Author's note: This is my first attempt at a KF: TLC fic, so bare with me,
k? I've only seen about 12 episodes from the first season! I have no Beta
Reader, though I'd love one. So if anyone wants email me.
EVE AND DAWN
Peter Caine walked towards his car in silence.
He just had a rough day at work, and all he wanted was a shower and some sleep. He looked for his keys and noticed that his hands were shaking.
"Stop it!" He berated them silently.
"I should be celebrating!" But he wasn't. He felt a knot tightening in his throat as he swallowed. No, he was definitely NOT celebrating. He just solved one of his toughest cases without the help of his Pop and here he was all over the place. It was one of the most grotesque murders he has ever handled. Every detail about the murder made it more and more hideous. But the murder was solved and the murderer was behind bars where he belongs.
Then why is he so bugged?
Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
It was the guy.
When they caught up with the bastard, Peter was in the lead. He was the one that busted the guy and took him to rot in jail. But this guy.. Upset him. Some of the guy's feelings and thoughts poured over Peter like a tide exploding on the shore. Peter was taken aback by the hate, anger, pain- it was so.intense. Until at a certain point he wasn't sure if it was the guy's emotions or his. And that was the scary part.
Peter shook his head ordering those thoughts away. He hadn't told his Pop about all this, how could he? How could he tell the person that meant the world to him that he was like that scum? That he WAS that scum? No, he couldn't, at least yet.
Peter found his keys and was about to enter his car, when new emotions swept over him.
Pain, lose, hurt, anger, and rage..
Peter tried to block the emotions out with no success. They were too powerful, too sharp.. Too desperate. Peter felt the desperation, the loss of hope. He knew that whoever it was, was in trouble. He noticed a flicker of something on one of the buildings. He concentrated on it until he could make out a shape, standing near the ledge. Peter immediately ran into the building and up the stairs. It wasn't such a tall building, but a fall from that height would definitely kill. Peter pushed himself further; his muscles burning and he felt his heart beat. He finally reached the last floor and went up to the roof. It was a cold night and the wind ruffled his hair and chilled his breath.
"Hello?" He asked, panting, as he walked to where he saw the image.
The girl jumped and turned around startled.
"It's not that smart to make a jumper.. Jumpy", she said to him. She was about sixteen years old, with short, wavy brown hair and dark, intense eyes.
"Why are you up here?" Peter asked, trying to think of what to do or say. He wasn't a negotiator or a specialist in suiciding; maybe he should call for backup? But he was afraid that by the time they got here it would be too late. He'd have to wig it.
The girl snorted. "Committing suicide, duh. You're not a very bright cop, are you?"
"How'd you know I was a cop?" Peter asked, trying to think of what to do next. How could he convince her to come down?
"Any other guy that saw a person trying to jump from the roof would call the cops. Only a cop would run up the building and try and stop me", the girl shrugged, peering off the ledge.
"I'm Detective Peter Caine", Peter said, trying to spark up a conversation.
"Dawn Knite", the girl said, looking over at Peter.
"Alright Dawn. Wanna tell me why you want to kill yourself?" Peter tried to ask casually. A little voice inside his head kept whispering to him that this whole situation was wrong. He blocked it and decided to keep her talking.
"No, not really", Dawn said, taking a step closer to the edge.
"Are you sure? Sometimes it helps to just talk about it"; Peter said a bit nervously.
"But most of the times it doesn't", she replied, crossing her arms. "You don't want to listen. All you care about is that cop duty of yours to save lives."
"That's not true", Peter said. He felt a trickle of sweat formulate on his forehead. He quickly wiped at it. "I do want to hear."
"Yeah? You have some sick obsession with people's problems? It makes you feel better about
Yourself? About your life? 'Oh don't complain, she has it a lot worse than you do'" Dawn said.
Peter took a deep breath and slowly let it our. This was going to be difficult.
"What's the matter? You're giving up on me already?" She asked, smiling. "Poor Peter."
"Look, fine. Don't talk to me. Is there anyone else you can talk to? Friends? Family?"
"I told you talking doesn't do squat!" Dawn shouted, very close to tears.
"Whatever it is, it isn't worth it!" Peter shouted back desperately.
"How would you know?"
Dawn looked Peter intensely in the eye and took a final step back. Peter cried out her name as he rushed to her, but was too late. Dawn was already falling through the air, plummeting towards the ground at a fast speed. Peter watched hopelessly as she crashed to the ground.
-END PART 1-
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-Ivy-
EVE AND DAWN
Peter Caine walked towards his car in silence.
He just had a rough day at work, and all he wanted was a shower and some sleep. He looked for his keys and noticed that his hands were shaking.
"Stop it!" He berated them silently.
"I should be celebrating!" But he wasn't. He felt a knot tightening in his throat as he swallowed. No, he was definitely NOT celebrating. He just solved one of his toughest cases without the help of his Pop and here he was all over the place. It was one of the most grotesque murders he has ever handled. Every detail about the murder made it more and more hideous. But the murder was solved and the murderer was behind bars where he belongs.
Then why is he so bugged?
Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
It was the guy.
When they caught up with the bastard, Peter was in the lead. He was the one that busted the guy and took him to rot in jail. But this guy.. Upset him. Some of the guy's feelings and thoughts poured over Peter like a tide exploding on the shore. Peter was taken aback by the hate, anger, pain- it was so.intense. Until at a certain point he wasn't sure if it was the guy's emotions or his. And that was the scary part.
Peter shook his head ordering those thoughts away. He hadn't told his Pop about all this, how could he? How could he tell the person that meant the world to him that he was like that scum? That he WAS that scum? No, he couldn't, at least yet.
Peter found his keys and was about to enter his car, when new emotions swept over him.
Pain, lose, hurt, anger, and rage..
Peter tried to block the emotions out with no success. They were too powerful, too sharp.. Too desperate. Peter felt the desperation, the loss of hope. He knew that whoever it was, was in trouble. He noticed a flicker of something on one of the buildings. He concentrated on it until he could make out a shape, standing near the ledge. Peter immediately ran into the building and up the stairs. It wasn't such a tall building, but a fall from that height would definitely kill. Peter pushed himself further; his muscles burning and he felt his heart beat. He finally reached the last floor and went up to the roof. It was a cold night and the wind ruffled his hair and chilled his breath.
"Hello?" He asked, panting, as he walked to where he saw the image.
The girl jumped and turned around startled.
"It's not that smart to make a jumper.. Jumpy", she said to him. She was about sixteen years old, with short, wavy brown hair and dark, intense eyes.
"Why are you up here?" Peter asked, trying to think of what to do or say. He wasn't a negotiator or a specialist in suiciding; maybe he should call for backup? But he was afraid that by the time they got here it would be too late. He'd have to wig it.
The girl snorted. "Committing suicide, duh. You're not a very bright cop, are you?"
"How'd you know I was a cop?" Peter asked, trying to think of what to do next. How could he convince her to come down?
"Any other guy that saw a person trying to jump from the roof would call the cops. Only a cop would run up the building and try and stop me", the girl shrugged, peering off the ledge.
"I'm Detective Peter Caine", Peter said, trying to spark up a conversation.
"Dawn Knite", the girl said, looking over at Peter.
"Alright Dawn. Wanna tell me why you want to kill yourself?" Peter tried to ask casually. A little voice inside his head kept whispering to him that this whole situation was wrong. He blocked it and decided to keep her talking.
"No, not really", Dawn said, taking a step closer to the edge.
"Are you sure? Sometimes it helps to just talk about it"; Peter said a bit nervously.
"But most of the times it doesn't", she replied, crossing her arms. "You don't want to listen. All you care about is that cop duty of yours to save lives."
"That's not true", Peter said. He felt a trickle of sweat formulate on his forehead. He quickly wiped at it. "I do want to hear."
"Yeah? You have some sick obsession with people's problems? It makes you feel better about
Yourself? About your life? 'Oh don't complain, she has it a lot worse than you do'" Dawn said.
Peter took a deep breath and slowly let it our. This was going to be difficult.
"What's the matter? You're giving up on me already?" She asked, smiling. "Poor Peter."
"Look, fine. Don't talk to me. Is there anyone else you can talk to? Friends? Family?"
"I told you talking doesn't do squat!" Dawn shouted, very close to tears.
"Whatever it is, it isn't worth it!" Peter shouted back desperately.
"How would you know?"
Dawn looked Peter intensely in the eye and took a final step back. Peter cried out her name as he rushed to her, but was too late. Dawn was already falling through the air, plummeting towards the ground at a fast speed. Peter watched hopelessly as she crashed to the ground.
-END PART 1-
Like? Hate? Indifferent? Any comments and reviews please post!
-Ivy-