A/N: Hello once again everyone ( This is the sequel to Tiny Dancer. Forgive
me if the chapters come up slowly, but this one is harder to write than I
expected. I have to write it properly so it comes out on paper the way I
want it to. Anyway, read and review plz!! Hope u like it
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren & Eames
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2am
Goren and Eames were still at the hospital early in the morning. The result of Ashlie's rape and heroin injecting resulted in near death. As far the doctors were concerned, the two were the only people they could contact. She had no family close and her father didn't care. Doctors rushed around her with oxygen masks, charts and other medical instruments to try and revive her. Her small room was crowded and she was hardly visible. After minutes of work, they brought her back.
Goren and Eames waited in a large room with rows of chairs and a coffee machine. The room had a lino floor and white walls. It made the vibe of the room cold and sterile - which is why Eames hated hospitals. She sat on the cold chairs, her right leg curled under her, left leg dangling. She leaned her head on her hand and stared at a poster on the wall. Goren was at the coffee machine. Eames diverted her eyes to her partner as he walked towards her with a coffee. She smiled as he handed it to her. She held it for a moment feeling its warmth before taking a sip.
Goren decided not to have coffee. He knew he didn't need it to stay awake. All he did was paced the room, hands shoved in his pockets. He did it when he was angry, upset or worried. Sometimes he did it when his mind was racing at 100 miles an hour - which was most of the time.
"Bobby, sit down. You're making me tired from watching you pace" Eames said.
"I can't. It's a habit" he replied. He started walking a few steps, turning 180(, then a few more steps in the opposite direction then a 360(. In the end he just kept turning around at 7second intervals.
"Goren! Sit" Eames said as she stood up and forced him to sit. He looked at her in surprise. She had such strength sometimes, especially to make him do something. It wasn't long before the doctors approached them and he shot back up. Goren had an eager expression mixed with dread. Dread that it was bad news.
"I'm Dr. Lundberg. She is ok, but in a critical condition." he said seriously. The detectives let out a small sigh of relief that she was still alive. "But" the doctor continued. "We are still in crucial hours. In the next 24-48 hours she still may go into relapse. After the first stage she'll have the double whammy of rape injuries and with-drawl." He was frank with the two. He didn't want to sugar coat it because it was such a serious thing.
"So how long will she be in hospital?" Eames asked.
"Well the rape injuries aren't that bad. Just a few cuts and torn tissue, the drugs probably sedated her a bit. We'll do some tests for STD's and pregnancy. It its the heroin that I'm most concerned about. We've given her a drug called Naloxone that reverses the drowsiness effect of heroin," he explained.
"What will happen if she falls asleep?" Goren dared to ask. The doctor paused. It was times like this he despised his job.
"Her body will go downhill to quickly and fall into a coma, then die". At that moment the hospital seemed to get a whole lot colder. Even though Goren and Eames worked with dead people all the time, it shocked them even more because they knew the person in life - and possibly in death. Goren rubbed his eyes hard with the palms of his hands, ran them through his hair and rested them on the back of his neck.
"When can we see her?" he asked.
"Now if you like. The doctors are all out" Lundberg said and let them to her room. "If you need me, just call" he said as he left them.
Ashlie was breathing heavily and sweating - one of the many effects of a heroin OD. Every now and then she'd grip the sheets as her body convulsed. She was awake, but didn't acknowledge her visitors. She was too busy concentrating on living. Eames held her hand for comfort and Goren, once again, paced the room. Eventually he left. Eames raced after him, but he was gone.
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3am
Goren lay on his couch when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and saw Eames standing there. She looked worried.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Goren shook his head as Eames embraced him. They stood there for a few minuted, before going inside and closing the door.
"I'm sorry Alex. I just had to get out of there," he said, trying to sound strong. Eames knew something wasn't right. She knew there was a reason he was like this. She held his hand.
"You can tell me anything, you know that don't you?" she said. He nodded. He knew it was time to tell her what had happened.
"She reminded me of one of my friends in high school. She was one of my best friends, and a heroin user. I tried to talk her out of it, but she never listened. She said it wasn't very much and didn't affect her. One night she had an overdose. It was at a party and I found her in the cubby house in the back yard. I went to hospital with her - and watched her die. I kept thinking I could prevent it. I don't want to go through that with Ashlie." He hung his head, as if it was all his fault. Eames hugged him.
"It wasn't your fault, just like this one isn't. Ashlie will survive. She is strong. All she needs is our love and support." Eames stroked his hair. "Don't worry. We'll call her mother and she'll have somewhere to go," she said. "Now we'd better get a bit of sleep" she said, leading him to bed. She drove home and got into her own bed. Sometimes, even a strong man like Goren needed some comforting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren & Eames
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2am
Goren and Eames were still at the hospital early in the morning. The result of Ashlie's rape and heroin injecting resulted in near death. As far the doctors were concerned, the two were the only people they could contact. She had no family close and her father didn't care. Doctors rushed around her with oxygen masks, charts and other medical instruments to try and revive her. Her small room was crowded and she was hardly visible. After minutes of work, they brought her back.
Goren and Eames waited in a large room with rows of chairs and a coffee machine. The room had a lino floor and white walls. It made the vibe of the room cold and sterile - which is why Eames hated hospitals. She sat on the cold chairs, her right leg curled under her, left leg dangling. She leaned her head on her hand and stared at a poster on the wall. Goren was at the coffee machine. Eames diverted her eyes to her partner as he walked towards her with a coffee. She smiled as he handed it to her. She held it for a moment feeling its warmth before taking a sip.
Goren decided not to have coffee. He knew he didn't need it to stay awake. All he did was paced the room, hands shoved in his pockets. He did it when he was angry, upset or worried. Sometimes he did it when his mind was racing at 100 miles an hour - which was most of the time.
"Bobby, sit down. You're making me tired from watching you pace" Eames said.
"I can't. It's a habit" he replied. He started walking a few steps, turning 180(, then a few more steps in the opposite direction then a 360(. In the end he just kept turning around at 7second intervals.
"Goren! Sit" Eames said as she stood up and forced him to sit. He looked at her in surprise. She had such strength sometimes, especially to make him do something. It wasn't long before the doctors approached them and he shot back up. Goren had an eager expression mixed with dread. Dread that it was bad news.
"I'm Dr. Lundberg. She is ok, but in a critical condition." he said seriously. The detectives let out a small sigh of relief that she was still alive. "But" the doctor continued. "We are still in crucial hours. In the next 24-48 hours she still may go into relapse. After the first stage she'll have the double whammy of rape injuries and with-drawl." He was frank with the two. He didn't want to sugar coat it because it was such a serious thing.
"So how long will she be in hospital?" Eames asked.
"Well the rape injuries aren't that bad. Just a few cuts and torn tissue, the drugs probably sedated her a bit. We'll do some tests for STD's and pregnancy. It its the heroin that I'm most concerned about. We've given her a drug called Naloxone that reverses the drowsiness effect of heroin," he explained.
"What will happen if she falls asleep?" Goren dared to ask. The doctor paused. It was times like this he despised his job.
"Her body will go downhill to quickly and fall into a coma, then die". At that moment the hospital seemed to get a whole lot colder. Even though Goren and Eames worked with dead people all the time, it shocked them even more because they knew the person in life - and possibly in death. Goren rubbed his eyes hard with the palms of his hands, ran them through his hair and rested them on the back of his neck.
"When can we see her?" he asked.
"Now if you like. The doctors are all out" Lundberg said and let them to her room. "If you need me, just call" he said as he left them.
Ashlie was breathing heavily and sweating - one of the many effects of a heroin OD. Every now and then she'd grip the sheets as her body convulsed. She was awake, but didn't acknowledge her visitors. She was too busy concentrating on living. Eames held her hand for comfort and Goren, once again, paced the room. Eventually he left. Eames raced after him, but he was gone.
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3am
Goren lay on his couch when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and saw Eames standing there. She looked worried.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Goren shook his head as Eames embraced him. They stood there for a few minuted, before going inside and closing the door.
"I'm sorry Alex. I just had to get out of there," he said, trying to sound strong. Eames knew something wasn't right. She knew there was a reason he was like this. She held his hand.
"You can tell me anything, you know that don't you?" she said. He nodded. He knew it was time to tell her what had happened.
"She reminded me of one of my friends in high school. She was one of my best friends, and a heroin user. I tried to talk her out of it, but she never listened. She said it wasn't very much and didn't affect her. One night she had an overdose. It was at a party and I found her in the cubby house in the back yard. I went to hospital with her - and watched her die. I kept thinking I could prevent it. I don't want to go through that with Ashlie." He hung his head, as if it was all his fault. Eames hugged him.
"It wasn't your fault, just like this one isn't. Ashlie will survive. She is strong. All she needs is our love and support." Eames stroked his hair. "Don't worry. We'll call her mother and she'll have somewhere to go," she said. "Now we'd better get a bit of sleep" she said, leading him to bed. She drove home and got into her own bed. Sometimes, even a strong man like Goren needed some comforting.