Juliet and Juliet?

Chapter 15

Olivia readjusted her position to cover Alex, providing as much protection as her body would allow. She raised her right hand into the SUV, her aim directly pointing at the unseen driver's head.

"Olivia, get in."

"Porter?" asked a confused Olivia.

"You can thank me later, just get in before you get us all killed," Agent Dean Porter drolly instructed.

Olivia got to her knees, no easy task considering the discomfort she was in and helped Alex to crawl into the back of the vehicle, keeping as low as possible. She instructed Alex to keep her head down and covered the ADA's upper body with her own as Porter thew the car in gear and sped off.

The two masked gunmen opened fire as the SUV approached them, Porter headed straight for one of the masked men and gunned the engine. The man stood his ground firing a constant burst at the SUV but nothing seemed to penetrate the car's exterior. He flung himself to his right, the car clipping his side mid motion and he howled in pain before landing on the ground.

The other gunman ran over to him, firing his gun in the direction of the Tact Team agents who were fast approaching. "How bad are you hurt?" he demanded.

"Broke my leg and some ribs I think, help us up Sean," asked the man with an Irish lilt to his voice.

Connors looked down at the man then at the advancing agents, "Sorry Cousin."

Patrick Connors pulled off his woolen mask to look his Cousin straight in the eyes, "You can't leave me Sean, we're family for Christ's sake,"he pleaded.

"Which is why you know I have to do this," reasoned Connors as he spun his hand with the weapon and fired. He heard the thud as his cousin's body fell fully onto the ground. He stole a glance at the agents, turned and ran in the direction of his vehicle, weaving his way in and out of cars for cover.

The two agents reached Patrick Connors, kicked his weapon out of range and checked for a pulse. The blood from the bullet hole in his head flowed freely, Agent Luker radioed for medical support. As he finished he was joined by the response team and a familiar figure, "Detective Stabler."

Elliot nodded his head at the ESU agent in response then looked at the bleeding gunman on the ground, "Who's he?" he panted, "It isn't Connors," he stated, as he bent down for a closer look at his face.

"No idea, but we didn't take him down," he paused at the look n Elliot's face, "his partner did."

Elliot's eyes widened, "Connors?" he asked.

Luker shrugged, "Who else would take him out. Somebody sure as Hell didn't want him talking to anyone."

"What about Benson and Cabot?" he asked having noted the open doors revealing an empty ambulance as he had raced past. "The black SUV that sped off, is that one of yours?" he asked hopefully. He had turned the corner in time to see the vehicle swerve, stop and drive off at high speed.

Luker pointed to the mangled SUV in front of him, "No Detective. That was one of ours." he said somberly.

"Then who's in the black SUV?"

Luker looked him straight in the eye, "I have no idea."

The back of the SUV was quiet as Olivia held Alex down protectively. Her mind was racing, 'Porter? Dean Porter? That son of a bitch,' she thought. The last case hey had worked together had been an emotional roller coaster for the Detective.

She had trusted Porter, she had no reason not to. She had known him for three years, he'd been her handler when she was deep cover with the Eco Activists and he'd gotten federal charges against her dropped for aiding her fugitive half brother, Simon. On their last case together he had covered up a double homicide and made it look like a sex crime, bugged their phones and tampered with evidence and walked away.