|A Finn Story
Author: SnappyPatter PM
I don't think Finn gets enough stories, so I wrote one about him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,117 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-15-05 - Published: 07-16-05 - id: 2487654
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Finn was sitting on a bench under the Bridge looking into the river. He had had a hard day at work dealing with victims and rapists. It was a tough job, but someone had to be a detective with the Special Victims Unit. In fact, several someones worked there and he liked them all, especially his partner Munch and Elliot and Olivia, but sometimes he missed his old job in narcoleptics.
Finn was usually glad he wasn't with the drug team nymore though, because Finn had a secret that he didn't like to talk about. Before he became a cop, Finn had been a drug dealer. He wasn't proud of his past, but he was prod that he wasn't a dealer anymore. Having a lot of money had been nice, but he was still ashamed that he had sold so many drugs to poor people and kids and taken their money to buy cars and bling.
Finn was about to get up and catch the subway to his house when he thought he saw someone moving in the dark behind him. A tall shape walked out of the shadow. "Hello, Finn," it said in a deep voice.
"Jim?" Finn said. "Is that you?" Jim was Finn's old best friend from the Hood and he had been arrested for dealing drugs.
"Uh-huh. I just escaped from prison yesterday and I need your help."
"I can't help you, I am a cop now. I have to arrest you." Finn reached for his hand cuffs.
"No, please don't arrest me again. I was framed the first time. I hadn't been doing anything wrong since you left the Hood. I had a job at the petting zoo in the park. The cop that arrested me planted drugs on me then said that he saw me selling them. I need you to help me prove that I'm innocent."
Finn looked at Jim for a long time. Jim had been his friend when they were kids, He had trusted him with his life. Jim wouldn't lie to him. He put his cuffs back in his pocket. "I'm gonna trust you because we're friends, but if you try anything stupid, I'm gonna haul your ass back to jail. The cops will be looking for you, so we should be really careful."
"I'll do whatever you tell me to. I'm just glad you believe me," Jim replyed. They started walking along the dark sidewalk. Finn asked, "Do you know who framed you?"
"No, I don't know. I don't even know who to suspect. All I know is the name of the cops who arrested me. There name was Watson and Thatcher. They worked the drug squad in the old Hood."
"Finn looked up at the flashing blue and red lights on the bridge. "We cant get back to the Hood that way because there watching the roads." He saw a little motorboat on the side of the river. "We can get to Brooklyn and no one will notice if we take that little boat."
Finn and Jim got into the boat and crossed the river. Finn didn't like the water splashing in his face, but he didn't say anything. He was tough on the outside, like a well-done steak. "So why do you think someone would want to frame you?" he said to pass the time it took to cross the river.
"I think some people thought that I had a lot of money hidden from when I was dealing drugs, but I didn't. I felt so bad about keeping it that I gave it all away. I think some of the homies were jealous because I got out of dealing drugs without ever getting arrested too. You think they might have set me up?"
"Maybe." Finn steered the little boat into a pier and they got off. He looked at his watch, but it was already 11 0 clock. "It's really to late to do anything tonight. You can just come back to my house and sleep. I have to go to work in the morning, but I will try to come home early and we can start doing research about who framed you."
"Thanks Finn." They went into Finn's house and Jim immediately went to sleep in the guest bedroom. Finn sat up on the couch with a beer for a while and thought about Jim. Jim had been the one who had found Finn's father dead in a falling down house when they were thirteen and told Finn not to look. They had dealed drugs together for a while, but they hadn't really talked after Finn became a cop. Finn thought about it for a while and decided that he would help Jim because he felt bad for letting him down by never talking to him after he left. He might have doen something to help.
It was after midnight when Finn finally went to bed. He decided that he was going to help his friend whether it was legal or not. He had some bad dreams about going to prison, and Elliot was telling him that he would go to hell if he broke the law, but when he woke up he shook his head and said, "All right, then, I'll go to hell."