Some One To Stop Him
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami or the characters in the show. If I did—things would be very different right now.
Rating: Umm…mentions of abuse. Don't know how violent or graphic I'll make it. I just want it to be realistic. Will let y'all know in the warning for each chapter.
Distribution: here only
AN: I just started watching CSI Miami and am really into Nat/Eric so that's wat this story will be centered around.
SPOILERS: this ep starts off during Internal Affairs only Nick isn't going to die in this episode. Bastards always get the easy way out and never have to pay for their sins in this world. But in this fic he will have to answer for his actions! MUWAHAHAHA!! Oh and in my world Nick was never able to get a TRO against Natalia!
AN: I should be studying right now, but my muse is going and I cant ignore her and I was really wasting my time studying because nothing was even going in my head!!!
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Threats and Guarantees
Natalia arrived at the WatchOver Bed & Breakfast at around nine in the morning. She spent at least one day off a week over at the "hotel" watching kids, helping prepare meals, tutoring—mainly science—and anything else that needed to be done. Of course the bed and breakfast wasn't really a hotel, it was a women's shelter hidden fairly well amongst bigger more glamorous condos and five star resorts.
They had contacts spread out all over the place and only had rooms available, so to speak, when those select people called. Natalia was a big help in the shelter. Her work schedule enabled her to have weekdays off so she could watch the kids while their mothers went on job searches or interviews. And every now and then she would buy pizza or Chinese food for lunch or dinner—something the shelter itself could not afford to do and a treat the children in particular enjoyed.
Even with all of this, the most important role Natalia played was the example she set. She had suffered just like all of the women in the shelter had, but now she led a successful life with the police department, which in and of itself was a bonus for the house. The women who came through the shelter could look at Natalia and see that she was in control of her life and her destiny once again.
Of course, recently the image had been smudged with a confession Natalia had to make a couple of months ago during a group therapy session:
Natalia, who was usually very vocal during these sessions,—offering support or encouragement—had been unusually quiet. It unnerved Dorothy Ann more than she would like to admit. She was seeing all the agitated behavior she normally sees in newcomers that end up in the shelter she helped start almost three years ago.
By the time they were half way through the session and all Natalia had done was stare at the floor while fingering her necklace, Dotty broke the silence, "Natalia, is there something you would like to talk about?"
Nat looked up and seemed surprised by her surroundings. She glanced at all the curious and scared faces before leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on her knees.
"Um…there is something that happened Monday and I um have been debating whether or not to tell you all," Nat began. "I am worried that what I'm going to share will scare some of you or I don't know…"she shrugged.
"It's okay," a few people reassured while others nodded their heads in understanding.
Natalia stared back at the floor with her hands clasped in front of her. "My-my ex-husband was released from jail a few days ago," this was followed by a collective intake of breath, "and he um…showed up at my work yesterday. He just walked in through the elevator like there was nothing to it."
No one tried to interrupt her or say anything.
"They didn't tell me he was released from jail, so I didn't have enough time update my restraining order against him and it doesn't look like I will get a new one." A few people whispered, 'oh my God,' while others put their hands over their mouths. Most of them had spent so much time thinking about putting their angry men away that they never even realized that it wasn't permanent. Most sentences lasted only a handful of years.
"I wasn't expecting this," she stated, shaking her head, "not this soon. He had two more years left in his sentence. And I just kept telling myself I had another two years of not looking over my shoulder or feeling like I'm being watched. Another two years to become a black belt or superwoman or whatever. Parole never even occurred to me."
Dotty took a deep breath and asked, "Has he shown up at any other place you've been? Has he been by your house or anything like that?"
Natalia sat back in her chair and rested her hands on her lap, "he visited a few crime scenes I was working on. But that's not the bad part," she looked Dotty straight in the eyes, "he got a job with the clean up crew. He has a valid reason to show up where I am now and I can't claim he's stalking me even when he is."
Natalia's final admission had been followed by complete silence. She thought about the conversation she had with Dotty after the meeting. Dotty had told her that she needed to start preparing herself just incase. Natalia knew exactly what she was talking about: incase she needed to run again.
The very idea scared the shit out of Natalia. She had run from Nick twice and he had found her twice. She didn't know how, but he had managed both times. And he never took her back violently. He would wait until she had left the shelter, let her see him in the same café or grocery store she frequented, and she would go back home before he could do anything. And later he would break her down again.
So, Natalia had spent that first weekend with Nick back in her life going through the old tricks. She had drawn a substantial sum of money from the bank and put it in a backpack on the floor in the coat closet and in another account. Along with the money she made a copy of her driver's license, birth certificate, and voter registration card. She got a new credit card and kept her passport in there. Extra keys, medical records, and her social security card along with other documentation had been organized in a binder and stashed apparently randomly next to an old pair of boots and a gym bag. And the gym bag contained several mix and match outfits, sneakers, and a wig.
Oh, yes, Natalia had done all that and more, just in case. If she had to run this time, she did not want to be found.
She entered the back door to the old refurbished house and immediately put thoughts of her own problems out of her head. Today was a day for helping and hopefully a few laughs.
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Natalia laughed as Dominic and Sara jumped out of her car and raced each other to the front door of Famous Anthony's Pizza. It was the best place for pie in town and she felt like treating the kids today. The brother and sister team had been living at the shelter for almost five months and they would soon be leaving. Their mom had landed a decent job over three months ago and finally had enough money to rent an apartment big enough for two kids.
Dominic and Sara had both blossomed under the rigid schedule the shelter had for kids living there. Dotty knew that a lot of these kids had little to no order in their lives before coming to WatchOver and the best way to make them feel secure was to give them a routine and let them know what's going on. And it worked every single time. Now she brought them along to help her carry the pizzas back to school.
The young ones weren't the only ones who had to follow a guideline. After a few weeks at the bed and breakfast, all women were required to spend a certain amount of hours a week looking for jobs, helping with the kids, or various odds and ends. All of which were vital to the sustainability of the shelter. Donations that came in from people and past survivors helped as well, but after they got a job each women was expected to give some money for groceries and utilities, but it was nothing compared to standard rent. The women usually understood and cherished the new found freedom of handling their own money and lives for the first time in a while.
Both teens had caught up in class while at the home and couldn't wait to get back into school. They would still be tutored at WatchOver for a few weeks after they moved away, just to make the transition as gradual as possible, but then help would only be given when it was needed.
She would miss the whole family, but was too happy for them to let that bother her. She would see them at the monthly barbeque anyway for Alumni—as they called it. And Maria had said she would come back to help tutor some of the younger children in Spanish as well as attend the group therapy sessions when she could.
Natalia came out of her musings to tell the kids to settle down while they were waiting in line, when she saw them.
Sitting in a booth by the window was Nick and a girl with long dark hair that she didn't know. She took a moment to be relieved that the girl wasn't Maxine, before she quickly looked away when he glanced up at her. He didn't get up from his chair and she kept the teens by her side at the counter.
She paid for the pizzas and the cashier told her it would be another fifteen minutes, so she got a couple of cokes for Sara and Dominic and told them to find a table. She was torn between needing to be alone for a few seconds and not wanting to leave the kids by themselves. Then she reminded herself that they were fourteen and fifteen and had really learned to stand up for themselves the last few months, so she excused herself to the ladies.
In the bathroom, she held a wet washcloth to her forehead. She didn't know why seeing him shook her up so much. Of course, she hadn't seen him since he fought with Eric. Collecting herself, she threw away the paper towel and unlocked the door and it suddenly burst open!
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"No!" she managed to whimper before Nick had a hand covering her mouth.
He kicked the door shut and pinned her against it, "Did you think staying with that guy would keep me away, you slut?" he asked menacingly while locking the door with his free hand.
Natalia could only grasp onto his shirt and the hand covering her mouth while her eyes filled with tears.
"Since you've been giving it to him, I think now it's my turn," he growled, "We're going to spend the weekend together, you understand?"
She shook her head violently; she didn't want to be anywhere near him.
"Do you honestly think it's that easy to say no to me? That I'm not prepared to do what it takes to get you back? Huh?" he asked. "Think I don't know about your little group over at the bed and breakfast? That you work there once a week and help out? Think I don't know about Dominic and Sara sitting out there drinking soda? Or how about little Brendon or his mother Amanda? Does her husband know where she is? Maybe I should give him a call; he's probably worried about them."
At this Natalia managed to make a noise through the hand covering her mouth and he loosened his hold on her a bit, "Oh My GOD! No!" Natalia exclaimed, "Please, don't. This is between you and me, please, please don't." They had all come so far, Nick could not ruin it now. They would all have to start over. She thought of the look on Maria's face when she talked about the new apartment.
"And what about darling, naïve Maxine, huh?" Nick continued enjoying the panic radiating from her, "we may have another lunch date next week. If you don't spend the weekend with me…I might be in a bad mood when she comes by."
Natalia was almost completely sobbing by now, "okay,okay, you can come by. Okay, just—I'll be there. We can—I'll be there."
Nick smiled in satisfaction. Slowly, he leaned in to her and put his lips close to her ear, "I'm holding you to that, baby. See you at work."
Smirking he pulled her away from the door and exited the bathroom.
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