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2 weeks later...
"I know you did it!" Brody yelled, jumping up from the table in the interrogator's room.
"Brody." LaSalle said, urging her to sit down.
Brody shot him a confused look and continued to press him for information. "If you don't talk I can press charges for endangering a cop, most likely a DUI based on how drunk you were, and the murder of Alicia Marcus!"
"I didn't murder her!" He shot back.
"All the evidence points to you!" LaSalle cut in, "now just admit it!"
"Don't tell me what to do and not to do!" Davis yelled, anger rising in his voice.
"Oh I think I have that authority right now." LaSalle said, gesturing to the room around him.
An angry grumble filled the room as Davis shot up from his chair and punched LaSalle in the face. LaSalle stumbled back against the wall while Brody quickly slammed Davis into the table. She grabbed the greasy sprigs of hair on the back of his head and slammed his face into the cold metal surface. "Don't ever do that again!" She screamed as anger burned in her eyes and she slammed his face into the table again.
"Brody! Brody stop!" LaSalle pleaded, grabbing her arms and taking her out into the hall.
"We'll be right back." LaSalle glared at the man whose nose was now bleeding all over the table.
"Brody, what got into ya?" He asked the female agent who was staring at her shaking hands.
"He hurt you." She stated simply.
"I'm good now. Doesn't even hurt." He said, pointing to the small purple bruise that had formed on his left cheek.
"I. Don't. Care." Brody said slowly, punctuating each word carefully. "He still hurt you."
"I don't know what is wrong with ya Brody." LaSalle started. "But I think ya just need a hug." LaSalle finished as he wrapped his arms around the female agent and pulled her towards his chest. Brody shook her head and smirked.
"Now why don't you tell me what is wrong?" LaSalle questioned more forcefully than intended. He cringed when he felt her jerk out from his grip.
"For the last fucking time LaSalle, I am fine! So just leave me alone. Damnit! Is it that hard?" Brody yelled as she quickly turned around and crashed into Pride.
"Sorry." She grumbled as she quickly dodged his gaze and went past him.
"Not so fast." Pride said as he grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
She sighed and stared down at the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?" He asked, eyeing his two senior agents.
"I don't know, she won't talk to me!" LaSalle said, his voice mixed with a hint of anger.
"Go! I'll finish the interrogation. Work whatever this is out." Pride said, walking into the room and slamming the door.
"C'mere." LaSalle said, dragging her into the bathroom and locking the door.
"What the heck?" Brody said, looking around the room.
"Needed someplace private." LaSalle replied. "Brody, you've been acting strange for the past few weeks, now please, please tell me what's wrong with you." LaSalle pleaded.
Brody turned towards the mirror and leaned herself against the counter. She laughed bitterly "I should've went to the hospital." She said in a low angry voice.
"What do ya mean?" LaSalle asked cautiously, stepping closer and looking at her through the mirror, noticing her watery, bloodshot eyes.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said in a flat tone. He slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin.
"Try me." He said, gazing into her eyes through the mirror.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered.
"What?!" He half yelled in suprise. Spinning her towards him.
"LaSalle please don't make me say it again." She said, tears starting to slide down her face.
"How...? Oh my God...It's not...?" LaSalle asked, his eyes wide.
She nodded in response, now sobbing.
"I can't be a mother, not to his child." She said, sounding weak and desperate, making his heart break.
He reached out his arms and pulled her to his chest, rubbing small circles on her back.
"Shhhh, it's gonna be alright." LaSalle soothed.
"How? This is a problem that just going to get bigger, and not for just nine month either."
"We'll get through this, I'm not gonna let you do it alone." LaSalle said.
"Please don't tell Pride." She pleaded, staring up at LaSalle.
"I won't, not now anyways. You can trust me."
After sending the murderer and rapist Bill Davis to jail, they wrapped up all the paper work and finished up for the day. LaSalle always seemed to have an eye on her to make sure she was alright. Pride seemed to be pleased with his two agents and after a long stressful day they went home.
Brody turned off her bedroom light and crawled under her warm sheets. She fell into a deep peaceful sleep only to be violently woken up a few hours later by someone holding a cloth to her nose and mouth.
She tried to scream as she struggled against the man's strong grip. Her chest ached for air as she thrashed around. The man yelped as she dug her nails deep into his skin. That was just enough for her to knock his hand away. She quickly rose to her feet as the man charged at her, he rammed into her, knocking her to the ground. Before he was able to pin her wrists down she ripped out a tuft of his blonde hair and threw it up on the bed.
"Stop strugglin' darlin." He whispered in a thick southern drawl, pressing a cool blade to her throat.
He then grabbed the chemical soaked rag and pressed it over her nose and mouth. She unwillingly inhaled and slipped into a blind darkness. She felt her body being lifted and carried out into the night air then thrown into a trunk. She couldn't move, whatever that drug was, made her completely helpless.
Just how he wanted her...
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