Waiting
He parked his vehicle and climbed out from behind the wheel turning towards his destination. It had taken some doing, but he'd finally broken down Winnie's defenses and she'd given him Donna's home address from her personel file. It was hard to believe only hours earlier he and the guys had been in the locker room discussing if, how, and when they should initiate her into their fold. Now… now he was just so tired and wanted to go home, he also continued his inter turmoil over whether to leave Donna alone or search her out and offer her a sounding board? Anyone of his teammate could probably use one today. It had been one of those kinds of calls. Adreneline had been pumping and quick thinking needed as every plan they formulated seemed to go up in smoke, but he knew what it was like to be the new man or in this case woman on the team. It was hard when no one knew you or how you preferrred to handle a rough day in the field.
He was just about to knock on the door on the right hand side of the duplex when he heard what sounded like a woman crying. His hand stopped in mid air as he silently stood listening. He knew it was Donna and figured he should just leave. Perhaps he could stop by in the morning and offer his ear then. His feet however wouldn't move. He slowly lowered his hand, turned his body around and made his way to the stairs he'd only moments before climbed to the top of the porch on. He sat down on the top step and lowerd his head into his hands and listened to his newest teammate sobbing. It was painful, he knew he should leave, give her some privacy, but he couldn't. Instead he closed his eyes and listened, realizing he could also hear falling water. She must be in the shower he thought to himself. Probably trying to clean away the ugliness of the day. It was a natural instinct he supposed.
He had no idea how long he sat there listening to the sobbing when he finally heard a blood curtling scream. His cop instints had him alert and on his feet in less than a second, before realizing the screech had come from within the small window above the porch's dormer. He closed his eyes as the wailing continued, feeling the pain being released from his teammates soul. He'd never heard anything like it, he could feel it resonating in his own chest and it hurt. He leaned against the door he'd been about to knock on minutes before and slowly lowered himself into a sitting position. He should go, but he knew he was going to wait her out. She probably wanted to be alone, but he couldn't do it. No one in that kind of agony should have to bare it by themselves. He'd give her time, let her get the majority of it out of her system no matter how long it took.
His eyes flew open when he heard a sound come from above. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with his ears but soon realized the noise had been a window being shut and locked. As he took in the silence he realized the screaming and sobbing had stopped some time before hand. She must be out of the shower he thought to himself. He continued to sit with his back against the door contemplating his next move. He should probably give her time to get dressed he decided, having deduced Donna had been in the shower. Waiting a respectable amount of time he finally stood and faced the door. Taking a deep breath he raised his hand and allowed it to strike this time. He took in another deep breath as he stood waiting, wondering what he'd say once she opened the door.