A/N: You guys will probably notice that the title here says "End" right after I just put "Part 1". I assure you I'm not getting lazy. If you played the game and don't remember, this was a really small part in the game as well, only taking place in the hospital. Not to mention it was mostly gameplay, not story. Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and look forward to Day 5!


Daniel sat by his messy desk, absentmindedly tapping a finger on his arm rest as he stared at a wooden picture frame propped in front of him. The picture within

showed himself, Lorraine, and Ben last year, before the divorce, in Central Park on a sunny Saturday. Lorraine was sitting on a park bench with Ben sitting next to

her, and Daniel standing behind them, one hand on his son's head. The three of them were really happy that day, especially Ben. Lorraine was a gem to look at, with

her casual blue t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was let down in braids, and she wore a simple, thin gold necklace. She looked so normal, but that's one of the

things that Daniel was attracted to. She didn't need to try to make herself look pretty; she just was.

As he stared at the picture, he became conscious of the mess that occupied his desk. He remembered how he would have stupid fights with her over things like him

being disorganized, or leaving the toilet seat up, or how he came home late from work so much. He remembered how important those issues were at the time, and

how angry he used to get.

His thoughts then went back to the day of the Central Park Massacre, where Lorraine died. Aya did her best to try to save those people, but it wasn't enough and he

knew that it tore away at her. That's just the kind of person she was. Aya never knew what it meant to give up, always pressing on even when things got too difficult.

She was always like that, before and now. Aya's a special kind of person that you don't see too often. She has a huge heart, and always wants to do what she can to

help others. She wanted to be a cop for this one wish, and she was damn good at it. Daniel smiled lightly when he remembered back to the day they first met.


It was about 6 months ago, during the summer months. Baker called him into his office and told him right out of the blue that he would be partnered up with the

newest recruit. Daniel objected, of course, saying that he was too old to play babysitter. But the Chief didn't want to hear it, so he called her in. When the door

opened, in came Aya, dressed in her soon to be iconic black denim jacket, white under shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. She looked Japanese and her blonde hair shone

from the exposed sunlight through the window, her ocean blue eyes shimmering with the same kind of anticipation and anxiety all new recruits tend to have. To say

the least, Daniel wasn't too impressed. The girl looked no bigger than 5' 5, her arms and legs were thin, and she couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. Daniel was

actually expecting this to be some kind of joke, but then again Baker wasn't exactly known for his sense of humor. When she introduced herself, Daniel couldn't help

but feel like she might faint at any moment. She stuttered a lot, made little eye contact, and kept shifting her feet like she was afraid of getting punished. Daniel kept

thinking that this had to be a bad joke. There's no way that this little girl can survive the mean streets of New York as a cop.

As the days quickly passed, Daniel got to know his new partner more and more. Her parents died when she was little, and she jumped from foster home to foster

home after that. In 1992, when she turned 20, she was accepted into the University of Virginia where she studied criminology for 2 years. Still, Daniel wondered if she

was really cut out for this line of work. The past few days have been somewhat quiet, so he worried about her falling into some kind of lull before anything major

happened. She spent most of the time silent. She wasn't really anti-social, but she didn't seem that forthcoming either. She spoke and smiled and laughed, but it was

more reactionary than initiative. Would this make her the shy type? He wasn't sure, and it only made him worry more. How dependable could she be when things got

hairy? Could he really trust someone like that?

About two weeks after Aya joined the force, she and Daniel were sitting by their desks filling out some paperwork when Warner came up to them in a panic. "Daniel!

We got something big! There's a robbery going down!" he yelled out in a hurry. Daniel nodded his head at Warner, standing up as he grabbed his brown over coat.

"Right! Aya, let's go!" he exclaimed. Aya looked at him with slight shock, nodding her head slowly. "Uh…right." she muttered, following him out of the precinct. They

jumped into their patrol car, with Daniel driving of course, and sped out onto the streets with their lights shining and horns blaring.

They followed Warner's car into a blockaded intersection, with seven or eight other patrol cars dispersed on the street in front of a large bank. Some of the patrol cars

were pockmarked with bullet holes, the officers hiding behind them, gunshots ringing out as the robbers and cops alternated shots at each other. Daniel and Aya

quickly got out of their car and hid behind it, their guns out. Daniel watched Warner hide behind his car next to them, pulling out his gun as well. "How many are

there?!" Daniel shouted out to him as a few shots bounced around his car. Warner shook his head, returning fire. "We're not sure! Maybe about 10! We can't get

close!" he shouted back. Daniel bit back a curse, risking a look over his car's rear. The windows of the bank were all smashed in and the lights were out. He could

make out a few shadows inside, but nothing too clear. "Hostages?!" he asked, to which Warner nodded. "Yeah! About 18! Customers and employees! We tried

negotiating with them, but it broke quick and they started firing on us!" Daniel sighed, shaking his head again. "Idiots. Don't they know we have the whole place

surrounded? They're not getting away." he muttered, looking over at Aya.

Aya spent the whole time huddled down next to Daniel, remaining quiet. At first he wondered if she was afraid, but then he noticed a certain look in her eyes that

made him question if she had a plan. She looked up at him, her blue eyes shining slightly. "Daniel, I need you to cover me." she told him, her voice sterner than what

it had been. "What are you planning?" he asked her, checking his gun one last time. She opened the passenger door when he asked, rummaging through a duffle bag

she brought, pulling out a flash grenade and a smoke grenade. Daniel's jaw dropped at the sight. "What are you planning to do with those?" he asked her cautiously,

to which she grinned and winked. "You'll see." she replied. And before he could say another word, she ran around him, towards the bank. Cursing out, he stood up

over the car and started firing his gun at the robbers; the other officers firing as well as Aya ran across a modern no man's land. Daniel kept thinking that he would

see her fall down any moment, but she kept on going, bullets flying over her as the robbers fired back.

When she was half way toward the bank, she pulled the pins and threw the grenades right into the open windows, and a second later a bright light erupted out of it

with a loud bang, followed by a billow of dark smoke. Not missing a beat, Aya ran into the smoke, gunshots ringing out from the panic. Cursing, Daniel ran around his

car and headed toward the bank, the other officers following close behind. They split off and took cover on both sides of the entrance, the smoke making it impossible

to see inside. "Aya!" Daniel shouted out when the gunshots suddenly died down. Daniel was feeling nervous when no one replied and was about to run in when he

heard a terrified yell, one of the robbers stumbling out of the smoke passed them. Before anyone could react to the robber, there was another shout as Aya jumped

out from the smoke, spun once in the air and planted her left foot right into the robber's face! The force of the jump kick lifted the robber a few inches from the

ground, forced him to spin like a rag doll, and plop right back onto the concrete on his back spread eagle, knocked out cold, an imprint from the bottom of Aya's

sneaker covering his mask. Daniel and the other officers did nothing but stare at Aya with their jaws hanging down. Sighing out from the effort, she turned to her

fellow officers and noticed the shocked looks they gave her. Her cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment as she placed a hand behind her head, laughing out.

"Wow, that was kinda reckless, huh?" she exclaimed.

There was a silent pause between them when the smoke finally cleared out. Daniel and the other officers slowly looked into the bank to see that the other robbers

were all unconscious. Most of them were sprawled on the floor in random poses, two of them were hanging over desks and one, though Daniel had no idea how, went

right through a wooden door with his lower half facing them. After the officers took a moment to let this sink in, they all slowly looked back at Aya, their jaws still

dropped. Aya was clearly nervous from this strange behavior and chuckled some more in embarrassment. "Uh… sorry?" she said uncertainly. It was then that the

officers suddenly cheered out, causing Aya to jump on the spot. Daniel walked up to her and slapped a large hand on her shoulder, almost knocking her over while

grinning like mad. "I can't believe you did that! You took down all those robbers alone! Was your plan to charge them the whole time?!" he asked excitedly. She

looked up at him, still blushing. "I don't know! I kinda just made it up as I went!" she confessed, laughing out as well.

Thankfully, none of the hostages were hurt and all the robbers were arrested with no injuries or casualties on either side (well, except for the robbers getting their

asses kicked). Chief Baker was happy with the positive press, Daniel got to see what his partner was really made of, and Aya became more open and friendly with

everyone. Whoever made up that old saying "don't judge a book by its cover" was a genius as far as Daniel was concerned. Over the next six months, the duo went

on to solve more crimes and kick more ass, and eventually they became known as the "father-daughter team of precinct 17."


Daniel leaned back against his chair, staring up at the ceiling. The both of them were in some sticky situations before, but they always made it through unscathed,

especially Aya. No matter what happened, even if things seemed hopeless, she always managed to pull through somehow, and she only got stronger for it. If anyone

can get through this ordeal, it was her. He believed in her with every fiber of his being. She told him she would come back, so he knew that it would happen. It was as

simple as that.

At that moment, Maeda walked into the office area, walking up to Daniel. Daniel looked over at him, noticing his grim expression. "Nothing yet?" he asked, to which

Maeda shook his head. Daniel's face dropped as he sighed. He stood up and placed a hand on Maeda's shoulder. "It'll be alright. Did Warner speak to you yet?" he

asked. Maeda sighed as well, nodding his head. "Yes. But shouldn't we wait a bit longer?" he asked, to which Daniel shook his head. "No. We can't waste more time

than we have already. Don't worry too much, Maeda. Let's get going. We have a certain mad doctor we need to see."

With that said, the two of them made their way out of the precinct, the sun shining brightly over head, but somehow it was also grim and lonely. They stepped into a

patrol car and drove off toward the Museum of Natural History.

The jet crash on top of St. Francis Hospital was heard all over the island, but when the officers went to investigate, Aya was nowhere in sight. Every able bodied officer

was searching the city for her with no luck, and the cause seemed more and more hopeless. For the past 36 hours, Aya Brea has gone missing.