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Trespass	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass � Chapter 11.
Vic slowly and carefully knelt down next to Dutch, he began to reach forward towards him but stopped, Dutch looked fragile as if one touch and he might shatter. Taking a breath Vic blew it out and he reached out slowly, surprised at how much his hand was shaking, as gently as he could he let two fingers rest lightly on Dutch�s neck checking his pulse. At first he felt nothing but after making himself press down harder he was rewarded by a quick, thready beat which fluttered and faltered slightly against his finger tips. Withdrawing his hand Vic hesitated not entirely sure what to do now, on one hand he wanted to roll Dutch over, get a better look at him, but he also knew that it was probably a bad idea to move him, the injuries he could see were bad enough God knows what internal damage there might be. Dutch was covered in bruises and Vic felt anger welling up inside him when he saw that some even carried the marks from the sole of that sadistic piece of shit�s shoe. Dutch�s body was also covered in lacerations and again some of the abrasions were curved in the shape of a shoe where a glancing kick had literally scuffed off a layer of flesh. Vic could see blood in Dutch�s hair which must be from a head wound caused when he�d been kicked in the head, it was sticky and matted together the hair behind Dutch�s right temple. Vic knew he had to get help but he was reluctant to leave Dutch by himself even for a moment. Dutch had had to face enough by himself tonight, enough pain and ugliness and Vic wanted him to know he wasn�t alone anymore. He reached out and took one of Dutch�s hands in his, Vic shivered at the cold he found there, and without thinking he took Dutch�s hand in both of his and tried to rub some heat back into it. Looking around he saw that the phone had been ripped from the wall, the two men must have done that before they�d left because Vic couldn�t remember seeing that damage before. That meant Vic had to get to his mobile and his gun he thought suddenly gripped by the fear that the two men might not of left the house. Vic strained to listen to the unfamiliar noises of the house, trying to detect any movement that might indicate that their attackers were still there. All seemed peaceful and quiet but he had to be sure, he glanced around the room but there was no indication of where Dutch might keep his gun. Vic didn�t even know if it was up here or downstairs somewhere, when they�d first gotten to the house he simply hadn�t paid attention to that. However, there was no mystery to where his gun was, assuming the intruders hadn�t ransacked his room it would be in the dresser drawer right where he�d left it along with his phone. He squeezed Dutch�s hand and leant down towards him,
"I�ll be right back Dutch, I�m just going to get help and then I�ll be back." Vic promised.
Pausing he looked for something to cover Dutch with, he was icy cold, probably in shock Vic knew and he needed to be warm. He glanced at the bed, shuddering at the physical evidence that had been left there by the horrific events of the preceding hours. Not only did he not want to cover Dutch in the blood and semen stained bedding, but the policeman in him couldn�t bring himself to disturb the forensic evidence there that might help to track down those two monsters, and Vic wanted to make sure they were hunted down. He saw a wooden chest at the foot of the bed and went over to it and as he�d guessed he found spare sheets and a couple of blankets inside. Quickly Vic pulled out a blanket and draped it over the motionless figure on the floor,
"I won�t be long." He said, and then as stealthily as he could he moved to the door.
Vic cautiously pulled the door open and peered out onto the landing, the lights were on and he still couldn�t hear anything. Keeping back by the wall and moving as quickly as he could he went to the guestroom and pushed the door open while looking down the stairs to the hallway below. Ducking inside the dark room Vic had no difficulty in finding his weapon and phone. He continued to watch the quiet lower floor of the house while he dialed 911. After a couple of rings a crisp female voice answered,
"911�"
Vic immediately interrupted,
"I�m Detective Vic Mackey Farmington Division, I�ve got an officer down at�" He had to pause for a second his mind panicking trying to remember Dutch�s address.
"Detective did you say an officer down? Please give me a location so I can dispatch units to assist."
"Yeah, yeah�" Vic stumbled then triumphantly he said, "1310 Hoover Street�we�re at 1310 Hoover Street. I�ve got an officer down I need an ambulance and backup, there were two perps both armed and dangerous�be sure to advise the police units that there�s an armed police officer already on scene."
"Understood detective and will do, police and rescue units are on the way to your location. Do you need to stay on the line?"
"No�I�m checking the scene be sure to advise the police units I�m here." Not waiting for her affirmative Vic snapped the phone shut and moved downstairs. A quick check of the ground floor reveled that the two men were long gone, a broken pane of glass in the back door showing how they�d gained entrance to the house. Vic only lingered long enough to open the front door for the police and ambulance personnel, wanting to get back to Dutch, he�d promised him he wouldn�t leave him alone for long. He darted into his room and grabbed his trousers and shoes before he returned to Dutch�s bedroom. Dutch hadn�t moved, but he was still breathing, still hanging on. Vic heard sirens and hoped it was the ambulance, but looking out of the window he saw only a police cruiser pulling to a halt outside the house. A moment later a shout,
"Police officers in the house!"
Vic moved to the landing holding out his badge that had been in his trouser pocket,
"I�m a police officer!" He called out.
The two officers by the front door turned their guns towards him relaxing and lowering them slightly when they saw his badge.
"You called in an officer down?" One of them asked.
"Yeah there were two perps they broke in both armed, they beat him up pretty badly, where�s that ambulance." Vic replied skirting around the events of the night, only telling them what they needed to know.
"It�s on it�s way," As if to underline the officer�s words the wail of a siren could be heard in the distance. "Have you checked the area, could they still be on scene?" The policeman asked, nervously peering down the hallway towards the kitchen door.
"I�ve checked in here and it�s clear, but I�ve not been outside�look I need to get back in here." Vic told them, indicating the bedroom behind him.
"Sure, um are you alright that�s a lot of blood on your shirt?"
"Yeah I�m fine just make sure you send the paramedics straight up." Vic said turning away. He�d been out here long enough and was anxious to get back to check on Dutch.
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