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A/N: [ ] = dream.
I had a hard time getting dis chap written down. There's an evil lil fat man (namely my boss) who is killing my imagination and turning me into a monotonous drone. But I did it so enjoy!
* * *
Sitting in Deakins' office, Alex was trying to get Deakins head around the new information on the case.
"How can someone have a signed death certificate and still be alive!?"
"I don't know sir, but both Bobby and I agree that this girl knows something that someone wants to keep a secret. The only problem is, she isn't willing to talk."
Deakins nodded. "So far we have 7 murders with no apparent motive and a witness who won't talk obviously because she's afraid of something."
Bobby, who had been quiet, saying very little through the entire meeting sat forward, head in hands. "What if all she needs is someone to trust?"
Alex and Deakins looked at Bobby, eyebrows raised. "What if this woman isn't talking because she has no one to trust and hasn't had for a while now."
"Well, looks like you two get to be the lucky ones who earn her trust. I want her talking. The DA is up our asses on this one and we need to know what she knows."
Bobby and Alex got up and left the office. The offices of the major case squad were exactly as you would imagine. Everything was a steel gray, giving the impression of a fortress. The fluorescent lights only added to the effect of a cold, empty place.
Bobby sat down at his desk. He picked up the folder of reports that had been delivered that afternoon. Flicking through them, he saw the same conclusions that he had come to. Nothing new or interesting that could provide a link to a suspect. Their only lead was Tori. Her and the 'doctor' who had signed the death certificate. "Bobby, go home."
Bobby, shaken from his thoughts, smiled at the concern of his partner, and for once, followed her advice. Picking up some files and his coat, he headed for the elevator.
* * *
Bobby's apartment was dimly lit by the desk lamp that shone from the lounge. It was the only light on in the house. The bookshelves in the corner were cast into shadow and the room was occasionally lit by the headlights of the cars passing below. In the bedroom, Bobby lay in a fitful sleep.
* * *
[The darkness was all around him. It was everywhere except the pocket of light that surrounded him. But it was closing in. He tried to move, but the chains clamped to his hands wouldn't allow him to. A scream made him turn around. The darkness was reaching out for a woman that was also chained to the ground. He couldn't see her face but he was sure it was his mother. He strained at the chains, trying to break free and get to the woman before the darkness. Somehow, if he got to his mother, everything would be all right. He had to get to her. He twisted and turned, getting more desperate with every scream that he heard. Finally the chains broke and he ran forward, just as the darkness reached his mother. He grabbed her hand, and as the darkness engulfed her, he saw that it wasn't his mother]
* * *
Bobby woke with a start. Sweat drenched him from the nightmare and the sheets lay twisted on the floor. Bobby looked at the clock on the nightstand. 3 am. He had had that dream many times as a child but after his mother was institutionalized, it had stopped. But something was different this time. He fought to remember. Tori.
He got up and dressed in the first things he could find, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.
Arriving at the hospital, the first thing he did was have the front reception call and have a nurse check on Tori. After finding out she was fine, he headed up to her room. He leaned on the doorframe. She was sleeping peaceful, the only sign of life was her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Bobby stepped into the room and sat in the chair next to the bed and too k Tori's hand. She was so thin. The smallest robe the hospital had was hanging off her, at least two sizes too big. Her dinner lay again untouched on the table beside the bed.
Bobby jumped as she stirred, rolling over, he could see she was about to wake up. He gently stroked her black hair, telling her to go to sleep. Slowly her breathing returned to the rhythm of one who was deeply asleep.
Sitting back, Bobby relaxed. He hadn't felt so calm in a long time and soon, he fell asleep.
* * *
It seemed barley a minute since Bobby fell asleep that he was dragged into the waking world. Light was streaming through the window and Bobby saw why he had woken. A cheeky grin and the empty glass in Tori's hand was enough to explain the water now running down the back of his neck.
"Someone's gonna be late for wo-ork." Tori teased in a singsong voice.
Bobby looked down at his watch and realized it was already 9 o'clock. Swearing, he got up and walked towards the door. He stopped and turned around and looked at Tori. She still sported a shit-eating grin but he noticed the bit of color that had returned to her cheeks. His eyes slid to the bedside table and he realized the food he had seen was now gone. Smiling he left the room.
* * *
Reaching the precinct, he cursed under his breath realizing he was still wearing the sweatshirt and pants he had thrown on in the middle of the night. As soon as the elevator door opened, he heard Deakins yelling his name from his office. Alex looked up from her desk. For once she was here before Bobby but as soon as she saw him, her look changed to surprise.
Never would her partner turn up to work in as sweatshirt. His looks suggested he had hard night. From the ruffled hairstyle to the bags under his eyes, Alex could tell he hadn't slept well. Bobby walked over to Deakins office. She heard Deakins telling Bobby to shut the door behind him.
Inside the office, Deakins also displayed surprise at Bobby's appearance. Bobby sat down. "I'm sorry, I just had a bad night."
"Goren you start work at 8. It is now 9:30. If you are ever this late again, I will personally find you a job analyzing dog shit somewhere."
Bobby smiled at his bosses' lame attempt at a joke. "Now go back home, wake up properly, change and be back here by 11."
Bobby nodded and left the office. Going over to Alex, he told her what had happened and thanked her silently for not asking about the night before.
Heading back to the elevator and ignoring the stares from his co-workers, he left for home.
A/N: [ ] = dream.
I had a hard time getting dis chap written down. There's an evil lil fat man (namely my boss) who is killing my imagination and turning me into a monotonous drone. But I did it so enjoy!
* * *
Sitting in Deakins' office, Alex was trying to get Deakins head around the new information on the case.
"How can someone have a signed death certificate and still be alive!?"
"I don't know sir, but both Bobby and I agree that this girl knows something that someone wants to keep a secret. The only problem is, she isn't willing to talk."
Deakins nodded. "So far we have 7 murders with no apparent motive and a witness who won't talk obviously because she's afraid of something."
Bobby, who had been quiet, saying very little through the entire meeting sat forward, head in hands. "What if all she needs is someone to trust?"
Alex and Deakins looked at Bobby, eyebrows raised. "What if this woman isn't talking because she has no one to trust and hasn't had for a while now."
"Well, looks like you two get to be the lucky ones who earn her trust. I want her talking. The DA is up our asses on this one and we need to know what she knows."
Bobby and Alex got up and left the office. The offices of the major case squad were exactly as you would imagine. Everything was a steel gray, giving the impression of a fortress. The fluorescent lights only added to the effect of a cold, empty place.
Bobby sat down at his desk. He picked up the folder of reports that had been delivered that afternoon. Flicking through them, he saw the same conclusions that he had come to. Nothing new or interesting that could provide a link to a suspect. Their only lead was Tori. Her and the 'doctor' who had signed the death certificate. "Bobby, go home."
Bobby, shaken from his thoughts, smiled at the concern of his partner, and for once, followed her advice. Picking up some files and his coat, he headed for the elevator.
* * *
Bobby's apartment was dimly lit by the desk lamp that shone from the lounge. It was the only light on in the house. The bookshelves in the corner were cast into shadow and the room was occasionally lit by the headlights of the cars passing below. In the bedroom, Bobby lay in a fitful sleep.
* * *
[The darkness was all around him. It was everywhere except the pocket of light that surrounded him. But it was closing in. He tried to move, but the chains clamped to his hands wouldn't allow him to. A scream made him turn around. The darkness was reaching out for a woman that was also chained to the ground. He couldn't see her face but he was sure it was his mother. He strained at the chains, trying to break free and get to the woman before the darkness. Somehow, if he got to his mother, everything would be all right. He had to get to her. He twisted and turned, getting more desperate with every scream that he heard. Finally the chains broke and he ran forward, just as the darkness reached his mother. He grabbed her hand, and as the darkness engulfed her, he saw that it wasn't his mother]
* * *
Bobby woke with a start. Sweat drenched him from the nightmare and the sheets lay twisted on the floor. Bobby looked at the clock on the nightstand. 3 am. He had had that dream many times as a child but after his mother was institutionalized, it had stopped. But something was different this time. He fought to remember. Tori.
He got up and dressed in the first things he could find, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.
Arriving at the hospital, the first thing he did was have the front reception call and have a nurse check on Tori. After finding out she was fine, he headed up to her room. He leaned on the doorframe. She was sleeping peaceful, the only sign of life was her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Bobby stepped into the room and sat in the chair next to the bed and too k Tori's hand. She was so thin. The smallest robe the hospital had was hanging off her, at least two sizes too big. Her dinner lay again untouched on the table beside the bed.
Bobby jumped as she stirred, rolling over, he could see she was about to wake up. He gently stroked her black hair, telling her to go to sleep. Slowly her breathing returned to the rhythm of one who was deeply asleep.
Sitting back, Bobby relaxed. He hadn't felt so calm in a long time and soon, he fell asleep.
* * *
It seemed barley a minute since Bobby fell asleep that he was dragged into the waking world. Light was streaming through the window and Bobby saw why he had woken. A cheeky grin and the empty glass in Tori's hand was enough to explain the water now running down the back of his neck.
"Someone's gonna be late for wo-ork." Tori teased in a singsong voice.
Bobby looked down at his watch and realized it was already 9 o'clock. Swearing, he got up and walked towards the door. He stopped and turned around and looked at Tori. She still sported a shit-eating grin but he noticed the bit of color that had returned to her cheeks. His eyes slid to the bedside table and he realized the food he had seen was now gone. Smiling he left the room.
* * *
Reaching the precinct, he cursed under his breath realizing he was still wearing the sweatshirt and pants he had thrown on in the middle of the night. As soon as the elevator door opened, he heard Deakins yelling his name from his office. Alex looked up from her desk. For once she was here before Bobby but as soon as she saw him, her look changed to surprise.
Never would her partner turn up to work in as sweatshirt. His looks suggested he had hard night. From the ruffled hairstyle to the bags under his eyes, Alex could tell he hadn't slept well. Bobby walked over to Deakins office. She heard Deakins telling Bobby to shut the door behind him.
Inside the office, Deakins also displayed surprise at Bobby's appearance. Bobby sat down. "I'm sorry, I just had a bad night."
"Goren you start work at 8. It is now 9:30. If you are ever this late again, I will personally find you a job analyzing dog shit somewhere."
Bobby smiled at his bosses' lame attempt at a joke. "Now go back home, wake up properly, change and be back here by 11."
Bobby nodded and left the office. Going over to Alex, he told her what had happened and thanked her silently for not asking about the night before.
Heading back to the elevator and ignoring the stares from his co-workers, he left for home.
