That night Peter's dreams were haunted.
The events of the past few days kept coming at him, taking over him, threatening to envelop him. It was the case, it was the killer but it kept stalling on the girl. Dawn Knite.
The desperation in her eyes, the sarcastic tone, the silent cry for help- it was all there in the dream. It was like a movie that kept pausing on one moment, one phrase.
"How would you know?" Dawn kept asking him, right before she would jump. What was the right answer? What should he have said? What should he have done?
How would you know? How would you know? HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW???????
"Because I've been there!" Peter screamed, waking up. He sat upright in his bead, soaking in sweat.
"Because I've been there", he said quietly, as he realized the answer she wanted, needed. "Because I've been there."
**
"Detective Caine. Detective? Peter? PETER!"
Peter woke out of his reverie with a start. In front of him stood a very agitated Captain Simms.
"Yeah?" He asked tiredly. It has now been a week since the incident and it still plagued his dreams.
"I asked if you agree?" She said folding her arms.
"Umm. Yes" he said bluffing. Truth be told- he had no idea what she was referring to.
"Good. Now go home Detective and get some rest."
"What?!" Peter asked, jumping from his seat.
"Before hand I told you I thought you should go home. You just agreed with me. I don't want to see you coming within ten feet of this precinct. Is that understood?" Simms asked with a dangerous voice. Peter sighed and left the place, heading back to his place.
"He must be doing really bad", Simms commented.
"How's that?" Kermit asked curious.
"He actually listened to something I said."
Peter lay down on his bed thinking. He was tired and if he really tried, he might have a shot at sleep. But for some reason he felt restless, uneasy. It was as though he wanted to jump up and hit something, someone, or anything for that matter. He just wanted to get it all out of his system.
"Is everything all right?"
Peter jumped a foot in the air and tried to calm his heart down.
"Jesus Pop! Don't do that! You'll give me a heart attack! Don't you ever knock?" He asked, sitting back on the bed.
"You are troubled"; Kwai Chang Caine stated more than asked.
"I'll live," Peter muttered, getting off the bed. He went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.
"Do you wish to tell me?" His father asked gently.
"Not really", Peter grumbled and sat down sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head between his hands. His father sat across him and observed him.
"You do not sleep?" His father again stated. It always seemed to Peter that his father could read right through him. He wished it could have been the other way around.
"Not really" Peter repeated tiredly.
"Bad dreams?" His father inquired.
Peter, feeling uncomfortable with the subject went to make himself coffee.
"Something like that."
"If you wish to discuss it-"
"You're always here and I appreciate it Pop. I.I just need to be able to handle stuff on my own, that's all." Peter said, his voice edged with a silent plea.
His father merely nodded sadly. He knew he could not always help his son, always be there for him, but he wished he could. He did not want his son to handle something on his own, without him to protect him. His mind drifted back to when Peter discovered he was being followed by his father, trying to keep him out of harm's way.
'Quit being my shadow!' Peter said at the time angrily. How could he understand a father's need to guard his son? To protect him?
"Anything you want Pop? Not that I don't appreciate your visits", Peter asked sipping his now-made coffee.
"I came to see if I could help." His father said, eyeing him intently.
"I have heard of what has happened."
Peter sighed and put the mug down angrily. "Damnit why can't anything that happens to me be a secret? Huh? Why is it that you have to know everything? I'm fine, ok? Quit nesting me, Peter big boy now! So what if a kid decided to end her life and she jumped? Who cares?"
Though he knew his son was hurting, his son's words hurt deeply.
"Apparently you do." Caine stated, crossing his arms. "I did not hear of the suicide. Your friend Kermit contacted me, asking for my help. He was afraid that a certain murder investigation was bothering you."
"I said I'll be ok", Peter said angrily, looking for a way to release his rage.
"But you are not now."
"Look! Quit hogging my life dad! It's my life, my mistakes, all right? I can't have you holding my hand every step of the way! I survived 15 years without you, I can survive a bit apart."
"What are you saying?" Caine asked confused. He did not like his son's tone of voice.
"I'm saying POP, that I want you to stop getting involved with my life! Stop trying to shield me from the world! I'm saying I want some space!" Peter said desperately, laughing without mirth.
"But I am your father", Caine tried to reason with him.
"You weren't my father for 15 years. You can't just start from where you left off. Things change, I changed." Peter said, leaving the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Caine asked, hiding the pain his son's words inflicted upon him.
"Away. I gotta do some thinking" he said and left. Caine sat down slowly and rubbed his temples. Sometimes dealing with his son exhausted him. He loved him of course, but sometimes he was difficult to handle. It was as if he were a different person altogether than the young boy he was at the temple. As if his innocence was stolen and all that was left was pain. He wanted to help Peter deal with it, but he can not do so until Peter will allow him in. Caine left his son's apartment and headed back to his place. He would have to wait patiently for Peter to approach him.
**
Peter walked with no destination for about an hour, deep in thought, before he realized where he was. He was standing in front of the building from which Dawn Knite plummeted to her death. He could still spot a bit of dried blood around where the body touched the ground. He went closer and stared at the spot where she died, where the bones shattered. It was as if she were still here somehow, he could feel her presence. He felt something drop on his head and he looked up. There was no rain. He touched his hair with his hand and brought it closer to his nose. Beer. Peter looked up abruptly and saw a figure up on the roof. He took out his cell and called the precinct this time. He knew it would take them a while to get here, so he decided to try and stall the person, who by now was moving closer to the edge.
"Not again", he muttered as he climbed back up to the roof.
Peter entered the roof and was assaulted by emotions. Fear, pain, regret, guilt. He had to shake his head to see straight, it was so blinding.
"Hello?" He asked gently, not wanting to scare the person. The image turned around sharply, scrutinizing the intruder. Peter gasped when he saw the young brown hair girl with deep piercing eyes.
"Dawn." He whispered.
-END PART 2-
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The events of the past few days kept coming at him, taking over him, threatening to envelop him. It was the case, it was the killer but it kept stalling on the girl. Dawn Knite.
The desperation in her eyes, the sarcastic tone, the silent cry for help- it was all there in the dream. It was like a movie that kept pausing on one moment, one phrase.
"How would you know?" Dawn kept asking him, right before she would jump. What was the right answer? What should he have said? What should he have done?
How would you know? How would you know? HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW???????
"Because I've been there!" Peter screamed, waking up. He sat upright in his bead, soaking in sweat.
"Because I've been there", he said quietly, as he realized the answer she wanted, needed. "Because I've been there."
**
"Detective Caine. Detective? Peter? PETER!"
Peter woke out of his reverie with a start. In front of him stood a very agitated Captain Simms.
"Yeah?" He asked tiredly. It has now been a week since the incident and it still plagued his dreams.
"I asked if you agree?" She said folding her arms.
"Umm. Yes" he said bluffing. Truth be told- he had no idea what she was referring to.
"Good. Now go home Detective and get some rest."
"What?!" Peter asked, jumping from his seat.
"Before hand I told you I thought you should go home. You just agreed with me. I don't want to see you coming within ten feet of this precinct. Is that understood?" Simms asked with a dangerous voice. Peter sighed and left the place, heading back to his place.
"He must be doing really bad", Simms commented.
"How's that?" Kermit asked curious.
"He actually listened to something I said."
Peter lay down on his bed thinking. He was tired and if he really tried, he might have a shot at sleep. But for some reason he felt restless, uneasy. It was as though he wanted to jump up and hit something, someone, or anything for that matter. He just wanted to get it all out of his system.
"Is everything all right?"
Peter jumped a foot in the air and tried to calm his heart down.
"Jesus Pop! Don't do that! You'll give me a heart attack! Don't you ever knock?" He asked, sitting back on the bed.
"You are troubled"; Kwai Chang Caine stated more than asked.
"I'll live," Peter muttered, getting off the bed. He went to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.
"Do you wish to tell me?" His father asked gently.
"Not really", Peter grumbled and sat down sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head between his hands. His father sat across him and observed him.
"You do not sleep?" His father again stated. It always seemed to Peter that his father could read right through him. He wished it could have been the other way around.
"Not really" Peter repeated tiredly.
"Bad dreams?" His father inquired.
Peter, feeling uncomfortable with the subject went to make himself coffee.
"Something like that."
"If you wish to discuss it-"
"You're always here and I appreciate it Pop. I.I just need to be able to handle stuff on my own, that's all." Peter said, his voice edged with a silent plea.
His father merely nodded sadly. He knew he could not always help his son, always be there for him, but he wished he could. He did not want his son to handle something on his own, without him to protect him. His mind drifted back to when Peter discovered he was being followed by his father, trying to keep him out of harm's way.
'Quit being my shadow!' Peter said at the time angrily. How could he understand a father's need to guard his son? To protect him?
"Anything you want Pop? Not that I don't appreciate your visits", Peter asked sipping his now-made coffee.
"I came to see if I could help." His father said, eyeing him intently.
"I have heard of what has happened."
Peter sighed and put the mug down angrily. "Damnit why can't anything that happens to me be a secret? Huh? Why is it that you have to know everything? I'm fine, ok? Quit nesting me, Peter big boy now! So what if a kid decided to end her life and she jumped? Who cares?"
Though he knew his son was hurting, his son's words hurt deeply.
"Apparently you do." Caine stated, crossing his arms. "I did not hear of the suicide. Your friend Kermit contacted me, asking for my help. He was afraid that a certain murder investigation was bothering you."
"I said I'll be ok", Peter said angrily, looking for a way to release his rage.
"But you are not now."
"Look! Quit hogging my life dad! It's my life, my mistakes, all right? I can't have you holding my hand every step of the way! I survived 15 years without you, I can survive a bit apart."
"What are you saying?" Caine asked confused. He did not like his son's tone of voice.
"I'm saying POP, that I want you to stop getting involved with my life! Stop trying to shield me from the world! I'm saying I want some space!" Peter said desperately, laughing without mirth.
"But I am your father", Caine tried to reason with him.
"You weren't my father for 15 years. You can't just start from where you left off. Things change, I changed." Peter said, leaving the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Caine asked, hiding the pain his son's words inflicted upon him.
"Away. I gotta do some thinking" he said and left. Caine sat down slowly and rubbed his temples. Sometimes dealing with his son exhausted him. He loved him of course, but sometimes he was difficult to handle. It was as if he were a different person altogether than the young boy he was at the temple. As if his innocence was stolen and all that was left was pain. He wanted to help Peter deal with it, but he can not do so until Peter will allow him in. Caine left his son's apartment and headed back to his place. He would have to wait patiently for Peter to approach him.
**
Peter walked with no destination for about an hour, deep in thought, before he realized where he was. He was standing in front of the building from which Dawn Knite plummeted to her death. He could still spot a bit of dried blood around where the body touched the ground. He went closer and stared at the spot where she died, where the bones shattered. It was as if she were still here somehow, he could feel her presence. He felt something drop on his head and he looked up. There was no rain. He touched his hair with his hand and brought it closer to his nose. Beer. Peter looked up abruptly and saw a figure up on the roof. He took out his cell and called the precinct this time. He knew it would take them a while to get here, so he decided to try and stall the person, who by now was moving closer to the edge.
"Not again", he muttered as he climbed back up to the roof.
Peter entered the roof and was assaulted by emotions. Fear, pain, regret, guilt. He had to shake his head to see straight, it was so blinding.
"Hello?" He asked gently, not wanting to scare the person. The image turned around sharply, scrutinizing the intruder. Peter gasped when he saw the young brown hair girl with deep piercing eyes.
"Dawn." He whispered.
-END PART 2-
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