FanFic: Fall of the Sith Chapter 6: Epilogue

So I have no idea how I forgot to post the epilogue to this FanFic with the rest of the story. Anyways, this is the short epilogue of Fall of the Sith. Enjoy!

Thousands of Jedi and civilians lined the streets of Coruscant the evening after the battle on Rakata Prime to pay their respects to Vulcan Gunner. His casket was led by a group of horses supporting it while Solin and Sabe' acted as pallbearers for extra support of the casket. Vulcan was dressed in Jedi robes with the hood raised on his head. The casket gave the impression that Vulcan was drowning within it. His robes were fanned out apporiately to continue the illusion that he was drowning. In his hands, Vulcan carried the lightsaber given to him by his best friend and brother so many years before.

The majority of the attendants watched along the side of the street as the casket was taken from the church were the funeral was held to the gardens of the Jedi Temple, a track of about a mile. They had been told they were attending the funeral of Jedi who had fallen but was ultimately redeemed by his best friend and that he was being given a hero's funeral. The Jedi had said he deserved this kind of funeral because by being redeemed, he prevented another war like the one so recently ended by the Separtists and had helped the Republic avoid a period of darkness. The citizens watched somberly as the procession following the casket passed in front of them.

Leading the group was the group of five Jedi who had accompanied Solin and Sabe' on the mission to Rakata Prime. All of them had the hoods of their cloaks up in respect to Vulcan. Following them were members of Solin and Vulcan's families; their parents, siblings, and various other relatives. After the family, Chancellor Nvled Jear, dressed in white robes of supreme elegance and Captain Menousek, dressed in robes of black, rivaling those of her former mentor Mobbs, led members of the Senate through the procession. Finally, the rest of the Jedi who had been spread throughout the galaxy during the assault on the Temple made up the rest of the procession.

Once they reached the Jedi Temple, which was under reconstruction following the attack on it, Solin and Sabe' led the procession to the gardens outside the council chambers. As soon as everybody was settled into the garden, Solin raised his hand and slowly lifted Vulcan's casket from the ground. Solin then guided the casket into the ground where a hole had been already made where Vulcan would be put to rest. As he guided the casket down, the casket closed and sealed Vulcan behind it. After a few moments, the casket was buried in the ground and Sabe' took over the covering of it. Solin stepped back and watched Sabe' use the Force slowly to cover Vulcan's casket, tears streaming down his face. Once Sabe' was done, he stepped back and stood next to Solin. Together, as one, hundreds of lightsabers suddenly ignited. Blue, green, violet, orange, yellow, gold, and other color blades suddenly lit the gardens around them. Following Solin's lead, each of the Jedi lifted their lightsaber in tribute to their fallen hero...

The day after Vulcan was laid to rest, a ceremony was held to recognize each of the Jedi that had successfully ended the war and virtually wiped out the Sith on Rakata Prime. All six of them were awarded the Cross of Glory, the highest honor the Republic can bestow. In addition to awarding the Jedi, Chancellor Jear made some announcements about the future of both the Senate and the Jedi Order. Bazila Trebreh, a human female that had originally served as a guard in the Senate, had been found to have Force potential and had already given some powers. Now that she has returned to Coruscant, the woman who discovered her potential, Elocin Trahkrik, would take her as her personal apprentice. Y'not Yorbn, Bazila's partner, was going to be taken as Ngema Resor's apprentice. Ngema had also been named as a Jedi Knight, meaning that her training as a Jedi was complete. Her master, Keira Port, was now promoted to the role of Jedi Master and was given a seat on the Jedi Council. Keira's master, Solin Malice, was given something not even he dreamed he would get. Solin had been through a lot during his time as a Jedi: he had discovered that his once best friend had created the Sith, the most deadly form of Dark Jedi in existence; he had successfully helped retake Naboo when the Malastarian Separtists had blockaded and invaded it; he went after the Sith himself, alone, on Malachor V and had been turned into one of them by Vulcan, who had prayed on his weaknesses in order to turn him; he had led the assault on the Jedi Temple after it was discovered that he had falled to the Dark Side; he was redeemed shortly after the assault on the Temple by his former master, his former apprentice, and his apprentice's own pupil; he helped arrest Senator Mobbs who, it turned out, had been the Sith Lord known as Xantos Inte' and was Vulcan's own apprentice; he then lead the rest of his party to Rakata Prime where the Sith and Separtists were held up; finally, he sacrificed himself to be taken away by his old friend Vulcan in an attempt to distract his friend and any surviving Sith from the battle that had taken place on Rakata Prime and succeeded in redeeming Vulcan shortly before his death. Because of all he had done during his time as a Jedi, Solin was promoted to Grand Master of the Jedi Order. With this title, Solin now had direct command over the entire Jedi Order and was considered the most powerful of all the Jedi. Solin announced that he would rebuild the Jedi Order and with the help of the citizens, make the Republic stronger than it had ever been before. Chancellor Jear then revealed that he was retiring from politics at the end of his term, stating that he wished to return to his original roots as a Jedi Knight, a revelation that shocked the majority of the people attending the ceremony. Once the ceremony was over, Solin led the way back to the Jedi Temple, knowing that all was well for him and the rest of the Jedi...

Revenge

This is a short story about a man seeking revenge on his mortal enemy after twenty years that a friend asked me to write. Enjoy!

Alejandro Cortez snuck into the mansion of his mortal enemy, Rafael Montero. Twenty years before, Montero had killed Cortez's best friend, Jaren, in an attempt to draw out Cortez, whom had worked for Montero before and was believed to be the spy that brought about Montero's downfall. Cortez swore revenge on Montero before he was captured by Montero's men who held him prisoner for twenty years before he escaped, having learned that Montero had returned to California.

Montero had long believed that Cortez had perished in prison and expected to hear nothing about him for the rest of his life. As he met with his security chief, Captain Harrison Love, he walked to a part of the room where Cortez hid himself in the shadows.

"I said I'll find him," Love was saying. "That means I will."

As Love finished speaking, Montero was walking directly in front of where Cortez was hiding. Seeing his advantage, Cortez drew his sword and pointed it at Montero's throat.

"Perhaps I can save you the trouble," he said.

Seeing that Montero had a sword to his throat, Captain Love made to grab his gun. Before he could fully draw it though, Cortez yelled at him, "Go on, reach for it, Captain!" Love hesitated, sensing that he would not be able to move fast enough.

"Who are you?" Montero asked.

"I warned you long ago, Rafael, you would never be rid of me."

Montero was suddenly hit with a realization. He hadn't heard that voice in twenty years and recognized it at once. "Cortez?"

Cortez stepped out of the shadows and stared into the eyes of his enemy. "Rafael," he said in acknowledgment.

"So, my men lied to me in order to protect you. They told me you were dead."

"I imagine it must have been difficult for them to keep track of who had been killed and who hadn't. They couldn't remember whether or not they had killed me so of course they told you that I was dead."

"Either way, it's of little consequence. Events have been set in motion which you cannot stop."

"I'm not here to stop you."

"Then what do you want?"

Cortez paused before answering. "You cannot imagine, Rafael, how I have dreamed of this moment, night and day, twenty long years. I'm here to take my revenge on you for taking my best friend away from me."

"Really? I haven't given you or Jaren a second thought. If I die, Cortez, the truth dies with me about what happened."

"We shall see," Cortez replied before taking his sword away from Montero's throat. He then turned to Captain Love. "Harrison, I see you're still working for Montero. Tell me, are you only working for Rafael this time, or are you still passing information to the authorities like last time?"

"What are you talking about, Cortez?" Rafael demanded.

"Well you see, Rafael, your most trusted advisor was the one who betrayed you, not me. You knew you could trust Love here for anything and he told you that I was the one who betrayed us. In reality, it was him. Love was working with the authorities the whole time and I imagine he still is."

Flushed by anger, Rafael drew his sword and threw it at Love. The sword impaled him the chest, killing him. Rafael then grabbed his sword out of Love and turned to Cortez, who was wearing a smile of satisfaction.

"Let us finish it, Rafael," he said. "Let us finish what we started, the night Jaren died."

With that, Rafael leaped forward and attacked Cortez. Cortez blocked his attack and pushed his enemy back. The two fought for some time, neither able to gain an advantage. At some point, Cortez lost his sword and was unable to reach it. As a result, he was forced to fight only with his hands.

Eventually, Rafael began to wear down. After missing Cortez, he raised his sword to strike down upon Cortez, which created an opening. Seeing the opening, Cortez punched Rafael in the stomach, distracting him long enough for Cortez to reach for his sword. He punched Rafael's elbow, releasing the sword Rafael was using. Cortez caught it and then lunged the sword through Montero's chest. Montero suddenly stopped as the pain within him registered. Cortez glared at his enemy as Montero collapsed to his feet, knowing that Jaren's death had been avenged. 

Princess Kaili

This is a story about a princess that I wrote for a friend. Enjoy!

Kaili the Princess sat in her dressing room, preparing herself for the big ball. Her parents, the King and Queen, were throwing this ball in celebration of Princess Kaili's 18th birthday.

As she prepared herself, her appearance transformed completely. Her hair, jet black, was put up in a manner never before thought possible. Her makeup glorified her beauty. Her black dress would make her stand out to those at the ball and would announce her presence. And then, there were her eyes.

If any of the guests were to stare at her eyes for too long, they would become transfixed by them. Her eyes would capture the attention of anyone and would make them see her for who she is, not what she had done.

Once she was done, Princess Kaili looked at herself in the mirror. As she looked at herself, she realized that no matter what anybody ever told her, she was beautiful, inside and out. Princess Kaili then turned around and slowly walked toward the door that would lead her to the stairs to take her down to the ball. She turned the doorknob and sighed heavily. Kaili the princess then opened the door and stepped not only into a celebration, but to a new chapter in her life.  

Hope

This is a poem about Hope that I wrote about for a friend. Enjoy!

What do you do when something causes you to lose all hope? You feel as if everything is lost in your life and you can't go on. The feeling of despair is darker than space and the light of hope is fainter than the faintest star.

You feel as if you can't go on. Your life is almost meaningless and there seems to be no way out. Fear has clouded your judgment. There is no chance of moving on.

But then you stop. You realize that whatever caused you to lose hope will make you stronger. Hope will come back to your life and will help make everything better. 

Halloween

This is a Halloween Short Story my dad requested that I write. Enjoy!

Halloween night, 2008. It had been thirty years since a mass murderer had begun a killing spree on Halloween night. Every year for ten years, the killer took one victim on Halloween night in and around Haddonfield, New Jersey. After each murder, the killer would send graphic letters to the police and media detailing how they had carried out each of the murders and their plans for additional killings. But after ten years, it all stopped. No more murders, no more letters. It seemed as if though the killer had either given up, was dead, or maybe had been captured.

However, thirty years to the day of the first murder, the police received a call from the local newspaper claiming a letter had been sent from the Halloween Killer. A detective, Sam Loomis, went to the newspaper to investigate the contents of the letter. The letter indeed proved to be from the killer, the writing style was the exact same as previous letters and was signed with the murderer's authentic signature. The letter also came with a photo of a man who appeared to be in his late fifties with a caption on the back saying that the man in the picture was the killer and he intended to strike again. Loomis deduced the killer would strike again that night and would expect to be captured or killed.

As he walked around the neighborhood where the majority of the murders had taken place, Loomis spotted two children, a boy and a girl, running out of a house, screaming. Loomis ran up to them and gestured them to him.

"Guys, over here! What happened?"

"He's trying to kill Laurie! He's trying to kill Laurie!" the boy shouted. The girl seemed too frightened to speak.

"Who is it?" Loomis cried.

"It's the Halloween Killer. He said that Laurie is the next person on his hit list!"

"Stay here, you two!" Loomis shouted. He pulled out his cell phone and gave it to the boy. "Take this cell phone and call the police. Tell them that Detective Loomis has located the killer and is going to try and take him down."

With that, Loomis ran into the house where the children had come running out. Once inside, he heard a scream coming from upstairs. Loomis ran up the stairs and stopped at the top, looking around for the source of the screaming. In the room closest to him, he saw a figure wearing a white mask trying to strangle a woman. Loomis assumed that this was Laurie and had to act quickly. Before he could however, the woman unmasked the figure. The figure pushed the woman back in order to put his mask back on. His head moved into the light shining through the window and in the split second that he saw his face, Loomis recognized him as the man in picture that was in the letter.

Loomis quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out his gun, and shot at the man. The man stumbled backward and remained standing, his breathing was quickening through the mask. Loomis ran into the room and stood in front of the figure in a combat stance, pointing his gun at the killer. The killer then made to move toward him and Loomis fired again. He had fired six shots before the killer fell backward off the balcony in the bedroom. Loomis heard the killer land on the ground outside with a thud.

Loomis then pulled his trigger again just in case and realized he was out of bullets. Beside him on the ground, the woman sat, crying and uncovering her ears.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Loomis lowered his gun and turned to face her. "Detective Sam Loomis. Are you Laurie?"

"Yes. Was that the Halloween Killer?"

"As a matter of fact, it was."

Pull Me Down

This is a song/poem that I wrote when I got bored in my Community Service class yesterday. It is meant to be from the perspective from someone who is fed up with someone else in their life criticizing their every move and they wake up to the fact that the only way to deal with it is to just move on. Enjoy!

You're judging me, like always

Everything I do is wrong in your eyes

All you do is criticize me

What the hell do you think is wrong with me?

I'm not gonna listen to you

Calling me out

And I won't let you pull me down

(Pull me down)

All you've ever done is yell at me

How am I supposed to do what you want when all you do is scream?

If you keep it up, I'll never respond

I'm not gonna listen to you

Calling me out

And I won't let you pull me down

(Pull me down)

I'm done with you

You can keep yelling at me, but I won't hear you

Don't try to apologize for what you've done

Nothing you say or do can fix you

I'm done listening to you

Calling me out

You will never pull me down

Pull me down

Unorthodox

This is a companion (not so much a sequel) to "Betrayal" and "Revelations" continuing the story of Detective Benson and Detective Scott. Enjoy!

Five years after being betrayed by his partner, Tobias Jones, Detective Elliot Benson entered Sheriff Hank Keough's office with his partner Detective Olivia Scott. Keough had called them in to his office to explain the events surrounding a rape/homicide that had occurred in the middle of the night the night before.

"What have you got?" Benson asked.

"Victim is a 29-year-old male," Keough replied. "He was a lawyer who had just started at a law firm. His social life implies that he was homosexual which would make since because the person who raped him was male. Cause of death appears to be strangulation."

"Got any names for possible male prostitutes?"

"None, I figured you two could go out and ask some of the local slime if they know anything."

Benson and Scott left Keough's office and headed to the slums of Miami where prostitutes could be found, even in broad daylight. As they searched around, Scott spotted a female who was dressed in a way meant to show off her body.

"Got one," she said, pointing to the woman.

The two approached the woman. She spotted them and made to turn away, as if she knew they were cops.

"Hold it! We're not with Vice!" Benson shouted to the woman. "We're detectives with the Special Victims Unit. We need your help looking for a suspect."

The woman stopped and turned to talk to the detectives.

"I'm Detective Benson and this is my partner Detective Scott. Can you tell us if there are many males working in the business?"

"Very few, I can only think of five or six."

"Any of them gay?" Scott asked.

"One. I don't know his name, but he calls himself FG."

"FG?"

"It means 'Fabulous Gigolo.'"

 

"So he is a gay male prostitute. Thank you very much," Benson said.

For the rest of the afternoon, the detectives questioned other women in the area. They all had similar answers, there were very few male prostitutes working in Miami and only FG was a homosexual. One of the women gave a name, Al Redfield. After questioning a dozen or so women, Benson and Scott returned to the Police Department. They presented Keough with the information they found.

"Well, I think given the fact that a dozen prostitutes only named one gay male prostitute, I think that she be enough to obtain a warrant. Find out where this Redfield lives and be prepared to take him down.

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The next afternoon, Benson and Scott arrived at the apartment of Al Redfield with the three other officers. They walked up the stairs to Redfield's level and once they reached his apartment, they got out their guns. After reaching for his gun, Benson slammed on the door of Redfield's apartment.

"Redfield! Police! Open up!" he shouted.

When they got no response, Benson nodded at one of the officers who used an object to break down the door. The officers raced inside and pointed their guns at locations in the apartment, making sure rooms were clear. Benson and Scott made their way to the bedroom. When they walked in, a man screamed effeminately and stood up from the side of his bed, his hands raised.

"Why did you break into my house?" he asked in a squeaky voice.

"Albert Redfield?" Benson asked.

"Yes, what's going on?"

Benson raced forward, roughly turned Redfield around and put handcuffs on him.

"Redfield, you are under arrest for rape and murder."

"What?" cried Redfield. "I didn't kill anyone!"

"Sure you didn't," Scott said as Benson helped Redfield up, having cuffed him. "We just found a dead body raped by a man in an area where prostitution is common and several women told us you were the only gay male prostitute currently working."

The two detectives escorted Redfield out of the building, put him in their car, and drove him to the police station. Once at the station, they put him in the interrogation room and sat down to question him.

"Okay Redfield, you are the one responsible for the rape and murder of 29-year-old Stephen Gutierrez. Did you know this man?" Scott asked, pulling out a picture of the victim.

Redfield hesitated before breaking down into tears.

"Steve was one of my regulars!" he cried. "I thought we were going to start dating. We met together last night and he decided to break it off with me completely, he wanted nothing to do with me. I got angry. I knocked him unconscious and took him to my bosses' apartment. She told me that she would punish him but if I wanted him one last time, I could. So I took his unconscious body and had sex with it. He regained consciousness halfway through and tried to scream. My boss slapped him across the head and put a gag in his mouth. I finished and then she grabbed a gun and killed him. She dumped his body in the place where you found it."

After confessing, Redfield sat crying. Benson waited for him to control himself before continuing questioning.

"Mr. Redfield, who is the woman you work for?"

"Her name is Excella Valentine. You won't be able to find her though. The only way you can find her is if you talk to her boyfriend, who is also in the business."

"Describe the boyfriend."

"He's about 5' 1". Much shorter than her. His name is Bobby Goodwin."

"Thank you, Mr. Redfield." Benson said. He and Scott then left and presented their findings to Keough.

"Okay, run a background check on this Bobby Goodwin, find out where he lives, and I'll get a warrant."

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That evening, Benson and Scott arrived at Bobby Goodwin's house and banged on the door, demanding access. They got no response, so they split up to find another way in. Scott got in through the back door that was unlocked while Benson got in through an open window. The detectives met up in a hallway and searched around for Goodwin. They found him in his bedroom, fast asleep.

"Mr. Goodwin, wake up," Scott said, shaking him awake. Goodwin stood up and Benson pinned him to a wall, taking out his handcuffs and putting them on Goodwin.

"Who are you people?" Goodwin demanded.

"We sex crime detectives," Scott explained. "We have a warrant to take you in for questioning to locate your girlfriend, Excella Valentine."

The two of them led Goodwin out of the house and took him down to the station. They put him in the interrogation room and began questioning him.

"Do you know where Excella is, Mr. Goodwin?" Scott asked.

"No. And what the hell does she have to do with this?" Goodwin demanded.

"Your girlfriend faces charges of murder. She killed 29-year-old Stephen Gutierrez after allowing FG to have sex with his unconscious body."

Goodwin sighed. "I knew that she killed him. She called me and told me what happened after she hid the body."

"Do you have a cell phone?" Benson asked.

"Yeah, I have it with me here in my pocket."

"Hand it over to me."

Goodwin took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to Benson who took it and brought it to Keough's office while Scott remained with Goodwin.

"Mr. Goodwin, we are going to trace your last call to Excella and obtain a warrant to arrest her. You realize that she will likely face a life-term in prison as well as yourself for male prostitution?"

"Yes, I understand that."

"However, we may be able to grant you some immunity to lessen your sentence if you agree to testify against your girlfriend. Are you prepared to testify against Excella?"

"Absolutely. If it means I can get a lesser sentence, I'll make sure to help put her away."

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The next morning, Benson and Scott arrived with a team of officers at the abandoned tenements where Goodwin's phone traced his last call to Excella. They breached the entrance and searched the building for Valentine. Benson and Scott eventually found her in a room that had a mattress on the floor. When Valentine saw Benson and Scott enter the room with their weapons drawn, she jumped off her bed and ran for the kitchen area where she grabbed a gun. Quickly, and without thinking about it, Benson shot at Valentine's hand as she raised her gun. The gun was shot out of Valentine's hand while her hand remained uninjured. Before she could take off, two more officers entered the room and ran up to her, knocking her down and cuffing her.

The officers stood Valentine back up and walked her over to Benson and Scott. She was a very tall and muscular woman, she stood at about 5' 9". If she were seen standing next to her boyfriend, he would dwarf her by a large margin. As the officers brought her by Benson and Scott, Benson explained her situation.

"Excella Valentine, you are under arrest for the murder of Stephen Gutierrez." He then explained her rights as she began laughing. Once finished speaking, Benson asked her a question. "What is so funny?"

"Well, I am one crazy bitch!" she exclaimed gleefully.

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A year later, Valentine was handed her sentence in court. She was sentenced to life imprisonment for conspiracy to commit murder. Her boyfriend, Goodwin, testified against her and as a result, granting him some immunity for his involvement with prostitution.  Goodwin was handed a ten-year jail sentence and was required to undergo therapy during his imprisonment. Redfield was found not guilty by reason of insanity and was sentenced to spend at least five years in a rehabilitation center after which his case would be reexamined. As for Benson and Scott, they continued their jobs, becoming Top Elite Detectives of the Special Victims Unit of Miami. This new authority gave them both direct command over the SVU. Because of their dedication to the cause, the SVU of Miami was able to takedown several criminals and crime empires throughout the state of Florida. Everything was as it should be.

Revelations

This is a sequel to "Betrayal" where Detective Benson uncovers his former partner's past. Enjoy!

A week after discovering that his partner had been the ringleader in a plot to kill a woman in the Miami area, Detective Elliot Benson returned to work at the Miami Police Department, having spent the last week in the hospital recovering from being shot in the knee. Benson limped on his cane into Sheriff Hank Keough's office, where Keough and Detective Olivia Scott sat waiting for him. Benson sat down and Keough spoke.

"While you were in the hospital, we did interviews with Calita and Jericho after they were patched up," Keough said.

"And?" Benson replied.

"We found out that Jericho wasn't the ringleader of his crime empire. It turns out that he was the lieutenant of the leader and he did the majority of the crime lord's dirty work."

"Who is the crime lord?"

"Solomon Caine," Keough said. "Now, I want you on this case Benson and I'm assigning Olivia here to be your partner."

"Very well. Let's get to work Scott."

For the rest of the day, Benson and Scott did research on Solomon Caine. They questioned Jericho and Calita who both revealed that Caine's empire was based in Los Angeles. In addition, Calita heavily implied that Jones was somehow closely linked and possibly related to Caine. Benson contacted the LAPD and spoke with Detective Mark Kincaid, who was in charge of the investigation there and gave Kincaid details relating to Caine's whereabouts. Kincaid thanked him and informed Benson that the information was sufficient enough for them to locate Caine and take him down once they were done talking. After getting off the phone with Kincaid, Benson and Scott presented their findings to Keough.

"Well done, you two," Keough said when they had finished explaining everything they found out about Caine. "I think the two of you should travel to LA first thing tomorrow morning and see if you can get some answers from Caine himself."

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The following morning, Benson and Scott boarded the first flight out of Miami for LA. They arrived at 9 AM local time and headed to the LAPD. Once inside, they asked for Kincaid and were led into his office.

"Thanks to you Detective Benson, we were able to locate Caine's headquarters and successfully takedown every person who was in the building, including Caine himself," Kincaid explained once Benson and Scott sat down at his desk. "He has not yet been questioned. Would you like to speak with him yourself?"

"Absolutely," replied Benson.

All three of them stood up and Kincaid led them to the interrogating room where Benson and Scott waited for Kincaid to return with Caine. After a few minutes, Kincaid escorted Caine into the room. Caine looked like the typical criminal: bald head, arms covered in tattoos, a muscular build, his face looking as though it hadn't been shaved in weeks and the like. Kincaid sat Caine down in front of Benson and Scott.

"Solomon Caine, I'm Detective Benson, this is my partner Detective Scott, we are with the Miami PD," Benson said.

"Benson. Isn't that Jones' partner?"

"How do you know Tobias Jones?"

"Jones was a good friend of mine. He was my most trusted adviser back in France where I started my business," Caine explained. "When I came here, he decided to go undercover for me when we arrived in Florida and trained to be a police officer. I told him to stay there so he could keep an eye on Jericho for me. I trusted Jericho too, but I had suspicions that he would betray me."

"Why did you think he would betray you?" Scott asked.

"He became more distant with me once we arrived here. I think he had plans to take me out with Calita and then take over the business."

"Do you know who the woman is that Jones had killed?"

"Some bitch that Jones, Baccus, Jericho and I all dated at some point or another. She cheated on every one of us. I got over it pretty easily. Baccus and Jericho did too. But I think Jones was pushed over the edge because he thought she had really changed. When he found out that she had cheated on him, he called and told me what had happened. He said that he was going to contact Jericho and find out if it was the same woman we all had dated. After they killed her, Jones told me what had happened and that he had plans to frame his partner, Benson. I told him that was no chance he could do that and he told me to watch him."

"And was that the last time you spoke to him?"

"Yes," Caine replied. "Did he try framing you then?"

"He had no chance," Benson said. "I arrived to arrest Jericho after taking down Baccus and then Jones and Calita revealed themselves to me and explained everything except the fact that they all worked for you. Sheriff Keough and Scott here arrived in time to shoot Calita and Jericho, enough only to put them out of commission, before Jones recovered and shot me in the knee. I then grabbed my gun and shot him three times in the chest. He died almost instantly."

"I'm sorry to hear it. But it doesn't really matter now that you've all caught everyone in my empire. We were dying anyway and I was looking to get out of the business altogether and move on."

Benson and Scott then thanked Kincaid for allowing them to speak with Caine and left the department. They caught the next flight back to Miami and discussed what they had learned from Caine.

"You think he still had feelings for the girl?" asked Benson.

"I could tell that he does," replied Scott. "He also cared deeply for Jones. Maybe that is why he decided to get out of the business he was in. He probably realized that he cared too much about the people involved with it that he decided it was time for him to get out of it."

"Hopefully that will be enough to get him less time in prison than the rest of his crew since he was planning to move on with his life and start anew."

"Maybe. I know that the ones we have will definitely get a life sentence at least."

"And they'll deserve it. Caine wouldn't though because he wasn't a murderer. I could tell by the look on his face. We just have to wait and see."

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A month after finding out everything Benson and Scott could about the case, Caine was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for leading a crime faction. Back in Miami, Jericho, Calita, and Baccus were given life sentences. They would remain in prison, with the knowledge that they had murdered an innocent victim, forever. Meanwhile, Benson and Scott had moved on with their careers as detectives, remaining partners for quite some time and soon became the dynamic duo, successfully capturing hundreds of criminals and wiping out dozens of crime waves. All was well. 

Betrayal

This is a story about two detectives for a Special Victims Unit who investigate a case where something is revealed about one of the detectives. Enjoy!

Detective Elliot Benson and his partner, Tobias Jones, left the Miami Police Department in their vehicle, following orders from Sheriff Hank Keough for all available officers to be dispatched downtown. The police had received word that a murder had taken place in an old rundown apartment building. Benson drove himself and Jones in their SUV to the scene of the murder. Once they arrived, paramedics were carrying the body out of the apartment. The detectives approached them and showed their badges for identification.

"Detective Benson, Miami Police Department. My partner, Detective Jones," Benson said. "We're with the Special Victims Unit, can you tell us what happened?"

"There is evidence of a break-in," one of the paramedics answered. "Seems like the victim was raped and then severely beat to death."

"Any witnesses?" Benson asked.

"One. A ten-year-old boy named John said he saw two men enter the house and one woman driving a getaway car. He's over there," the paramedic replied, pointing at a boy, who was standing nearby."

"Okay, Jones, I got the witness, you handle everything else," Benson said. Jones nodded and led the paramedics to their vehicle. Benson then walked over to John. "John, I'm Detective Benson with the Miami Police Department, can you come with me to the station so you can tell me what you saw?"

"Where's my mom? That paramedic guy said she would be here!"

"We will get a hold of your mom, John and she will come and get you at the station. Can you come with me, please?"

John nodded and Benson led him to the SUV. They got in and Benson drove them back to the station, knowing Jones could get a ride from any of the other officers. Fifteen minutes later, they reached the station and Benson led John inside and sat him down in the questioning room. Benson turned on the recorder in the room at sat down.

"Okay John, how far away do you live from the house where the murder took place?"

"About a half mile," John replied. "My mom sent me to the grocery store and I was on my way there when I saw them leaving the house."

"Who were they? Did you recognize them?"

"I don't know who they were. There were two guys, one of them was wearing a long black coat and had sunglasses on. The other one was this guy who I knew."

"Who was it?"

"One of my mom's ex-boyfriends. He was not much of a guy. He had a really crappy job and I think he was a drug user, the way he acted all the time."

"John, what is his name? If you can give me his name, I can make sure that he is arrested and will stay in jail for a long time."

John hesitated for a moment before replying. "Baccus…. his name is Baccus."

"Is Baccus his first or last name?"

"His last name. His first name is John, but he always told me to call him Baccus."

"I know exactly who you are talking about John. And don't worry, I will find him and I will put him away for a very long time. He won't be able to hurt anyone else. Who was the third person?"

"I don't know, but I could tell that it was a woman based on her shadow."

With that, Benson turned off the recorder and led John to his office, where he left the boy, telling him that the rest of the department would soon return and that he was going to contact John's mother.

While Benson was calling John's mother, the rest of the dispatched officers gradually returned to the office. Jones arrived as soon as Benson got off the phone.

"The boy's mother is on his way." Jones nodded. "He also identified one of the perps and gave us a description of the other two. The driver he said was a woman but he couldn't really see her. The man accompanying the one he identified was wearing a long black coat, probably a trench coat, and was wearing sunglasses."

"That's a lot to go off of." Jones snapped. "Who is the one he identified?"

"John Baccus, he's that guy we got last year for a bank robbery and he served only six months.

"Good, at least we have something. I'll obtain a warrant from Keough and we'll see about taking Baccus down."

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The following day, Benson and Jones, and a team of officers and SWAT units headed out to arrest Baccus. They had run a background check and found that Baccus was still living and working in the same locations he had when they had arrested him previously. They knew his route to work inside and out and decided to take him down at a stop in his neighborhood while he returned to work from lunch. When they had converged on Baccus' location, the group split up.

Two police cars would pull up behind Baccus, making it seem as though he were being pulled over in a routine traffic stop. Within five seconds, the rest of the party was to pull up to the location and block off any means of escape with their vehicles. Once the plan was finalized, the group waited for the two police cars' signal.

After about a minute of waiting, the rest of the team heard the two police cars sound their sirens and brakes screech to a halt. Five seconds later, the SWAT van slammed on its brakes in front of Baccus' vehicle. Barely a moment later, Benson drove the SVU to a stop, blocking off a side escape. As the SWAT unit jumped out of their vehicle and ran toward Baccus with their weapons drawn, Benson and Jones loaded their weapons. As he opened the door, Benson heard one of the SWAT officers shout, "Stay in the car! Stay in the car!" Benson and Jones then exited their vehicle, their weapons drawn and made their way over to Baccus' van.

"Don't move!" shouted Benson as he sprinted toward the van. Inside, he saw Baccus with his hands raised, his facial expression puzzled. Benson approached the side of the van and opened the driver's door. He kept his gun pointed at Baccus' head and he gave his commands. "Out of the car. Out of the vehicle," he snapped, grabbing Baccus by the arm and pulling him out. "On the ground, now!" Baccus slowly got to the ground, his arms still raised. "Cuff him!" Benson shouted to the officers.

One of the officers who had pulled up behind Baccus took out his handcuffs and put them on Baccus. The officer then helped him up and searched him for weapons while Baccus glared at Benson in recognition.

"Hello, Detective Benson," he growled.

"Baccus, do you know why you're being arrested?" Benson asked.

"Oh, I have suspicions, why?"

Benson and Baccus stared at each other for a few seconds before Benson spoke to one of the other officers. "Get him in the car."

The officer who had cuffed Baccus and another led him to their vehicle while Benson dismissed the SWAT unit.

"Nicely done, gentlemen. That will be all, thank you for your help. Well done."

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That afternoon and into the evening, Baccus described, in detail, exactly what had transpired at the home of the murder victim. He and a crime lord that he worked for, Jericho, broke into the home of the woman, who was an ex-girlfriend of Baccus. While Jericho held the victim down, Baccus raped her at gunpoint. When he was finished, they both beat her to death and left the scene with a woman named Calita, head of a gang known as South Beach, based out of Tallahassee. Baccus told Benson and Jones exactly where they could find both Jericho and Calita; saying that they had planned to be captured quickly. Jericho was hidden at a warehouse in Tampa while Calita was held up in her apartment in Tallahassee.

After listening to Baccus confess, Benson and Jones told Keough everything Baccus had told them. Keough then ordered the two of them to split up and go after Jericho and Calita individually. Jones would go alone after Calita, who wasn't a threat to him because in the past, she often accepted that she was being arrested. Benson would travel to the warehouse in Tampa with Keough and Detective Olivia Scott would go along as backup. Benson would need backup because Jericho was a dangerous crime lord who had a reputation for killing without giving his victims a chance.

Benson traveled alone to the warehouse in Tampa while Keough and Scott followed him. It was decided that Benson would approach Jericho wearing a wire in case he needed immediate assistance. Benson entered the warehouse and searched around for Jericho. He found Jericho, dressed in a black trench coat, wearing sunglasses, sitting and apparently waiting for him in the office of the manager of the warehouse. Benson drew his gun and pointed it at Jericho.

"Jericho, you are under arrest for murder in Miami," Benson declared.

Jericho laughed. "Go ahead and arrest me, Benson. But what will you do about your partner?"

"What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, the back entrance of the office opened up and Jones entered the room, followed closely by Calita, both of whom were pointing guns at Benson.

"Drop the gun, Benson."

Benson did so. "So, you were in this with them, Jones?"

Jones laughed. "Yes I was. I was the mastermind behind it. That woman who was killed, she was an ex of mine. She was such a bitch; she cheated on me for months while we dated. When I found out, I was livid. I broke it off with her and found Jericho. He told me that the same thing had happened to a buddy of his, Baccus. I decided that the bitch didn't deserve to live any more so we hired Baccus and Calita, Jericho's current girlfriend, to make sure that she would be killed. I told them I would use my status as a police officer to clear their names for the murder and be able to pin it on you."

"I see, and what did you plan on doing to me?"

"Kill you."

Benson smiled. "You find something funny, Benson?" Jones snapped.

"Yeah, you won't be able to kill me."

"You plan on stopping us?"

"Not me…them." Benson said, nodding his head behind Jones and Calita. Jones and Calita turned around and saw Keough and Scott standing in the back doorway, their weapons drawn. Before any of them could react, Keough shot Calita in the arm and Scott shot Jericho in the leg, knocking both of them to their feet. Jones quickly recovered and turned his attention back to Benson and shot him in the knee. Benson fell to the ground, not severely injured, grabbed his gun and fired three shots at Jones, who slowly fell over, dead.