Okay, it's only been a little over 2 weeks this time…but I won't jinx it by saying it's on time.

RECAP: No new leads on Angela's attacker, Danny teased Jamie about him spending too much time with her, Angela got another voicemail from her attacker, her ex, and she had a flashback. In the flashback, we learned that he is a cop and his name is "Dave" Thomas. At the end of Chapter 5, Dave choked Angela until she passed out (in the flashback).

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

I don't own Blue Bloods and all mistakes are my own (especially about police procedure). (By the way- this chapter will start with where we left off in the flashback- and the whole chapter will be a flashback).

Chapter 6

FLASHBACK*FLASHBACK*FLASHBACK*FLASHBACK

She managed to get out a "Please God" just before her world went black.

The first thing Angela heard when she woke up was someone knocking on the front door.

"Police, open the door please."

Dave growled and kicked her. "Get up!" he said as loud as he dared. "Go to the bedroom and go with whatever story I give them."

When she didn't move fast enough he kicked her again, making her hiss in pain.

She got up, grabbing the wall for balance and made her way slowly into the bedroom.

Angela hurt all over, so she lay down on the bed and tried to stay conscious.

She could hear the officers in the living room.

"Sir, we had a few reports of screaming coming from this apartment. Do you mind if we take a look around?" one man asked.

"Let me stop you right there." Angela almost didn't recognize Dave's voice because she had never heard him sound worried or sympathetic at all. "…because I know what you'll find. My girlfriend was attacked tonight…"

Okay, this is it; this is the cover story. He's going to claim I was attacked and expect me to say that I didn't see who did it. Okay, play along, play along… -Angela thought.

"…she came home tonight, beat up and hysterical. That was probably the screaming that the neighbors heard."

"Well, do you mind if we speak to her?" the other officer asked.

"Sure, but I don't know how much you'll get out of her. She wasn't making much sense when she came home. To tell you the truth, I was about to take her to the hospital myself."

Yeah, I just bet you were- Angela thought.

She could hear their voices coming down the hallway, so she did her best to appear unresponsive and injured as she lay back on the pillows (which wasn't too much of a stretch- she really did need to go to the hospital).

"Angela's in here. She passed out for a bit when she got home so I carried her in here. I don't know if she's awake yet."

He opened the door and two officers stepped in behind him.

Dave gave her a warning look before approaching her. "Angela, you're awake" he said, faking relief.

"Wha-what happened?" she asked, playing along.

"You don't remember?" Dave asked acting concerned.

Angela shook her head, pretending to be confused.

The older Latino- looking man turned to the younger one and told him to call for a bus.

While they were distracted, Dave leaned over Angela.

"You were attacked. You don't know who did it, and you can't remember how you got home. Understand?"

Angela nodded once.

"An ambulance is on its way. We can take your statement at the hospital after you get medical treatment" the younger officer said, stepping up to the end of the bed.

"Thank you" Dave said, playing the part of the worried boyfriend.

The older officer glanced around the room and noticed Dave's shield sitting on the dresser.

"Are you a cop?" he asked.

Dave nodded. "I'm an officer out of the 7th precinct… been on the job for 5 years."

The EMTs arrived within 10 minutes, and Angela was loaded on the stretcher and quickly taken down to the waiting ambulance.

Dave rode with her to the hospital, but the nurses made him wait in the waiting room while Angela was being examined.

As soon as Dave left the room, Angela breathed a sigh of relief, but she knew it wouldn't be long before he forced his way back into the room just to make sure she wasn't telling anyone the truth about what happened.

The doctors examined her and determined that she had two broken ribs, a concussion, a bruised throat, and bruises on her legs and arms.

It was determined that she would stay at the hospital overnight.

When the doctors were done, the officers came into her room. "Hello again" she rasped, her throat sore.

"Hi. We didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves before. This is Officer Reagan, and I'm Sergeant Renzulli" the older officer said, standing next to the bed.

"Angela Fitzgerald," she said, "I know you'll probably need that for the report."

Officer Reagan wrote that down as Renzulli continued talking.

"Miss Fitzgerald, can you tell us what happened to you?"

Angela shook her head. "I-I really don't remember" she said, looking away.

"Just try" Renzulli said softly.

Angela flicked her eyes toward the younger officer and turned away again.

"I don't remember" she whispered. He could be watching. Remember, he might always be watching. Remember what happened last time- she kept repeating to herself.

Renzulli looked over to the younger officer. "Joe" he said, gesturing for him to leave.

The younger officer nodded and Renzulli sat down in the chair by Angela's bed.

"What happened last time?" he asked suddenly.

Angela sucked in a breath and whipped her head to look at him, wincing in pain.

"What?" she asked frantically.

Renzulli looked at her. "It's what you were saying under your breath."

"N-nothing. Nothing happened. I don't know what you're talking about. I was attacked but I didn't see who it was and I don't know how I got home" she said in one breath.

Renzulli nodded in understanding. "Is that what he told you to say?" he asked, not expecting an answer.

"You know," He continued conversationally, "I had a cousin who had an abusive husband. She would swear up and down, just like you are, that he didn't cause the bruises that covered her body. And one day she called me, terrified, and that was the last I heard from her until they found her body three days later. He killed her."

Renzulli leaned forward, knowing their time was precious. Reagan could only hold off the boyfriend for so long.

"He will kill you. Guys like this always do. You have to get out while you can. Move away; don't tell anyone where you're going. Go as far away as you can."

"I can't" she whispered fervently, "I don't have very much money and he'd find me. He's a police officer!"

"I'll help you. Reagan and I will both help you" he said seriously. He jotted down his phone number and slipped it underneath the blanket to where Dave wouldn't see it when he came in.

"Call this number when you're ready. It's my cell. I'll help you get out."

Dave walked in just as Renzulli was standing up. "Well if you think of anything else, or remember any details from the attack, just call" he said, nodding at Dave as he left.

"Did you tell them anything?" he asked after the officers left.

"Not a thing" Angela said, pushing the piece of paper underneath her thigh.

That pacified Dave and, in the next week, when he just happened to be working double shifts, Angela called Renzulli, packed her things, and left, leaving no trace of herself in the apartment.

Both Renzulli and Reagan took her to the bus station, gave her $3,000 dollars in cash, and told her to pick a city, buy a ticket, and use the rest of the money to get settled.

She would forever be grateful to them, because they had saved her life.

When she was packing her things, she found a suicide note that Dave had written in her name. He had been planning to kill her.

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