DI Tyler had been staring at the name of Sam's rapist for the last three hours. She was supposed to be sorting through the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated on her desk but found herself unable to get her mind off of the woman who was lying in a hospital bed because she had failed her.
It was her job to protect Sam and now she was lying on some hospital bed with tubes down her throat.
She should have known, should have guessed that he wouldn't have given up so easily. At least now he was sitting in a cell waiting for justice to be done. The only issue left was his accomplice, the one who had left a partial fingerprint at the scene of the first rape when they had removed all other DNA evidence.
In twenty minutes they were all heading to where it was suspected that they both lived, and arresting the second man if he was stupid enough to still be there. That was the only thing that made DI Tyler want to get up in the morning: justice for Sam.
She raised her head for the first time in nearly an hour and felt waves of cramp emanate from her back right up to her neck, warning her that she wasn't a teenager anymore and couldn't recover as quickly from stiffness. She didn't care.
She stood up slowly and tucked her high back leather chair behind her desk before heading out of the office and into the corridor.
The usual traffic of cops and criminals was winding it's way around the station, and for a moment DI Tyler felt a little less like the entire world and just ended. Well, for a moment at least.
She saw the woman running up to her out of the corner of her eye, and chose to ignore her for a few seconds in the hope that she was wrong. But alas, the familiar round-faced officer marched straight u tp her and tapped her shoulder gently.
"DI Tyler." She said formally.
"PC Rowan. What can I do for you?"
"Everyone is gathered down in reception, we're ready to go on your command." The woman replied, staring up at her unreadable expression.
"Thank you, PC Rowan. Tell them I'll be down in a minute."
"DI Tyler?"
"Is there something else?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Meet me downstairs, that will be all."
…
They pulled up outside the house in a matter of minutes, eight officers crammed into a minibus with a police car following on behind. DI Tyler was the last to step out, and took a moment to stare up at the mansion they were going to have to search every inch of.
PC Rowan's voice snapped her out of her momentary daydream in which she pictured Sam lying in a hospital bed with all her co workers around her.
"Ma'am? Are we going in or not?" Asked an officer nearby.
"Yes. Proceed." DI Tyler replied as she continued staring up at the house.
The next few minutes involved the word 'police' being shouted several times and people black in bullet proof jackets flitting around a large home shouting 'clear' once they reached a new room.
DI Tyler walked in slowly behind them, following the sounds of scuffling and shouting until she came across the room to which the sounds belonged. She was greeted with the site of an unshaven an thrashing around in a drunken rage while two officers attempted to pin him down long enough to place the handcuffs around his wrists.
She didn't exactly know what to feel as she stared at the man, for she knew immediately that he had some kind of close relation to the man in custody. She felt cold inside, the type of cold that numbs all of your senses and makes you do things that you would never normally have the nerve for.
She thought for a moment what it would be like to drop her guard and exact the kind of revenge that Sam deserved. She watched him writhing around for a few moments more, before shaking the feeling form her system.
She was a police officer, not a hooligan.
She knelt down close to his face, but not close enough to come into contact with the blows he was aiming at her.
"Stop moving. Now." She said with terrifying calm.
Something in his voice got through to her even in his drunken state, and he lay still which allowed the officers behind him to finally get the cuffs around his skinny wrists.
"I know what you did. We all know. You found her lying in a hospital bed after your brother had hurt her once again and you finished the job, didn't you? You raped her. Now I don't know what kind of sick bastard does something like that but I intend to pick apart every brain cell in your head until I have my answer and until Sam get's justice" DI Tyler said with an expression that could have turned the most hardened criminal's legs to jelly.
"You won't get nothin' outta me." He said, giving her a taste of his foul breath.
She stood up and turned away as his rights were read to him, before turning back and giving him a mysterious smile.
It was going to be a long night.
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Ok so I have another question: Do you want Sam to get into a relationship in this story and if so, who? If not, why? (Though I already said I don't want this turning into a Sam/Dylan thing, if that's who you want give me a reason and I'll consider it)
