Author's Note: I do not own Bleach or its characters. This is AU.
No Money
Jyuushiro flicked on one of the lamps in the living room and led Retsu over to the couch. There was silence for a few minutes as the both settled on the couch, and then Retsu began to speak.
"I didn't even notice it at first. I've always gotten more than my fair share of notes from patients. But this one particular note writer just kept sending then. It wasn't that odd that there wasn't a signature, and at first, they were all pretty benign. And then I wasn't getting them once or twice a month, but every week, and then everyday. They started becoming more personal too. That was when I first spoke to security."
Retsu paused to take a sip of her tea. "It was right after that when the notes started coming to my home too. It was only a week later that there started to be photos with the notes. Hospital security couldn't seem to catch who was sending the notes or even stop the notes from showing up in my mail. So they called the police. And that was when the notes started getting darker and more possessive. The police watched what was going for a week before deciding that I needed to move out temporarily. They didn't exactly tell me what they have planned."
He knew her well enough to read the fear underlying her words and her anger about being forced into this position. Jyuu reached over and laid a hand on top of hers. Retsu smiled at him.
"Anyway, that's where things stand now. I haven't heard much from the police since I moved out. They don't seem to think that I'm in danger at work, so that at least is some what comforting. Honestly, I just want it all over with at that point."
She yawned, and Jyuu smiled.
"You should probably turn in. Those late shifts always wear you out."
"You're right." Retsu rose to her feet, but she paused in the doorway. "Thank you, Jyuushiro."
