chapter two
"hey don did you see brooklyn walk by when you came in?" george asked me.
"no i didnt see her... why do you ask im sure shes fine just went to get some air and learn the city a bit" i told him. i just hoped that fin would be ok with that.
"no. i dont think she did. she took her laptop with her and its raining out. she is here somewhere" he said glancing out the door and to the busy squad room where liv and fin had just walked in.
"hey george wheres brooklyn?" fin asked george.
"um... i dont know where she went i was talking to don and when i turned around she was gone"
"what?" he freaked and then went to look for her until olivia stopped him.
Brooklyn was missing and i still hadnt gotten the chance to ask how her home life was going. i knew something was up when she wasnt acting like the bubbly girl that i knew before this; and i knew that her step-father was no good. i really needed to talk to her and see if george could as well, but maybe not today she must be so over whelmed with everything. "fin she is probably just hiding out in a quiet room to get over the shock of being in a new city and not back home where she is used to"
"she lives in boston not that different livia" i said before turning around and looking straight at george "can i talk to you in private?"
"of course don do you mind if we talk in here for a minute?" george asked and both him and liv cleared out.
fin knew that i had figured out that something was up with brooklyn, but i hoped that he hadnt made her upset or anything. "you know something is up with her." he said as a statement and not a question.
"well its quite obvious that something is up with her and its not a little thing. i dont quite know yet, but i beleive that it might be a guy. she ran to the bathroom when we went to hav lunch then came back. she said she was neasous but that she felt better"
"great boy trouble i wouldnt mind, but i did some searching on her step-dad he has a prior of sexual assault and i want to know if he has hurt her and if she needs help"
"she definately needs help just not until she talks to you will she get the help and if he is hurting her. you cant send her back. though i beleive that the writing she does is based on truth loosly but based on it."
"how do you know that?"
"she writes all the time first of all and she let me read her most recent story; which is about a girl who doesnt fit in except with her one friend that pities her and her father had killed himself just a few months before and the step dad is a total drunken asshole. what does that sound like?"
"her father committed suicide six months ago and she only has one friend" fin said confirming my theory.
"she is hiding behind a fictional character that she has created and channelling her pain though her stories instead if dealing with it herself" i said then continued with "if it goes on to much the stories may no longer help her and she will turn to self harm and other types of coping mechanisms"
"shit!" he swore before punching the file cabinet next to him.
"fin relax. get her to talk to you or confront her. then once she tells you get it on record and she can stay with you. i will also try and talk to her maybe i could help her." i said.
"lets go find her then" he said openning the door and walking out the first place he went was the cribs. i looked at the others and they all looked curious as to what was up.
"find brooklyn" i said before turning to the stairs and going to check outside.
when george said to find brooklyn i immediatley went to check the old interigation rooms that we no longer used that i used to hide in with elliot when we worked on a case and didnt want to go home even when we were ordered. i started with the one furthest from the squad room and didnt find her though i did find one of elliots old sweaters. the next one i had luck though because she was in the room writing in her laptop. "hey there" i said and i swear she jumped a mile. "everyones looking for you. why are you here?" i asked.
"its quiet and im trying to write" she told me matter of factly.
"well you know you could go write at my partners old desk, so you dont scare us all into thinking that you ran off" i sat next to her and noticed that she glanced at me warily.
"i wouldnt run away i left the rest of my stuff in the office. it has my flashdrives and charger and i need them they have more of my stories on them and i need to keep this charged as well" she stated typing more.
"well maybe you could come sit in the squadroom and we can all get to know each other better?"
"why would i want that? anybody who gets to know me doesnt like me"
"and whys that?"
"because im the fucked up family girl"
"how that?"
"my father committed suicide six months ago and my mother doesnt remember that i exist she more intersted in my autistic brother. my step dads a drunk that needs to go to hell for what he does"
"whats that?"
"nothing that you need to know"
"i can help you"
"how do i know that?"
"well i have helped alot of children, teens, and adults through crimes of the sexual nature. through pregnancies and my mother was an abusive drunk. does that help you?"
"i guess" she said looking at me and i saw the sorrow in her eyes.
"plus im the product of rape and i knew my father. he used to come by my house when my mother was out with one of her drinking buddies and have his way with me."
"thats aweful" she said.
"it was but i use what i went through to help others around me"
"can you help me?"
"i can try my hardest and everyone else here will help you as well"
"ok but i cant tell you it out loud, but i have a story that i wrote thats an autobiography of sorts" she said pulling up the file "here" she said handing it to me.