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Broken Angel chapter 2.
Mary looked at the sleeping form of her primary patient once more. She imagined being in Chris' place, having to lock yourself up for fear of murdering your loved ones, having lived in this hell hole for five years with medication that only seemed to make it worse. But she couldn't be set free, for she would kill someone, and she couldn't be taken off medication either. So life, for Chris would remain a living hell. The only way it could possibly get worse if she actually had killed that husband of hers.
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"TC? Here are those files you wanted." Bobby said basically asking if he could enter. A distracted TC looked up at his sergeant, he missed Cory but when she was offered to be lieutenant of another district he could only be happy for her.
"OK, just. uhm, put them on my desk, I'll get to them as soon as I have this done." He looked his desk over, it looked like a tornado had come and put every paper in the whole wide world on it, and then of course, more then half was in his computer.
"Are you alright, boss?" Bobby asked, knowing that this was as good a time as any to start the questioning.
"Yeah, sure, just catching up on about a years worth of paperwork." He said, knowing it was only this week's work and that next week the same thing would happen.
"Could I. talk to you for a bit?" Bobby nervously asked, in his head going over the things he had thought of before.
"Yeah, sure." TC said, happy to get a break from the paper and knowing that if his sergeant had a problem it had better be fixed sooner then later.
"Well, I am dating this girl. Mary, and she is quite a bit younger then I am, 25 to be exact, that's her age, not the years younger then me and." He was getting more nervous by the second, why couldn't he just tell the man?
"Well, as long as it's legal I don't see the problem. You can find love everywhere." TC said, not knowing he had given the other man a perfect opening.
"You don't seem to, The last what. five years you have been on only two dates and that was because you needed someone to go with you to some official thing, both times were Cory so I don't know she even counts as a date for you."
"I don't see how this has got anything to do with your situation." TC said, not feeling like talking about his own not very existing love life at the moment.
"It's because. I am totally crazy about this girl, and I'm thinking I may ask her to marry me but I don't know, what if she isn't the right one? How did you know?"
"I just knew I loved her and that she loved me, but don't take my for an example because my wife took off five years ago with some lame excuse and has disappeared."
"But that doesn't say she didn't love you. Maybe she thought it would be for your own good or something." Bobby really couldn't stand this, but he had promised and as soon as he had called Mary he would go and tell TC.
"Then she should have told me. But my advise to you is, don't do anything yet, you have just been dating for a couple of months, first get to know her a bit better and make sure she's the right one." TC said, and looked down on his files again, this conversation was over and they both knew it.
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Monica looked up at the lieutenant's office and wished she could hear what was going on in there. There was nothing she could do about it though; it was not like sticking your ear to that door would go unnoticed. With a little hesitation she sat back behind her computer and pulled up Mary Stephen's file, strictly illegal of course.
She honestly hadn't expected what she found. Mary turned out to have been in foster care most of her life, her parents had died when she was only two years old, she had been placed in a foster home pretty quickly, but when she was 6 moved to another, she had been in 5 different home's by the time she was 13, then her brother had just turned 18 and became her legal guardian only to die two weeks later. The girl did put a positive spin on it though, when she decided to become a nurse she gave the reason: because I want to help, make people happy again. OK, so might be a little. make that a lot, naïve but it was a nice thought anyway. Two parking tickets were the only bad thing Monica could find on her, and that for a girl who had a rotten childhood. Monica was severely impressed but didn't trust it, call it instinct but she didn't trust this Mary so decided to dig deeper.
The parents turned out clean, it was an unfortunate car accident that killed them both, the brother, Peter Stephens, was another story completely, he spent most his teenage years in Juvie, it was a miracle he even got custody of his baby sister but he managed to convince child services that he would make a good guardian. Only to be shot while robbing a store. Only now Monica's eyes popped out of her head, he wasn't shot by just anyone, but by navy lieutenant Christine Kelly! Was this what Bobby was on about on the phone? But why would TC give a damn about that? When someone robs a store, threatening the owner and customers sometime there aren't any other options but to shoot. So, if Mary knew that her boyfriend had once worked with her brother's killer that might cause some friction, nothing they couldn't handle though, and what had TC to do with it??? Did the girl want to know if his missing wife had ever mentioned her brother? If so, Bobby could just go up and ask. nothing to be so secretive about. Something about this was just all wrong, she just had to figure out what.
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Chris lay in her bed in her room, staring at the ceiling. She slept a lot these days, another of the thousand and one side-effects. If it wasn't just too ironic and too sad all at once she would've said they were driving her crazy. Apparently she didn't need any help getting crazy. Quietly she wondered about her family, her dad, her other father. everyone. and of course TC was in her mind, he probably would have started a family with someone, and he was happy and in love with her. He would have noticed the first that she wasn't anywhere near the FBI, he would have searched for her, but he didn't find her, because she had never given her name. Then, finally he would have given up and have her declared dead or missing or something. Then he would have moved on, he would have found another woman, he would have stood by her while she delivered his babies. He would forget about the woman he once loved, the one that stabbed him in the back by just going AWOL. He would sometimes remember, but the memories would never be happy. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head, after all it was all her own fault, and he should be happy, even if it meant with someone else. That was after all the main reason she came here, wasn't it? So he could be happy. So he would be safe. But wasn't she allowed to miss him? 'Till death do us part. could he ever understand she had done this to keep them together? That it was for their own good? Sometimes, like today, she wished she could talk to him, explain him why. But she couldn't, it would only hurt him, he would despise her. When he married her he hadn't signed on for a homicidal nutcase, he wanted a strong woman, who knew how to laugh who wouldn't keep secrets, who loved him like no tomorrow. And she did love him that much, and once upon a time she had known how to laugh this place had just taken it from her, but being able to keep some sanity here. doesn't that make her a strong woman? More like the shadow of a strong woman. like a fallen porcelain angel, you were happy and proud about it when it was whole, but you shove it under the couch when it is broken, so no one will notice. But she had lied, there was no question about that, she had kept things from him and lied, looking him straight in the eye every time he asked of she was alright. So hear she sat, a broken angel, swept under a rug where no one would ever find her.
She felt sorry for herself for a little while, and then her mind started up again. What if TC never stopped wondering where she was? It wouldn't be fair to him not ever knowing. And five years had gone by, it wasn't like he would move heaven and earth now to find her if she just gave him a little sign he needn't worry. But then again, if he wasn't worrying he might start after such word.
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Mary breathed in, then slowly exhaled. It was obvious that if she told TC of Chris' location that Chris should know, she wasn't stable enough to get those kind of surprises, that would just be irresponsible. Although, it would be so great to be able to see Chris' face when her hubby came walking through the double doors. But it would be less great for Chris to start hyperventilating or something. No she had to tell her, talk to her about it, and prepare her. But then again, what if Bobby found out that the husband had moved on? That he thought she was dead? Wouldn't it be better to let it rest then to have them both go through everything again?
She shook her head and entered Chris' room without knocking.
"What?" Chris asked looking lost for some reason.
"I wanted to talk to you about some things." Mary said, sitting down on the bed.
"So talk." Chris said. Mary didn't know if she was paying attention but she started anyway.
"I have done some digging. I found out some stuff. Like your last name." Mary fought the urge to close her eyes waiting for the impact of her words.
"Why? Why would you do that? I told you my first name in confidence! You had no business prying into my files!" Chris lashed out.
"Calm down! I just wanted to find out your medical history! And for that I needed your last name. I spend an entire going through countless files. Chris I just told my boyfriend no one else. I had to tell him because he picked me up and saw what I was doing. I swear I didn't tell anyone else. There is something I wanted to talk to you about though. Your husband."
Chris paled and unconsciously stepped back.
"He's a cop living on the beach in LA." she whispered, remembering Mary's description of her boyfriend.
"No, it's not that, my boyfriend's name's Bobby." She cursed herself the moment the words left her mouth, Bobby knew Chris so Chris was bound to know Bobby. This conversation was not going like she had planned.
"Bobby. How is he?" Chris asked, her mind was racing and she had trouble focusing. Mary knew, Mary knew everything, she was going to tell TC, he couldn't know! He'd be ashamed of her, pity her, be disgusted and then, she would kill him. She had been experiencing the dreams for so long now that it wasn't a maybe anymore, she would kill him, it was a fact.
"He's fine. I think we should tell your husband, you need some help with your recovery, you can't fight this thing alone." she just blurted it out in the most un subtle way imaginable, but she needed to talk to Chris about it and if she didn't do it this way she knew she wouldn't do it at all.
"I know that, that is why I checked myself in, I have you and the doc's to help me. Do not get even near my husband, and tell Bobby to keep his mouth shut." She ordered, it was obvious she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Chris just think about it." Mary tried to persuade her, beating herself up inside that she hadn't come better prepared.
"I have thought about it and NO! You can not tell him! He may not come here, he can not see me like this!" To her own annoyance tears started trickling down her face, this never would have happened before.
"Chris, you may have to face the possibility that he is going to come here. Maybe, just maybe he still cares enough about you to come see you, and if that happens you had better be prepared." Mary said as gently as she could.
" Don't tell him Mary. I beg you don't tell him, it would break my heart." Chris said quietly, then she turned her back to the nurse, the conversation was over.
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A week later everyone in the Looney bin had been confined to their rooms, one of the patients had come down with the flue and the nursing staff really didn't want the other patients to get it.
Monica meanwhile tried her best to figure out the secret Bobby held from TC. She wasn't having much luck following him though, so eventually decided on a change of tactics.
"Bobby, can I talk to you for a little bit?" Monica asked, as normally as she could muster at this time.
"Sure, what is it?" he asked, looking up from his computer.
"In private?" she persisted.
"Oh, alright, I guess we can use TC's office, he's patrolling anyway." Bobby said and led the way up. When they were alone he faced her. "What?" he asked.
"I know about Chris and your girlfriend." Monica said, and knew she had hit the bull's-eye when he visibly paled.
"How do you know?" he asked, her words were just slowly seeping into his brain.
"I over heard you talking with Mary, I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but." she said, pretending to be a little embarrassed.
"Do you think we should tell him? I mean, he has a right to know. right?" he asked, probably happy he found someone to talk to about this.
"I don't know, it could hurt him." Safe bet, if it involved Chris it was bound to be hurtful to TC.
"Yeah, but I would want to know if it was Theresa or Mary who had disappeared. Even after five years I would want to know if they were alright, even if it could hurt me, it would hurt more not to know." He said, clearly troubled.
Monica's mind was racing, so he knew where she was. Probably from Mary and for some reason he couldn't tell TC, she had to find out where Chris was and why Bobby wouldn't tell.
"We could go see her." she suggested, knowing it was a risky thing to say, it could expose her if Chris was no where in the neighbourhood.
"You know, that is a great idea! What would I do without you?" He smiled at her, relieved to finally have a course of action.
"OK, when do we go?" she asked, letting him name a date so she could estimate how much time it would take.
"Tomorrow after work? I'll have a chance to tell Mary then, and she to tell Chris." Bobby said.
Now it finally became clear to Monica, Chris was in the Looney bin, she had to be, why else would Mary be able to tell her anything? She was barely able to keep the shock of her face, masking it with a little smile.
"Tomorrow it is."
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Evil cliffhanger *grins* well, wanna know what happens? Review! :D
Broken Angel chapter 2.
Mary looked at the sleeping form of her primary patient once more. She imagined being in Chris' place, having to lock yourself up for fear of murdering your loved ones, having lived in this hell hole for five years with medication that only seemed to make it worse. But she couldn't be set free, for she would kill someone, and she couldn't be taken off medication either. So life, for Chris would remain a living hell. The only way it could possibly get worse if she actually had killed that husband of hers.
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"TC? Here are those files you wanted." Bobby said basically asking if he could enter. A distracted TC looked up at his sergeant, he missed Cory but when she was offered to be lieutenant of another district he could only be happy for her.
"OK, just. uhm, put them on my desk, I'll get to them as soon as I have this done." He looked his desk over, it looked like a tornado had come and put every paper in the whole wide world on it, and then of course, more then half was in his computer.
"Are you alright, boss?" Bobby asked, knowing that this was as good a time as any to start the questioning.
"Yeah, sure, just catching up on about a years worth of paperwork." He said, knowing it was only this week's work and that next week the same thing would happen.
"Could I. talk to you for a bit?" Bobby nervously asked, in his head going over the things he had thought of before.
"Yeah, sure." TC said, happy to get a break from the paper and knowing that if his sergeant had a problem it had better be fixed sooner then later.
"Well, I am dating this girl. Mary, and she is quite a bit younger then I am, 25 to be exact, that's her age, not the years younger then me and." He was getting more nervous by the second, why couldn't he just tell the man?
"Well, as long as it's legal I don't see the problem. You can find love everywhere." TC said, not knowing he had given the other man a perfect opening.
"You don't seem to, The last what. five years you have been on only two dates and that was because you needed someone to go with you to some official thing, both times were Cory so I don't know she even counts as a date for you."
"I don't see how this has got anything to do with your situation." TC said, not feeling like talking about his own not very existing love life at the moment.
"It's because. I am totally crazy about this girl, and I'm thinking I may ask her to marry me but I don't know, what if she isn't the right one? How did you know?"
"I just knew I loved her and that she loved me, but don't take my for an example because my wife took off five years ago with some lame excuse and has disappeared."
"But that doesn't say she didn't love you. Maybe she thought it would be for your own good or something." Bobby really couldn't stand this, but he had promised and as soon as he had called Mary he would go and tell TC.
"Then she should have told me. But my advise to you is, don't do anything yet, you have just been dating for a couple of months, first get to know her a bit better and make sure she's the right one." TC said, and looked down on his files again, this conversation was over and they both knew it.
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Monica looked up at the lieutenant's office and wished she could hear what was going on in there. There was nothing she could do about it though; it was not like sticking your ear to that door would go unnoticed. With a little hesitation she sat back behind her computer and pulled up Mary Stephen's file, strictly illegal of course.
She honestly hadn't expected what she found. Mary turned out to have been in foster care most of her life, her parents had died when she was only two years old, she had been placed in a foster home pretty quickly, but when she was 6 moved to another, she had been in 5 different home's by the time she was 13, then her brother had just turned 18 and became her legal guardian only to die two weeks later. The girl did put a positive spin on it though, when she decided to become a nurse she gave the reason: because I want to help, make people happy again. OK, so might be a little. make that a lot, naïve but it was a nice thought anyway. Two parking tickets were the only bad thing Monica could find on her, and that for a girl who had a rotten childhood. Monica was severely impressed but didn't trust it, call it instinct but she didn't trust this Mary so decided to dig deeper.
The parents turned out clean, it was an unfortunate car accident that killed them both, the brother, Peter Stephens, was another story completely, he spent most his teenage years in Juvie, it was a miracle he even got custody of his baby sister but he managed to convince child services that he would make a good guardian. Only to be shot while robbing a store. Only now Monica's eyes popped out of her head, he wasn't shot by just anyone, but by navy lieutenant Christine Kelly! Was this what Bobby was on about on the phone? But why would TC give a damn about that? When someone robs a store, threatening the owner and customers sometime there aren't any other options but to shoot. So, if Mary knew that her boyfriend had once worked with her brother's killer that might cause some friction, nothing they couldn't handle though, and what had TC to do with it??? Did the girl want to know if his missing wife had ever mentioned her brother? If so, Bobby could just go up and ask. nothing to be so secretive about. Something about this was just all wrong, she just had to figure out what.
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Chris lay in her bed in her room, staring at the ceiling. She slept a lot these days, another of the thousand and one side-effects. If it wasn't just too ironic and too sad all at once she would've said they were driving her crazy. Apparently she didn't need any help getting crazy. Quietly she wondered about her family, her dad, her other father. everyone. and of course TC was in her mind, he probably would have started a family with someone, and he was happy and in love with her. He would have noticed the first that she wasn't anywhere near the FBI, he would have searched for her, but he didn't find her, because she had never given her name. Then, finally he would have given up and have her declared dead or missing or something. Then he would have moved on, he would have found another woman, he would have stood by her while she delivered his babies. He would forget about the woman he once loved, the one that stabbed him in the back by just going AWOL. He would sometimes remember, but the memories would never be happy. She tried to push those thoughts out of her head, after all it was all her own fault, and he should be happy, even if it meant with someone else. That was after all the main reason she came here, wasn't it? So he could be happy. So he would be safe. But wasn't she allowed to miss him? 'Till death do us part. could he ever understand she had done this to keep them together? That it was for their own good? Sometimes, like today, she wished she could talk to him, explain him why. But she couldn't, it would only hurt him, he would despise her. When he married her he hadn't signed on for a homicidal nutcase, he wanted a strong woman, who knew how to laugh who wouldn't keep secrets, who loved him like no tomorrow. And she did love him that much, and once upon a time she had known how to laugh this place had just taken it from her, but being able to keep some sanity here. doesn't that make her a strong woman? More like the shadow of a strong woman. like a fallen porcelain angel, you were happy and proud about it when it was whole, but you shove it under the couch when it is broken, so no one will notice. But she had lied, there was no question about that, she had kept things from him and lied, looking him straight in the eye every time he asked of she was alright. So hear she sat, a broken angel, swept under a rug where no one would ever find her.
She felt sorry for herself for a little while, and then her mind started up again. What if TC never stopped wondering where she was? It wouldn't be fair to him not ever knowing. And five years had gone by, it wasn't like he would move heaven and earth now to find her if she just gave him a little sign he needn't worry. But then again, if he wasn't worrying he might start after such word.
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Mary breathed in, then slowly exhaled. It was obvious that if she told TC of Chris' location that Chris should know, she wasn't stable enough to get those kind of surprises, that would just be irresponsible. Although, it would be so great to be able to see Chris' face when her hubby came walking through the double doors. But it would be less great for Chris to start hyperventilating or something. No she had to tell her, talk to her about it, and prepare her. But then again, what if Bobby found out that the husband had moved on? That he thought she was dead? Wouldn't it be better to let it rest then to have them both go through everything again?
She shook her head and entered Chris' room without knocking.
"What?" Chris asked looking lost for some reason.
"I wanted to talk to you about some things." Mary said, sitting down on the bed.
"So talk." Chris said. Mary didn't know if she was paying attention but she started anyway.
"I have done some digging. I found out some stuff. Like your last name." Mary fought the urge to close her eyes waiting for the impact of her words.
"Why? Why would you do that? I told you my first name in confidence! You had no business prying into my files!" Chris lashed out.
"Calm down! I just wanted to find out your medical history! And for that I needed your last name. I spend an entire going through countless files. Chris I just told my boyfriend no one else. I had to tell him because he picked me up and saw what I was doing. I swear I didn't tell anyone else. There is something I wanted to talk to you about though. Your husband."
Chris paled and unconsciously stepped back.
"He's a cop living on the beach in LA." she whispered, remembering Mary's description of her boyfriend.
"No, it's not that, my boyfriend's name's Bobby." She cursed herself the moment the words left her mouth, Bobby knew Chris so Chris was bound to know Bobby. This conversation was not going like she had planned.
"Bobby. How is he?" Chris asked, her mind was racing and she had trouble focusing. Mary knew, Mary knew everything, she was going to tell TC, he couldn't know! He'd be ashamed of her, pity her, be disgusted and then, she would kill him. She had been experiencing the dreams for so long now that it wasn't a maybe anymore, she would kill him, it was a fact.
"He's fine. I think we should tell your husband, you need some help with your recovery, you can't fight this thing alone." she just blurted it out in the most un subtle way imaginable, but she needed to talk to Chris about it and if she didn't do it this way she knew she wouldn't do it at all.
"I know that, that is why I checked myself in, I have you and the doc's to help me. Do not get even near my husband, and tell Bobby to keep his mouth shut." She ordered, it was obvious she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Chris just think about it." Mary tried to persuade her, beating herself up inside that she hadn't come better prepared.
"I have thought about it and NO! You can not tell him! He may not come here, he can not see me like this!" To her own annoyance tears started trickling down her face, this never would have happened before.
"Chris, you may have to face the possibility that he is going to come here. Maybe, just maybe he still cares enough about you to come see you, and if that happens you had better be prepared." Mary said as gently as she could.
" Don't tell him Mary. I beg you don't tell him, it would break my heart." Chris said quietly, then she turned her back to the nurse, the conversation was over.
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A week later everyone in the Looney bin had been confined to their rooms, one of the patients had come down with the flue and the nursing staff really didn't want the other patients to get it.
Monica meanwhile tried her best to figure out the secret Bobby held from TC. She wasn't having much luck following him though, so eventually decided on a change of tactics.
"Bobby, can I talk to you for a little bit?" Monica asked, as normally as she could muster at this time.
"Sure, what is it?" he asked, looking up from his computer.
"In private?" she persisted.
"Oh, alright, I guess we can use TC's office, he's patrolling anyway." Bobby said and led the way up. When they were alone he faced her. "What?" he asked.
"I know about Chris and your girlfriend." Monica said, and knew she had hit the bull's-eye when he visibly paled.
"How do you know?" he asked, her words were just slowly seeping into his brain.
"I over heard you talking with Mary, I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but." she said, pretending to be a little embarrassed.
"Do you think we should tell him? I mean, he has a right to know. right?" he asked, probably happy he found someone to talk to about this.
"I don't know, it could hurt him." Safe bet, if it involved Chris it was bound to be hurtful to TC.
"Yeah, but I would want to know if it was Theresa or Mary who had disappeared. Even after five years I would want to know if they were alright, even if it could hurt me, it would hurt more not to know." He said, clearly troubled.
Monica's mind was racing, so he knew where she was. Probably from Mary and for some reason he couldn't tell TC, she had to find out where Chris was and why Bobby wouldn't tell.
"We could go see her." she suggested, knowing it was a risky thing to say, it could expose her if Chris was no where in the neighbourhood.
"You know, that is a great idea! What would I do without you?" He smiled at her, relieved to finally have a course of action.
"OK, when do we go?" she asked, letting him name a date so she could estimate how much time it would take.
"Tomorrow after work? I'll have a chance to tell Mary then, and she to tell Chris." Bobby said.
Now it finally became clear to Monica, Chris was in the Looney bin, she had to be, why else would Mary be able to tell her anything? She was barely able to keep the shock of her face, masking it with a little smile.
"Tomorrow it is."
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Evil cliffhanger *grins* well, wanna know what happens? Review! :D