It's all in the past
Chapter 3: Angel
A/N: This is Nick's chapter. It was pretty easy to figure out what his worst moment would be and since everyone's expecting it, I have to put a twist on it. Otherwise it's no fun. It may be confusing as it will be a memory within a memory.
"I guess I'll go next," Nick looked around the room and met Greg's gaze. He was the only one who even had the slightest idea of what his worst time had been. Some people thought they knew, but they never heard the entire story. Nick hadn't even told Greg the whole story but that would change in a matter of minutes.
"It happened when I was a member of the Dallas police force. It was only my second year and I was still the newest guy on the force so I was still considered a rookie. My partner and I got a called to a domestic disturbance scene. The neighbors heard a kid crying and someone, an adult they thought, was screaming and cussing. It was the kind of call everyone dreaded the most, right after a child's death and rape.
"When we got there the screaming had stopped. A lady in her late thirties opened the door and we could see an ugly black bruise on her cheek that was already beginning to swell. She was hysterical, to the point where I thought we would have to call an ambulance, but my partner got her to calm down a little. She was crying so hard we could barely make out what she was saying but managed to figure out that her babysitter had raped and then kidnapped her nine-year-old son.
"We took down her statement but there wasn't much else we could do until the detectives got there. Once they did they sent my partner and I home. We had been off for ten minutes and the captain hated paying overtime. I went home but I couldn't sleep. The case had brought up so many old memories that I thought I finally forgot. No, forgot's a bad word. It was more like I had come to terms with what had happened, accepted it even. Then we got that case.
"You see, when I was nine my parents were in the middle of their social party phase. One night my regular babysitter came down with the flu so she asked my mom if the girl who lived in the apartment across from her could watch me. The girl was willing, as she didn't make any plans for the evening, and my parents were desperate. They had to attend this function because it was for a charity that they donated to, or something like that.
"I'm getting off topic here. The girl came and, after telling her everything she needed to know, my parents left. We had a great time, at first. She let me eat ice cream, watch a PG-13 movie, and stay up an hour past my bedtime. Back then it was a big deal, especially for a nine-year- old. I couldn't wait for school on Monday so I could brag to all my friends. What happened next is something I would never brag about. I tried to forget it ever happened but I found out that's impossible.
"When I finally went to bed, at like eleven o'clock, I was exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes opened and I was so tired I couldn't walk straight. I almost ran into my door but my babysitter opened it before I could. She followed me into my room and helped me get undressed. I never even thought to tell her to leave; I guess I was too tired to think about it. I just got under my covers and closed my eyes. The next thing I know the covers are on the ground and she's on top of me."
Nick looked up at the collective gasp. Three of his five teammates were wearing shocked looks while the other two had encouraging looks, telling him that he was doing fine. Greg, since he knew the most out of the five, caught his gaze and Nick saw the understanding in his eyes. Nick took that understanding and used it to draw the strength to continue.
"She raped me. I'm not going to go into details, not only to spare you but also to spare me. It's too, well you know. I was never so happy to see my parents walk into the room as she was raping me a second time. At first I thought they were mad at me for letting her do this to me. I've never seen my father get angry so fast. He lifted her off of me and got her out of the room. I never saw her again. She went to prison for rape and assault.
"This memory kept floating through my mind every time I thought about the poor kid. I could only pray that we would find the boy before it was too late. Then again maybe it would have been better for him to be dead. Then he wouldn't have to live with the memories of being raped by someone that he trusted.
"No! I don't mean that. We were doing everything we could to find that boy and find his kidnapper. We tracked down an address of one of her previous boyfriends, whom she was still friendly with, and he gave her up. Told us she was hiding in an abandoned bungalow on the outskirts of the district and he brought her food everyday, so she didn't have to be seen. We had an APB out on her and the boy.
"We wasted no time in getting to the bungalow. My partner went around back and another cop and I were going to go in the front. Turns out all the planning wasn't needed. The girl had shot herself on the back porch with a letter that said she was sorry. She called it temporary insanity. We found the boy inside, tied to the only piece of furniture in the whole house, a bed.
"He would have to go to extensive therapy and he would probably never get over it, I mean I never did, but he was going to be all right, physically. I switched over to crime scene as soon as I could. I don't really know why. I guess I figured that I'd be better at solving crimes. Maybe I wanted to find all the rapists I could and put them behind bars. I really don't know. But years, later here I am."
The looks on his co-workers faces were shocked and some had a hint of being disgusted but Nick knew it was at his babysitter and not at him. He saw Greg flash him a proud grin. He knew how hard it was for Nick to recount that particular moment. Nick still had nightmares about it, but since he started at CSI: Neveda, they came less frequently.
A/N: This is Nick's chapter. It was pretty easy to figure out what his worst moment would be and since everyone's expecting it, I have to put a twist on it. Otherwise it's no fun. It may be confusing as it will be a memory within a memory.
"I guess I'll go next," Nick looked around the room and met Greg's gaze. He was the only one who even had the slightest idea of what his worst time had been. Some people thought they knew, but they never heard the entire story. Nick hadn't even told Greg the whole story but that would change in a matter of minutes.
"It happened when I was a member of the Dallas police force. It was only my second year and I was still the newest guy on the force so I was still considered a rookie. My partner and I got a called to a domestic disturbance scene. The neighbors heard a kid crying and someone, an adult they thought, was screaming and cussing. It was the kind of call everyone dreaded the most, right after a child's death and rape.
"When we got there the screaming had stopped. A lady in her late thirties opened the door and we could see an ugly black bruise on her cheek that was already beginning to swell. She was hysterical, to the point where I thought we would have to call an ambulance, but my partner got her to calm down a little. She was crying so hard we could barely make out what she was saying but managed to figure out that her babysitter had raped and then kidnapped her nine-year-old son.
"We took down her statement but there wasn't much else we could do until the detectives got there. Once they did they sent my partner and I home. We had been off for ten minutes and the captain hated paying overtime. I went home but I couldn't sleep. The case had brought up so many old memories that I thought I finally forgot. No, forgot's a bad word. It was more like I had come to terms with what had happened, accepted it even. Then we got that case.
"You see, when I was nine my parents were in the middle of their social party phase. One night my regular babysitter came down with the flu so she asked my mom if the girl who lived in the apartment across from her could watch me. The girl was willing, as she didn't make any plans for the evening, and my parents were desperate. They had to attend this function because it was for a charity that they donated to, or something like that.
"I'm getting off topic here. The girl came and, after telling her everything she needed to know, my parents left. We had a great time, at first. She let me eat ice cream, watch a PG-13 movie, and stay up an hour past my bedtime. Back then it was a big deal, especially for a nine-year- old. I couldn't wait for school on Monday so I could brag to all my friends. What happened next is something I would never brag about. I tried to forget it ever happened but I found out that's impossible.
"When I finally went to bed, at like eleven o'clock, I was exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes opened and I was so tired I couldn't walk straight. I almost ran into my door but my babysitter opened it before I could. She followed me into my room and helped me get undressed. I never even thought to tell her to leave; I guess I was too tired to think about it. I just got under my covers and closed my eyes. The next thing I know the covers are on the ground and she's on top of me."
Nick looked up at the collective gasp. Three of his five teammates were wearing shocked looks while the other two had encouraging looks, telling him that he was doing fine. Greg, since he knew the most out of the five, caught his gaze and Nick saw the understanding in his eyes. Nick took that understanding and used it to draw the strength to continue.
"She raped me. I'm not going to go into details, not only to spare you but also to spare me. It's too, well you know. I was never so happy to see my parents walk into the room as she was raping me a second time. At first I thought they were mad at me for letting her do this to me. I've never seen my father get angry so fast. He lifted her off of me and got her out of the room. I never saw her again. She went to prison for rape and assault.
"This memory kept floating through my mind every time I thought about the poor kid. I could only pray that we would find the boy before it was too late. Then again maybe it would have been better for him to be dead. Then he wouldn't have to live with the memories of being raped by someone that he trusted.
"No! I don't mean that. We were doing everything we could to find that boy and find his kidnapper. We tracked down an address of one of her previous boyfriends, whom she was still friendly with, and he gave her up. Told us she was hiding in an abandoned bungalow on the outskirts of the district and he brought her food everyday, so she didn't have to be seen. We had an APB out on her and the boy.
"We wasted no time in getting to the bungalow. My partner went around back and another cop and I were going to go in the front. Turns out all the planning wasn't needed. The girl had shot herself on the back porch with a letter that said she was sorry. She called it temporary insanity. We found the boy inside, tied to the only piece of furniture in the whole house, a bed.
"He would have to go to extensive therapy and he would probably never get over it, I mean I never did, but he was going to be all right, physically. I switched over to crime scene as soon as I could. I don't really know why. I guess I figured that I'd be better at solving crimes. Maybe I wanted to find all the rapists I could and put them behind bars. I really don't know. But years, later here I am."
The looks on his co-workers faces were shocked and some had a hint of being disgusted but Nick knew it was at his babysitter and not at him. He saw Greg flash him a proud grin. He knew how hard it was for Nick to recount that particular moment. Nick still had nightmares about it, but since he started at CSI: Neveda, they came less frequently.