Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor do I want to be sued.
Author's Note: Sorry, kiddies, but this is the last chapter. I'm kind of tired of writing this so I'm ending it. I have a hard time doing the same thing for a long period of time. But on the plus side, you'll get more stories!
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Dave quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Ben stirred a little. Dave brushed the hair away from Ben's face.
"Where did you go, Dave?" Ben questioned quietly.
"I had to talk to some people. But I'm here now."
"Okay."
"We have to go."
"Where?"
"The hospital, to make sure you don't have any broken ribs."
"Okay."
Dave picked Ben up and cradled him in his arms. He got up and walked into the living room. Abby and Carter looked at him but said nothing.
"Carter, can you drive me to the hospital?" Dave asked.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Abby said. Carter had told her everything.
"He needs to be examined."
"Okay, my shifts starts in an hour anyway." Carter said.
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Ben was in radiology with Abby. Dave was in the lounge sipping his coffee and Weaver walked in.
"Dave! I heard you were arrested for kidnapping, is that true?" Kerry asked, surprised to see him.
"Sort of." Dave replied, not looking up from his coffee.
She limped over and sat beside him on the green couch.
"What do you mean, sort of?"
"Well, this kid was being abused, I took him to child services, they gave him back to his abusive mother."
"Oh, my..." she trailed off.
"Yeah, I went to their apartment and took Ben with me. Cops arrested me while he was at Carter's. Carter bailed me out, now we're here. Ben's up in radiology, he might have a broken rib."
"Dave, I know you take these abuse cases to heart but you can't go around taking people's kids." She said in an almost soothing voice.
"I know, but I want him to be safe."
Kerry was about to say something when Mark burst in.
"Kerry, we've got a situation."
Dave and Weaver both leapt up and walked into the hall. Ben's mother was holding Ben close to her with a gun to his head.
"You! You son-of-a-bitch! You took my baby!" She said to Dave.
"But he's with you now. We just wanted to keep him healthy."
"Is that why you gave him to the police? You're like all men! Like the one that ran away and left me alone, to fend for my baby and myself! I would never hurt my baby!" She screamed, tears flowing freely.
The police were behind Dave. Everyone stood still, afraid to move.
"You can have him now, he's okay. You can take him home, everything's fine." Dave said as calmly as possible, ever though he was visibly shaking.
"Dave..." Ben squeaked.
"No, everything's not alright. It'll never be alright." She said, all emotions leaving her face. She pulled back the hammer until it clicked.
"No, you don't want to d-" Dave tried to say but was interrupted by the gunshot point blank to Ben's head. Blood splattered everywhere and little Ben fell limp on the floor.
"I'm sorry." She said. A single tear streamed down Dave's cheek. Before anyone could do anything, she pulled back the hammer and shot herself.
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Didn't see that coming did you? I know it's a half-ass ending, but I'm uncreative today.
Author's Note: Sorry, kiddies, but this is the last chapter. I'm kind of tired of writing this so I'm ending it. I have a hard time doing the same thing for a long period of time. But on the plus side, you'll get more stories!
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Dave quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Ben stirred a little. Dave brushed the hair away from Ben's face.
"Where did you go, Dave?" Ben questioned quietly.
"I had to talk to some people. But I'm here now."
"Okay."
"We have to go."
"Where?"
"The hospital, to make sure you don't have any broken ribs."
"Okay."
Dave picked Ben up and cradled him in his arms. He got up and walked into the living room. Abby and Carter looked at him but said nothing.
"Carter, can you drive me to the hospital?" Dave asked.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Abby said. Carter had told her everything.
"He needs to be examined."
"Okay, my shifts starts in an hour anyway." Carter said.
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Ben was in radiology with Abby. Dave was in the lounge sipping his coffee and Weaver walked in.
"Dave! I heard you were arrested for kidnapping, is that true?" Kerry asked, surprised to see him.
"Sort of." Dave replied, not looking up from his coffee.
She limped over and sat beside him on the green couch.
"What do you mean, sort of?"
"Well, this kid was being abused, I took him to child services, they gave him back to his abusive mother."
"Oh, my..." she trailed off.
"Yeah, I went to their apartment and took Ben with me. Cops arrested me while he was at Carter's. Carter bailed me out, now we're here. Ben's up in radiology, he might have a broken rib."
"Dave, I know you take these abuse cases to heart but you can't go around taking people's kids." She said in an almost soothing voice.
"I know, but I want him to be safe."
Kerry was about to say something when Mark burst in.
"Kerry, we've got a situation."
Dave and Weaver both leapt up and walked into the hall. Ben's mother was holding Ben close to her with a gun to his head.
"You! You son-of-a-bitch! You took my baby!" She said to Dave.
"But he's with you now. We just wanted to keep him healthy."
"Is that why you gave him to the police? You're like all men! Like the one that ran away and left me alone, to fend for my baby and myself! I would never hurt my baby!" She screamed, tears flowing freely.
The police were behind Dave. Everyone stood still, afraid to move.
"You can have him now, he's okay. You can take him home, everything's fine." Dave said as calmly as possible, ever though he was visibly shaking.
"Dave..." Ben squeaked.
"No, everything's not alright. It'll never be alright." She said, all emotions leaving her face. She pulled back the hammer until it clicked.
"No, you don't want to d-" Dave tried to say but was interrupted by the gunshot point blank to Ben's head. Blood splattered everywhere and little Ben fell limp on the floor.
"I'm sorry." She said. A single tear streamed down Dave's cheek. Before anyone could do anything, she pulled back the hammer and shot herself.
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Didn't see that coming did you? I know it's a half-ass ending, but I'm uncreative today.