Author's Note: Ok a little bit of an explanation. But you know there HAS
to be more behind what I give when it comes to my char. Alyssa. ^^ She's
such a pain...I love it! Anyways. Enjoy this chapter. Sorry it was so late.
My comp. screen DIED so I had to wait until my dad got me a new one. The
joys of living in college. Woot. Speaking of which. I have a class.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot and Alyssa. *tries to steal munch...he isn't moving....* well...damn ^^
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Donald looked at his gold wrist watch; it was 6:10 in the evening. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black over- jacket. It looked like he had just left from work. But that's all he really had in his wardrobe, work clothes. Taking in a deep breath he took another drink of his ginger ale and watched patiently at the passing people. Waiting for one of them to be his daughter.
"Would you like to order?" A handsome young waiter asked Donald holding onto his electronic note pad.
"No," Donald shook his hands to emphasis. "I'm waiting for my daughter."
"Oh, a Daddy-Daughter dinner, that's so sweet. What's her name?"
"You could say that...Alyssa Cragen."
"Alright, I'll keep my eye out for her." Donald nodded. Ten minutes later she arrived and took her seat across of Donald.
"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was hell outside my apartment..." She was wearing a large leather jacket, what looked to be a pale blue tank top underneath and khaki pants.
"It's New York; Traffic's hell everywhere." Donald stated.
The waiter arrived and asked Alyssa what she would like to drink. "Ginger Ale." She said. The waiter nodded and left. She picked up the menu and opened it. "What are you going to have, Donald?"
Donald raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself. "The salmon angel hair pasta sounds good. You'll be having the ravioli, I presume?"
She laughed. "I'm so predictable." She put the menu down. "What kind of filling?"
"You hate mushrooms...so cheese." Donald said taking another drink of his ginger ale, around this time the waiter arrived with hers and a refill for his. They ordered politely, and once the waiter had left again, an awkward silence filled the scene.
"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Alyssa asked as she grabbed a bread stick.
"About the past, about what you've been doing for the past five years..."
Alyssa interrupted him. "I joined the academy, got put into homicide, got suspended, got put back into homicide, then narcotics, and then whoala, I'm on Sex Crimes."
"You honestly think that I don't know that already? It's all in your file-which I read two nights ago."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because I don't even know my own daughter anymore!" They only had been sitting together for less then twenty minutes and already an argument had already broken out.
Their food had come and they were sitting quietly, picking at the food that was on their plate, and sometimes putting it into their mouth.
"How are things working out with Munch and Tutoula?" Donald asked putting a nice cooked piece of salmon into his mouth.
"It's working out. So far can't complain. It's entertaining to say the least to watch the two of them argue. I don't know how you can eat sea food that looks disgusting." Alyssa made a sound of disgust as she continued to pick at her ravioli.
"It's an acquired taste in which you have never been able to eat. Your mother made the best smoke salmon." Alyssa stopped shuffling her fork around on her dish, then finally stabbed a lone piece of pasta and ate it. "Does it bother you so much to have your mother mentioned?"
"I don't feel like answering that." Alyssa stated harshly. "Mom's dead, I was three when she died. I don't remember her. So why bring it up?"
"Because she's your mother."
"And she's dead." Alyssa adverted her eyes to her food again, and began to pick at it. "That's something that you should have realized a long time ago."
Instantly Donald knew what she was talking about. "Don't start that."
Alyssa slowly lifted her head up. "And why not? Isn't that what started this all?" Donald leaned back into his chair, realizing that he wasn't going to get to finish what was on his plate. "My co-workers think that I'm an ungrateful little snot for a daughter. I'm sure you haven't told them the hell I had to go through for you."
"They know that I used to...drink." Donald lowered his voice as not to make it carry.
"So while you were passed out on the couch every night, I helped pay for bills, bought food, cleaned. I took care of you. You were drunk and forgot my graduation for God sakes!" Nothing Donald could say or do right now could change the subject or Alyssa's mind. "You spent all my childhood and teenage years, drunk! I couldn't bring my friends over because who'd want to see my drunk father!"
"Alyssa...listen to me..."
"No, you listen to me! Yes I will respect you as my boss, but as far as I'm concern I don't have to respect you as a father. I'm old enough now that I don't need you. I never did."
Donald ran the palm of his hand over his face, already this conversation had exhausted him. "I know...I'm sorry for what happened in the past, but I can't change that fact. But I'm willing to try and work it out. I want to be a family again."
"Family?" Alyssa was stunned at her father's words. Deep inside she didn't want too. She left the day of her graduation and didn't look back. She hadn't had a family and any family she came close to having had been torn apart.
Alyssa stood up from her seat and pulled some money out of her pant pocket. "That should pay for my dinner."
"This was my treat."
"No, I insist." She pulled on her jacket. "You are a great cop, but being a father was different then arresting the bad guys..."
"Yeah, being a father meant I was the bad guy. At least think about it."
"I will." Alyssa walked off and out of the restaurant. A young man at the door hailed her a cab and opened the door for her. "Thanks" Once she was seated in the cab she gave the street her apartment was on and the cab lunged forward. Alyssa leaned back into the cab seat and thought about the conversation that had just passed and conversations from the past.
**"Where do you think you're going?!" Donald screamed at his daughter who was throwing clothes into a dark blue duffle bag.
"Away!" She retorted. "How could you? You said you'd be there! This was the only thing that I EVER asked you to show up for!"
"I said I was sorry..." Donald's voice slightly slurred.
"Yeah, let me guess. Jack's sorry too..." Donald looked at his daughter. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Where you going?" He asked again.
"Not sure. How much the money I have in my pocket will take me." She whispered as she zipped up her bag.
"You ever coming back?"
"I don't know..."
Donald walked away from the door way of his daughters room and went into the front room and sat down the couch; he stared at the bottle of Jack Daniel's. A few moments later he heard Alyssa's foot steps out in the front room.
"I'm going now..." She stated firmly. Donald didn't say anything. "Donald..."
"Call...when you get where ever you are going...just call, sweet heart." **
She never called...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot and Alyssa. *tries to steal munch...he isn't moving....* well...damn ^^
~*~
Donald looked at his gold wrist watch; it was 6:10 in the evening. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black over- jacket. It looked like he had just left from work. But that's all he really had in his wardrobe, work clothes. Taking in a deep breath he took another drink of his ginger ale and watched patiently at the passing people. Waiting for one of them to be his daughter.
"Would you like to order?" A handsome young waiter asked Donald holding onto his electronic note pad.
"No," Donald shook his hands to emphasis. "I'm waiting for my daughter."
"Oh, a Daddy-Daughter dinner, that's so sweet. What's her name?"
"You could say that...Alyssa Cragen."
"Alright, I'll keep my eye out for her." Donald nodded. Ten minutes later she arrived and took her seat across of Donald.
"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was hell outside my apartment..." She was wearing a large leather jacket, what looked to be a pale blue tank top underneath and khaki pants.
"It's New York; Traffic's hell everywhere." Donald stated.
The waiter arrived and asked Alyssa what she would like to drink. "Ginger Ale." She said. The waiter nodded and left. She picked up the menu and opened it. "What are you going to have, Donald?"
Donald raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself. "The salmon angel hair pasta sounds good. You'll be having the ravioli, I presume?"
She laughed. "I'm so predictable." She put the menu down. "What kind of filling?"
"You hate mushrooms...so cheese." Donald said taking another drink of his ginger ale, around this time the waiter arrived with hers and a refill for his. They ordered politely, and once the waiter had left again, an awkward silence filled the scene.
"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Alyssa asked as she grabbed a bread stick.
"About the past, about what you've been doing for the past five years..."
Alyssa interrupted him. "I joined the academy, got put into homicide, got suspended, got put back into homicide, then narcotics, and then whoala, I'm on Sex Crimes."
"You honestly think that I don't know that already? It's all in your file-which I read two nights ago."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because I don't even know my own daughter anymore!" They only had been sitting together for less then twenty minutes and already an argument had already broken out.
Their food had come and they were sitting quietly, picking at the food that was on their plate, and sometimes putting it into their mouth.
"How are things working out with Munch and Tutoula?" Donald asked putting a nice cooked piece of salmon into his mouth.
"It's working out. So far can't complain. It's entertaining to say the least to watch the two of them argue. I don't know how you can eat sea food that looks disgusting." Alyssa made a sound of disgust as she continued to pick at her ravioli.
"It's an acquired taste in which you have never been able to eat. Your mother made the best smoke salmon." Alyssa stopped shuffling her fork around on her dish, then finally stabbed a lone piece of pasta and ate it. "Does it bother you so much to have your mother mentioned?"
"I don't feel like answering that." Alyssa stated harshly. "Mom's dead, I was three when she died. I don't remember her. So why bring it up?"
"Because she's your mother."
"And she's dead." Alyssa adverted her eyes to her food again, and began to pick at it. "That's something that you should have realized a long time ago."
Instantly Donald knew what she was talking about. "Don't start that."
Alyssa slowly lifted her head up. "And why not? Isn't that what started this all?" Donald leaned back into his chair, realizing that he wasn't going to get to finish what was on his plate. "My co-workers think that I'm an ungrateful little snot for a daughter. I'm sure you haven't told them the hell I had to go through for you."
"They know that I used to...drink." Donald lowered his voice as not to make it carry.
"So while you were passed out on the couch every night, I helped pay for bills, bought food, cleaned. I took care of you. You were drunk and forgot my graduation for God sakes!" Nothing Donald could say or do right now could change the subject or Alyssa's mind. "You spent all my childhood and teenage years, drunk! I couldn't bring my friends over because who'd want to see my drunk father!"
"Alyssa...listen to me..."
"No, you listen to me! Yes I will respect you as my boss, but as far as I'm concern I don't have to respect you as a father. I'm old enough now that I don't need you. I never did."
Donald ran the palm of his hand over his face, already this conversation had exhausted him. "I know...I'm sorry for what happened in the past, but I can't change that fact. But I'm willing to try and work it out. I want to be a family again."
"Family?" Alyssa was stunned at her father's words. Deep inside she didn't want too. She left the day of her graduation and didn't look back. She hadn't had a family and any family she came close to having had been torn apart.
Alyssa stood up from her seat and pulled some money out of her pant pocket. "That should pay for my dinner."
"This was my treat."
"No, I insist." She pulled on her jacket. "You are a great cop, but being a father was different then arresting the bad guys..."
"Yeah, being a father meant I was the bad guy. At least think about it."
"I will." Alyssa walked off and out of the restaurant. A young man at the door hailed her a cab and opened the door for her. "Thanks" Once she was seated in the cab she gave the street her apartment was on and the cab lunged forward. Alyssa leaned back into the cab seat and thought about the conversation that had just passed and conversations from the past.
**"Where do you think you're going?!" Donald screamed at his daughter who was throwing clothes into a dark blue duffle bag.
"Away!" She retorted. "How could you? You said you'd be there! This was the only thing that I EVER asked you to show up for!"
"I said I was sorry..." Donald's voice slightly slurred.
"Yeah, let me guess. Jack's sorry too..." Donald looked at his daughter. Tears were streaming down her face.
"Where you going?" He asked again.
"Not sure. How much the money I have in my pocket will take me." She whispered as she zipped up her bag.
"You ever coming back?"
"I don't know..."
Donald walked away from the door way of his daughters room and went into the front room and sat down the couch; he stared at the bottle of Jack Daniel's. A few moments later he heard Alyssa's foot steps out in the front room.
"I'm going now..." She stated firmly. Donald didn't say anything. "Donald..."
"Call...when you get where ever you are going...just call, sweet heart." **
She never called...
