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Rating: To be safe, I'll say R. There are quite a few disturbing elements, some mild profanity, and violence. BE CAREFUL! If you are faint of heart, don't read!

Summary: Ok this is gonna be skimpy, don't want to give too much away. It's a Kim fic, there's characters, a plot, and hopefully some entertainment. For anything else, see above in rating.

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What's Yours is Mine

Chapter 1: Getting to Know You

Kim...now there was an ideal woman. She had it all. She had an adorable son, her ex-husband was a shoo-in for People's Sexiest Man Alive, once People magazine actually got it right, and anyone could see they were meant for each other. She was practically perfect at her job. An awesome job too, she was a paramedic. Wow what an adrenaline rush that must be! Not to mention she was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous, with the body anyone would want, the beautiful eyes, the perfect hair. Why wouldn't she be somebody's idol?

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"Excuse me ma'am, but I gotta ask. What the hell do you think you are doing?" The man asked her irritably. Rainey looked straight at him, with an even more irritable look. "What?" she snapped testily, not wanting to be disturbed. "Well now, lets look at the big picture here," the man said, rolling his eyes. "You're leaning against the walls of a police station, smoking. If I weren't off duty right now, I'd arrest you. So I suggest you leave before I come back out here, ON duty. Got that?" Rainey rolled her eyes right back. Her legs were crossed as she leaned against the brick wall of the building, one arm folded across her chest, the other resting on it, hand holding the cigarette up in the air. She straightened up, let out a long trail of smoke, and tossed the cigarette in front of the off duty officer's feet. She turned and sauntered off, not bothering to snuff out the 'rette on the ground.

She felt annoyed, horribly, terribly, angry. How DARE he? He ruined her post. She was SUPPOSED to be there, didn't he know that? That bastard, she thought. She stripped off her jean jacket and long, tan scarf, and flung them onto the couch, which was threadbare and covered with clothes. She stood there, looking at her apartment, in her jeans and tank top. She looked down at her arms, at the blackish, purply scars that covered them. A small, nearly satanical smile twisted on her lips. Some of the others, they cut. Those wimps, she thought. She walked into the bedroom where the mattress lay on the floor and the two sheets she used were tossed across the floor, victim to her bitch fit when she woke up. She picked up the lighter that sat on the desk, and flicked it. She smiled that same smile at the flame, then brought it to an un-scarred portion of her flesh. She fell against the wall, eyes closed in the natural high the pain brought.

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Kim felt a chill run through her body as she sat down on the bed, a massive chill that shook her to the core. Then the shivers, that had plagued her since she walked into the station, were gone. She breathed deeply in through her nose, and let it out slowly. Then she sat on the bed, reminding herself to breathe. "Yo Kim!" the man walked by her to his locker, rummaged around and took something out, then walked back downstairs. "Hey Walsh!" She called after him, a little slow react, and went back to concentrating on her breathing. "Hey Kimmy!" the next male voice called out. She looked up to see her ex-husband walking by her. She took a slow, ragged breath and said back, "Oh, hi Jimmy." She was about to return to breathing when he slowly walked back over to her. "You alright?" "I'm....I'm ok," Kim said, not so sure. Jimmy sat down next to her on the bed, "You sure? You're not sick? You look pale there, Kimmers." Kim looked up. "I don't know Jimmy, I just got really creeped out for some reason walking in here. I don't even know what it was," Kim looked away from him. "Whatever it was, it passed, but I can't get over that feeling." Jimmy sighed, putting his arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm. "Yeah, I can understand that. Whatever it is, you said it's gone right?" Kim nodded. "I'm sure you'll be fine Kimmy. Lookit out there, the sun is shining and the fall breeze is just right." He stood up and walked down the stairs. Kim nodded to herself. For once, he might be right. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted the day to be over, and she'd be curled up on a chair in her son's room, listening to him breathe.

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