Okay, I obviously don't own the show. This is my first fic for this tv show! I am open to constructive criticism. Things in Italics are nightmares. This story is dark. Deals with rape.

The wind was cold, bitter. It was her favorite time of the year; the transition from autumn to winter. She loved the way the Manhattan air smacked her in the face, the way it blew threw her hair, the way the leaves rustled on the ground. She decided that she would walk 16 blocks to her quiet, little apartment. She took a different way home, one that wasn't crowded with people. She turned down an alley and heard rustling near a dumpster and brushed it off thinking it was an animal. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Her normal pace turned into an almost sprint. The footsteps behind her picked up speed as well. The alley felt like it was getting longer and longer. A hand wrapped around her waist and she was pulled into another body.

Another hand slithered under her shirt; his hands were rough, callused and… warm. He smelt like bourbon and grape flavored cigars. He planted a kiss into her hair and inhaled her scent. 'Baby you smell like heaven' She heard his voice before. She froze. She knew was about to happen. She tried to reach for her off duty weapon and then she felt a gun tap her temple. He had grabbed her gun.

"You move and you die. Do you understand?" She hesitated and swallowed harshly. He grabbed her chin and made her face him. "You will answer when asked a question. Now, I asked you, Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes."

"Look who is finally learning." He kissed her violently, she tried fighting him off and that earned her a pistol whip. She felt the blood trickle down her face as she hit the ground. It was warm, it almost felt good. A boot collided with her rib cage and she felt a crack. She let out a cry and she felt another kick to her side. He grabbed her by the shirt and threw her up against a wall. He kissed her again, she fought harder and harder than before. He punched her in the face, not once but twice. She would have a nasty bruise tomorrow. He slammed her head into the wall, she became very groggy. She heard him unzip his pants and then she felt him undo hers.

What she felt was the most painful thing she had ever experience in her entire life. He moved slow at first and then his thrusts became quicker and rougher. She felt tears running down her face, she wanted to die. It felt like her insides were ripping open. She felt the blood running down her thighs with every thrust. He kissed her neck and she let out soft whimpers. When he was finished, he zipped himself and then he kissed her softly and whispered "Goodnight, My Georgia Peach" He left her there naked, exposed. Why did that sound so familiar?

She had never felt so violated, so awful in her entire life. Still against the wall, she slid down and tuck her head between her knees and sobbed, she didn't care how loud they got. She just didn't care anymore. She felt worthless, pathetic. 'I'm a police officer, this shouldn't have happened to me.' "WHY ME! WHY ME! WHY ME!" Hearing footsteps, she panicked. 'He came back for round two' she thought. She pulled herself together and ran the two blocks to her apartment.

When she entered her apartment not only did she lock the door behind her, she barricaded her door with whatever furniture she had. Her couch, her dining table, chairs, everything. She walked into her kitchen and went to her liquor cabinet, grabbed her only bottle of scotch. 'Here's to three years sobriety' and took a giant swig of it, god she missed drinking. She wanted to take a shower, no. NEEDED to take a shower but she wanted to drink. 'Why not drink scotch in the shower?' She turned the water on as hot as it would go and stripped. 'After this, I need to get rid of the clothes, get rid of any trace of what happened tonight. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw and aching. No matter how hard she scrubbed she could still feel him.

She shut off the shower and sat there as the water began to drain and found herself nursing the bottle of whiskey until it was completely gone. Out of frustration she threw the bottle against the wall. She wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of her bathroom. Her usual sleep attire consisted of a tank top and boxers but tonight she wanted to wear a big sweatshirt and extra large sweatpants. Something she'd swim in. After getting dressed, she collected the clothes from her bathroom and threw them in a garbage bag and when she walked to her front door she had forgotten that she barricaded herself in. She almost felt like boarding up her windows.

She looked at the clock on her phone, 1:55 a.m. She wanted to sleep but she knew she wouldn't. She tried anyway. 'some sleep is better than none at all right?' She crawled into bed letting her mind drift.

She was walking down a semi-lit alley and then suddenly everything went dark, she barely see two inches in front of her face.

Bourbon and grape cigars, thats all she smelt. She couldn't see anything but that's all she could smell was the bourbon. She felt a hand snake around and go under her shirt and he started to unzip her pants and she could hear him unzip his pants.

'God please let me die' she thought.

She felt his arm wrap around again and turned her in order to face him.

She felt him go inside her.

He started slow and then he became quicker and rougher with every thrust.

She wanted to scream, despite his threats, but she choked.

She cried, that's all she could do was cry. she felt weak.

She heard screaming but it didn't come from her. Where could it be coming from?

She was the one that screaming, she never screamed during a nightmare. She didn't scream during the rape but she was screaming during the nightmare. Sitting up quickly she noticed a pain in her ribs, 'bastard probably broke a couple ribs' She looked at her phone. 5:26 a.m. She got up and went to the bathroom, a wave of nausea hit her like a wrecking ball. She emptied what little food she had in her stomach and it turned into dry heaves. She felt Frannie brush up against her and lick her face.

"I'm alright girl."

She couldn't go to work, not like this. Her coworkers would know something was up. She sighed and got up from her previous position and she immediately regretted it. Never had she felt so sick in her life. Nothing would come up. It was absolute torture. She went from crouching over the toilet to laying on the floor. 'Only for a few minutes then it's back to bed.' she thought. She felt a shiver run up her spine when her head connected with the cold tile, it felt good. She felt her eyes flutter again and drifted into sleep once again.

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