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Don't Let Me Go Chapter 5
Cruz took the phone away from her ear, half expecting Kaylee to jump out of it. She sighed and hung up the phone.
Cruz's first reaction was to call the precinct but she needed to think about a few things first.
~Okay. I saw Bosco read Theresa her Miranda Rights so she wasn't one of the bastards that took Kaylee. How would Kaylee have my number? The only thing that seems somewhat possible is that Theresa was the one doing the hang ups and she made Kaylee memorize the number. What a frickin lunatic.~
Now that Cruz got herself pissed off again, she decided to call the precinct. She reached over and grabbed the phone. Dialing the precinct she hoped that whoever had Kaylee wouldn't hurt her.
"5-5 Precinct."
"It's Cruz. I need to talk to Swersky." she barked. She listened and didn't hear the desk guy doing anything. "Now!" she shouted. She heard papers being filed. "Jackass." she muttered into the phone.
"Cruz, what do you want? You hear from that girl?"
"She called me."
"And????"
"She thinks she's in Queens."
"Maritza, she's 7."
Cruz rolled her eyes. "I know that."
"Dial *69 on your phone. If you get the number, you know what to do. If not....." Swersky trailed off.
"I'm not gonna stay here and do nothing."
"You don't have a choice. She can always call again."
"I'm sure Theresa taught her my cell number." she muttered.
"What?"
"I think that Theresa kept calling me and hanging up. She must've taught Kaylee my phone number."
"And a 7 year old remembered it?" Swersky was skeptical.
"If she didn't, her mother would beat her."
"I don't know, Maritza. This whole thing is getting a little abnormal. Just let it go if you don't get the number after *69."
"Whatever." Cruz hung up the phone. ~Let it go my ass. I can't let it go. I can't just forget about Kaylee and what that sick bitch might have people do to her.~ All of a sudden Cruz got a horrible thought. ~What if Bosco didn't arrest her? He read her her Miranda Rights, but that don't mean she got arrested. What if she showed him she was a cop?~ "Shit."
Cruz picked up the phone and dialed Bosco's cell phone looking at the clock. It was quarter to 12.
"Yeah." he answered gruffly.
"Did you arrest that woman with the child abuse case?" Cruz asked.
"Cruz? What? Huh?"
"Did you arrest that woman from the child abuse case that me and Yokas went to the hospital with last night?" Cruz enunciated every word.
"I read her her rights."
"Yeah, I know that Bosco. I was there for that part."
"I just got up Cruz. Gimme a frickin minute." Bosco snapped. He was quiet for awhile.
"Bosco!" Cruz shouted. "This is important."
"Yeah, I think I took her in."
"You think?" Cruz echoed. "You know what case I'm talkin about right?"
"Ya, I think so. You made me watch the girl while you went to talk to Faith, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then. She was a cop, you know that?"
"Yeah I knew that. Swersky told me." ~C'mon, Bosco, don't be a jackass.~
"She showed me her badge and said it was a misunderstanding. I took her to the precinct and proved that she was a cop. Then I let her go."
Those were the words Cruz did *not* wanna hear. "You let her go." she whispered, not believing what she was hearing.
"Yeah, why? That's bad?"
"Only if you think kidnaping your own child is bad." Cruz said sarcastically.
Bosco was completely awake now. "What the f*ck are you talking about?"
"I don't have time to tell you the whole thing. That bitch cop has been abusing the girl for years. She's been beating her and making people take her in. Then she snatches her back and beats her again because she thinks that it's the girl's thought nobody wants her."
"How do you know this?"
"Swersky told me. Kaylee called me and told me she thinks she's in Queens. Not that that helps since she's only 7." Cruz added bitterly.
Bosco couldn't believe this was happening. ~How could I be so stupid?~ "Are you at home?"
"Yeah."
"What the hell are you doing there? You should be out looking for her."
"We have nothing to go on. You don't know how much I wanna be out there."
"We'll get her Cruz, I promise."
"She's so helpless Bosco. We gotta get her and that ex cop. I gotta go."
"What are you gonna do?"
"*69 the call. It may be something."
"I'm gonna go into the precinct. I'll call Faith and tell her to come in too."
"I'll go in in a little while."
Cruz hung up. Picking up the phone again she dialed *69.
"The number of your last incoming call was 7184532658."
Cruz copied down the number and called the precinct.
"5-5 precinct."
"I got a number. 7184532658." Cruz read the number off the paper.
"Get your ass in here, now."
Cruz hung up the phone and went to take a shower. She couldn't stop blaming herself for not fighting those people in the masks. She knew that one of them was Theresa. ~I can't believe this. How could I be so stupid?~ Sighing she turned on the water and went into her room to find something to wear. She decided on normal jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. She took the clothes into the bathroom and undressed. Stepping into the shower she tried to relax.
20 minutes later she stepped out of the shower. She opened the bathroom door. She was on her way to the kitchen to get a drink of water when the blinking red light of the answering machine caught her eye. The number 3 was blinking. She hit the button.
"You have 3 new messages." the machine said.
"Yeah, no shit sherlock." Cruz muttered.
"First message, twelve o' 3 pm."
"Ritza it's me." Kaylee whispered. "I'm gonna get outta here..." the phone went dead.
"Second message. 12 o' 5 pm."
"I'm gonna get outta here when she leaves for a minute." the phone died again.
"Third message, 12 o' 9 pm."
"She has to go out to get something. When she does, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna walk around til I find a police place and I'm gonna go in and tell them to call you. She left, I gotta go." She hung up the phone.
"Dammit." Cruz muttered. Reaching over, she picked up the phone and dialed the precinct.
"5-5 Precinct."
"Put Swersky on now."
"Cruz, where the hell are you?"
"I'm here, Kaylee left 3 messages on my machine when I was taking a shower. She said that she was gonna escape when the evil bitch left for a second. She's gonna wander around until she finds a precinct and she's gonna go in and tell them to call me." Cruz was running around the apartment trying to get ready.
"Maritza." Swersky said gently. "Don't get your hopes up."
"She *will* get away. She's smart enough to know she should go to a precinct."
"Yes." Swersky admitted. "But Theresa can come back, see she's missing and go look for her."
"Then we have to find out where she is before Theresa gets her." Cruz said gritted teeth. "Did you get a trace on that number?"
"Yes. It came from somewhere on Northern Blvd."
"Northern goes from Astoria to the Island!" Cruz exclaimed.
"I know. I'll do a check on all precincts on Northern."
"Do you know any that are Northern without doing the check?"
"I know the 111th is on Northern. That's Bayside."
"Then I'm going to Bayside." Cruz hung up.
She grabbed her cell phone, a sweatshirt and her keys and ran out the door, locking it behind her. She turned on her cell phone on the way to her car which was parked around the corner. She got in and got out of the space, heading towards the Queens Manhattan Midtown Tunnel.
~Why do they bother calling it the Queens Manhattan Midtown Tunnel? Noone calls it that. Everyone just calls it the Midtown Tunnel. Yes, Maritza, that's what you should be focusing on.~
While she was on the 495, her cell phone rang. She knew it was illegal to answer to talk on the phone while driving but it could be important.
"Hello."
"Cruz, it's Swersky. I got a call from the 111. A little girl was asking for a Maritza Cruz."
Cruz~ Oh thank god!~ "I'm on my way. I'm on the 495."
"Call me when you get there."
Cruz hung up, driving faster. Finally she got to the exit for the Clearview Expressway. She turned onto the Clearview and went until the exit for Northern Blvd. She got off and went on Northern until she got to 209th street. She checked her watch. It was 12:45. She stopped her car and got out running into the precinct.
"I'm Maritza Cruz, I'm Maritza Cruz." She ran into the precinct screaming.
"Swersky called you?" An officer asked.
"Yes. Where's the little girl?"
"She's over here. Come with me. Her arm is injured, it may be broken." Cruz followed the officer back into an interrogation room.
"Ritza!" Kaylee screamed.
"Kaylee." Cruz breathed a huge sigh of relief. Kaylee ran into Cruz's arms, crying, not caring if her hurt arm got injured..
Cruz picked her up carefully and carried her out of the precinct. They walked to her car and Cruz put Kaylee in the back seat. Cruz picked up her cell phone, dialing the precinct.
"5-5 precinct."
"I got her." Cruz said.
"Cruz? You got her?"
"Yeah. Her arm's broken or sprained."
"Bring her in. Now. Then you can go to the hospital with her."
Cruz hung up, looking in her mirror at the little girl.
"She's never gonna hurt you again. I promise."
"I trust you Ritza."
"How did you find the precinct?"
"I got out of wherever we were and I walked around the corner. There was an officer there and I asked him where the closest police place was. He said he'd take me there himself."
"Thank god." Cruz whispered. ~What would've happened if that officer hadn't been there?~ "We're gonna go to my police place and then the hospital for your arm, ok?"
Cruz saw Kaylee nod.
"Just relax. We have a little bit of a ride."
Kaylee leaned back, calm and Cruz was also calm, knowing that Kaylee was where she belonged. Kaylee was with her, and she was never gonna let her go. Cruz didn't wanna bring Kaylee to the precinct. She thought that her arm was more important. Cruz held her cell phone, dialing with one finger.
"5-5 Precinct."
"Swersky, it's Cruz. I think that it's more important Kaylee's arm gets looked at, so I'm bringing her to the ER."
"Fine. You're actually asking?"
"No, I'm telling you so you won't flip out. I wasn't asking your permission."
"Course not."
Cruz hung up and looked at Kaylee. She was asleep. Cruz couldn't believe what happened in the last 10 minutes.
30 minutes later, she pulled into Mercy Hospital. Not wanting to wake Kaylee, she reached in and carried her into the ER.
"Sergeant."
"She has a broken arm, I think."
"Okay, we have an accident coming in though so it may be awhile."
Cruz nodded. She carried Kaylee to the waiting area.
"Your daughter's adorable." A woman that was sitting next to Cruz commented.
"She's not my.." Cruz started. "Thank you."
"How old is she?"
"7"
"What happened to her?"
"She was playing and she fell and broke her arm."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
Cruz nodded. "Thank you." She leaned over Kaylee's face and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Kaylee was still. Something didn't feel right. A 7 year old who went through what Kaylee went through wouldn't go to sleep that quickly.
"Kaylee." Cruz whispered.
Kaylee didn't move.
"Kaylee!" Cruz shouted.
Still nothing.
Cruz jumped up, still holding Kaylee. "This girl's unconscious!" She shouted.
A doctor hurried over with a nurse. "Lie her down on the floor. Let me get a gurney!" he shouted.
They moved Kaylee onto the gurney, not moving her head, Cruz holding her hand.
Cruz~Let her be okay.~
"Take her to Trauma 1." They hurried off, Cruz running besides them, holding Kaylee's hand...
TBC!!!!!!!!!!!
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