Unfortunate Events: An SVU Fanfiction (The Sequel)

I Remember What You Did

Carolynn's POV:

I wake up to my moms scent. She always smells like tea tree oil. Considering she uses hair products that contain tea tree oil. I actually liked that scent. Her arm is placed around me. I flinch a little to wake her up. Which she does.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine. I'm alive that's all that matters right."

"Yeah, baby that's all that matters."

"Where is mama Liv?"

"She's out she had to go back to work."

My mom holds me tighter in her arms while stroking my hair. In walks in my godmother Taylor. Without a hello, she starts talking.

"Olivia has lost her damn mind."

My mom quickly gets up and says

"What do you mean?"

"She's going to kill people. She-"

She interrupts herself and says.

"You know what just call your wife before she does something she regrets."

Olivia's POV:

Doors are the worst. They interrupt your entrance. That's how I felt when I stormed into the precinct. Before I could even converse with anybody. I'm interrupted.

"Olivia no this is not our case. This is for the FBI."

Says an already frustrated Cragen.

"Well, I don't care."

"Olivia! Go home."

"Captain. Hear me out. All the victims were children of same-sex couples."

He lets out a sigh.

"I guess we can work around that. But I still don't want you on it."

"Captain I promise I won't kill anybody unless they are putting others in danger."

Before he could give me the right away I was gone. I step outside it's already dark. The gunman was never caught. How does a man with an automatic rifle get past the SWAT team? But I got a lead. I pull up to an apartment building. It's raggedy and unkempt. There's paint peeling from the wall. Red spots on the floor. Which I'm sure is blood. I make my way to apartment 2C. I knock on the rusty door and wait for a response. A tall caucasian man opens the door. Dark-haired with brown eyes.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Lucas Johnson."

He gives me a confused look.

"Well, I don't know a Lucas Johnson. But I'm Jackson Doe."

"Okay, I need to ask you a few questions anyway. May I come in."

He starts to look annoyed.

"Well fine come in."

He walks me into his rundown apartment. He points to a stained couch offering for me to take a seat. I see how dirty it is so I kindly declined.

"So Mr.Johnson. Did you hear about the shooting that happened today?"

He leans back into his chair.

"Yes at the school."

"You know what I'm gonna cut the bullshit. Did you kill 15 innocent children? And don't forget injured 15 more. One of them being my daughter."

I clearly struck a nerve because he shoots out of his seat and shouts.

"She is not your daughter!"

"You're the reason, MY daughter wakes up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. And you're not Jackson Doe."

He gets more angry at me. Which makes me happy.

"I -I taught her the right way."

"So the right way is your fist right?"

He becomes violent and swings a punch at me. I dodge it grab his hand and bend it forward slightly breaking it. Before I could kill him there's a knock at the door.

"Olivia its me baby what is going on?"

She picks the lock and swings open the door. I hear her footsteps come closer. She stands in front of us in shock.

"Olivia I thaught something happened to you. You scared me."

She then notices Lucas. He gives her a sinister look. She grabs her gun and points it at him. I let go of his broken hand. I try to calm my angry wife. God knows what he did to her let alone her daughter. I step closer to her and grab her hand pushing the gun away. Her body limped. Before I could process everything. He charges for my wife. I am pushed away. He grabs my wife's neck attempting to kill her. I try to find the gun that was dropped I cant find it for the life of me. Instead I find a metal rod. I pick it up and use all of my strength and hit him in his back. Causing him to let go of her. I drop the metal rod and put my hands up as police walks in.

"He was hurting my wife and I'm a cop."

Monique and I walk out and head back to the hospital to stay with our child.

This chapter is probably short and terrible but I've been busy. I'm also suffering from writers block. I'm welcome to Ideas. Adios!