Title: Not Done Hurting
Author: Half-Human
Summary: What happens to our beloved Vajayjay Queen after her horrendous ordeal? Guest starring: characters from Law & Order: SVU.
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its wonderful characters belong to the genius Shonda Rhimes and everyone who's helped put this drama together. Law and Order: SVU and all its characters also aren't mine…unfortunately. What I'd give to have the criminal justice system at my disposal…hmm. ;)
Author's Note: Ok, first chapter up since I've become a TI member. Oh. Yeah. Sorry for posting this so late. I had a bit of writer's block, with a touch of laziness, and some distraction (other fics)…;p Anywayz, one with the drama!
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Bailey didn't know how to respond. Her facial expression instantly shifted from one of extreme agitation to one of confusion and fear. She just shook her head slowly from side to side, and somberly thought, 'Lord, this cannot be happening.' She was standing in a crowded loud room, filled with wet injured people, a crying child and eerie darkness. She desperately tried to clear her mind and filter all the noise out; the Nazi was finally stumped. Worry etched on her face, Miranda forced herself to speak. "Derek, this better not be some sick joke…" she began shaking her head, trying to keep her emotions at bay. Suddenly Derek's face seemed to contort a little and he quickly put a hand over his face. He lowered his head. Miranda stood frozen as she witnessed the once savvy pain-in-the-behind smart-ass break down in front of her. "Derek," Miranda began, clearly seeing that she had to take control of the situation. "Go to Richard. Request emergency leave." Derek nodded, and wiping away the tears that had managed to trickle down his face, he turned and walked away.
"Dr. Shepherd," Bailey called him before he left the scene. Derek slowly turned. "Keep me updated. I want to know what happened, how she is doing, everything…seriously. She is my friend."
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As he walked through the dark corridors and passed dozens of rampant interns, attendings, and patients, Derek searched his pockets for his cell-phone. It was silent on mode. It read 14 missed calls over the course of 40 minutes. Derek cursed himself for not checking his phone. He scrolled through the missed calls: Weiss, Savvy, NYPD, Savvy, Private, Private, Weiss, Mark—Mark! Derek stared the illuminated name on the tiny screen and felt like slamming the phone to the floor. Just the thought of that man being in New York, closer to Addie than he was, pissed him off so much. And Mark had actually phoned Derek! Derek inhaled deeply trying to suppress his anger and get a hold of his nausea. Suddenly the screen on his phone lit up. It was a call. It was Weiss.
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"Weiss! What the hell happened?" Derek shouted into his cell phone. Derek had stopped in one of the dark hallways of Seattle Grace and leaned against a corner wall.
"Derek, we've been trying to contact you for over half and hour!" Weiss cried, irritated, his voice shook as he spoke.
"I know man…I know. I just got a call from the NYPD and the power got knocked out here…Oh my god." Derek inhaled and exhaled deeply again before continuing. "What happened to Addie…is she ok? Please Weiss, tell me she's ok!"
"Derek. She's here at Mt. Sinai. I'm not going to lie to you…she is pretty beaten up. They told us-"
"Who did it Weiss? Who the fuck did it!" Derek was screaming into his phone, anger was rising within him, his face was reddening, and tears were threatening to fall.
"Derek. We don't know. The police are on it, but Derek, she was lucky. The cops said the bastard didn't get to…didn't actually rape her. She fought back Derek. She fought." At hearing those words, Derek felt his knees go limp and his body slowly slide to the ground. He let the tears fall, and even though images of Addie flashed through his mind, his nausea dissipated. "They're still running a rape kit Derek, she may have gotten a good piece of the bastard…Derek?" Derek found it hard clear his mind, memories of Addie flashed wildly in through his head. Addison's smile, Addison's "you know you love me" stare, Addison's laugh, Addison's reprimands, her pleas for forgiveness, her tears, her slamming the door in his face, her departure… "Derek!" Derek suddenly realized he still had his phone to his ear.
"I'm coming Weiss, I'm coming," Derek finally responding, closing his flip phone and slowly lifting himself up from the dark corner.
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Addison lay in bed. She was in a small room in Mt. Sinai's third floor. Her dressings were tightly wrapped around her head and abdomen. Her head was pounding and she felt as if she couldn't move without something hurting. She had been sleeping for quite sometime, but still felt tired. She could remember snippets of what happened but honestly wanted to forget all of it. All she knew was that she wanted to forget, and she wanted Savy and Weiss to stay with her until she was given the right to go home.
Weiss and Savy had remained with her throughout her entire stay at Sinai. Savy never left her side and made sure she was with Addie while evidence for the rape kit was being collected. As Addison slowly woke up from her drug-induced sleep she noticed that she wasn't alone with Savy and Weiss.
"Addison? Do you think you can answer some questions?" a tall brunette began. Addison looked up at detective Benson, and noticed that her partner, Elliot Stabler was sitting in the back of the room. Benson had heard about Addison's marital problems and so decided to address the injured woman by her first name. She wasn't sure what exactly was going on with Addison's marriage, but she was obligated to call Derek, he was legally her husband. The detectives had waited for Addison to get some rest and because her doctor told them that she suffered great trauma to the head and torso. Addison turned to Savy, who sat beside her, and Weiss, who stood by Benson. Weiss simply smiled encouragingly, and Savy squeezed Addison's hand.
"Yes, I think I'm up for it," Addison whispered. Weiss and Savy, signaled by Benson, left the room. Savy gave Addison a kiss on the cheek and whispered,
"You are so strong Addie, you'll be fine."
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Addison inhaled deeply. Benson and Stabler quickly pulled up chairs next to Addison's bed and pulled out a notepad, pencil, and what looked like a recorder; they weren't able to question her about the details of her ordeal earlier.
"Ok, I know this is hard for you Addison, but we need you to remember more about what happened. So far we understand that your shift ended at midnight and you decided to visit the local restaurant on 104th and Lexington. On your way to La Isla, you passed by some neighborhood kids who knew you, then you went under the Metro North-line bridge on 102nd and Park, and that's when you were attacked…" Addison nodded slowly, memories of that night beginning to invade her consciousness. "Ok, so what we need is a more detailed description of your attacker. What exactly did the man look like? Smell like? Any birthmark, scars, tattoos? So far we have: a medium built, white man with a beard, you've never seen him before, he wore a black leather jacket and jeans. Correct?" Addison simply stared at her hands. The bed was elevated to the sitting position. Benson let the redheaded woman take her time.
"Yes," Addison replied a few seconds later.
"Ok good, so-"
"He asked me for the time," Addison interrupted, "it was late and whenever I travel in Spanish Harlem late at night, I ignore any men that approach me. I kept on walking…He asked again, and I made an effort to walk faster…then he called me by my name. He said… 'Dr. Shepherd, don't be a cold bitch….'" Addison was lost in her memory. She was staring at her hands, which quivered slightly. "I finally turned around, slightly alarmed and hoping that the guy was just playing a joke, but I didn't even recognize him, he wasn't from the neighborhood…. Once I turned around he lunged forward. I was caught off guard. He pushed me against the wall, I kicked him in the spot, and he-he fell back a little. Then he came at me and …and punched me…" Addison, still looking down, lifted one of her hands and gently traced it down the side of her now bruised face. "I…I fell and then I kicked up, and then-"
"Addison," Benson stepped in carefully, "this took place under the
The Metro-North crossing, right? 102nd and Lexington?" Addison nodded slightly, her eyes still focused on what looked like her hands. Benson and Stabler knew she was somewhere else, lost in some horrific memory. "Then what happened?" Benson asked softly. Addison narrowed her eyes, inhaled and exhaled.
"He fell back again, and then I tried to get up…I dropped my purse and my clothes were smeared black from the puddles…and then I felt him grab me from behind…He turned me around and slammed me against the wall…" Addison couldn't help but feel tears begin well in her eyes. "It hurt so much…I knew my head was bleeding…and I fell to the ground…and I tried to kick up again…and I scratched at him, but he held my arms down and then he started to pull at my clothes…my head hurt so much…and he was trying to…trying to touch me…and-"
"Addison," Benson tried to interrupt the injured woman, she didn't want the woman to relive the entire ordeal. "Addison, I think that's enough for-"
"And then I spit in his face," Addison continued, anger building within her, and clearly oblivious to what Benson said. "He laughed then…he fucking laughed…and then he stopped touching and he put his face right in front of mine and he…and he licked my cheek." Addison was now allowing the tears to fall freely, and couldn't help but feel dirty.
"Addison, I think that's fine-"
"He said, 'Oh what a feisty one we have here…the perfect twenty-first century woman…and then I don't know, I must have passed out." Addison suddenly snapped out of her reverie, tears still flowing down her swollen face. Benson looked at the woman on the bed, and knew the Addison had been through hell.
"The perfect twenty-first century woman?" Stabler finally spoke. He narrowed his eyes in concentration and quickly jotted down something in his pad. Benson simply looked at Addison, sympathy in her eyes, and placed her hand over Addison's.
"It's going to be ok. You fought him, and you were lucky those neighborhood boys heard you kicking that guys' butt," Benson smirked, and Addison gave a weak smile. The neighborhood teenagers knew Addison for a long time, a couple of them had Addison treat their mothers, sisters, deliver their siblings and nephews and nieces. They loved her and always chatted with her whenever she strolled by the housing projects. Of course when she was with Derek, Derek would seldom allow her to wander off into Spanish Harlem by herself. He actually hated that Addie would wander into all parts of the city and ride the subway; he always preferred hailing a cab and calling it a day. Then again, he wasn't originally from NYC like Addie was. "Luckily those boys scared the perp off," Benson continued. "I hope this wasn't too-"
Benson was interrupted by a loud crash and yelling coming from outside the room. Stabler quickly got to his feat and ran to the door. Addison wasn't sure what was going on, but as Stabler open the door, she caught a glimpse of a very angry Derek strangling a flower-and-teddy-bear wielding Mark. Weiss was trying to separate the two. Stabler started yelling, "Hey hey hey! What the hell is going on here?" Benson followed trying to help Weiss separate the two men. Addison just stared in shock as the door to her room slowly closed shut; the commotion from outside was still audible.
"Oh my God," was all Addison managed to say.
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OK, so what do you think? Sorry again for the long wait. Should I post this on TI, if I do, should I/could I post the entire fic thus far in its entirety in one post? Is the cursing too much for TI? Please R/R! Tell me what you think, comments, suggestions, anything. Thanks again for the reviews.
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The Vajayjay Queen Rules!
Go Team Addie! Woot Woot!
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