Head notes: We finally see some action in this chapter! Oh and just so there's no confusion I am telling you now that I reference my Donnelly story in this chapter. You don't have to read it you just need to know that I had John save Donnelly. Anyway back to the story. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

It was getting darker when they left the restaurant. They were about to go their separate ways when group of fifteen men, presumably gangsters, surrounded them, taking out guns or knives or any other weapons. The smaller group all took out their guns and stood back-to-back as they faced the threat that had encircled them.

"You two should choose your company more wisely," a tall gangster said speaking to John and Fusco.

In answer, John leaped forward and kicked the gun out of the gangster's hand and loosed a bullet into the kneecap of the gangster standing behind him. At that everyone sprang into action. Bullets flew and cries of pain were heard. John didn't have time to consider if any of those cries of pain belonged to his friends. Or Simmons, he mentally added. Although, unlike his interaction with Donnelly, he doubted he would regret it if he failed to save Simmons.

Ridding his mind of all distractions, he focused on the threat immediately before him. One of the gangsters managed to kick the gun out of John's hand. Another one grabbed him from behind, putting a knife to his neck, while another gangster pointed his gun at John. Noticing his predicament, Carter shot the gangster before he could shoot John. John raised his elbow and jammed it into his assailant's chest, then he grabbed the gangster's arm and threw him into a knot of gangsters that where rushing to challenge him.

Simmons watched as the guy in the suit fought. He tossed a glance at the two detectives who were both preoccupied with the gangsters. He couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. Smirking to himself, he raised his gun and pointed it at the guy in the suit, ready to rid the world of this idiot. Just then, he felt the muzzle of a gun press itself against the back of his skull.

"Don't even think about it, bozo," Fusco growled in his ear.

Begrudgingly, Simmons pointed his gun at one of the gangsters and shot him instead.

Finally, all the gangsters lay on the ground, either dead or groaning in pain. John looked around and found all of his companions alive and unscathed from the gunfight.

"Thanks, Carter," John said after a moment. She nodded and John turned to Fusco. "And Lionel, I thank you, too." He turned an icy stare onto Simmons who, for one fleeting moment,shuddered under the stare.

"No problem, boss," Fusco replied.

"All right, now you both have names that Simmons gave you," John began. "I want you to make sure they go behind bars. Patrick will call Quinn and set up a meeting, Tonight." He looked at Simmons to convey his seriousness.

Simmons rolled his eyes but consented. Carter turned to walk away and John grabbed Fusco's arm as he turned to follow her.

"Don't let her out of your sight, Lionel," he growled.

"What was I, born yesterday?" the detective shot back.

XxXxXx

Carter and Fusco sat at their desks again, filing anonymous tips about the names they had received to internal affairs. It was quite a long list for it being only those recruited since Donnelly's raid. Fusco felt his phone vibrate and looked at it. Terney was getting a call. Fusco turned the microphone on and put the phone to his ear and listened.

"Did you take care of them?" Terney asked.

"No," the new voice answered. "We tried but some guy was with them, Attacked us."

Terney sighed. "Was this guy wearing a suit?" He asked.

"Yeah," the man replied.

"Then I think it's safe to assume that we were both attacked by the same guy," he said.

Well, that confirmed what Fusco had suspected about Terney. The man was a rotten scumbag. He wondered why Simmons hadn't given them Terney's name. Then he remembered the exact wording he had used. All those recruited since Donnelly's raid.

Terney must have been recruited before that. The two pages he had ripped out of Zambrano's ledger could have had Terney's name on it. He had shredded the page with his name on it without even looking at it. Plus, he had handed over the page with Simmons' name on it without looking at that either. Any one of those pages could have had Terney's name on it.

Terney continued speaking to the man on the phone. "We need to get rid of him. And Simmons."

Suddenly, there was a beep and Fusco panicked for a moment, thinking that he had done something that would alert them to an eavesdropper. But he sighed in relief as Terney announced that he was getting another call.

"Yeah, boss?" he answered.

"He just called," came Quinn's voice. He recognized it from the night he had followed Beecher. "He asked me to meet him in the park."

"That guy you told me about earlier, I think he's working with Simmons," Terney said. "He attacked me and took out the guys I sent after him and Carter. If Simmons goes to the park, he might be there too. We could take them both out."

Fusco could hear Quinn smiling in satisfaction.

"Exactly my thoughts," he said. "You know what to do."

Fusco wanted to stop listening and call Wonder Boy to warn him but he knew he had to keep listening. Mr. Happy would never be satisfied with half a report. He listened as Terney returned to his first call.

"Boss just called," he said. "Simmons and the guy will be in the park in a little while. You're gonna take them both out. Don't shoot till the boss gives you the signal."

"What about Carter?" the man asked.

"I'll take care of her," Terney replied.

Terney hung up and Fusco dialed like the wind.

"What is it, Lionel?" answered a hushed, slightly annoyed Wonder Boy.

"Quinn is going to double-cross you guys," Fusco warned. "He just called one of his people and told him where you'd be. And from the sound of it, there might be snipers."

"I appreciate you trying to warn me, Lionel," came the sarcastic reply. "But I'm aware of what Quinn is planning to do. Stay with Carter."

XxXxXx

John stood with Simmons before entering the park.

"You're just here to talk about business, Patrick," he said. "Don't give away my presence. If you do, I will know."

"You've already said that a hundred times," Simmons shot back angrily. "How many more times are you going to threaten me?" John's eyes hardened.

"Until you get the hint," he said softly. Simmons scoffed and started to make his way over to Quinn.

John listened on Simmons' blue-jacked phone as Simmons walked up to Quinn and shook his hand. Then he turned to find a good position for the snipers. Far away, obscure, and well hidden. He heard Simmons greet Quinn.

"How have you been handling Carter?" Quinn asked him.

"I contacted some friends. They will take care of her," Simmons said with an ease that made John uneasy.

"Good. Now when you called you seemed nervous," Quinn noted.

"I've been following Carter," Simmons began. "She knows that you killed Szymanski."

John heard Quinn pause just as he found the sniper. Hidden in a second story building just across the street. As far as he could tell, there was only one sniper.

"Does she know who helped me cover it up?" Quinn finally asked.

John walked across the street in a way that didn't attract attention to himself, and went around the to back exit so that the sniper wouldn't see him coming.

"No, But she's getting close," Simmons answered.

"well then it's a good thing that she's being taken care of," Quinn said. "Now there's another matter to discuss."

"What's that?" Simmons asked.

"A man has been following me today," Quinn began. "You have any news on that guy in the suit?"

"Other than him screwing up our projects over the last two years? Nothing," Simmons answered just as John found the room that the sniper was in. "Trust me if I had, he'd be out of the picture. Permanently."

"Somehow, I don't believe you," Quinn said, the coldness back in his voice.

That must have been the signal because that was when the man started to pull the trigger. John grabbed the sniper's shoulders and yanked him back just as the man fired, causing the shot to miss its intended target. The man was caught off guard as John's grip closed around the barrel of the gun. The two men fought to get control the gun. John finally managed to tear the gun from the other man's hands and sent his fist flying into the guys chin. His head snapped back and the man crumpled to the ground, out cold.

John went to the window and looked around for Quinn, thinking that he might be able to shoot him in the leg and disable him long enough to get down there. But he didn't see Quinn. He looked in the spot where he and Simmons had been talking but didn't see him. He did see Simmons laying face down on the ground.

XxXxXx

As soon as Wonder Boy had hung up on him, Fusco looked around and watched his partner. He knew he had to tell her about Terney. He stood up and walked over to her desk.

"Carter, we need to talk," he said.

"Hang on, let me finish this," she replied absent-mindedly.

"Carter," Fusco repeated a little more firmly and she looked up. "We need to talk now."

She finally dropped what she was doing and stood up. They both walked into an empty office.

"You want to tell me what this is all about, Fusco?" she asked.

In answer he took out his phone and replayed the recorded phone conversation.
Did you take care of them? No, we tried but some guy was with them, attacked us. Was this guy wearing a suit? Yeah. Then I think it's safe to assume we were attacked by the same guy. We need to get rid of him. And Simmons.
At that Fusco stopped the recording.

"That was Terney, talking to someone who hired that group to attack us," he explained. "Terney's dirty. Cut and dried." Carter looked taken aback.

"When did you clone his phone?" she asked after a minute.

"Earlier today when he came in with his nose bleeding," he answered.

"And you didn't think to tell me earlier?" She asked angrily.

"I wasn't sure," he replied. "I didn't have anything to back it up, it was just a hunch."

"You knew enough to clone his phone," she shot back when all of a sudden her demeanor changed. "Wait a minute. Terney was in charge of Szymanski's investigation. He was the one who kept telling me the shooter ran out the back."

"You think he had something to do with Szymanski's murder?" Fusco questioned.

Before she could say anything they both heard a click and Fusco placed himself in front of Carter as they saw Terney standing at the door, pointing a gun at the both of them.

"Of course she thinks that, Fusco," Terney said, answering Fusco's question, who returned Terney's gaze unflinchingly. "She was always too smart for her own good."

XxXxXx

Finch sat at his computer listening to the detectives' conversation. His stomach dropped when he heard Detective Terney walk in one them and draw a gun on them.

"She was always too smart for her own good," he heard Detective Terney say.

Wasting no time, he called his partner in a panic.

"Mr. Reese, you'd better get to Carter and Fusco immediately," he said trying not to let his fear seep into his voice.

End notes: Sorry if the sniper part seemed rushed. I really tried to make it as realistic as possible.