Gone Wrong
"I'm gonna need you to digest all of this a little bit quicker." Dean nodded, standing in Clark's office, "Cause Phil could be in trouble." He emphasised as Clark looked across at him.
"When the hell have you been doing all of this?" Clark looked across at Dean.
"Over the past couple of months." Dean said, "We've got enough to arrest him. And to get that useless sack of shit out of the hospital." He said, "But I can't do shit until we find Phil, who Billy probably has."
"Why do you two always do this?" Clark groaned, running his hands over his face.
"What? You mean do other people's jobs for them? This case should have been solved when it happened." Dean spat, "Sorry for picking up the pieces and trying to get a woman some justice, never mind help the twenty female patients in that hospital who aren't being treated properly for their illnesses." He said as Clark looked across at him.
"Where is Phil?" Clark stood up.
"I told you, he's missing. His car is still parked at the hospital. He's not answering his phone." Dean said, "It's gotta be Billy." He nodded.
"You're sure of all of this?" Clark questioned. Of course it was hard to believe for anyone.
"Yes, we're sure. I spoke to a woman yesterday, she worked with Teresa as a maid during the time she was raped. Teresa warned her to get out of the house and told her what had happened." Dean said, "If we get him, he's going down."
"You realise what this is going to do to the city?" Clark questioned, "You realise what you've brought onto yourselves?"
"I don't give a shit." Dean said, "And neither does Phil. Bring on the press. I got a whole lot to say." Dean assured him as Clark looked across at him, "Phil didn't wanna involve you. Wanna know why?"
"Why?" Clark shook his head.
"Didn't trust you." Dean said, "We were suspicious about the lack of effort the cops made for Teresa's case. The lack of effort that was put into finding April when she disappeared. We were worried that you were taking a cut of Billy's hush money that he gives to Steve up in Greyson." He said.
"That's what you thought of me?" Clark questioned, "You think I'm running a corrupt ship around here? That I'm shaking hands with suits and getting richer?"
"It made sense." Dean nodded.
"Yeah well fuck you." Clark nodded, "I am a cop at heart. Not a businessman. And I had no clue about any of this. We have thousands of cold cases on the system." Clark reminded him, "And I wasn't the one in charge of this place back when Teresa was murdered. I was just a regular cop, just like you." He said.
"Then who was in charge?" Dean questioned as Clark looked across at him.
"Retired commissioner Andrew Fields." Clark said, "Always a quiet guy. Suspicious. This makes a lot of sense under his supervision." He nodded.
"Great. Another bum we can put behind bars. Add him to the list." Dean nodded.
"Dean, I can't…. I can't ignore any of this." Clark said, "And if Phil is missing, and he's in danger, this precinct is getting rounded up and we're letting them on this." Clark nodded to him as Dean put his hands on his hips, "This is code red."
"Can I trust you?" Dean asked.
"Are you kidding?" Clark screwed his face up, "I see all of this in front of me. Clear as day." He assured Dean, "I want Phil found. And I want him found alive." He said as Dean nodded.
"Yeah. I do too." Dean nodded as Clark ran his hands through his hair.
"Let's get this sick son of a bitch." Clark shook his head as Dean nodded, "Round everybody up outside. I want Andrew Fields and Steve Lynch arrested." He nodded as Dean left the office to round the precinct up for what was possibly the biggest case in the history of the precinct.
"I'm gonna kill you both." Punk mumbled, hanging by the rope attached to the ceiling, his legs weak and giving way underneath him, his hair once slicked back now dishevelled in front of his eyes. Sweat running down his forehead and chest. His voice lost from all the screaming. From all the pain.
"How we doing down here?" Billy called, walking down the stairs to the basement, walking in through the door. Punk couldn't lift his head to look. He was too weak.
It had to have been around four hours of torture. He'd never felt pain like it.
"Fuck you." Punk mumbled as Billy smiled.
"So… how are we feeling?" Billy smiled, putting his hands in his pockets, wandering closer to Punk, grabbing him by the hair to lift his face as Punk looked at him.
"I've been… been better." Punk mumbled as Billy let his hair go as his head dropped back down.
"So, when you walk out of here, what are you gonna do?" Billy asked, folding his arms.
"I'm gonna get your ass in prison." Punk mumbled as Billy looked across at him, "And you're gonna pay for what you did." He whispered.
"Ok, boys. I'll be back in another few hours." Billy nodded to his two crooks who were doing the torturing, walking on by and heading for the door.
"No, wait!" Punk exclaimed as Billy paused, turning around.
"What?" Billy said.
"Come back." Punk swallowed in his dry mouth, "Come back here." He mumbled quietly as Billy walked back towards him.
"Changed your mind on what you're gonna do when you get out of here?" Billy asked.
"Come here." Punk mumbled as Billy walked closer towards him.
Punk lifted his head, looking across at him and spitting on his face, smiling a little as Billy turned away, wiping his face calmly as Punk watched him.
"You know, Phil… maybe I'll just have you put in a psych ward just like that pretty little girl of yours." Billy said as Punk looked across at him, "You seem a little… unstable."
"Perspective is a… a fine thing." Punk nodded.
"Boys, I'll come back in the morning and check on him." Billy decided as Punk groaned, watching Billy walk away out of the room. It was going to be a long night.
It was the middle of the night where AJ couldn't possibly sleep if she tried. She got out of bed and put on some clothes, leaving her bedroom and walking across to Tracy's.
"Tracy." AJ nudged Tracy who was sleeping.
"Huh?" Tracy jumped, looking up at AJ standing over her, "Get out of here with that creepy shit." She grumbled tiredly.
"I'm going out." AJ said as Tracy looked at her.
"What do you mean?" Tracy shook her head, sitting up in bed a little, rubbing her eyes.
"I think Phil might be in trouble." AJ sighed, "I gotta go. Maybe I'll be back before anyone knows I'm gona but I just wanted to let someone know. I'll be ok." She nodded to her.
"You leaving this place never ends well. Please don't go." Tracy shook her head.
"No, I'll be fine." AJ assured her, "Honestly." She nodded as Tracy looked up at her.
"You're so annoying." Tracy sighed, kneeling up and hugging AJ tightly as AJ smiled to herself, hugging her back.
"So are you." AJ nodded, hugging her tightly.
"Go on. Go follow that penis." Tracy nodded as AJ laughed, shaking her head.
"Don't worry, I'll be back." AJ assured her, walking out of the room and closing the door over as Tracy lay back down to go back to sleep.
AJ crept out of the hospital. Slipping out of the doors, using the key she'd stolen to get out of the ward before running out the main entrance, putting her hood up as she ran through the car park.
She ran over to Punk's car, opening the door and spotting the keys in the ignition.
"Ok, how hard can this be?" AJ questioned to herself, getting behind the wheel, turning the key and starting the engine up, "Seatbelt on." She told herself, putting her seatbelt on. She didn't have her drivers licence. She'd never driven a car before, but she figured the roads would be quiet at this time, and all she had to do was put her foot on the pedal and steer.
She put her foot down, a little too hard as kept grips of the wheel, finding a steady pace, breaking harshly and stopping dead at the end of the road.
"God, he'll kill me." AJ scoffed, knowing Punk would kill her if she got his car smashed up.
She pulled out onto the quiet road, finding a steady pace as she kept both hands on the wheel, adjusting the rear view mirror so she could see. She knew where she was headed. She just knew where Punk would be, and she wasn't prepared to wait around on the cops getting themselves ready. She wasn't prepared to lose the one good thing that had showed up in her life.
She drove to Billy's large, secluded house in the burbs, parking a little further away so not to attract attention. She got out of the car, locking it and running down the pathway, looking on at the house and wondering how best to tackle this situation. It was then she realised her main focus was actually finding Phil, not finding the mayor.
She walked around the side of the house, staying low to the ground as she saw a side window opened. She reached her hands up, pulling herself up as she looked in the window to make sure the coast was clear.
She climbed in, grateful to be limber and small to fit through the small gap in the opened window.
She'd never been in the house before, but she could only assume by how quiet and silent it was, that everyone was in bed. The family of this monster. She walked out of the stock room she appeared to have climbed into, looking on at the lavish grand entrance. She remembered all the time she was evicted from her house with her mother. She remembered how tired her mother was. She remembered the pain in her face when she eventually told her what had happened to her in this house.
She wondered what made it fair? That this man, this predator who ruined her life, was living in such luxury without a care in the world. It sickened her.
She walked through the quiet corridors, looking in at the large kitchen, grabbing a sharp knife from the holder just to be safe.
She then walked back out into the large entrance way, looking at the large stairs in front of her, taking a step when she suddenly heard yelling from downstairs. It sounded like Phil, and she immediately turned her attention to following the noise.
She found a half opened door beside the kitchen, opening it up as the sound got louder, noticing the stairs in front of her which clearly lead to some sort of basement or cellar.
She began walking down the stairs, holding the knife out in front of her, taking each step slowly and carefully as the screams had seemed to stop.
She reached the bottom, placing her hand on the door handle and opening the door slowly, gasping as she saw Punk at the other end of the room, hands above his head attached to a rope from the ceiling, shirt off, the only thing keeping up was the rope itself.
"Oh my God." AJ gulped, watching the two men in the room turn and look at her.
"Hey. What the hell?" One of the men said as the other chuckled.
"Is this the cavalry?" The other chuckled as AJ gulped, looking over at Punk nervously.
"Let him go." AJ demanded, "Untie him and let him go."
"No can do, princess."
"Then I'll untie him myself." AJ said, walking over slowly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." One of the men shook his head, "We got more rope for you if you wanna join him. He's been having fun." He chuckled as AJ looked over at Punk, watching as he tried lifting his head.
"Let him go!" AJ yelled, "You've done enough, just let him go." She begged, holding the knife out in front of her to keep them back.
"I'm Mark. This is Paul." Mark said, "And you are?" He teased.
"I'll kill you." AJ promised.
"She's the mental patient." Paul nodded to Mark, "The ill one who thinks boss raped her mom-"
"Oh, really?" Mark asked.
"He did rape my mom." AJ spat, keeping her eyes on Punk and back to the two men.
"Sounds like a desperate attempt for her to make sure you didn't think she was just a cheap homewrecker." Mark nodded.
"Shut up!" AJ yelled as they chuckled.
"So how's the crazy house?" Mark asked, "I bet it's all pills and rainbows." He nodded.
"Give me the knife." Paul ordered, walking closer to AJ who kept the knife held out, "Give me…" He snatched the knife from her, "The knife." He spat, throwing the knife across the room as AJ gulped, "Not so tough now, are you? In the big bad world." He said, beginning to crowd her as she felt the other man creep up behind her, placing his hand on her waist as she quickly turned around.
"Don't touch me." AJ warned, backing up only to bump into Mark who pushed her forward into Paul.
"Come on, let's have some fun." Paul smiled as AJ slapped him across the face as she felt Mark grab her by the hair, pulling her neck back.
"Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" Mark asked as Paul massaged his cheek, walking over and ripping AJ's shirt whilst Mark pulled her zipper off.
"Come on, let's have some fun." Paul grabbed her by the chin as she spat on him, trying to kick and claw at them both. But she had no power over two larger men, no matter what she tried to tell herself.
"That's not very lady like." Mark spat.
"Please stop." AJ begged.
"Oh, you want your knife back?" Mark whispered in her ear, "Huh?" He asked, holding her around the waist in his grips, running his hands over her bra as she closed her eyes, desperately trying to get out of his grips.
Paul chuckled, walking over to Punk who was barely conscious, grabbing him by the hair and holding his head up as Punk looked over at AJ, using what tiny strength he had as he tried pulling on the rope above him with frustration, desperate to get to her, desperate to get her out of here. But his body could barely work.
"You wanna watch?" Paul smiled, holding Punk's head up.