Title: Shadows of his past
Rating: R - Violence and such
Players: Finney Jr, Finney Sr, and others.
Category: Angst
Summary: Things trigger memories of Finney's past
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I'm not sure about this fic. The idea came to me while talking to Mona about Finney Jr. I'm taking a risk and really hoping for reviews, even though I know there aren't that many Finney fans out there. I'm not really one myself. But I'm willing to give this a try.
Also if you see any small spelling errors, let me know. I went over a dozen times, and so did one of my friends. But sometimes even if you go over something a few times you miss. Please -PM- me if you find anything. Thank you. Also thank you everyone for your reviews. I will be starting on chapter six soon. It may take longer then the others to write but I'll be working on it.

"Budgie!" I call out. "I'm leaving for work!"

She comes out of the bedroom, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "Okay, be careful alright?"

"I will, there's money on my dresser for take-out, an' if you don't want that there's stuff in the refrigerator"

"Thanks, Brendan. I'll see you tonight."

I kiss her cheek. "Stay out of trouble."

"I will, love ya."

I stop in the door, smiling. "Love you too."

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"How's your sister, man?" I hear Davis voice and turn to it.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Asked you how your sister was doin'?" He questioned.

"Oh, good." A small smile crossed my lips. "My mom got to see her last night. They hugged for so long. It's been a long time since I've seen my Mom that happy about somethin'." I say.

Davis nods. "That's good, she still hasn't seen your Dad?"

I laugh. "No, an' she won't." Not if I can help it, I wasn't letting him anywhere near her.

He looks at me, I can tell by the expression on his face he wants to ask why, but decides not too.

"I went an' got her a futon." I tell Davis. "I'm tryin' to make the smaller bedroom into hers, ya know? So she has her own space."

"So she's gunna stay with you?"

I smile and nod. "She seems to want too."

"That's good then? Right?" He asks.

"Sure I guess, I mean least I know she's not out on the streets anymore. I know she's safe."

"That's good then, I'm happy for you." Davis tells me.

"Thanks."

"55 David." I hear the voice on the radio come to life.

"55 David." I reply.

"55 David meet Boyd 55-3 for a possible drug over dose, in the alley of King and 89th."

I sigh. "55 David responding King and 89th."

"10-4 55 David."

Davis speeds the RMP up, as I turn on the lights and sirens. Luckily we weren't too far from the location.

We arrive about three minuets later, I grab my patrol mans cap off the dash, and place it on my head. Getting out of the RMP, I see Grace and Carlos are already there, treating the patient.

It wasn't until I got there I saw the patient. "Oh my god. Bridget!" I kneel along side. "Bridget?"

Grace turns to me. "Do you know her?" She asks putting an oxygen mask over her face.

"She's my sister." I reply. "What's wrong with her?" I ask. Bridget was suppose to be at home, not here.

Grace held up a small baggie with two pink pills inside. "Bad X." She starts an IV. "Little stick Bridget." She says softly to my unconscious sister.

"Damn it, Bridget." I say. "C'mon on Budgie, it's me Brendan wake up...."

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"Budgie." I push her curly locks out of her face. He really did a good job this time. "Budgie." I saw once more as her eyes open.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Dad, he uh.." I pause, her nose is bleeding, her arm is obviously broken, and she'll need stitches for the gash on her head. "He pushed you down the stairs."

"That explains why I hurt so much." She tries to smile, she trying to be strong. For me.

"I called an ambulance, you're gunna need to go to the hospital." I say my tone soft and comforting.

She nods in reply, to weak to argue with me. "Brendan?" She looks up with me, a few tears falling down her cheeks. "Why does Dad hate me so much? I never did anythin' to him."

"I wish I knew Budgie, I wish I knew." I say hearing the sirens approaching.

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I hear the sirens as the bus rushes towards Angel of Mercy hospital, my sisters small body is violently thrashing around, on the gurney. "What's wrong with her? What's happening?" I ask Grace.

"The ecstasy is causing her to have a seizure." She explains to me, injecting Bridget with some sort of drug. She waited, shaking her head as the seizure continued.

"Can't you do somethin' for her? Please?" I'm begging Grace. "Please Grace."

"Brendan I'm trying. I am, relax." She again injects another drug. The seizure seems to stop, but her heart beat was still racing, and I could tell by the look on Grace's face it wasn't good.

By the time we get to Mercy, my sisters rapid heartbeat, had stopped, in fact her heart had completely stopped. I watched in fear as Grace rode the gurney in, doing chest compressions the whole time.

I could hear Carlos reading off her vitals and telling the doctor the treatment they had done in the field, all their attempts to save her. To help her. I walk following the gurney. "Budgie it's okay I'm right here. Okay, you hang in there for me. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." I cry out to her.

I feel Nurse Proctor stop me. "You can't go in there." She says.

I look at my sister, then at her. "Let her know I'm here okay, let her know please." I could see them tubing her, and then getting the Defibrillator ready, to shock her.

"I will."

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I'm sitting in the waiting room, flipping through extremely outdated magazines waiting for news on my sister. Some one better come out soon, because this waiting game sucks. I find myself looking at my watch, it's only 45 seconds later from the last time I had looked.

Sighing I put the stupid Golfing Digest down and start pacing. One would think I was an expecting father by the way I was pacing. I was sure at any minuet I would ware a hole in the floor in fall through.

I look around the waiting room staring at all the faces. Some worried, some sick, some heart broken. I wondered what brought them here, I'm scared to think that there were other people out there who had it much worse then we did.

Nervously I sit back down, this time picking up Parenting Weekly, flipping through the pages I stop, glance at my watch. This time it was a minuet and half since I last looked at my watch. I really hated waiting.

Putting the magazine down, I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair, supporting my head, as I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I was woken up by a gentle shaking. Quickly I opened my eyes to see the doctor standing there. I stood up. "How's my sister?" I ask.

"I'd like to talk to you in private."

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I'm staring at Dr. Fields in total disbelief. "No." I shake my head. "You're lying."

He sighs. "I'm sorry Officer, we tried everything but we couldn't save her."

I'm still shaking my head. He just can't give up like that; he can't stop fighting for my sister. Not that easily. "There's got to be more, you can't just give up. She's my sister god damn it!"

"We did everything humanly possible, but it was enough. Your sister was too sick" He places a comforting hand on my shoulder, in which I shove off. He sighs. "Again, I'm truly sorry officer."

I can feel the anger boil in my blood, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles were white as snow. "Budgie....No." It wasn't fair she didn't deserve this, she didn't.

"Brendan." I hear a familiar voice.

I turn, seeing my father. "You asshole." I charge at him like a linebacker, during Monday night football, shoving him through a glass window. "You did this to her, you did this you bastard!" I yell as we hit the floor, glass falling on top of us.