CHAPTER 2- Mental Sorrow
Hello. My apologies if this chapter is a bit confusing out some parts are out of place. I had so many ideas and I can't type that fast! Please R&R!!
Disclaimer: Don't u know it by now? I don't own Goren & Eames
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Eames was late for work, as she knew she would be. What surprised her was Goren was there before her. He had totally changed from the mood he was last night. He was happier.
"Good morning Eames" he greeted her.
"Good morning. Did you sleep ok?" she asked. He nodded.
"Thanks for what you did last night - listening to me. I guess I just needed to let it all out," he said. Eames nodded. "Any time" she said.
~*~*~*~*~* 5 days later
Goren and Eames' week revolved around paperwork and hospital visits. They had a case, but finished it and were once again sitting at their desks, bored as hell. Then the phone rang. Every time this happened they both lunged at it in a desperate attempt to answer it before the other. Eames was lucky enough to answer it this time, making a face at Goren. Dr. Lundberg was on the other end.
"Have you two got any spare time today?" he asked. Eames laughed.
"Definitely" she said. Dr. Lundberg wondered what was so funny, but skipped the question.
"We have some uh.interesting developments with Ashlie. We need you and Detective Goren to come to the hospital as soon as possible" he said
"Ok, we'll be right there" she said. "Come on Goren, we have to go" she said, putting her coat on and chucking Goren his.
"Why? What's happened?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
"I don't know. He said it was interesting" she replied.
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As Goren and Eames approached room C15, Dr. Lundberg and a female doctor were standing outside.
"This is Dr. Evie Halliwell" Lundberg introduced her.
"Now, this is going to be a bit hard to explain, so we'd better just show you" she said, leading them into her room. Ashlie was still having trouble breathing, but most of the symptoms had passed. She was a lot more alert. She was sketching some of the flowers Eames gave her.
"What's wrong? She seems better than the last time we saw her," Goren said.
"Just wait and see" Halliwell said. He motioned for him to talk to her.
"Hey Ashlie. How are you feeling today?" he asked. She kept drawing. Goren looked confused. "Ashlie? Hello?" he said. Then a look of horror swept across his face. "She's deaf isn't she?" he said. Dr. Halliwell shook her head.
"No. Detective Eames, would you try?" Dr. Halliwell said. She approached Ashlie.
"Ashlie?" Eames said. Ashlie looked up and smiled.
"Hey detective. Do you like my drawing?" she said, showing her.
"It's beautiful. You can call me Alex if you like" she said.
"I'm just going to check your blood pressure, ok?" Dr. Halliwell said. Dr. Lundberg led Goren and Eames outside, followed a few minutes later by Dr. Halliwell.
"Do you see what has happened?" she asked the detectives. They looked puzzled. "We think she has mentally blocked out men. She only responds to women," she said.
"What do you mean?" Goren asked.
"Let me explain. We have a theory that is based on some previous cases. The brain stores information on every person you meet and what they do. Because of the trauma, and possibly the drugs she was given, this information has been scrambled. She can't distinguish who did what, such as who raped her and who was nice to her. So instead of trying to unscramble this information, the brain doesn't respond to all men." She paused to make sure they understood.
"Why does she respond to women?" Eames asked.
"The brain knows what the women did. It can't tell if Goren, for instance, raped her or put in the heroin or was good to her. So it just blocks him out, like the rest of the males. It is a bit hard to explain, but that is the simplest explanation we can come up with. She can remember what happened, just not the roles people played," she said.
"How do we fix it?" Goren asked.
"We have to try and put memories to faces. Show her the rapists, her father and you and tell her what you did. She can see you and hear you, but chooses not to respond" Dr. Lundberg explained. He had a degree in Psychology. This had come all too quickly for Goren. Somehow he felt like he didn't have a say in what happened. He couldn't help her any more. Goren started walking away from the room in anger, his hand on his chin. After everything he did for her that day at the school she was ignoring him? Logically he knew why, but he couldn't take it. He stormed back into her room.
"WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME? WHAT DID I DO?" he yelled. Ashlie didn't even flinch. He wondered where all the anger came from. Eames rushed in.
"Bobby, you didn't do anything. It's not your fault." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You did nothing wrong. In her head she doesn't know you, but deep down inside she knows you, she knows you're there" she put her hand on his cheek and caressed his skin with her thumb. His unshaven face was rough.
"I know.I know. I'm sorry. I don't like the feeling that I can't help her get through this" he said. Eames nodded, and led him back to the car.
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By the time they got back to Police Plaza, Goren was better. He'd thought about it all and decided that if this was how it was going to be, he'd have to accept it and help her another way.
"I'm going to contact her mother and tell her what has happened," Goren said. He found the area code and rang her. Eames folded his hands and listened intently.
"Hello. I there a Mrs. Holly Foran there please? This is Detective Robert Goren from the New York Police Department," he said. He waited a bit while the lady on the other end put her on hold. "Yes, oh I see. Well it is regarding her daughter. Is there anyone else I can talk to? He is in prison for child abuse. Ok thankyou" she said, putting the phone down. She looked dismayed.
"Well?" Eames said.
"She has left the country. They don't know where she is," he informed hem. She raised her eyebrows. "What do we do?"
"What about child welfare?" Eames suggested.
"In her state, no way. She won't go to a foster family. 95% of rape victims won't go to a family they don't know for at least 6 months after. They'll go with someone they know like-" his voice trailed off. Suddenly it hit him. "We are all she has. Her family." It was as if she was suddenly their daughter. He felt strange, but filled with sense of responsibility.
"What? One of us?" Eames said. "I'll call welfare and talk to them," she said.
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After a long chat with one Wesley Maine of Child and Adolescent welfare, she sorted it out.
"She'll stay with me," Eames told Goren.
"When is she out of hospital?" he asked.
"Two days. She is over the heroin with drawl quicker that they expected" she replied. "You can come over and see her when ever you want" Eames said.
"Why? She can't recognise me," Goren said. Then he had a thought. "Do you want me to come and see you?" he asked. Eames smiled.
"If you want. I'll tell you what else you can do, get her belongings from her father's house and bring them over tonight" Eames said. Goren left straight away. She didn't expect him to do it now.
"Where has he gone?" Deakins asked, craning his head around the corner of his office.
"He's gone to collect Ashlie Foran's things from her dad's house". Deakins just let it go.
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What will Goren find in the house I ask you? Well.really I know, but u don't!! Hehehe (
Hello. My apologies if this chapter is a bit confusing out some parts are out of place. I had so many ideas and I can't type that fast! Please R&R!!
Disclaimer: Don't u know it by now? I don't own Goren & Eames
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Eames was late for work, as she knew she would be. What surprised her was Goren was there before her. He had totally changed from the mood he was last night. He was happier.
"Good morning Eames" he greeted her.
"Good morning. Did you sleep ok?" she asked. He nodded.
"Thanks for what you did last night - listening to me. I guess I just needed to let it all out," he said. Eames nodded. "Any time" she said.
~*~*~*~*~* 5 days later
Goren and Eames' week revolved around paperwork and hospital visits. They had a case, but finished it and were once again sitting at their desks, bored as hell. Then the phone rang. Every time this happened they both lunged at it in a desperate attempt to answer it before the other. Eames was lucky enough to answer it this time, making a face at Goren. Dr. Lundberg was on the other end.
"Have you two got any spare time today?" he asked. Eames laughed.
"Definitely" she said. Dr. Lundberg wondered what was so funny, but skipped the question.
"We have some uh.interesting developments with Ashlie. We need you and Detective Goren to come to the hospital as soon as possible" he said
"Ok, we'll be right there" she said. "Come on Goren, we have to go" she said, putting her coat on and chucking Goren his.
"Why? What's happened?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
"I don't know. He said it was interesting" she replied.
~*~*~*~*~
As Goren and Eames approached room C15, Dr. Lundberg and a female doctor were standing outside.
"This is Dr. Evie Halliwell" Lundberg introduced her.
"Now, this is going to be a bit hard to explain, so we'd better just show you" she said, leading them into her room. Ashlie was still having trouble breathing, but most of the symptoms had passed. She was a lot more alert. She was sketching some of the flowers Eames gave her.
"What's wrong? She seems better than the last time we saw her," Goren said.
"Just wait and see" Halliwell said. He motioned for him to talk to her.
"Hey Ashlie. How are you feeling today?" he asked. She kept drawing. Goren looked confused. "Ashlie? Hello?" he said. Then a look of horror swept across his face. "She's deaf isn't she?" he said. Dr. Halliwell shook her head.
"No. Detective Eames, would you try?" Dr. Halliwell said. She approached Ashlie.
"Ashlie?" Eames said. Ashlie looked up and smiled.
"Hey detective. Do you like my drawing?" she said, showing her.
"It's beautiful. You can call me Alex if you like" she said.
"I'm just going to check your blood pressure, ok?" Dr. Halliwell said. Dr. Lundberg led Goren and Eames outside, followed a few minutes later by Dr. Halliwell.
"Do you see what has happened?" she asked the detectives. They looked puzzled. "We think she has mentally blocked out men. She only responds to women," she said.
"What do you mean?" Goren asked.
"Let me explain. We have a theory that is based on some previous cases. The brain stores information on every person you meet and what they do. Because of the trauma, and possibly the drugs she was given, this information has been scrambled. She can't distinguish who did what, such as who raped her and who was nice to her. So instead of trying to unscramble this information, the brain doesn't respond to all men." She paused to make sure they understood.
"Why does she respond to women?" Eames asked.
"The brain knows what the women did. It can't tell if Goren, for instance, raped her or put in the heroin or was good to her. So it just blocks him out, like the rest of the males. It is a bit hard to explain, but that is the simplest explanation we can come up with. She can remember what happened, just not the roles people played," she said.
"How do we fix it?" Goren asked.
"We have to try and put memories to faces. Show her the rapists, her father and you and tell her what you did. She can see you and hear you, but chooses not to respond" Dr. Lundberg explained. He had a degree in Psychology. This had come all too quickly for Goren. Somehow he felt like he didn't have a say in what happened. He couldn't help her any more. Goren started walking away from the room in anger, his hand on his chin. After everything he did for her that day at the school she was ignoring him? Logically he knew why, but he couldn't take it. He stormed back into her room.
"WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME? WHAT DID I DO?" he yelled. Ashlie didn't even flinch. He wondered where all the anger came from. Eames rushed in.
"Bobby, you didn't do anything. It's not your fault." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You did nothing wrong. In her head she doesn't know you, but deep down inside she knows you, she knows you're there" she put her hand on his cheek and caressed his skin with her thumb. His unshaven face was rough.
"I know.I know. I'm sorry. I don't like the feeling that I can't help her get through this" he said. Eames nodded, and led him back to the car.
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By the time they got back to Police Plaza, Goren was better. He'd thought about it all and decided that if this was how it was going to be, he'd have to accept it and help her another way.
"I'm going to contact her mother and tell her what has happened," Goren said. He found the area code and rang her. Eames folded his hands and listened intently.
"Hello. I there a Mrs. Holly Foran there please? This is Detective Robert Goren from the New York Police Department," he said. He waited a bit while the lady on the other end put her on hold. "Yes, oh I see. Well it is regarding her daughter. Is there anyone else I can talk to? He is in prison for child abuse. Ok thankyou" she said, putting the phone down. She looked dismayed.
"Well?" Eames said.
"She has left the country. They don't know where she is," he informed hem. She raised her eyebrows. "What do we do?"
"What about child welfare?" Eames suggested.
"In her state, no way. She won't go to a foster family. 95% of rape victims won't go to a family they don't know for at least 6 months after. They'll go with someone they know like-" his voice trailed off. Suddenly it hit him. "We are all she has. Her family." It was as if she was suddenly their daughter. He felt strange, but filled with sense of responsibility.
"What? One of us?" Eames said. "I'll call welfare and talk to them," she said.
~*~*~*~*~*
After a long chat with one Wesley Maine of Child and Adolescent welfare, she sorted it out.
"She'll stay with me," Eames told Goren.
"When is she out of hospital?" he asked.
"Two days. She is over the heroin with drawl quicker that they expected" she replied. "You can come over and see her when ever you want" Eames said.
"Why? She can't recognise me," Goren said. Then he had a thought. "Do you want me to come and see you?" he asked. Eames smiled.
"If you want. I'll tell you what else you can do, get her belongings from her father's house and bring them over tonight" Eames said. Goren left straight away. She didn't expect him to do it now.
"Where has he gone?" Deakins asked, craning his head around the corner of his office.
"He's gone to collect Ashlie Foran's things from her dad's house". Deakins just let it go.
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What will Goren find in the house I ask you? Well.really I know, but u don't!! Hehehe (