Chapter 7

We pulled into the parking lot of old amusement park. It was creepy, and quiet. The wooden ticket booths had trees growing through them and falling apart. The paint was peeling off of everything, giving it an added freak factor.

"I haven't been here since I was kid." Elliot mumbled.

"Me either," I whispered. This park has been condemned and closed for forty years now. I use to come here to escape my mother when she started getting more abusive. She would chase me but I could cut through the woods and make it here. This place always freaked her out, so it became my hiding spot.

"Elliot, what if She doesn't have the girls here?" I asked. If someone kills her while we are here and the girls are elsewhere we may never find them.

"They have to be, the first call traced back to here too." Elliot mumbled.

"Ready?" Fin asked.

"Hell yea." I nodded. We started back through the maze of broken rides and buildings. I remembered each one as I walked past them; each looking more and more intimidating.

Continuing farther into the belly of the beast I kept close to Elliot. This whole thing had me a bit on edge and I had this unconscious need to stay close to him.

Elliot was in the front next to Cragen. Even Cragen, had come out on this case. He too refused to stay back. He grabbed his gun from his drawer and stated "I'm driving," before leading the way to the cruisers.

I was behind them and Fin and Munch were bringing up the rear. I was in the middle and I knew that it was an attempt to keep me out of harm's way. They had kept me in the middle of themselves in any situation that could be considered even the slightest bit dangerous for the last two months. To them, just leaving the precinct was dangerous.

"The Ferris Wheel is just around this corner," I whisper and the boys nodded as we approached the corner.

We round the corner and Kathy is standing in front of us, her back facing us. As we got closer she turned around and four more people came out the bushes. We all stopped when we noticed they all had guns in their hands.

"Well, well, well." Kathy laughed. She looked terrible, her hair was a mess and she was wearing too little clothing for March. She was thin and had the general look of a druggy. I was willing to bet that is someone was to check her fingertips they were burnt and scarred over.

"I figured you wouldn't bring the runts," she took a deep breath, "Janelle, Sharon!" she called and two more people walked out of the bushes, this time each holding one of my girls; a knife held to their throats. The smaller woman had Kathleen and the larger had Maureen. Both of the girls had tear tracks running down their faces and they looked scared. My heart ached for my girls and I could my own tears in the backs of eyes. I blinked keeping them at bay.

"Kathy, what the hell is going on? Why do you want my kids?" Elliot asked, his anger boiling. I could see the dark red flush creeping up his neck, towards his face. He was visibly shaking and his jaw was clenched.

"Well for one, they are not your kids, they are our kids, and for two, I want them; all of them." she sneered scratching at the crease in her elbow.

I looked at Elliot and then to Sharon and Janelle. I looked back to him and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. The girls were about six inches shorter than the women holding them. We raised our guns and fired at the same time putting a bullet in the foreheads of the women. The girls turned tail and ran into the surrounding forest.

The others saw what happened and they all turned to us, guns pointed.

We hid behind what we could and when we stuck our heads up they fired. They were hiding too and we were all running out of ammo.

"Elliot! Are you okay?" I saw him hit the ground and dropped next to him. He had put a hand over the hole in his thigh and looked up at me. "I'm fine. GET HER. Get our kids," he practically ordered.

"I plan to," I kissed his head, internally smiling at how he said our kids again. It gave me butterflies every time he said it.

The sound of all the different gun firing was deafening. The whole area smelled of gunpowder and I could hear the muted moans and groans from the ones we had hit.

We had losses of our own too. Elliot sat with a round in his thigh, Cragen took a round to the shoulder and Munch was out of ammo. He was working on getting Cragen and Elliot's bleeding to stop.

A few more shots and my gun clicked. We had managed to incapacitate most of the people but there was still Kathy and one of her accomplices. I was trying to figure out what to do next when I moved my leg and realized I had my back up pistol on my ankle.

I held my back up to Fin, "Our only chance is going to be run out there. Do you still have any rounds left?" he nodded. I knew no one liked my plan but no one else any better ideas.

"Ready?" Fin asked, he was just as anxious as we are and I knew he wanted Kathy just as dead as we did.

"Let's go," Before I could move though, Elliot put a hand on my shoulder.

'Liv, please be careful when you go out here, I just got you back,"

"I'll do my best," I say before I take off with Fin, not giving him a chance to protest what I had said.

Fin and I ran out and Kathy was standing there, a gun pointed at Kathleen. "You look just like her," she scoffed. "How is that? You are the ugly duckling of the clan aren't you? You know that you were a mistake? I meant to have you aborted before your father found out but I didn't have the chance."

"Kathy!" Fin called. She turned around and saw us walking towards her.

"Well, did you finally decide to stop being such pansies and come out to the fight?" she chuckled.

"No, I came out to get my kids back,"

"Your kids?" she out right laughed. "They are not your kids, and they never will be." I heard Fin struggling with the last accomplice behind me and I was getting closer to Kathy.

She raised her gun to me and I raised mine to her. She managed to fire first and felt the bullet sear through my stomach. I fell backwards and cursed.

"Dammit, that just healed." I looked for my gun but it was nowhere to be found. Kathy walked up holding her shoulder. I grinned inwardly, I had hit her and it would kill her if she didn't go to a hospital soon. Then again, I was going to die if I didn't get to a hospital soon. She pointed her gun down at me and I closed my eyes.

TBC