Once A Rebel, Always A Rebel.

Discovering the Rebel

As Erin and Jay signed in at Platt's desk and headed upstairs to the bullpen. The two saw Voight already setting photo's on the board.

"Sarge, what's all this?"

   Jay questioned as he took a sip of his still quite hot coffee. "We have a case. His name is Nathan Anderson, he's has a long sheet. Mostly a drug dealer." Kevin spoke. "So this guy drugs do something?" Erin asked setting down her coat on her chair.  Moving her way to the board.

"Word is his drugs are dropping body's by the day." Voight explains. "He's been under cops raider for a while, it's time somebody snatch the son of a bitch." Voight then crossed his arms. "Uh..Sarge?" Adam Ruzek interrupts.

  "Yeah Ruzek?" "I went through his file and his wife is dead. Her name was Maria Jacobs Anderson. She has no sheet whatsoever and she's been clean her whole life." Ruzek explains. "Huh." Voight hums in thought.

   "Also I found out that Maria has a daughter. Her name is Elizabeth Anderson. 16 wasn't able to find anything on her sheet." "Oh uh about that." Antonio interrupts walking into the bullpen.

  "I have word from my CI saying that Elizabeth girl is no angel. She's been caught stealing stuff, passing around drugs, doing stuff like that. CI says that the residents there are starting to call her "La rebelde"  which means "The rebel" in Spanish." Antonio adds on. Setting photos of the girl on the board.

   "This girl sounds like very much the troublemaker to me." Kevin sighs. Voight slightly nods in agreement. "Alright, for now let's get some eyes on Anderson and if we bump into his daughter on the way we take her. If anything she might be the one to help us catch him, keep me posted." Voight orders in his raspy voice disappearing into his office.

  
               —(Elizabeth Anderson Pov )—
I woke up around 10am and I decided that I should put on something relatively nice today so I put on this.

After I put on my clothes I neatly tied up my hair into a ponytail with 2 strands of my blonde hair lose to give my outfit style and to make it look gorgeous of course.

"Alright I'm ready." I mutter to myself. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to see my father making breakfast. "Morning dad." I said yawning and stretching. "Morning, sweet-face we have big day today. A lot of product to pass around. You think you can handle it?" Nathan asked as he continued to get ready. Grabbing everything he needed.

    "Yeah dad definitely. I just gotta grab a quick snack." I said. I went into our pantry and found a bag of purple Doritos. I smiled and grabbed the bag, I also got took out my bottle filled with ice cold water and ice cubes in it also it was at least 90 degrees outside and I wasn't trying to melt. I nodded so he knew I was ready to go. We walked to the car and headed to the neighborhood where we usually deal out the good stuff. 'We are about to make so much money!' I thought to myself. Dad dropped me off at one spot with his product and I began passing it around to the people I know.

   Until I heard the word "cops!" And "Oh damn! It's the police!"

   I had a solid 25k in a plastic bag a 100k worth of dope in a black bag. I began running as fast I as I could 'Those cops don't know who the hell I am!' I thought bravely, a lot of people know me as "La Rebelde." Meaning The Rebel. It was a simple name that I came up with myself because I don't want my actual name coming out anybody's dirty mouth. I began hearing the sirens closer so I ran faster I put on my hoodie and threw a mask on as well.

I knew I had to be quick or else I'd get caught by those stupid police until I heard "Corre, no vuelvas atrás!" It was one of my boys screaming at me to "Run, and don't turn back."I knew those cops had to be different. I hid in some bushes and listened closely. As I saw a cop in 50's-60's talking to one of my boys that said that.

  "Whomever you just told to run and not turn back, you best hope we don't find them. Now tell me where is Anderson!"

   I hear a gravely, rough voice yell. 'Who the hell is that?' I wonder. 'And why are they looking for my dad? I thought he played it low. And "kept the product going" ' I had to help him. But it seemed wrong to, but I had to it felt important. So I snuck out and threw a glitter bomb, a classic jokester prank. "Hah!" I hear my boy laugh as he began to run with the cuffs on. He knew it was me.

  He just rather not say. I tripped and made a "oof" kinda noise that attracted other police. I got up and started running again until I then heard very heavy, you can call it large footsteps behind me. I began moving faster until I was grabbed. "OI LET GO!" I yelled "Sarge! I got somebody!" I hear a guy above me yell. I see the same man I hit with the glitter bomb. I keep my mask up and hoodie up just to hopefully keep low profile.

   "Huh, who's this?"

   The man asks putting his hands in his front pockets. "I dunno but we're about to find out another man says. He looks like one of those kids a frat party or something. He walk towards me and takes off my hood and rips my mask off. "No need to be so damn harsh." I barked.

  "Well, if I'm not seeing things this is Elizabeth Anderson."

   The man holding me says. "How the fuck you know my name?" I asked coldly. "Language." The other one said. I simply rolled my eyes and kept the bags behind my back. "What's that your hiding eh?" The frat boy looking cop asks.

"None of your concern or business. Officer." I spat. The person I hear as "Sarge" walks up to me and snatches the bags from my hands. "No need to get so handsy." I muttered. He and the frat boy looking cop looked through the bags and saw the money and dope. "Well well, we were told that you were trouble but damn kid, caring drugs around like this is something else, your coming with us." Another guy said he looked Hispanic or some shit. At this very moment I really knew I was screwed!