Chapter 8
Revenge is sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N: This isn't the best chapter, but I am going somewhere with it :o)
Things are about to get very dramatic very fast after this one so be warned. :o)
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She could hardly believe what she was seeing in front of her. How could this be happening? Was she still dreaming?
As soon as she realised she was very much awake and this was reality, Monica jumped as swiftly as was humanly possible from the sofa and sprinted in the direction of the kitchen, where her 11-month-old "niece" was positioned on top of the breakfast bar, just inches from the water filled sink.
Things seemed to play in slow motion as she watched the scene unfold before her very eyes, a million thoughts battling to get to the forefront of her brain.
It was too late. She wasn't quick enough. She watched as Lily's hands slid off the edge, plunging head long into the silver container with an almighty splash, her desperate cries of fear muffled by the boiling, soapy water surrounding her.
A multitude of more thoughts ran through Monica's mind as she hurtled herself towards Lily in a desperate attempt to save her from drowning, one being
"How could she have possibly gotten up there?" The last time Monica had looked she had been sleeping peacefully in her crib, and now here she was, battling to stay alive. But there was no time for trivial questions. Lily's body was floating face down in the water and she had go get her before it was too late.
Water poured out all over the kitchens floor and cabinets as Monica lifted Lily's struggling body out of the sink and over to the couch. Her pyjamas were soaked through, and covered in soapsuds, her visible skin was scarlet from the waters seemingly high temperatures.
"Please be ok, please." Monica's burst into tears as she waited on some sign of life from the precious baby she loved so much.
It wasn't long before Monica's tears of fear were turned to those of relief as Lily let out a high-pitched scream, followed by soft cries. She was breathing and she was alive. Her face contorted with a look of terror as her cries intensified.
"Shh baby its gonna be ok Aunty Monica's here. Did you get a fright honey? Aunty Monica sure did!" She held her tightly to her body and rocked her back and forth until her crying began to subside. Monica was even sure she gave a little laugh.
She laid her back down on her knees and gave her a last look over to be certain she wasn't in need of medical attention and when she was satisfied that she really was fine she pulled her back into a hug.
"We need to get you out of those clothes sweetie!" Monica carried her into the room her heart still pounding through her chest due to Lily's accident, but that was nothing compared to the sight she was about to see as she walked into the room she had been living in since Friday.
All of Lily's baby clothes were strewn across the floor, her room looked lie it was practically demolished, all the drawers were open, their contents all over the floor with Lily's clothes.
Quickly she ran into the room Phoebe and Joey shared and was met with the same scene, only ten times worse than she expected.
How had she not heard this! She was kicking herself for falling asleep when she should have been awake making sure everything ok, just as Phoebe had asked her to do.
Phoebe's lecture earlier rang in her ears
"But please snap out of that daze, its dangerous if your full concentration isn't on the baby. She's a handful now that she's crawling and needs your constant attention. Accidents happen so easily, so please be careful hun."
What if something worse had happened to Lily? She couldn't bear to think about it.
Whoever had done this to the apartment had obviously taken the baby from her crib and placed her next to the sink and filled it with water. They had wanted her to drown!
What if Joey hadn't called!
Tears streaked her now very pale face as she went over what could have happened, every "What if" in the book flashing through her head.
What the hell was she going to do?
She ran back to her room and went to grab a clean pair of pyjamas from the floor for Lily to wear but stopped herself. She remembered from all her nights when she was single and stayed home to watch NYPD Blue that everything was evidence and to touch nothing.
She retracted her hand and ran for the front door, slamming it behind her as she ran to her own apartment to call the police.
With Lily still in her arms she dialled 911 as steadily as her hands would allow, their trembling making it difficult to hit the correct numbers.
"Police please."
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Monica spent the longest 10 minutes of her life sitting on her sofa waiting on the cops coming to survey the damage to her friends house.
She wished she had someone there to help her, make things seem more rational and calm her down slightly. But there was no one. All the people she cared about were away living their lives.
Chandler would have known what to do and what to say, but she had no clue. This was a whole new scary experience to her, and she just had to accept he wasn't here to offer support, and probably would never be again.
This was her chance to show the world that she was independent. If she could cope with this she could cope with anything she told herself, knowing fine well she wasn't handling this in the slightest.
She rocked Lily, who was now stripped of her wet clothes and wrapped in a huge pink towel in her arms while she continued to wait, toying with the idea of whether or not to call Phoebe and let her know what was going on.
She had two options. Call her and ruin her day, maybe even her whole week. Or wait until she gets home and cause less panic.
Before she could get the chance to make up her mind a loud rapturous knock sounded at the door and she ran as fast as she could to answer it.
The police officers let themselves into the apartment without saying a word, eyeing up Monica who was still dressed in her nightdress and housecoat.
"Miss Geller? Hi I'm Office Richards, and this is Officer Murray. Now from my notes I see you have had a breaking and entering, is that correct?" He looked around the immaculately clean apartment and screwed up his face in confusion.
"Yes, in my friends apartment, across the hall. I was there babysitting her daughter," She nodded to the little girl in her arms.
"And I went for a nap, and when I woke up the whole place had been trashed. I didn't hear a thing, I feel so guilty, I should have been awake." Monica was ready to get into a whole confession when Officer Richards cut her off.
"Miss Geller we are going to have to see the extent of the damage caused. Can you let us in?"
"Sure," Mon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had let her mouth runaway with her and they weren't in the slight bit interested in her remorse.
Once inside each officer went to a different room to analyse the mess. Each one looked like a hurricane had run right through them.
"Do you know if anything has been taken?" Officer Murray turned to Monica, giving her a look that made her feel as she had done it.
"As far as I can see no." That was the first time she had realised that nothing appeared to be missing. Who would just trash a house and leave? What the hell was the point in that? She wondered to herself in bewilderment.
Officer Richards joined them back in Lily's room.
"It looks like whoever has broken in has been here looking for something specific and hasn't found it. Either that or someone certainly wanted to make their presence known. Does your friends have any "enemies" as such?
"God No! Everyone loves those two!" Monica raised her voice in shock at such an accusation. He was clearly going down the wrong track of investigation.
"Sorry miss, but we need to cover all tracks in a situation lie this, we have to ask these questions." "
If you think that one's bad wait until you hear the rest." Officer Murray butted in, trying to make a joke, but Monica wasn't sure if he was or not as his expression stayed sombre, so she didn't dare to laugh.
"Now, can you tell us exactly when you think this may have occurred?" He got his note pad out and began to write something down without waiting on her answer.
"Well Phoebe left for work around 8am, and I woke up at about 11am, so sometime in-between then I would imagine." Monica felt the guilt rise back up in her as the officers stared at her inquisitively.
"So. Miss Buffay was at work. And Mr.?"
"Tribbiani. He's out in LA shooting a film."
"Ok, well we will need to speak with either one of them if we are to proceed with this case. So if you want this taken further tell them to call me at the station. Here's my direct line number," He handed her a small white card and shook her hand firmly as he turned to leave.
"I'll let them know." Monica opened the door for them and watched them walk out into the hallway, but before she had a chance to close the door Officer Murray turned back.
"Oh, and Miss Geller. Don't cut yourself up over this. It's a pretty common occurrence that could have happened to anyone. You're not to blame." And with that he disappeared out of sight.
Monica closed over the door, all the while thinking about what he had just said.
Was she really not to blame?
If that was true then why did she feel so guilty? Why did she not mention Lily's little "accident" to them? And why was she preparing an excuse for Phoebe?
How of earth was she ever going to explain all of this? It was too much for even her to comprehend, and she had just lived through it.
There would be no words to say to explain how she had saved her daughter from drowning, and then in the same breath tell her it had been her fault in the first place.
It was her fault wasn't it?
She banged her free hand against her forehead, causing lily to break into laughter, but Monica didn't join in. She had too much to think about to mess around.
There was no way Phoebe would ever trust her around Lily again, and with no babysitter, and no money to pay a professional there was the very likely chance that Phoebe would quit work, which would lead to her having to give up her course into the bargain, and all of this because of her stupid irresponsibility.
No she couldn't tell her, she would have to lie.
There was no reason to tell Phoebe what had happened while she was gone. The less she knew the better. "It's not like it's going to happen again. It was one break in, and nothing was taken after all. They wont be in any danger if I lie!" She said out loud as she tried to reason with herself that she was actually making the right choice.
Monica placed Lily back in her crib as she started to tidy up the mess and conceal the wreckage that was around her before Phoebe got home.
As far as she was concerned she was doing the right thing for the sake of her friend.
But little did she know she was making a huge mistake, that one day soon would come back to haunt her.
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Thanks for all the reviews guys...keep 'em coming :o)
Revenge is sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N: This isn't the best chapter, but I am going somewhere with it :o)
Things are about to get very dramatic very fast after this one so be warned. :o)
~*~
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She could hardly believe what she was seeing in front of her. How could this be happening? Was she still dreaming?
As soon as she realised she was very much awake and this was reality, Monica jumped as swiftly as was humanly possible from the sofa and sprinted in the direction of the kitchen, where her 11-month-old "niece" was positioned on top of the breakfast bar, just inches from the water filled sink.
Things seemed to play in slow motion as she watched the scene unfold before her very eyes, a million thoughts battling to get to the forefront of her brain.
It was too late. She wasn't quick enough. She watched as Lily's hands slid off the edge, plunging head long into the silver container with an almighty splash, her desperate cries of fear muffled by the boiling, soapy water surrounding her.
A multitude of more thoughts ran through Monica's mind as she hurtled herself towards Lily in a desperate attempt to save her from drowning, one being
"How could she have possibly gotten up there?" The last time Monica had looked she had been sleeping peacefully in her crib, and now here she was, battling to stay alive. But there was no time for trivial questions. Lily's body was floating face down in the water and she had go get her before it was too late.
Water poured out all over the kitchens floor and cabinets as Monica lifted Lily's struggling body out of the sink and over to the couch. Her pyjamas were soaked through, and covered in soapsuds, her visible skin was scarlet from the waters seemingly high temperatures.
"Please be ok, please." Monica's burst into tears as she waited on some sign of life from the precious baby she loved so much.
It wasn't long before Monica's tears of fear were turned to those of relief as Lily let out a high-pitched scream, followed by soft cries. She was breathing and she was alive. Her face contorted with a look of terror as her cries intensified.
"Shh baby its gonna be ok Aunty Monica's here. Did you get a fright honey? Aunty Monica sure did!" She held her tightly to her body and rocked her back and forth until her crying began to subside. Monica was even sure she gave a little laugh.
She laid her back down on her knees and gave her a last look over to be certain she wasn't in need of medical attention and when she was satisfied that she really was fine she pulled her back into a hug.
"We need to get you out of those clothes sweetie!" Monica carried her into the room her heart still pounding through her chest due to Lily's accident, but that was nothing compared to the sight she was about to see as she walked into the room she had been living in since Friday.
All of Lily's baby clothes were strewn across the floor, her room looked lie it was practically demolished, all the drawers were open, their contents all over the floor with Lily's clothes.
Quickly she ran into the room Phoebe and Joey shared and was met with the same scene, only ten times worse than she expected.
How had she not heard this! She was kicking herself for falling asleep when she should have been awake making sure everything ok, just as Phoebe had asked her to do.
Phoebe's lecture earlier rang in her ears
"But please snap out of that daze, its dangerous if your full concentration isn't on the baby. She's a handful now that she's crawling and needs your constant attention. Accidents happen so easily, so please be careful hun."
What if something worse had happened to Lily? She couldn't bear to think about it.
Whoever had done this to the apartment had obviously taken the baby from her crib and placed her next to the sink and filled it with water. They had wanted her to drown!
What if Joey hadn't called!
Tears streaked her now very pale face as she went over what could have happened, every "What if" in the book flashing through her head.
What the hell was she going to do?
She ran back to her room and went to grab a clean pair of pyjamas from the floor for Lily to wear but stopped herself. She remembered from all her nights when she was single and stayed home to watch NYPD Blue that everything was evidence and to touch nothing.
She retracted her hand and ran for the front door, slamming it behind her as she ran to her own apartment to call the police.
With Lily still in her arms she dialled 911 as steadily as her hands would allow, their trembling making it difficult to hit the correct numbers.
"Police please."
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Monica spent the longest 10 minutes of her life sitting on her sofa waiting on the cops coming to survey the damage to her friends house.
She wished she had someone there to help her, make things seem more rational and calm her down slightly. But there was no one. All the people she cared about were away living their lives.
Chandler would have known what to do and what to say, but she had no clue. This was a whole new scary experience to her, and she just had to accept he wasn't here to offer support, and probably would never be again.
This was her chance to show the world that she was independent. If she could cope with this she could cope with anything she told herself, knowing fine well she wasn't handling this in the slightest.
She rocked Lily, who was now stripped of her wet clothes and wrapped in a huge pink towel in her arms while she continued to wait, toying with the idea of whether or not to call Phoebe and let her know what was going on.
She had two options. Call her and ruin her day, maybe even her whole week. Or wait until she gets home and cause less panic.
Before she could get the chance to make up her mind a loud rapturous knock sounded at the door and she ran as fast as she could to answer it.
The police officers let themselves into the apartment without saying a word, eyeing up Monica who was still dressed in her nightdress and housecoat.
"Miss Geller? Hi I'm Office Richards, and this is Officer Murray. Now from my notes I see you have had a breaking and entering, is that correct?" He looked around the immaculately clean apartment and screwed up his face in confusion.
"Yes, in my friends apartment, across the hall. I was there babysitting her daughter," She nodded to the little girl in her arms.
"And I went for a nap, and when I woke up the whole place had been trashed. I didn't hear a thing, I feel so guilty, I should have been awake." Monica was ready to get into a whole confession when Officer Richards cut her off.
"Miss Geller we are going to have to see the extent of the damage caused. Can you let us in?"
"Sure," Mon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had let her mouth runaway with her and they weren't in the slight bit interested in her remorse.
Once inside each officer went to a different room to analyse the mess. Each one looked like a hurricane had run right through them.
"Do you know if anything has been taken?" Officer Murray turned to Monica, giving her a look that made her feel as she had done it.
"As far as I can see no." That was the first time she had realised that nothing appeared to be missing. Who would just trash a house and leave? What the hell was the point in that? She wondered to herself in bewilderment.
Officer Richards joined them back in Lily's room.
"It looks like whoever has broken in has been here looking for something specific and hasn't found it. Either that or someone certainly wanted to make their presence known. Does your friends have any "enemies" as such?
"God No! Everyone loves those two!" Monica raised her voice in shock at such an accusation. He was clearly going down the wrong track of investigation.
"Sorry miss, but we need to cover all tracks in a situation lie this, we have to ask these questions." "
If you think that one's bad wait until you hear the rest." Officer Murray butted in, trying to make a joke, but Monica wasn't sure if he was or not as his expression stayed sombre, so she didn't dare to laugh.
"Now, can you tell us exactly when you think this may have occurred?" He got his note pad out and began to write something down without waiting on her answer.
"Well Phoebe left for work around 8am, and I woke up at about 11am, so sometime in-between then I would imagine." Monica felt the guilt rise back up in her as the officers stared at her inquisitively.
"So. Miss Buffay was at work. And Mr.?"
"Tribbiani. He's out in LA shooting a film."
"Ok, well we will need to speak with either one of them if we are to proceed with this case. So if you want this taken further tell them to call me at the station. Here's my direct line number," He handed her a small white card and shook her hand firmly as he turned to leave.
"I'll let them know." Monica opened the door for them and watched them walk out into the hallway, but before she had a chance to close the door Officer Murray turned back.
"Oh, and Miss Geller. Don't cut yourself up over this. It's a pretty common occurrence that could have happened to anyone. You're not to blame." And with that he disappeared out of sight.
Monica closed over the door, all the while thinking about what he had just said.
Was she really not to blame?
If that was true then why did she feel so guilty? Why did she not mention Lily's little "accident" to them? And why was she preparing an excuse for Phoebe?
How of earth was she ever going to explain all of this? It was too much for even her to comprehend, and she had just lived through it.
There would be no words to say to explain how she had saved her daughter from drowning, and then in the same breath tell her it had been her fault in the first place.
It was her fault wasn't it?
She banged her free hand against her forehead, causing lily to break into laughter, but Monica didn't join in. She had too much to think about to mess around.
There was no way Phoebe would ever trust her around Lily again, and with no babysitter, and no money to pay a professional there was the very likely chance that Phoebe would quit work, which would lead to her having to give up her course into the bargain, and all of this because of her stupid irresponsibility.
No she couldn't tell her, she would have to lie.
There was no reason to tell Phoebe what had happened while she was gone. The less she knew the better. "It's not like it's going to happen again. It was one break in, and nothing was taken after all. They wont be in any danger if I lie!" She said out loud as she tried to reason with herself that she was actually making the right choice.
Monica placed Lily back in her crib as she started to tidy up the mess and conceal the wreckage that was around her before Phoebe got home.
As far as she was concerned she was doing the right thing for the sake of her friend.
But little did she know she was making a huge mistake, that one day soon would come back to haunt her.
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