Hi everyone!

So this is my first fan fic ever, I plan on taking it pretty far and I have a nice few chapters written so I hope you will all enjoy it! Let me know what you think? :)

Thirteen's heart raced as she sprinted through the dark alley.

Damn, she thought, why do they always have to run?

She turned the corner quickly, catching a glimpse of the suspect in question ducking through a window in a nearby building. She leapt forward without any hestitation and did a perfect roll through the window, losing no speed or ground on her perpetrator. The suspect tripped slightly as he bounded up a few flights of stairs. Thirteen smirked at his lack of grace, despite his fairly impressive speed.

'Do any of them bother practicing parkour anymore?' she inwardly mused as they reached the roof. The suspect looked around him with panic in his eyes as Thirteen pulled out her gun and pointed it towards him. Got you now.

"Alright buddy, game over," she shouted to the man, "you've got nowhere to go, may as well give it up."

The man simply ignored her and sprinted to the edge of the roof, attempting a daring leap across the looming gap. Thirteen watched the scene progress in slow motion as the man flailed in the air and then dropped to the ground like a stone. There was a loud cracking sound and Thirteen rushed to the edge to see if the man was okay. His limbs were crumpled and there was blood all around him, but he appeared to be breathing from where she was standing. She looked to her left, noting the fire escape that the criminal had not seen. She sighed inwardly, I always get the dumb ones, she thought.

By the time Thirteen had climbed down the fire escape, several other officers had reached the injured man and were checking his vitals. She could hear the ambulance sirens in the distance and groaned at the prospect of having to make a visit to the hospital to question this asshole. If there was one thing she hated, it was hospitals, and she had more than one vaild reason for it.

"Detective Hadley," one of the officers yelled, snapping her out of her own head, " the chief just called," the officer said as he snapped his cellphone shut, "he wants you to follow this guy in the ambulance and wait at the hospital to question him."

Thirteen groaned once again as what she had suspected was confirmed, although she wasn't suprised. The chief wasn't exactly her biggest fan, which probably had alot to the do with her often reckless disregard for the rules to solve cases. Normally she would just ignore the orders and go back in the morning, but she figured she owed the guy one after all she'd put him through in the last few months.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around to face her grinning partner, Detective Sam MacDonald, or Mac as she prefered to be called. Thirteen smiled slightly at the presence of her best friend. Mac was an attractive woman, not particularly tall but had a great figure and gorgeous hazel eyes. Her slightly round face was shaped by a head full of long, curly dark hair, that was essentially Mac's pride and joy. Thirteen laughed inwardly thinking about the hours Mac spent on her hair, only to claim to anyone who asked that she had simply rolled out of bed that way.

"How's it going, buddy?" Mac queried in her slight east coast accent, "sorry I lost you there, I circled back to cut the bastard off but I guess he found an escape route," she said, laughing and pointing at the building.

"Yeah right, "Thirteen replied mockingly, "no need to make excuses, you just couldn't keep up with me."

"Well, some of us weren't blessed with natural fitness and super long legs you know!" Mac replied in mock disgust.

"Calm down, you know I'm just kidding," Thirteen replied, lightly punching Mac in the arm.

"I know, I know," Mac replied with a huge grin. "So they're sending you to the hospital?" Mac asked, looking a little more serious, "do you want me to come with?"

Thirteen shook her head, trying to brush off the subject. "Why would you?" she asked somewhat coldly.

"You know, for moral support," Mac replied, quirking her head sideways to study Thirteen's expression.

"That's not neccessary," Thirteen mumbled, turning away from Mac to watch the paramedics put the subject in the back of the ambulance.

"Remy," Mac stressed, reaching for her arm and spinning her around, "you don't have to do this alone you know that. It's been six months, we have to talk about this sometime."

"Now is not the time or place," Thirteen spat angrily, "just let me go, " she finished as she stalked off toward her car.

Mac sighed as she watched her friend stalk angrily toward her car and drive off. She shook her head and stuck her hands deep inside of her jeans pockets as Thirteen's car sped out of the alleyway. You need to talk to someone Rem, if it's not me, I hope they're out there. I don't know what will happen to you if you don't...