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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Scorned � Chapter 2.
For the third time in fifteen minutes Claudette glanced across at Dutch�s empty desk. It was now 7:45 a.m. and Dutch was three quarters of an hour late for work. Now if this had been Paul Mackenzie, her last partner, that would have been par for the course. She�d always joked with him that he�d be late for his own funeral, but this was Dutch. Dutch was never late, well except for that first day at The Barn when he�d been two hours late, but that had been due to a misunderstanding. Since that day she�d never known her partner to be even a couple of minutes late for work, in fact he was usually already there when she arrived. Glancing at her phone her fingers itched to pick it up and call his cell phone, just to check he was all right. However, then she thought back to the previous day when she�d tried to find out what was bothering him, and had done a spectacularly bad job of it. Dutch had been closed off, and silent, for the rest of their shift, barely acknowledging her "goodnight" when he�d left. She wasn�t sure how he�d react if she called him now to ask if everything was all right. He�d probably accuse her of prying. Just then, much to her relief, the subject of her concerned thoughts came hurrying through the squad room, and flopped down heavily in his chair.
Turning towards him Claudette found herself frowning as she took in his appearance. To say he looked flustered was an understatement. His usual neat and tidy appearance looking decidedly ruffled. His clothes were rumpled, his hair messy and judging by the dark circles under his eyes he hadn�t gotten a lot of sleep the night before. His face was pale, and now that she looked closely she was pretty sure his face was thinner, making her wonder if he�d been eating properly lately. Unable to stop herself she asked,
"Everything ok?"
He glanced at her, and wiping a hand over his face as he looked away he mumbled,
"Yeah�yeah fine just a little car trouble this morning, that�s all."
Wanting to keep the conversation going, feeling it would be an improvement on yesterday�s tense silences and mono-syllabic answers, Claudette said,
"Oh wouldn�t start or something?"
Not meeting her eye, a sign he wasn�t being entirely forthcoming, he replied,
"Or something."
Raising her eyebrow at his cryptic answer, and beginning to get a little tired of her partner�s evasive attitude, she let some of her annoyance and frustration bled into her voice as she huffed,
"Oh fine Dutch keep it to yourself. I only asked because I was concerned, because I thought we were friends�Hmm seems I might have gotten that one wrong eh?"
With that Claudette got up and strode over to the break room to get herself and Dutch their usual morning cup of coffee. As she did so she winced slightly to herself at the harsh words and tone she�d used. Damn it, it was only because she was worried about him, couldn�t the stubborn fool see that.
Angrily banging the cups together, and banging down the switch on the kettle she was startled when she heard Dutch�s quiet voice coming from the doorway,
"I know you�re only trying to help Claudette, I�m sorry. Yesterday, and just now, I didn�t mean to shut you out. I know I behaved badly it�s just�well I�ve been a bit tense lately."
Turning towards him, her tone of voice softened, she said,
"I�ve noticed son. Look if something�s going on that�s upsetting you perhaps you�d feel better if you shared it. That was all I meant yesterday. I didn�tn ton to sound like I was criticizing you. It�s just�well something�s bothering you and I want to help if I can."
She pushed one of the now full coffee cups towards him. She hoped that, unlike yesterday, when they�d stood in this very room, all be it their positions reversed, that he�d reach out and take the helping hand she was offering him. For a moment things seemed to be perched on a knife�s edge, liable to go either way. Then to her relief Dutch sighed and gazing silently down at the dark, bitter liquid in his cup nodded,
"You�re right something is going on. It�s just�it�s personal and a bit of a mess. I don�t want to be a bother�" His voice petered out.
"You�re my partner and my friend Dutch, you�re not a bother ok." Claudette told him firmly.
As Dutch looked up questioningly at her she motioned for him to follow her. Leading the way they ended up in an empty interview room. While he sat down in a chair Claudette reached up and switched off the surveillance camera to ensure their conversation would remain private, just between the two of them. Sitting down across from Dutch Claudette quietly sipped her coffee, and waited for him to begin. She didn�t have to wait for long,
"I was late in this morning because�uh�well last night I parked my car in my driveway and left it there instead of putting it away in the garage. I mean considering what�s been going on I should have thought�I should have known better."
Here Dutch paused to take a drink of his coffee, and Claudette had to resist the urge to hurry him along. Finally continuing Dutch told her,
"My tyres were slashed�when I went out this morning I found my tyres slashed. I had to arrange for a garage to come and tow it to get fixed, and then I had to wait for a cab�that�s why I was late."
Looking at him Claudette said,
"You know who did it."
It was a statement of fact, not a question.
Nodding Dutch said quietly,
"Yeah�yeah I�ve a pretty good idea."
Not wanting to push him, worried he might become defensive and clam up again, like he had the day before, Claudette waited for him to feel comfortable about continuing. However, the pieces began to fall into place in her mind, and she didn�t like what she was seeing. This incident with his car, his unwillingness to answer his phone, his general stressed, jumpy and unhappy demeanour lately. Someone was obviously harassing him. She looked across at him, his body language communicating his misery loud and clear.
"Son�Dutch�who is it?"
Claudette was surprised at the flush of colour that crept up her partner�s pale face. She was puzzled as he blushed in embarrassment before finally answering,
"Kim�it�s Kim."
"What Kim as in your girlfriend Kim?" Claudette asked, confused.
Mutely Dutch nodded.
"But why�why would she�"
Claudette fell silent as she realised the answer to her own question.
"But I thought you two were getting along fine�I mean you seemed so happy."
"We were�at first. It�s just�well the whole thing with her�I think it was a mistake. It was my fault I should have know better�I did know better but I still�Kim was still upset about her husband I knew that, but I was�I guess I was lonely so I jumped into a relationship with her that neither of us were ready for."
Dutch paused with a sigh, and gazed off into space as he continued,
"It was great at first�for a few months and then�well Kim just needed more than I could give her."
Here he snorted and turned to look at Claudette, a bitter half smile on his face,
"Wow that makes me sound like a selfish bastard doesn�t it�maybe Kim�s right about me after all."
Wanting to reassure him Claudette said,
"Come on Dutch sometimes two people get together and for some reason beyond their control the time just isn�t right for them. It�s no one�s fault, it just is."
He smiled at her gratefully, at least this time the slight curve of his lips seemed genuine,
"I know, but I hurt her�I didn�t mean to. It�s just she started talking about us moving in together, and I was already having second thoughts about the whole thing. She wasn�t over Kyle, her husband, I could see that�She still has all his clothes you know, hanging up in the closet. Even when we were together my jackets had to vie for space with his."
Claudette felt a chill go down her spine at that image, for some reason, she couldn�t put her finger on, it really disturbed her.
"Then of course there�s my fucked up track record in relationships," Dutch continued. "I just found that after Lucy I haven�t got anything left emotionally to give anyone. I thought it had been long enough since the divorce and all�all the other stuff."
Here Dutch paused again and looked at Claudette,
"I never really told you about that�not the whole story. Then again if you�re anything like the rest of The Barn I�m pretty sure Gannon filled you in on all the juicy details, it seems my complete humiliation was his favourite story."
Claudette couldn�t help the flash of sympathy that crossed her face. Dutch saw it and nodded to himself,
"Yep I thought so." He said. "Anyway I couldn�t give her what she wanted, she was�too�too�intense about everything. She always wanted all my attention, all the time. It felt stifling. It felt as if she was�suffocating me. So a month ago I told her I thought it would be best if we didn�t see each other anymore. I told her it wasn�t her, it was my fault, but um�she didn�t take it very well."
"Slashing your tyres I�d say that wasn�t taking it well all right son. Those phone calls you won�t take are they her as well?" Claudette asked.
Miserably Dutch nodded,
"I know I�m being a coward but it�s just that I can�t seem to talk to her�to reason with her. She starts off calm and reasonable but when I disagree with her she gets�um�emotional�and a little�well she can be a little abusive."
Her concern growing at where this was all leading Claudette asked him,
"Have you filed a complaint against her. I mean if she�s stalking you, threatening you�"
Dutch interrupted her,
"No! I mean its ok Claudette I can handle it there�s no need to make things official. She�s just a little upset right now�it�ll all calm down soon enough."
"Didn�t you report the damage to your tyres, that�s criminal damage Dutch. You should have reported it."
Looking sheepish, because he knew she was right, Dutch tried to shrug it off,
"I know, I know Claudette but well�I feel bad about what happened between us I don�t �I don�t want to get her into trouble. Besides I�m only guessing it was Kim. I mean I don�t have any proof or anything. For all I know it could�ve been a random act of vandalism. In fact I�m pretty sure that�s what it was I�m just getting paranoid."
Claudette wasn�t fooled for a moment at Dutch�s attempt to backtrack. She wondered what else might have been going on that Dutch hadn�t told her about,
"Is it just the phone calls and the car son? Has anything else been going on here�something you haven�t told me?"
Claudette could see the near panic in Dutch�s eyes as he decided he�d told her too much already.
"No, no that�s all and like I said the car could have been anyone so�Look I feel better for sharing here Claudette, but you know we�ve got work to do."
Dutch stood up and moved towards the door. The sound of Claudette�s voice stopped him,
"I think you should file a report Dutch, I really do."
Turning back to her he shook his head emphatically as he said,
"That�s not a good idea Claudette. I don�t think it�s necessary and besides�how long would it be before it got out. How long before that juicy detail became public knowledge�I don�t need to give Mackey and his cronies anymore ammunition thanks."
With that he opened the door and practically fled the room. Claudette watched him go and thoughtfully chewed her lower lip for a moment. If Dutch thought she was going to leave it there he was sorely mistaken.
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