Hi! I'm back from the dead. Did you all miss me? I missed this! So- Lets get the house keeping out of the way:: I pretty much deleted that was previously uploaded. I'm so much older than I was and everything seemed to medocre and i couldnt connect to any of it anymore. I'm starting new
Litttle Life updates!:: Life happened. For real, I'm married now. Weird and exciting. I'm near twice the age I was when i first started this trip. Also, for many, many years, I stopped writing.
But I'm Back! Yay! So, I'm experimenting. I started this a while ago. I didnt know what direction i wanted to take it, but now I do. I want to see if there is still any interest out there. So heres a new story by me... If there is anyone who volunteers as tribute and would like to proof my horrbile writing please please contact me. All I have right now is word processor and grammarly. Please, anyone and everyone review, even if you dont like it. I need to know. Tid bits, harrasssments, corrections, approvals... I need it all. I would honestly like to continue this project. read and review! 3
So...
Dick is a newly appointed junior dective. His first case turns out to be a dousey of one. (Don't worry all your favorite characters will be here.) Unbeknowst to him, the girl sucks him under her spell, and he commits one of the biggest tabbos. Rob/star. some BB/Rae and Cy/Bee
my synopsis sucks, I know, but please give it a chance. And obviously, I do not own these characters. At. All.. That's all DCU.
Omg. Anyway: Here, without further hesitation is Rookie Mistakes.
Chapter 1.
His first night on the job and he never thought that he would come across something like this. Maybe a couple bar fights, half a dozen traffic violations, a breaking-the-peace maybe, but *this* not so much. He almost had a lapse in memory. *Almost*.
The poor girl was scantily clothed. Her purple top lay in tatters, just barely hiding her chest. And the skirt? Not even draped across her lap but strewn beside her obviously ripped and thrown in a hurry. At first glance, he didn't see her underwear but upon a double take, they were ripped down the seam to tie her hands above her head. There was something *carved* into her stomach.
A sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed him. He had to turn away for a moment. For a moment all he could think and feel was pity. This poor thing had suffered a tragic event and when she woke who knew if she'd be able to survive the mental stress.
He leaned against the grimy brick building, closed his eyes, and let out a breath. She didn't need him to lose his cool now. She needed action. And as a junior detective of the city, he had an honor to uphold, a badge to protect.
Barely a minute passed before he pulled himself off the wall. *Oh god* he needed to see how bad her injuries were. Slowly, he crept closer to the girl, kneeling so he could be level with her.
*Please be alive*. He reached his hand towards her neck to find a pulse. Placing his pointer and middle fingers on her carotid artery, he waited. A faint throbbing reaches his fingers. Releasing a sigh of relief, he closes his eyes and focused on counting the pulses. *Sixty-six*. Lower than he liked but at least she had one.
He leaned back on his heels and removed his fingers from her neck. After shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked at her neck to her stomach. He noticed a few red marks on her neck but what he saw on her stomach made him cringe again. A weird shape was carved into her skin. *Who does that to someone?*
The *symbol*? Looked like a... well he didn't know. *A backward F?* But it wasn't quite an F. The prongs were slanted. It stretched from the bottom of her sternum to just below her navel, above her skirt hemline. *What sick fuck does that?* He clenched his fists in anger.
Blood dripped from the open wounds, flowing down her stomach to form a small pool next to her. From the look of the cuts, it was only superficial. Certainly would leave a scar, but not deep enough to cause permeant damage. At the very least she would have to be sown up. She would be fine until he was able to call the ambulance here.
He reached his hand into his pants pocket to pull out his phone. A groan made him pause.
If she was waking, procedure had to wait. The girl stirred, causing her long red hair to move like a bloody puddle around her head. Her body began to move. She pulled her long legs up to her stomach. As she rolled over, she tried to lower her arms. Meeting some resistance, her eyes fluttered open in confusion.
Her eyes scanned the area frantically, taking in her whole environment. He watched as panic settled into her eyes. Even in the dark, her eyes glowed. When she spotted him, she instantly shrunk away, fearing the worst. Cautiously, he raised his hands in a universal sign of no harm.
"It's ok. I'm an officer. I won't harm you," he said slowly. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his badge, flipped his wallet open, and showed her.
She watched him, completely untrusting, but stopped trying to shy away. He watched her face and she visibly relaxed. When she blinked he noticed the outlining red around her bright eyes.
"I'm going to call the hospital now, ok?" He waited until she nodded to reach back into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Quickly pressing the number for the station, he lowered his other hand.
"It's Grayson," he said. " I need back up at 2nd and Willowbrook. Bring the EMTs." He snapped his phone shut. "They'll be here soon." He promised. "Can I ask you a couple questions?" She nodded. "Can I see your stomach? You're bleeding."
She shuddered and shrank away again. He sighed in exasperation. "Ok, can you tell me what happened?"
Slowly she opened her mouth. "I..." her voice cracked. *Strangled ?* "I do not..." she shook her head and tears filled her eyes.
"Shhh... it's ok. You don't have to talk now."
She curled around herself as much as she could, wrapping her still bound wrists around her knees, laying her head on her lap. He watched as her body shuddered and heaved in a violent sob.
Stress crept into his shoulders as another wave of pity ran through him. He silently vowed that he would catch this guy. To have this beautiful woman tortured and mutilated. Anger replaced pity. His fingers curled, eyes narrowed, and mouth tightened. Another shiver wracked her body instantly drawing his attention again. *Where are they?* Tugging off his blazer, he wrapped it around her. She stiffened at the contact but stopped shivering.
Sirens blared in the distance, growing louder by the second. *Finally*. Within minutes red and blue lights flickered and flashed, illuminating the darkened alleyway. He rose to a standing position ready to greet his partner and the rest.
"Try not to move too much. Ok?" He turned his ear back toward her. "At least until we get you on that stretcher."
"Dick, what's the story?" A barge of a man stepped out of an unmarked, dark car. Dick watched as his partner walked over to him with a hand on his hip. He knew that he was about to hear it for ditching his partner to roam the streets by himself, but he didn't care. Before the big guy could open his mouth, her pointed to the victim behind him.
"You know, just your usual possible rape, strangulation, and attempted murder. Oh and did I mention with a possible cult member?" Sarcasm was always the best way for him to vent a bit. Having been partners for 4 years, including the police academy, an friends for even longer, he knew that his partner would be ok with his sudden snarky tone. "Just get the EMTs here for her, Vic."
"Well a'ight, then."
Victor Stone was tall, dark skinned, and stocky. But it wasn't his black hair or brown eyes that anyone noticed right away, it was his mechanical arms and legs. Although quite touchy about his appearance, he would frequently acknowledge that his prosthetics made him more machine than human.
He grew up with a somewhat troubled childhood—something neither Dick nor Vic liked to about. Dick wouldn't even know if he had any choice. During his early childhood, Vic's parents had subjected him through various tests to ensure Vic would be the smartest, fastest, and strongest.
Unfortunately for Vic, they had succeeded. He held all the local records in high school and the academy. During one of their "advancement" treatments, something went wrong and both parents were killed. Vic was discovered with severe third-degree burns on both his arms and legs, leading to amputation of most of his limbs.
Dick watched as Victor turned towards the ambulance and waved them over. At first, he didn't want to move aside. He stood in front of her, protectively. Victor coughed under his breath, trying to hide his smile, and he moved to the side, letting the emts pass by.
Victor followed the emts, carefully judging the entire area. He took into account of the puddle of blood, and the blazer that covered her body. He shot a glance over at his partner, silently questioning.
As he turned back to the girl, he released a breath and kneeled in front of her. She was shaking with fear. Pulling herself farther into the blazer, she attempted to hide from his scrutiny gaze. She squirmed and shuttered.
"Hey there, little lady. I know I look scary but I ain't gunna hurtcha. We're just gunna put you on a stretcher and take you to the hospital. Aight, little lady, can you stand?" She nodded, unwrapping her arms from her knees.
"I..I need help, please." She held out her wrists in front of him. Vic paled for a second after seeing what bound her wrists together. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but blush. He could see now that underneath the blazer she was hardly clothed at all.
For a moment he wasn't sure what he should do. Should he rip or cut? He certainly didn't want to contaminate the evidence. The suspect's fingerprints or DNA could be anywhere on them. And they needed all of it. The sick ass had to have left something on them. No way he could rip them from her body and tie her wrists together without leaving some kind of evidence.
She looked so helpless and small. He was a sucker for women. No matter what, he had to cut the thing off of her. "Aight, little lady, imma start sawing at it." He said to her. He reached out to her with one of his fingers pointed. "This damn mechanical limb is at least useful in cutting or opening anything," he admitted as he used his finger to saw away the thin fabric.
She half smiled, understanding that he was still embarrassed out of the whole situation. Once freed, she shook her wrists loose of any stiffness. Clasping her hands around Vic's metal hands, she smiled as full as she could muster.
"Thank... you." Her voice was small and gentle. He nodded, stood, and beckoned an emt over.
"Get this girl to the hospital already. The little lady's been through enough. An' little lady, Dick'll be by later to see you." Vic said, turning away from the girl. Now that everything was set into motion, Vic could concentrate on his part and she could concentrate on get fixed up. Vic sighed. He and Dick had a long road a head of them, and he could only pray that it would be without complications.