Hi, so here is another chapter and the penultimate chapter of the Season 3 arc. Next chapter will be the last one and then we move onto Season 4 for the final section of this story.

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Bridget

Chapter 28-See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

Kim and Sean get themselves into trouble, Bridget tries to hide the hurt (though Hank knows better) Bridget and Sean also share a moment, Lexi speaks her mind (and is in her own mind a great best friend) and Bridget comes face to face with the man who sent her father to prison—the ADA Peter Stone.


The call had come in that night. They had been sat the lot of them, Bridget, her Dad, Erin, Justin, Olive and the baby all around the table talking and laughing. It was as good to a perfect night as Bridget could remember and then the phone rang and instantly it was ruined when her Dad answered and the colour drained from his face.

"Cop got shot" was all he said and then Erin was on her feet reaching for her jacket without another word and the mood in the room plummeted by several degrees. Bridget watched them leave, it wasn't the first time this had happened after all but there was something about her Dad's posture that she couldn't help but notice. As if he was deliberately trying to keep things normal and that set her instincts alight with suspicion. She shot Justin a look just to see if she was imagining things and her brother nodded without using words as if to say that he too could see that there was something wrong.

"Dad" Justin said into the silence in the room. "Is it someone you know?"

Her Dad turned as if he was thinking hard about the answer and Bridget saw his eyes flicker to her face for a split second before he answered. She had a feeling there was a reason why he was looking at her. The only cop that she had ever been close to other than the ones that were in this room was…

But her Dad was already speaking.

"Sean Roman"

Bridget didn't think she breathed for a full minute. She kept her composure drawing in on every inch of her courage to face him and keep calm. She was not going to have some sort of a breakdown now.

"He was shot through the window of his car. Kim went after the shooter and shot him in the back, I need to go and get a hold of the crime scene. So far Al can't find a gun."

"Is Sean dead?" Bridget asked trying to find the words. Her Dad shook his head. And then Bridget got what the other deal about no gun being found was about.

"Is the person Kim shot African American?"

"Yeah"

"Press will be all over this" Bridget predicted but her Dad was already out the door.

She reminded herself that night as she went to bed that at least Sean was not dead.

That for her was the biggest obstacle overcome.

And she found that she needed to go and see him when the morning came.


He was paler than she realised. It had not been hard to get into the room. He was in a private room and the ED was still awash with cops and there was one at the door. He either knew her or knew of her and he let her in the room. She shut the door and pulled the curtains closed behind her and then sat on the edge of the bed.

He was paler than she had thought he would be. Which seemed a stupid thing to acknowledge really because Sean had been shot. Of course he would be pale and week. He was under the influence of drugs and his arm was heavily wrapped in bandages. He was also hooked up to the machines but with his hair swept back from his face and his skin all clammy and his eyes half open and dazed she couldn't help but realised two things. One, he was still incredibly good looking even when he was injured and two, her feelings for him had not changed. The childhood, teenage crush was still there bubbling away under the surface.

"Hey" she said when he opened his eyes.

"Bridg…" And he trailed off unable to continue the sentence. Bridget grinned.

"Yeah. Your pretty stoned Sean. Some powerful drugs there"

"Pretty" Sean said smiling. Bridget grinned back. "I only came in her for two minutes. I have to go get ready. Tomorrow's first day of Senior Year"

"Very pretty"

Bridget giggled unable to stop herself her hand still on top of his and then the curtain opened and to her dismay and yet privately her secret glee she saw Kim Burgess on the doorstep. The woman took in her and Sean holding hands and seemed to stop moving. Bridget took a moment to take in the stunned look and took an amount of satisfaction in that Kim Burgess was feeling exactly what she had been feeling when she had seen them make out in the police car like horny teenagers.

"Hello" Bridget said politely. She smiled all sweetness and light, it was the smile she generally reserved for Matt Casey, Gabby Dawson and the rest of those people at the Fire House who had been in some way instrumental in chipping away at her family brick by brick. Anyone could see through it and most chose not to. It made life a lot easier.

"Hi…err…I was just…"

"Oh don't let me stop you, I was just going anyway." Bridget said smiling again. She moved towards the door and then stopped turning around as Kim moved more into the room.

"Did they get the gun?" she asked all sweetness and light.

Kim shook her head. Bridget smiled again and then walked out of the room dropping her smile as soon as nobody she knew could see her. The problem with smiles like that was that they generally tended to crack your face is you held them in position for too long.

She allowed herself a slither of satisfaction however. Sean had called her very pretty.


However when she got to the prescient she barely smiled at all. Actually she did something that could be described as exceptionally stupid under the circumstances but she couldn't help it. If she had hated the Dawson siblings and Matt Casey all that time her father and her brother had rotted inside then that was nothing compared to the hatred that she felt for the man that was coming down the stairs with what looked like Kim and Sean's personal files in his arm. He stopped staring at her and there was an expression on his face that might have indicated amusement at the cruel turn of fate that saw them in the same room and again she suspected on opposite sides.

The man was Peter Stone.

The last time that Bridget had seen Peter Stone she had been on the stand and he had been ripping her to shreds. The last time she had seen him he had been telling everyone that her father was an embarrassment to the badge, the city and his wife's memory while Antonio Dawson had nodded along in the seat behind him like the sanctimonious holy than thou prick he was. The time before that he'd had her in an interrogation room and was picking apart details with her for over an hour until Erin had shown up furious and threatened him within an inch of his life.

There was no love lost between the two of them. Actually if she was being honest with herself she wouldn't have minded if Peter Stone's body had been thrown off the docks weighted down with some rocks. It even took her a second to get why he was here. Of course he was here to investigate the circumstances surrounding the shooting. It made perfect sense. A cop had been shot, a cop had returned fire and had shot someone and now there was no gun. And if he knew (and if he only bothered to look a little then surely he would know) about Sean and Kim's relationship (for lack of a better word) then the game was over. A few minutes ago that would have made Bridget smile…but now it just made her feel hollow. She had been on the end of that look of Peter Stones. She wouldn't wish it on anyone. Even Kim.

There was another long look passed between them and then he gave that smile that she remembered only too well. And then before she could stop it, before she could even remember making the decision to act upon it, before had even seen her father standing at the top of the steps to the office, she had crossed the room reached back with her hand and smacked Stone so hard across the face his whole head went snapping to the side. The whole room went silent and Bridget got the distinct impression that Trudy was hiding a smile but she didn't care, she was already pushing past him and up the steps to the door that her Dad had opened for her, up the stairs again and into his office sitting down on the couch and running a hand through his hair.

"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture Bridge, but you probably shouldn't have done that"

Bridget laughed. "Oh I didn't do that for you. I did that for me. I've been wanting to do that for a long time"

Her Dad laughed, a real life this time the lines near his eyes crinkling.

Bridget couldn't help herself, she found that she was laughing too.

"Dad" she said once she had stopped. "You know Sean and Kim?"

"Oh I know. I'd be poor at my job if I didn't…for what it's worth, you could do better than him. Even if he wasn't the worst idea of a man for you that I had in my head"

Bridget's first instinct was to deny it. But she couldn't deny it of course so what was the point. Instead she nodded and she forced herself to look away least he see the emotion that was in her face. She thought however that her father had understood however.


Lexi shouldn't have done it. She really shouldn't have. Looking back it was probably cruel to do it but she did it anyway. As she stepped outside the precinct to go and find Bridget and deliver her the coffee that Lexi being the amazing best friend she was had kindly come to surprise her with, she saw Kim Burgess stepping out into the sunlight sans badge and gun. Lexi had been around cops long enough to know what a suspension looked like.

"Should have kept your panties on" she said she walked past. It was a cruel, merciless comment to a woman that had done nothing wrong but Lexi had seen the look on Bridget's face when she had seen the two of them kissing, she had seen the doubt in her eyes when Lexi had said truthfully that Bridget was one of the prettiest girls she had ever met. She had been Bridget's friend for years.

And she didn't like the person who had made her friend cry even if she was a good cop.

And with that she mind she swept past the steps and went to find her best friend.


Peter Stone got something that might have been conceived as a victory. Bridget wouldn't know on the account of the fact that she refused to be in the same room as the man but assumed Antonio had put his new job to use and had given them something.

She had been at home watching Daniel nap and out of the corner of her eye she had seen Justin play with his phone.

"Anything wrong?" she had asked him. Her brother looked up with an expression that made something in the pit of her stomach clench. It was the look on his face that he had had two years ago when he had been newly released from prison and she had thought that it was only a matter of time before he got himself killed. For a second her brother looked at her and then he shook his head that easy smile coming to his face. He stood and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then walked into the kitchen. Bridget didn't say anything but the feeling that something wasn't right sat with her for a long time that night.

She wasn't wrong and in a weeks time her world was about to be blown apart. That night as she slept however Bridget didn't know it.

Nothing would ever be the same for her again.


And there you go, we all know what's coming next.

Next Chapter-As Bridget and Sean spend a moment together as Sean prepares to leave events take place that will see Bridget and Hank's lives ripped apart and a decision that will leave father and daughter suffer an perhaps irreversible divide.