of the NYPD. Two shots in one night. One with multiple firings, one single. He was changing his MO. But the number thing they were looking for was why. What was the point in shooting Michelle? Then Diaz getting shot lead back to her traffickers.

"Captain, I found something I on the bullets that shot at Michelle and Diaz." Melinda Warner said as she entered the precinct.

"What do you have?" Cragen asked taking a look at the evidence bag in her hand.

"The bullet that hit Michelle was engraved." Mel explained.

And there it was, craved in block letters. "Benson…" Cragen mumbled. "The bullet was meant for Olivia…"

"The shooter could've mistaken Michelle for Olivia, since there both brunettes." Melinda shrugged. "But then again, Olivia's hair is much darker."

"It was dark out. He could've mistaken them, Melinda. What about the other bullet?"

"The bullet we recovered from Diaz was engraved as well." Melinda handed over the evidence bag.

"Novak." Cragen furrowed his eyebrows and started putting the pieces together. "Diaz and Casey are redheads. Michelle and Olivia are brunettes."

"If you ask me, I think he knows exactly who he's shooting." Melinda said.

"So our perp is shooting people who look similar to members of the NYPD? Why?" Cragen asked to no one in particular.

"I can call George and get him to run a profile."

Don nodded a yes and Melinda left the precinct.


"Family for Michelle Callaghan or Ranson?" Nurse Jennifer asked as she entered the waiting room.

Nick stood up from his seat and walked over to the corridor where the short nurse stood. "She's going to be alright, right?"

The two began walking down the hallway, but Jennifer stopped. "As far as being shot goes, she's fine. But there's something I should tell you. Usually when we get something like this, we inform the next to kin or their boss. But since you're here, I think its best I tell you."

"Tell me what?" Nick asked worried.

"Miss Ranson has traces of cocaine in her system." When she saw Nick's face turn quizzical, she continued. "We aren't sure how long ago it was in her system. It could go back as far as 5 years and we would still be able to find traces."

And with that, Jennifer walked off. Leaving Nick confused and surprised in the hallway.


"So, a TARU tech and Olivia's adopted daughter was shot?" Amanda asked as she took a sip of the tea in her hand. Fin nodded yes as he watched her figure slouch with tiredness and defeat. She was getting better every day, however. And many would say Fin was a big help with that. The two sat side by side in silence on the couch as the blonde continued sipping from the mug.

"I have good news too." Fin said trying to smile.

"Should I be worried?" Amanda said looking at him.

"No, why would you be worried?"

"Your definition of good and mines are very different." The blonde placed the empty mug on the coffee table.

"The good news and Alex is almost certain you won't have to testify." Fin put his hand on her forearm in a reassuring manner. He wanted to wrap her in his arms tell her everything was going to be okay. But he dismissed the thought quickly.

And much to his surprise, she did it first. Amanda turned and hugged him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Fin. For everything."

"No problem." He replied accepting the embrace.


Awww. What will happen next? Does Casey know something about the shooting? Will Fin and Amanda go further? Leave a review and let me know!