No one said a word. Fin and Munch still had their guns out, but realized it would be useless to shot him. They only legal way they could shot him were if he tried to inject Daisy, and by then it would be too late for her. Finally, the most unlikely person said the most unlikely thing.
"Munch, Fin, leave," Daisy demanded.
"No."
"Leave."
"Best listen to her," Garry told them with a smug sneer.
"Leave," Daisy told them again giving them a dangerous glare.
The reluctantly left and went to the back room with Cragen. "What the hell does she think she's doing?" he asked angrily.
Fin and Munch shrugged, all they could do was watch helplessly.
Daisy sat up slowly, saying, "Mind if I sit up? I'd hate people saying I died on my back. It sounds so wrong."
Garry didn't say yes, but he didn't make a move to kill her, so she figured she was okay. She brushed the hair out of her face and asked, "So Garry, if I'm going to die, mind telling me about Ethan?"
Garry snickered and asked, "You really don't know?" She shook her head and he howled with laughter. "And you were the one calling me pathetic. Ethan is the pathetic one."
"Oh, I believe it," Daisy told him. "So who is Ethan?"
He shrugged and said, "We were on a first name bases only."
"Don't be offended when I call you a liar," Daisy said as she stood up.
Garry flinched and waved the needle threateningly. Daisy laughed and pushed her sleeves up saying, "You want to kill me? Go right ahead. Pick an arm, or better yet," she pushed the hair away from her neck, "here's a clean shot at the neck."
"Get in there before she gets herself killed," Cragen ordered.
Fin bolted for the door, but found that Daisy had anticipated this and locked it before anyone could reach it. He slammed his fist angrily against the door causing Garry to jump.
"What was that?"
"Just the other detective trying to get in and failing," Daisy told him with an evil smile. "They can't get in and you can't get out, so go ahead and kill me."
He looked at her, and was scared when he realized she was serious. "What the hell have you been shooting up?"
She smirked at him, and then grabbed the arm with the needle and twisted. He cried out, dropping the need just as Daisy had planned. She pushed him to the ground, pinning him on his stomach, and picked up the needle. She stretched out his arm and jabbed the needle into his elbow.
"Who is he?" she asked in a low, dangerous voice.
"Robertson," Garry cried, and then started pleading with her to not kill him.
The rational part of Daisy was telling her to back off now. The other part was telling her to slam her hand down and kill him. To send that air bubble straight to his heart and let him die painfully. Her hand felt like it weighed a ton, and her arm muscles just ached to let her hand fall.
"No please, don't," Garry whimpered, with tears streaming down his face.
This shook Daisy to her core. She got off of him and quickly scurried to the other side of the room, where she proceeded to look at the man, who she could have easily just killed, with horror.
The next thing she knew the door flung open, Fin's lock pick was in the door instead of his pocket and the detectives charged in. Munch pulled Garry up and brought him out of the room while Fin went over to the corner where Daisy was huddled.
"You okay?" Fin asked, as he looked for puncture wounds.
Daisy stared off, horrified and shaking. "He… he…" Daisy started, but didn't have the strength to finish.
"It's okay, he's gone," Fin told her kindly, one hand stroking her hair, but stopped when he found old needle wounds at her elbow.
"I could have killed him so easily, but he cried and plead just like I did," Daisy whispered, still shaking.
"What? When did you cried and plead?" Fin asked kindly.
Daisy snapped back into reality. She stood up quickly and said, "I didn't. I must have been hallucinating."
"Okay," Fin said her with a frown.
Then she left quickly, and head start for the bathroom. She felt as though she was going to be sick, but nothing came, which she was slightly grateful for. Finally, she splashed some water on her face and headed out into the squad room.
Everyone was running the name Ethan Robertson; calling anyplace that might have a record of him. Daisy was going to join them when Cragen walked over to her, looking mad. "Clampett, I want you in my office right now to explain yourself," he said loudly and angry.
Daisy nodded and like she did before, stood up tall and got ready to take full responsibility for her actions.
The four detectives watched them walk away and when the heard the office door shut, Olivia said, "I hope he sends her back to where ever she came from."
"Sorry Olivia, but the Devil still has control of hell," Elliot replied.
"She belongs in hell, it's her fault," Munch muttered.
"Excuse me?" Fin asked, the embers of his temper being to glow.
"You wouldn't have been put in danger if she didn't use the suspect as a punching bag," Munch told him.
"She wasn't the one who gave that creep the needle, he could have pulled it out at any time. In fact, I bet you that what he intended to do regardless if someone hit him or not," Fin said.
"How do you know that for certain? How do we even know he gave us the right name? He could have said the first name that popped in his head," Munch shot back.
"Well at least we got a name," Fin responded.
"Why are you defending her? She nearly killed you?" Munch asked, peering at Fin over his glasses, his eyes asking the question Fin didn't want to answer.
"Because she didn't let me get killed," Fin replied as he picked up a phone and went back to work, ignoring anything else Munch said.
When Daisy finally came out of Cragen's office it was late and people were leaving to go home. She walked over to her desk, and got ready to leave.
"Good night," Munch said to Fin on the opposite side of the squad room.
Fin just made a noise in reorganization. "So you're not going to talk to me at all?"
"Nope," Fin told him as he got up and put on his coat, hat, and gloves.
As Fin started walking towards the exit, Munch followed saying, "You really think this is worth getting into a fight with your partner about?"
"It is when my partner's being an ass."
Then they both spotted Daisy, wrapping a scarf around her neck. Munch glared at her and said, "Ah, there's the little home wrecker now."
Fin ignored him and walked up to Daisy. "Hey."
"Hi," Daisy greeted him.
"You okay?" Fin asked picking up on the sadness she tried to hide.
"Fine," she answered as they started walking out the door.
Munch shook his head and left to his apartment, determined to find out what Daisy's clue meant and what it mystery it unraveled.
Fin took a deep breath of the cold winter air and asked, "You want a ride?"
Daisy shook her head. "No thanks Fin, it's not far."
"Are you sure? Do you really want to walk in this cold?"
Daisy hesitated. A small part of her really wanted to take Fin up on his offer, but the other part of her reminded her that it was her fault he had a needle to his throat, and she couldn't bear any more guilt. She smiled sadly at him and said, "No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
Fin shrugged, bided her goodbye, and then headed to his car. Daisy started walking, but stopped abruptly after half a block. Her heart shank and without considering her guilty mind could be playing tricks on her, she turned and ran back towards Fin. She saw him about to get in his car, and called out his name. He stopped and waited for her.
"That offer for a ride still open?" she asked, breathlessly.
He nodded. She let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thanks so much."
"No problem."
They rode to her apartment in silence, with the heat on, but Daisy still felt cold. The cold wrapped around her, devouring her. A horrible thought kept entering her mind, refusing to leave. She tried to force herself to think of another thing, anything else. Her family, the phone call she got about her father just a day ago, all the lies she had told, all the people she had hurt, when Fin stopped the car.
Fin looked around her neighborhood. It was not exactly the place he would feel safe walking around when it was almost midnight, so why was she?
She looked at the dark street, her dark apartment building, her new dark apartment, and asked, before her mind could think of the consequences, "Want to come up?"
"Sure," was Fin's automatic response before his mind could consider the consequences.
Now all the Fin lovers shall pummel me with tomatoes and smack me upside the head. and now the question remains what will happen when he goes up to her apartment? What do you think will happen? (and just to ease all the Fin lovers, this is a mystery/drama.)
