Hi, so here is another chapter and the first part of the season end for season 1. I hope you all enjoy and I will try and have the next chapter up sooner rather than later.

Again I don't know much about American health insurance or birth control so that part of this story is just guesswork and if it is wrong then you can skip any mention of that.

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Bridget

Chapter 7-A Life Earned

Part One of the end of Season One arc-As Hank makes a deal with the devil, Erin is in trouble and Bridget gets caught up in the crossfire at the station as chaos descends.


Bridget knew that something was wrong when she set foot in the station three days after the bombing and Antonio Dawson who was scowling at the edge of the table as if it had personally offended her looked up from where he had been waiting to get some paperwork from Platt and then blanched white when he saw her.

"Oh no" he said reminding Bridget of her father that year he had been on a crusade about her cutting her hair off the year after her mom had died. "Oh no you cannot be here. Adding more fuel to the fire"

Bridget was about to ask him in polite a tone as she could manage just who the hell he thought he was but before she could say anything Platt came back and sighed the kind of sigh that only the long suffering gave when they realised their life was about to become even more complicated.

Bridget could understand the feeling.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Right now we have a situation upstairs. And it's easier if you don't be there"

"If you mean the situation which involves the man who kidnapped your child on a day pass so you can crack down on some kind of threat on an international figure then I already know it" Bridget deadpanned turning back to her phone. "Yeah" she said not looking up. "This is prescient not a garrison and people talk both inside and outside now" she said looking up finally to see the two stunned expressions. "Can I go see my father?"

"He's upstairs" Trudy said finally. "I'll buzz you in" she said and Bridget nodded her thanks and then disappeared upstairs before either one of them could say anything else.

Upstairs was not much better. The place was a mess of cops running around and Bridget couldn't see her father anywhere so she patiently decided to sit in his office and wait until he came back. He was going to come back she knew that much but she didn't want to draw attention to herself until he did. Her Dad had been…rather strange since the bombing. Of course Bridget knew that investigations like that one shook even the most hardened of detectives but there was still a coldness in her house that she had not yet addressed and she found that she was rather afraid too.

What had happened upon the roof between the members of Intelligence and a bomber was staying behind closed doors but the fact of the matter was that she suspected enough, knowing what she knew and she also knew that there was no way in hell that she was going back to how it was before Justin went to prison, before her Dad went inside. Where they all pretended that everything was alright and that she had lied and said she had no idea where this mythical safe was when the cops led by Antonio Dawson had showed up with a search warrant.

She had still not forgiven him for any of that. He had come into her home when she had been nothing more than a teenager, two years younger than what his own daughter was and he had frightened her and froze her insides and took away her father and her brother. She had not forgiven any of them even if her father had. Oh she knew Justin was guilty her Dad too but she found she emphasised a hell of a lot more with families of perpetrators guilty or not than she had done before.

There was a pause as she sat and pulled her book out. Why she was even here she did not know but the house was just so empty nowadays that in all honestly being here was better than being alone. There was a pause where she sat there reading for a time and tried to forget that there was a man down in interrogation who had killed a cop, tried to kill more and had taken Antonio's terrified ten year old to prove a point.

She might not like the man but Bridget was not cruel.

Plus at some point she might have to tell her father now everything was semi-normal that she was going on birth control and that she might need his credit card to pay for it.

Yeah, somehow she was not looking forwards to that conversation. But she had delayed the inevitable for too long and therefore this was all she had to do before she could finally try and move on with her life.

If she survived the conversation that was.


At some point she imagined that she must have fallen asleep because she was aware of someone creeping in the office with her. She didn't open her eyes all the way instead using a trick Erin had taught her she opened them a little so it gave the indication of sleeping but not really.

Someone was really creeping around the edge of the desk and it was most certainly not her Dad. Nor was it Erin. It was man with dark hair that much she could make out but he was too young to be Al, and far to skinny to be either Jay or Antonio. It took her a second for her to realise who it was. It was Sheldon the computer expert that she had only met once in passing. He was placing something under her Dad's desk and Bridget realised that it was something that hadn't been there before.

He moved as silently out of the office as he had come in it and she waited until she heard him go down the stairs before she moved off the couch. It only took a second to feel around the desk and pull out the small device that was under there. For a second she stared at it.

It was a recording device.

Oh fuck.

Just as Bridget was staring at it the door opened and Erin and her Dad came in talking. Both stopped when they saw her and she tried to mask her face so it didn't show a guilty expression. There was a pause as she stood there and looked at them and they looked back. Slipping the mic into her jeans pocket she took a deep breath and flipped some of her hair back so it didn't look totally obvious that she had just been on her knees checking for something. Not that she suspected her Dad didn't know about it.

Better to be safe than sorry in Bridget's experience.

"Hey" she said finally before either one of them could speak. "I know your busy and everything but when you got a sec I could do with a word"

Actually she could do with several but her hospital insurance that she was on meant that her Dad was going to find out she had birth control implanted in her and she would rather bite that bullet now when she was in the mood for it rather than when the bill came in many months down the line.

For a second her Dad did not say anything. Neither did Erin who was looking—more tired than anything now Bridget came to think of it. The last time Erin had looked that tired her father had just been about to be shipped off to prison and she had been left with a somewhat incoherent Bridget.

Err yeah" he said coming back to life. "Can you just give us a sec Bridge" and he kinda jerked his head outside. Bridget got the gist and nodded picking up her bag and smiling at Erin as she went to sit at the other woman's now empty desk and tried to pretend that the mic that was supposedly recording all her father's confessions wasn't burning a hole in her jeans pocket.

On the plus side she thought when she told her Dad that someone in his office was selling him out and he was in the process of being recorded there was still the chance that he would implode so wonderfully that he might not remember her telling him that she was going to put herself on birth control and that his health insurance of which she was a member of was going to sky rocket.

That was a point to consider.


Bridget had moved back into his office as Hank came back upstairs, Erin following. She had finally told him that Charlie was back in town and she was struggling to see a way out of her predicament with him. She had not told him that but he knew Erin too well and more to the point he knew Erin when she was around anybody from her past. Whatever it was that she was involved in was going to lead her straight back to where she had been the first time he had pulled her out of the gutter and detoxed her on her bathroom floor and the second and the third. Hank didn't know if he truly had it in him for a fourth not when he still hadn't spoken to Justin since he had dropped him off in front of the Army recruitment door and he had not spoken to, Bridget was either having sex or certainly thinking about having sex and had been involved in a bomb blast and Erin…well…throughout all of it Erin had been his one constant.

She had remained the most constant of all of them and if she was going then he may as well go to his desk and put his head down on it and not look up until Al took pity on him and shot him. Or poured him an endless drink whichever came first.

Bridget was sat on the couch again her hands clasped in some sort of strange prayer position as if she was thinking hard about something. There was something in that expression that Hank really didn't like.

Oh god…a terrible thought ran through him that made him want to throw up suddenly and rather violently. What if she had lied to him and she had gone the whole way with this Shakespeare reading boy and she was now pregnant?

Oh fuck. He was going back inside then that was for sure. There was no way that he could see a way around Bridget being pregnant at sixteen without committing murder. Justin in his heyday had been bad enough and Erin coming in at all hours had almost committed him and Camille.

But then a voice of clarity-that sounded suspiciously like his wife told him to shut up in his head and listen to what his daughter had to tell him.

"You wanna talk to me about something?" he said leaning against his desk, crossing his arms and hoping she didn't notice the fact that he was gripping the fabric on the opposite side of his sleeves.

"Err…yeah…look I don't want you to panic or anything or get upset which is what you usually do but I thought I'd better tell you this before the records of the heath insurance come in but—" she shot him a strange look breaking off suddenly.

"Dad are you alright?"

Alright? Well—he wasn't sure if he could feel his legs at this point but he supposed he was still breathing—technically.

Whatever he was going to say was cut off abruptly by the sounds of four gunshots clear in the station. He stood up as Bridget did her arms crossed looking around surprise on her face. He crossed the room and grabbed her by the arm in case he had to shove her down but for a second there were no more shots.

Then it clicked. Where the shots had come from.

"Stay here" he shouted and without looking back he and the rest of his squad ran down the stairs guns drawn to see what could only be described as a blood bath.

Antonio was down, Antonio was bleeding in the same building where hundreds of cops were, three Feds were dead as well and his daughter had been upstairs when it had all happened. He felt deep in his bones the old ache he used to feel whenever he came close to the edge and he knew that this ache…this edge and all the anger and pain and fear and grief that came with it (and the prospect of losing two of his team to the same perp and doing nothing to stop it) came with the knowledge that he gained before he precipitated murder.


Part two of the second arc of the finale of Season 1-Hank is on the warpath, Jay confesses to Bridget (accidentally) Bridget demands a concession forcing her father between a rock and a hard place and a murder occurs.

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