A/n: First off I want to say thanks to everyone who has responded to this story. I'm taking my time with this if you haven't noticed, so I can come out with better, more detailed chapters. Thanks to those being patient. Hope you guys are still reading!

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Enough of me rambling and on to the story!

What He Doesn't Know Will Hurt Him Anyway Chapter Five

Grace went to the hospital daily for her job, but never before had she hated it the way she did. Finney lay in exam room one, unconscious from someone beating him to a bloody pulp. She stared at the closed door, swallowing hard as she saw Proctor come out, taking off her rubber exam gloves. She slowly walked to her, feeling extremely nauseated.

"Proctor, how's he doing?" Her voice was shaky but she didn't care, she couldn't hide being upset about this, no way in hell.

She ran her hands over her hair. "He's still unconscious, but after the pain medication wears off he should be awake. He had some severe blows to his body, but he was lucky. He just needs a few days rest." She noticed the worry on Grace's face, touching her arm. "He's strong, he'll be ok." She turned to walk away, leaving Grace with her thoughts.

Suddenly she felt herself fighting to go in. She had seen him hurt before after that car wreck, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it again. She looked down the hall, wondering if anyone had informed his family about this yet. His poor mother, losing her house and almost her life, then have to be told that her son was in the hospital too. She was probably the one that would tell her also, it'd only be right.

Thinking a few more minutes, she finally placed her hand on the smooth surface of the wooden door, opening it slowly. Inside revealed a motionless Finney, asleep in a hospital bed. She let out a small gasp, seeing the bruising that overtook his face, as well as a few cuts and scrapes. She looked at the IV pump, they had given him morphine which made her breathe easier. At least he wasn't feeling a lot of pain. She gently touched his hand, but stayed silent, hearing the machines do their job.

"It'll be okay Brendan." She felt a tear trickle down her cheek. She knew he'd be okay, but in the long run she was worried. Someone was messing with his family, and she didn't even know the full story. She wiped the tears away when she heard someone enter the room. Looking up quickly, she gave a small smile when she saw it was Davis.

"Hey Grace, how are you doing?" He walked closer to her, keeping his eyes on his partner.

"Just a little confused." She looked away when she felt herself get teary eyed again. She never liked for people to see her cry.

Davis noticed it immediately, pulling her into a tight hug. "Hey Grace, it'll be okay. Finney has a hard head ya know."

She looked up, wiping some tears that accumulated on her face. "I'm worried for his family." She paused, looking down at Finney and back up at him. "First his mother's house is burned down, then he gets beat up. Who is doing this?"

Davis arched his eyebrow, stepping back. "I don't know, but we'll find out. It's a matter of time before they screw up."

"I gotta go tell his mother if she's awake. Maybe his family is up there with her."

"You want me to come?" Davis asked, knowing how hard of a task that could be.

"If you want." She really hoped he would. Having someone else there to help took some of the pressure off when the awkward silence hit.

It seemed like her room was miles away. The anticipation was killing both of them. They were both unsure of how Mrs. Finney would act, seeing as neither of them knew her that well. The hallway seemed so long and narrow, like every step they took was moving the door farther and farther away. Davis reached in to open the door, gripping the metal handle tightly. To their luck she was awake, and Bryce was sitting by her bedside.

He stood up quickly. Grace was amazed at how much he looked and acted like Finney, almost made her want to jump back. She wasn't sure if Davis was going to break the ice so she just stood one step back behind him, waiting.

Bryce stared at them, frowning. "What's going on?"

Davis walked closer to both of them. "Sit down Bryce, it's ok."

"You two come in here in the middle of the night, saying everything is ok." He sat back down. "Something happened to Brendan didn't it?"

Davis looked at Mrs. Finney then down to Bryce. "He got assaulted tonight. Grace found him outside of his apartment door. He's okay, he's resting right now." His eyes quickly averted to Marion, who remained silent but he could tell she was very upset by this just by the way her breathing had suddenly changed.

Grace was somewhat thankful that Davis was handling all the talking, but she knew she at least needed to say something. "It's okay Mrs. Finney." She grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. "He'll be okay."

Davis turned back to Bryce, feeling as if someone had just punched him in the stomach. He wanted to ask Bryce some questions but he knew now wasn't the right time, not when he was angry the way he was. "If you guys need anything, just let us know." Davis turned to walk out, waiting for Grace to exit first.

"At least we got that out of the way." Davis said. "What are you gonna do the rest of the evening?"

Grace stared down the hallway, remaining quiet as she thought about it. "Probably stick around her so when Finney wakes up I can see him."

Davis nodded. "Yeah, so we can get some questions answered and get whoever is doing this."


Finney slowly opened his eyes, feeling an extreme headache take over his body. He felt light blister his pupils, all the way to the very back of his sockets, so he tightly shut his eyelids again, feeling an instant burn. He wasn't even sure where he was, all he knew is he was in pain. He tried rolling over on his side, his lower back was also screaming at him. He could barely move his body, it seemed every time he even thought about moving his body said no.

Slowly, he fluttered his eyes back open, not sending as much of a shock to them. Things were blurry at first, but just from the smell he knew exactly where he was. In a hospital bed, the last place he wanted, or needed to be. He rubbed his eyes but that only made his vision worse, and also made his head throb. He tried to think of how he got here, for some reason his mind was playing tricks on him. He shifted his weight, letting out a low grunt. Maybe his memory would come back and blindside him, as for right now it was a complete blank.

"Brendan?"

He looked to his left, seeing Grace standing over him. "Grace." His voice was raspy from his throat being dry. It even hurt to talk.

She grabbed the pitcher beside his bed, pouring him a glass of water. "You want something to drink?"

He nodded, reaching up and grabbing the styro-foam cup. He drank it down, feeling the ice cold water trickle all the way down to his stomach, making him feel better almost instantly. He handed it back to her, motioning for more. 'Maybe she knows what happened,' he thought as he waited for more water.

"What am I doing here Grace? What happened?" He felt like an idiot asking that, but his curiosity was running a mile a minute.

She handed him the cup again, watching him drink like he had never had water before. "You don't remember?"

He shook his head no, waiting for her to enlighten him.

"I found you outside of your apartment door last night. Someone had beaten you up."

Suddenly the memory came back, flooding his mind as if someone opened up floodgates. He saw the man standing over him, beating him, and he was unable to do anything back. He closed his eyes, and all he could see was that man's arrogant smile haunt him. "Oh my God," He whispered.

"What?" Grace knew that he now remembered. "Do you remember what the guy looked like?"

Finney nodded. "Yeah I do." He fought his body, sitting up. "I gotta get outta here. I'm wasting time." He reached for the IV that was stuck in his hand, pulling it out.

"Finney, you can't leave, the doctor hasn't released you yet."

Finney looked at her as if she was something he had never seen before. "Like I said, I'm wasting my time. The longer I stay in this bed the longer whoever is doing this is out there, planning more stuff against my family. I can't allow that." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, scanning the room for his clothes. "Where are my clothes?" He finally found them in the bathroom, putting them on quickly.

She stepped in front of him as he made his way to the door. "This isn't smart Brendan, you could still need medical attention."

"It isn't smart to let someone run all over my family either."


Finney wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do about this, he just knew that he couldn't be at the hospital right now. Flashes of what happened the night before kept clouding his memory, like a heavy haze on a humid morning.

His body ached from the harshness sent to it only hours before, but he didn't care. That wasn't going to stop him from finding the culprit behind this. The man had said something about his father and his past, so now he was really curious as to what this man was doing in his life.

"Even in death your father's sins come back to bite people in the ass."

Finney shuttered, thinking about those words that echoed through his mind. His father's sins? He didn't even want to get started on that subject. His father's sins could open up so many things not even pertaining to this. Was this man a cop that his father associated with back in the 70's? He shook his head, if only he had the man's name.

He leaned his head against the window of the subway car, closing his eyes as he felt it rock back and forth on the track, making it's way back towards his apartment. A few people sitting across from him stopped to stare, seeing his tattered face, but went back to their own business when they saw he wasn't in the best of moods. He needed to plan out what he was going to do, he couldn't just remain silent anymore and wish this all away. It was happening, no matter how much he denied it.

The train came to a halt at his stop, the sound on the overhead speaker interrupted his thoughts as he got up, waiting as the doors slid open, and the next rush of people either got off or got on, hurrying before the doors closed again, leaving the slow ones behind, only to wait for the next one to come along. He pushed through a few people as he made it to the steps taking him back up to street level as his body fought against him, where already his nerves came into play.

Everywhere around him he looked, seeing if anyone out of the ordinary was around, but it was New York, that seemed to happen around every corner. He scanned intersections, trying to see if anyone like that man was around, but nothing came up. 'My luck,' he thought. When he actually wanted the man around he was nowhere to be found.

He entered his apartment, leaning against the door and sliding to the floor after he shut it. He put his head in his hands, almost feeling the urge to pull his hair out. He was so frustrated to the point that he wanted to scream out. He took in a deep breath, trying to stand up. Grabbing a bottle of water, he downed a few ibuprofen to try and cure the headache he was having.

His heart skipped a beat when he felt his cell phone vibrate. He grabbed it quickly, seeing it was Bryce. "Hello?"

"They are letting mom go home. We are going to her sister's house."

Finney licked his lips, not sure if he liked that or not. At least in the hospital she was somewhat safe from who was doing this. "I'll meet you guys over there." With that he closed his phone, going out the door.

When he got there they had already arrived; his mother was leaning back in a recliner, drinking some water. She looked scared to see him, being caught off guard by the way he looked.

"Brendan, what are you doing out of the hospital?"

He shook his head, standing beside her chair. "I'm not doing any good laying in that bed. How are you feeling?"

She put her hand up, motioning him away. "Physically I'm fine." She leaned in, lowering her voice. "Mentally I want to know what the hell is going on." He could tell by the look on her face she was very worried, the way her brow was creased and the way her voice was. But after what they had been through, who wouldn't be?

He shifted his weight, pausing. "I'm working on that mom, it'll be ok." Deep down he knew it was going to get worse before it got any better, but he was ready now, more than ever.


Grace was happy that the day was a slow one. She had so much on her mind, with Finney's family having the major problems it was having she just couldn't concentrate on much of anything. She was glad to see the clock hit 11:00, and since it was a slow day there wasn't much paperwork and she was out the door by 11:20.

She gave a small wave to Carlos and Holly as she walked down the stairs to her car. The night air was soothing to her skin as she got in, slowly turning the key in the ignition. The radio instantly came on, blaring some pop song by Gavin Degraw. She turned the knob as she backed out of her spot, also thankful that the traffic wasn't bad.

"Tonight is going to be a good night," she said to herself as she merged into a lane.

It was weird, she was practically the only car out on the road. Normally, even at 11 PM it was a little busier, but she wasn't going to complain. That's when a black, f-150 Ford truck pulled out from a side street, following behind her closely. She tapped her brakes, hoping maybe she'd send a clue that she didn't want to be followed that closely but it didn't phase the driver, they just stayed right up on her.

Growing frustrated, she sped up a little. "Jesus! Would you get off of my ass!" In the back of her mind she knew that you weren't supposed to speed up in a situation like this but she was already on edge as it was, and this wasn't helping.

That's when the truck rammed into the back of her car, causing her body to jolt back from the impact. She lost control for a moment, but grabbed the steering wheel tightly, putting it back into the right lane. "Oh my god! What is your problem!" She yelled as if the driver could hear her. The car rammed her again, but this time she wasn't so lucky.

The car turned sideways, being pushed into the opposite lane, the lane that oncoming traffic would be coming into. She felt the car come to a screeching halt, and saw that the truck stopped on the curb, waiting, watching for whatever was to happen next. She was in so much shock at the moment that she couldn't think to try and get the car out of the lane.

She looked from the black truck, back to in front of her, seeing headlights coming quickly. Before she could even register what was happening the car hit her, causing her car to spin in a complete 180, ending up 50 feet from it's original spot. The sounds of metal clanking together could be heard, as well as some screams from the other car. Then everything drastically went silent as each vehicle finally came to a complete stop.

Grace felt the warm blood pouring from her forehead as she closed her eyes. Her head pounded hard, but not as hard as her heart was when she saw the driver of the black truck get out, walking towards her car. She tried to open her door to get out, but her body wouldn't cooperate, besides that the damage was so bad the door wouldn't even open.

The man reached in, grabbing her neck tightly, his hot breath went down her neck as he smiled. "You tell Junior that if he wants to finish this to meet me at 5-8-9-6 89th street. We'll be waiting. Make sure you tell him." He then let go, shoving her head into the headrest and walking off, leaving both cars in the middle of the road, waiting for someone else to discover the accident. Grace fought her body but in a matter of moments fell unconscious, leaving her life in the fate of whoever would stumble across this wreck.

TBC….

Just like to say again, thank you to all of you who have been patient with this story since it has taken me so long to update. Thanks for replying and reviewing, you guys truly are great to hear from. I appreciate it so much and happy reading/writing! Chapter six is soon to come!