A.N.: Never been to New York, so I don't even know if there's a hispanic
district and
especially not, if there's one that fits my description. Please R+R.
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Chapter 3:
In general opinion, the district of New York Danny lived at wasn't considered the safest. At least if you didn't belong to a certain ethnic group. Calling the quarter an enclave would have been exagerated, but it had almost all the main elements: a group of people of a certain ethnicity, demarcating from the outside world and living by it's own rules inside the community. It was also a district where trying to talk english with someone wasn't much of a use. Not that the hispanic neighbourhood was lacking the ability to speak it, they just wouldn't do it. Most of the middle-class working families living here had a regular income, an intact family life and their own house or appartment.
The only difference in comparison to other neighbourhoods was the strong national pride they had developed. They would only speak spanish, celebrate their local feasts and holidays and do their grocery shopping within the districts borders. And as much as the community seperated itself from the outside, the more intimate and strong the inner relationship was. They could count on each other and offered their assistance whenever needed.
Living here meant being a part of a big family but it also meant the people knowing each other to an extend that wasn't always likable. In the end it probably was one of the most comfortable neighbourhoods to live at, if you didn't take your privacy too serious and if you were hispanic, of course.
Jack had always asked himself why Danny choose to live here. Jack himself explained it with a certain extend of local patriotism and the ability to be open minded on other people. Integrating surely hadn't been that much of a problem for Danny. And somewhere beyond this particular reasons, more deeply and hidden, lay the wish for a feeling of having a family.
In Jack's mind, he didn't really fit the community, but knowing how he lived here, especially in times of local celebrations, it seemed as if he had found what he searched for. He apparently felt comfortable.
Right now Jack certainly didn't feel comfortable after all. It was the way people were looking at them. You could see the distrust and rejection in there eyes, it was akward. There was a hidden aggression in the way they behaved.
Jack stopped in front of Danny's appartment. The first thing he noticed was Danny's car not being there; so chances that he would be at home after all seemed low. Jack and Sam left the car, he rang the bell and waited but nothing happened, so Jack got out his keys.
It was the units policy that every agent had to leave a key to his living space so if he couldn't be reached by phone there was a chance to inform him otherwise that he were needed or, as the situation was now, to find out if something was wrong. It was a way to avoid critical situation, a security measure. And that policy was the reason for Jack having the key to Dannys appartment.
He opened the door, allowing Sam to enter before him and gently closed it.
"Danny!"
He got no response, he obviously wasn't home. Sam had gone ahead into the living room. Her way of moving and scanning through the rooms was the same she had when they were working on a case. It seemed kind of morbid to him, but maybe it wasn't that wrong after all: Actually they didn't know where Danny was and why he hadn't appeared at the office. To his eyes everything seemed quite normal. He was interupped in his thoughts by Sam who called for him
"Jack!"
Before he could even move, his phone rang and for a moment he had the irrational feeling it could be Danny who called him. Maybe that was due to the fact that he stood in his appartment right now.
"Malone!" he addressed impatiently.
Martin was answering.
"Jack? We found Linda Davis. One of the hospitals filled us in, she had an accident. She has a few broken bones and a concussion and didn't wake up by now, but doctors say she'll be fine!"
Jack nooded, his feeling about the missing woman had been approved.
"Call her mother!" he ordered.
"Jack!"
Sam was calling again, coming around the corner of the room and looked at him.
"You should have a look at this!"
TBC???
especially not, if there's one that fits my description. Please R+R.
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Chapter 3:
In general opinion, the district of New York Danny lived at wasn't considered the safest. At least if you didn't belong to a certain ethnic group. Calling the quarter an enclave would have been exagerated, but it had almost all the main elements: a group of people of a certain ethnicity, demarcating from the outside world and living by it's own rules inside the community. It was also a district where trying to talk english with someone wasn't much of a use. Not that the hispanic neighbourhood was lacking the ability to speak it, they just wouldn't do it. Most of the middle-class working families living here had a regular income, an intact family life and their own house or appartment.
The only difference in comparison to other neighbourhoods was the strong national pride they had developed. They would only speak spanish, celebrate their local feasts and holidays and do their grocery shopping within the districts borders. And as much as the community seperated itself from the outside, the more intimate and strong the inner relationship was. They could count on each other and offered their assistance whenever needed.
Living here meant being a part of a big family but it also meant the people knowing each other to an extend that wasn't always likable. In the end it probably was one of the most comfortable neighbourhoods to live at, if you didn't take your privacy too serious and if you were hispanic, of course.
Jack had always asked himself why Danny choose to live here. Jack himself explained it with a certain extend of local patriotism and the ability to be open minded on other people. Integrating surely hadn't been that much of a problem for Danny. And somewhere beyond this particular reasons, more deeply and hidden, lay the wish for a feeling of having a family.
In Jack's mind, he didn't really fit the community, but knowing how he lived here, especially in times of local celebrations, it seemed as if he had found what he searched for. He apparently felt comfortable.
Right now Jack certainly didn't feel comfortable after all. It was the way people were looking at them. You could see the distrust and rejection in there eyes, it was akward. There was a hidden aggression in the way they behaved.
Jack stopped in front of Danny's appartment. The first thing he noticed was Danny's car not being there; so chances that he would be at home after all seemed low. Jack and Sam left the car, he rang the bell and waited but nothing happened, so Jack got out his keys.
It was the units policy that every agent had to leave a key to his living space so if he couldn't be reached by phone there was a chance to inform him otherwise that he were needed or, as the situation was now, to find out if something was wrong. It was a way to avoid critical situation, a security measure. And that policy was the reason for Jack having the key to Dannys appartment.
He opened the door, allowing Sam to enter before him and gently closed it.
"Danny!"
He got no response, he obviously wasn't home. Sam had gone ahead into the living room. Her way of moving and scanning through the rooms was the same she had when they were working on a case. It seemed kind of morbid to him, but maybe it wasn't that wrong after all: Actually they didn't know where Danny was and why he hadn't appeared at the office. To his eyes everything seemed quite normal. He was interupped in his thoughts by Sam who called for him
"Jack!"
Before he could even move, his phone rang and for a moment he had the irrational feeling it could be Danny who called him. Maybe that was due to the fact that he stood in his appartment right now.
"Malone!" he addressed impatiently.
Martin was answering.
"Jack? We found Linda Davis. One of the hospitals filled us in, she had an accident. She has a few broken bones and a concussion and didn't wake up by now, but doctors say she'll be fine!"
Jack nooded, his feeling about the missing woman had been approved.
"Call her mother!" he ordered.
"Jack!"
Sam was calling again, coming around the corner of the room and looked at him.
"You should have a look at this!"
TBC???