What happens when Lassiter finds a little girl covered head to toe in blood standing outside the police station? what if this little girl, wont talk, screams when anyone touches her, and refuses to leave Lassiters side? And where's Shawn through all of this? In the middle of it all of course, getting into deep trouble. What else would he be doing?
Big Blue Eyes and Dark Brown Hair
By; Annita
Lassiter stared angrily into the suspects blue eyes. He was using he most intimidating cop stare but, for some reason, it didn't seem to be working. The girl stared back at him, undaunted, even smiling a little bit, her fingers laced together in her lap as she sat straight and tall in the hard wooden chair, completely unfazed by Lassiter's glare. The door to the interrogation room burst open suddenly, but the two people in the room, cop and suspect, were locked in an epic stare down and neither one was willing to look away. Juliet O'Hara rolled her eyes in irritation.
"Carlton, stop glaring at her." the junior detective chastised, setting a cup of chocolate milk down in front of the, 'suspect'. Distracted by the sugary drink in front of her, the five year old brunette broke away from her and Lassiter's staring contest. Lassiter cheered happily on the inside, the outside a cold and unreadable shell of ice. Or so he thought. Earlier that day they had found the little girl now sitting before them, drinking chocolate milk noisily and messily, standing outside the police department. She had been wearing a light pink dress and little white sandals. Her dark brown, nearly black, hair had been covered in sticky blood. The same blood that coated her cute pink and white little dress. Or so Lassiter assumed, it could be two different sources of blood. Though it was unlikely. Lassiter had been the one to find her. When the two had met that morning on the steps of the police station they had locked eyes and had stared each other down outside of the department, much like they had been doing inside. When they met and locked eyes it seemed like everything around the head detective had come to a standstill. The little girl was a little creepy, staring at him, silently and unmoving, covered head to toe in blood. Her cerulean eyes watching him steadily. After the little girl had sized him up she took a few steps towards him and wrapped her blood covered arms around his leg. She had then refused to let go. This was how O'Hara had found the two. The bloody little girl clinging to Lassiter's pants leg as the head detective tried everything to get her to release her vice grip, while trying his hardest not to spill his coffee. It had all gone downhill from there. The little girl refused to leave his side, look anyone else in the eye or associate in any way with anyone other than Carlton. With the help of O'Hara they had dressed her in one of Carlton's long white spare shirts and had set her up in the interrogation room to try and get information from her.
"What, Is your name? Carlton growled gruffly. It wasn't that he was trying to be extra grumpy with the girl, he just wished that the child would abandon her blind faith in him and move on to O'Hara, or even the chief. At least the chief had experience with children. The little girl took a sip of her milk noisily, her eyes never leaving Lassiter's face.
"Could you give us a hint?" Juliet asked sitting down next to Lassiter. Being near the head detective seemed to be the only way to garner the little girl s attention. The little girl shook her head. Her curly black hair bouncing around her face. Lassiter sighed loudly.
"Let's just call her Mary." He supplied propping his head up on his elbow. Letting the, I m-a-badass-cop persona drop he displayed a rare moment of compassion in front of someone he considered a suspect. Even if that suspect was a little girl. He wasn't totally heartless, no matter what he tried to get people to believe. Juliet looked over at the little girl who was smiling and nodding happily, her black curls dancing around her face once again.
"Why Mary?" Juliet wondered aloud still examining the girl. Lassiter Shrugged,
"Mary. As in Bloody Mary." He answered, he gaze drifting back over to the mysterious girl. Juliet gaped at her partner,
"Carlton! That's horrible!" She hissed, her mouth forming a little O in shock. Lassiter shrugged and stood up.
"Whatever. She likes the name. Don't you Mary?" Mary nodded vigorously, her face set in a serious frown. The chocolate milk in her hand spilled and dripped over the table messily.
"See. I'm going to go and change out of these bloody cloths now. Watch the kid." Lassiter instructed heading for the door. There was a quiet commotion as soon as the head detective reached the door. He turned around to see that Mary had tossed her cup of milk on the floor and had inserted her sticky little hand into his own meaty paw. A slight determined pout was set on her face. Carlton glared down at her and tried to shake her hand loose.
"Uh, let go little Mary, I have to go and change now, um, O'Hara!" The head detective barked unsure of himself and this strange little girl. Juliet walked over to Mary; she reached down and wrapped her hands around Mary's armpits. The second Juliet touched Mary, they little girl scram, well, bloody Mary! Lassiter jerked away from the girl as soon as she unleashed her unearthly wail, his hand was unfortunately still intertwined with Mary's so he accomplished very little in trying to get away from her. She jerked toward him, moving with his hand, her screaming increasing in volume. The terrible noise was louder than anything Carlton had ever heard, and it pierced his ear drums and made his temples throb in angry pain. Juliet let go of the girl as if she had been scolded and stepped back worriedly, but the little girl continued the angry noise effortlessly. Carlton tried to yell at O'Hara to DO something, but his voice was drowned out by the little girls repetitive wailing. Closing his eyes tight and doing the only thing he could think of to stop the noise, Carlton lunged at the girl and wrapped her in a tight hug, putting his hand on the back of her head he pushed her face into his shoulder and embraced the screaming little girl. The second he did so, the screaming stopped. Leaving a startled junior detective, a crowd of police officers at the door and an annoying busing sound in Lassiter's ears.
"What's...going on?" someone from the doorway asked looking at the scene baffled. Lassiter glared at the group of officers.
"Get back to work! Nothing is going on here." He snapped angrily, the sound of his gruff voice seeming to sooth the strange little girl further. The crowd dispersed slowly, muttering amongst their self's. Lassiter looked away from them and then up at Juliet. He had no clue what to do next. Juliet nodded encouragingly as if saying, 'you can do it! You stopped her from screaming didn't you?' Looking away from Juliet, Lassiter pulled the little girl away from him and held her at arm's length. Staring at her angrily as if trying to decide what to say he finally opened his mouth and spoke.
"Bad. Bad bad! You do not scream like that!" He snapped, flicking the girl's forehead. She blinked at Carlton and then looked down at the ground sadly. Juliet rolled her eyes.
"She s not a dog Carlton. You have to explain why she can t scream like that." Juliet explained. Lassiter made a face at his partner. Explain? As if it wasn't obvious why you should scream like you where being murdered? Shaking his head he fixed his perminate scowl back on the little girl.
"Uhh, you can't scream, because people will think that you're being hurt. Or violently killed or-" Juliet sighed loudly. Stepping up to the girls side she crouched down, being careful not to touch the child.
"You only scream like that when you're in danger. And when you're with Carlton you're never in any danger. So if you don't want to get taken away from him, then you have to stay quiet and do everything he says." she explained. Standing up and looking at Carlton's horrified expression Juliet asked, "What?"
"Why did you tell her that? Now she'll never leave me alone!" The head detective snapped standing up as well.
"Carlton, she's a little girl. We just need her to trust someone so that we can get some answers from her and then send her home to her parents or wherever it is she's supposed to be." Juliet explained noticing that Mary's hand was still clinging to Lassiter's. "Now, go change your cloth's. You look like something from a horror movie." Juliet instructed, walking past her superior.
"Wait! What am I supposed to do with this! She can't go into the men's locker room with me!" Carlton cried desperately.
"She's five Carlton." Juliet tossed over her shoulder, as if that would fix the fact that Mary was a, she and the men's locker room was only meant for he's, not she's. Sighing in frustration Lassiter dragged the little girl with him threw the station. He got weird looks from all the other cops and few smirks here and there, but he mostly ignored them. Instead he focused on Mary's sticky hand in his, and the way she had to jog to keep up with his long strides. When they finally reached the locker room Lassiter looked down at Mary.
"Okay you wait here and- " Mary shook her head so violently that Lassiter thought she was going to hurt herself. "Well you can't go in there! I have to change!" Lassiter snapped trying to pull his hand away from the little girls. Mary once again shook her head violently. Lassiter glared at the girl, his face turning slightly red. "Well girls can't see the inside of a men's locker room! It s against the rules!" Mary looked up at him, her big blue eyes sparkling. With the hand that wasn't attached to Lassiter's she covered her eyes and smiled happily exposing a gap in-between her two front teeth. Now she couldn't see. Lassiter sighed and pulled open the door. Walking inside he located his locker and pulled it open with a little more force then was completely necessary. Once again he realized he had yet another problem on his hands. Or hand, seeing how Mary still had the other one firmly in her clutches.
"Let go of my hand Mary." Lassiter instructed. Mary removed the hand from her eyes and glared at Lassiter firmly. Her hand squeezing his. Lassiter pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Cover your eyes back up, and let go of my hand. Once I'm done changing you can hold it again." The head detective explained. Mary stared at him for a few seconds. She bit her bottom lip and continued to stare at Lassiter, a wrinkle forming on her brow as if she was seriously contemplating something, and then much to Lassiter's surprised she opened her mouth and spoke,
"You won't hide?" She asked quietly. Surprise flashed across Lassiter's face briefly, but as soon as it had appeared it was gone, instead replaced with the usual nonchalant mask he used when interrogating criminals. This was good; it meant the girl could talk.
"No. I won't hide. Just close your eyes and let go of my hand. I'll talk to you the whole time so you'll know I m right in front of you." It took the girl another few silent seconds of deliberation but she finally slapped the hand back over her eyes and simultaneously let go of Lassiter's hand. Finally free of the little girls sticky grasp the head detective had to fight off the irrational urge to make a break for it. Sighing loudly Lassiter began talking about the first thing that popped into his head, his gun. He explained everything about his most prized possession as he got changed. The little girl sat quietly and nodded every few seconds as if she understood what Lassiter was saying. After the head detective was out of his blood stained work cloths he told Mary to open her eyes. She did and when she saw him all clean she held out her had, which was still coated in chocolate milk and little pieces of dirt.
"No way little Mary. You need to wash your hand first before I'm touching it again. Lassiter informed the little brunette. Mary frowned as if deeply troubled by this new problem. Lassiter sighed,
"Follow me. But no touching!" He snapped heading toward the exit. Mary followed Lassiter dutifully and soon the two found themselves in the men's bathroom staring at a clean whit sink that was a good foot above Mary s head. The little girl looked up at Lassiter, who crossed his arms and pointed his chin at the sink. Mary took a deep breath and walked up to the sink determination in her eyes. She put both arms over the sink and pulled herself up like she was trying to do a chin up, after a few seconds of that, she gave up and let go of the sink, dropping to the ground with a quiet plop. Looking up at Lassiter she pouted sadly, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Lassiter rolled his eyes, but lifted the little girl up none the less. She giggled and turned on the sink, washing her hands with soap she quietly hummed the birthday song to herself. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lassiter set the girl down, grabbed her hand and pulled her back out into the station. Heading to his desk he sat Mary down, pulled his hand from hers, and plopped down in front of his computer. He was going to find out what had happened to this little girl, no matter what.
Adorable right? Ahh, Lassie, we all love to hate you. I finally got that little phrase yesterday. The phrase, hes the person we all love to hate. For some reason it just never made sense. But now. It does. yeah, i ramble. I may write a second chapter, depending on if i get any reviews. then again i may write another chapter simply because i think Lassie and Mary are ADORABLE