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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night � Chapter 10.
Claudette rubbed her hands over her tired face, she felt as though she hadn�t slept for a month instead of two days. Aceveda had sent her home after they had watched that first tape last night but sleep had been out of the question after what she�d s ins instead she�d freshened up and changed her clothes returning to The Barn after a couple of hours. Aceveda had frowned at her, but had had the good sense not to say anything, after all he�d been in that darkened room and had sat watching those obscene images, he knew what was at stake, that she couldn�t afford the time to sleep not when Dutch was still in the hands of that creature. Now she sat waiting for forensics to clear the second tape for them to watch, God her stomach lurched at the thought of it. Claudette blew out her breath and leaned back in her chair, memories from the first tape coming unbidden into her mind, just as they had since she�d seen it, every now and then some horrible image from it would pop into her head without warning.
Agent Young had warned them that the tape was going to be hard to watch, and of course she�d known what was going to be on it, she wasn�t naïve and the files from the othectimctims had spelled it out in graphic detail. However, sitting and watching it, listening to it, had been one of the hardest things she�d ever done. When it had started the words "Day One" had appeared on the screen, and then it had cut to Dutch hanging unmoving, his arms tied above his head, his ankles tied to metal rings set into the floor, he appeared to be unconscious. Then he�d began to come around slowly stirring, moaning softly he�d lifted his head, which had been resting on his chest, and it became clear he�d been blindfolded. He� d appeared to be groggy, which tied into the forensic report which had identified the contents of the small bottle on Dutch�s bedroom floor as chloroform, and he�d struggled to get his feet under him. As he�d become more aware of his situation Dutch had begun to pull on the ropes which tied him, his breathing becoming more and more frantic. Then a sound off camera someone else was in the room, from his reaction it was obvious that Dutch realised this to. He�d tried to talk to his kidnapper, but the bastard had not said a word. Claudette had been able to see Dutch trying to calm himself, she knew her partner, knew that he�d be trying to think his way out of this situation. Then Collins had walked into shot, walked right up to Dutch and touched him, Dutch had started back as if burnt and Claudette had wanted to grab that bastard and throw him across the room, anything to get him away from her partner. However, Collins hadn�t stopped there, he had let his hand roam all over Dutch�s body while Dutch�s distress had escalated. When he�d slipped his hand down the front of Dutch�s shorts Claudette had felt her stomach roll, but she swallowed her nausea down this had to be done, endured and as bad as this was knewknew it was rapidly beginning to get worse. It had been so difficult listening to the fear in Dutch�s voice as he�d asked that monster to stop. When Collins had produced a knife Claudette had felt the fear for Dutch within her blaze. As he�d cut Dutch�s clothes away Claudette had had to look away, she had to wrestle with the overwhelming feeling that to look would be an invasion of Dutch�s privacy, she knew it was ridiculous but she also knew how mortified Dutch would be at the thought of her seeing him like this. When the screen had gone blank she released the breath she hadn�t even been aware she�d been holding. She wasn�t the only one she could hear Vic and Aceveda both stirring in their seats, assuming like her that that was it. However, to her horror the screen flickered to life again and she�d forced herself to watch the rest.
When Collins had tied Dutch down over the table she�d known this was it. Up until then Claudette had held onto the hope that they would be able to spare Dutch this, that somehow through some miracle, they would find him before Collins had touched him sexually. She�d glanced sideways at Vic when she heard him mutter,
"Oh shit no,"
He sensed the movement and turned towards her his eyes full of regret and sympathy. The sound of Dutch�s sobs drew her attention back to the screen, as she watched Collins touching him, violating him, telling him that he loved him ignoring Dutch�s cries she felt hate like she�d never felt for another human being before. When Dutch had screamed as that sick pervert had raped him Claudette had wished she could be in that room with a gun in her hand and blow that bastard away. As she�d listened to Dutch�s trembling voice whispering over and over again,
"This isn�t happening, this isn�t real�"
Claudette had felt her heart breaking.
The second rape was as horrific as the first, the beating that proceeded it had been brutal Claudette had felt herself flinch in her seat as the sound of each blow from that belt had reverberated as loudly as a gunshot around the room. It had seemed as if Collins was never going to stop the welts covering Dutch�s body from his shoulders to his knees, red and angry some bleeding. When he�d finished the beating it was obvious that inflicting pain on Dutch had just excited the sick bastard, and he�d wasted no time brutalizing him again. Dutch hadn�t moved except in a passive sense when his body had been driven by Collins� thrusts, even the small grunts he made with each lunge seemed to be involuntary, this lack of response worried Claudette. The physical damage being inflicted on her partner was glaringly obvious for anyone to see, what wasn�t so obvious was the psychological damage. As she�d once told Dutch and Aceveda her first few years on the f had had been spent getting statements from rape victims, and she�d seen the devastation these atrocities had on their victims first hand. She couldn�t bear to think of all this being visited on her partner, her friend. When he�d satisfied himself Collins had cut Dutch free from the table and he�d slid unresisting to the floor, before the picture had faded to black they saw him curling up as tightly as he could, and had heard his soft sobbing.
Suddenly a picture of the full moon filled the screen and then another picture of a tool of some kind. These had been the clues that the FBI agents had been talking about, but right then Claudette had just needed to escape that room. It had felt as if the walls were closing in on her and it was hot, stuffy. She quickly rose to her feet,
"Excuse me," She�d managed to mumble before moving towards the door, trying her best not to just push everyone out of her way in her need to escape. Suddenly cooler air hit her face as she passed through the door and made a beeline for the restroom. She�d only just made it to a stall as she gave into the nausea that consumed her.
A familiar voice startled her out of her remembrances,
"How are you holding up?"
Looking up she saw Vic Mackey.
"I�ll survive," she replied with a grimace. She stood up and stretched. She studied Vic for a moment; he looked as tired as she felt. Of course she had known that for a fellow officer Vic would do his best, they were all a family in a way, and while you might not necessarily get on with your family members when any of them needed help you were there. However, what had surprised her was the support he had been offering her in his own quiet way, they had had their differences but she would always appreciate how he had been there for her now.
"So any thoughts about these so called clues," She asked him.
"It�s all a load of bullshit, sitting here playing his warped games. We should be out on the streets tracking this prick down not trying to figure out what the moon has to do with a wood plane for Christ�s sake." Was his frustrated reply.
Claudette could understand his trattration; she shared it wanting to be actively doing something to find Dutch, but they had few leads so far. At least they�d found the house where this pervert had been holed up; a letting agent had recognised Collins� picture, as had several of his neighbours. He�d rented the house five months ago, always paid his rent on time and kept to himself. Forensics were tearing the place apart, hoping to find the elusive clue which could led to a break through, the clue they needed to pin point Dutch�s location. The first tape had served to confirm Collins as Dutch�s abductor his face plainly visible on it. This had surprised Young and Alvarez because he had always worn a mask in the tapes of his other victims. Either he no longer cared to keep his identity a secret or he knew they were on to him.
"Yeah well right now we don�t have a lot of choice do we?" Claudette said.
"I know, I know but its just watching that damn tape and knowing that animal�s still got Dutchboy, it�s just�" Vic�s voice petered out.
"Believe me I understand." Claudette assured him, briefly laying her hand on his arm.
She felt him stiffen as his gaze locked onto something over her shoulder, turning Claudette saw Agent Young approaching with the second tape in his hand.
"Forensics have cleared this one, and the labs are still analysing the contents of the first tape. If you�re ready we can look at this one now."
"Let�s get it over with," Claudette mued, ed, wishing she could be anywhere else right now rather than approaching that damned room.
Alvarez, Aceveda, Wallace and Jim Ryde were already seated, their faces tense. Without further ado Agent Young put the tape into the video and pressed play. The words "Day Two" appeared followed by the room from the first tape. It was brick built and looked old with stone walls and floor. The only furniture were the heavy wooden table they had seen yesterday and a metal framed bed they had caught a glimpse of as the camera perspective had been changed when Dutch had been forced over to the table. Light was streaming in from windows set high in the wall, no discernable view outside visible. Dutch was still curled up on the floor on his side, his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself, no doubt trying to keep warm as it had been cool last night. A figure moved into the shot moving stealthily, trying not to awaken the sleeping man. With a speed, which belied his heavy build, Collins was on top of Dutch pinning him down on the floor before he could move. Claudette felt her insides turn to ice as she recognised what he had in his hand, a syringe. What twisted game was he going to play now, what was in that syringe, Claudette felt her fingers digging into the arms of her chair, tension building within her. Dutch cried out in shock, pain and fear as the contents of the syringe were emptied into his bloodstream. Collins was speaking to him, and they could here the word "morphine" mentioned, which wasn�t good but it could have been a lot worse Claudette knew. Dutch had gone limp as the drug had raced through his veins and Collins had bent down, grunting with effort as he picked an unresisting Dutch up from the cold floor and moved him over to the bed. After securing his arms above his head with rope to the metal bars at the head of the bed, Collins proceeded to wash Dutch his hands lingering over his body, making Claudette�s trigger finger itch. When Collins inserted his finger into Dutch�s rectum the smile on his face made everyone in the room want to retch, they were only glad that at least Dutch seemed to be totally oblivious to it all in a drugged stupor. Watching Collins undress Claudette tried to steel herself for what ever was going to happen next, somehow raping an unconscious man didn�t seem to be the sort of thing that would provide him with enough sick enjoyment. It quickly became evident that she was right when he began to touch Dutch, caress him, manipulating him into responding when he was completely vulnerable, unable to control his responses because of the morphine clouding his mind. When Dutch had tried to break away, when he had tried to ask Collins to stop, he�d simply doubled his efforts bringing Dutch to completion against his will.

The poisonous words Collins spoke calling Dutch a slut, implying he�d somehow been compliant in this outrage had infuriated Claudette, but it was his next action which made tears well up in her eyes. He callously wiped Dutch�s own cum over his face and it was plain that he loved doing it, he rejoiced in his cruelty. Dutch was completely frozen, hardly even breathing his face awash with emotions, guilt, despair, horror, and revulsion. Of course Collins wasn�t finished there, no he moved between Dutch�s legs and proceeded to rape the unresponsive man, while Dutch closed his eyes and silent tears poured down hace.ace.

After he�d finished Collins had injected Dutch again and left him. The next thing to appear on the screen was a glass full of half melted ice cubes, Claudette supposed it to be the next cryptic clue, but at that moment her mind was so full of horror at what she had just witnessed she couldn�t focus on that now.
"Fuck, that sick prick needs to die," Mackey muttered between clenched teeth, his entire body seething with anger.
"I�m sorry I know this is really difficult, but we need to get this tape to the lab for in-depth analysis, and then we need to sit down and try and piece together something from these clues." Alvarez said.
While everyone moved around her Claudette tried to steady herself, she knew that Aceveda was looking at her with concern,
"Waiting for me to crack up," Claudette though bitterly. Then she chided herself that was unfair the Captain was just worried about Dutch too. The FBI ag had had all filed out of the room leaving the three of them alone for the moment. Without looking up Claudette vocalized a major concern they all shared,
"Jesus, when we do get him back, just what state is his mind going to be in?"
"We�ll all be here for him Claudette," Aceveda assured her, "The department has its own team for dealing with psychological trauma you know that. He�ll get the best help there is, I promise."
"First we have to find him, and the sooner the better." Vic said emphatically.
"Well then lets get started with this clue trail, and check in with forensics at that house Collins rented." Claudette said as she moved towards the door determined to move heaven and earth to get Dutch back safe where he belonged.
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