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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 20.
Claudette was barely suppressing the waves of panic, which were rising up within herself. Time was running out they knew that Simon intended to kill Dutch on day seven. The tape from the fifth day of Dutch�s ordeal had at least finally given them the clue that had narrowed down the search parameters. It had come at the end of the tape, a tape that had confirmed Claudette�s fear that Dutch was beginning to give up. The damage caused to his delicate psyche and self-esteem with the news that Simon had been sending her tapes of his ordeal seemed to be irreparable. There had been a complete lack of reaction from Dutch as Simon had washed him and kissed him, an act that was even more intimate than the rapes because it usually signified a depth of love and tenderness instead of the need for power and control which the rapes represented. Then when Simon had tied him unresisting to the bed and raped him again Dutch�s face had been strangely blank, totally devoid of any emotion; it was as if he wasn�t there any more. Then that clue, a picture of the Canadian flag. As they scanned the maps it had all fallen into place. The theory, which offered the area of the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory as the area where Simon had Dutch imprisoned, was confirmed. The Canadian flag had to be referring to the area around the Pasadena-LA Canada Flintridge City boundaries. The name of the Devil�s Gate Reservoir had leapt out at them with the realization that the three-headed dog Cerberus had guarded the entrance to Hades, or the Devil�s Gate. Even the obscure glass of half-melted ice cubes that had been foxing everyone who�d tried to explain it became clear when Agent Ryde spotted the name Coldwater Canyon. After all what was ice water if not cold water? Still this was a large rural area, some of it heavily wooded, and it was still like looking for a needle in a haystack. The only clue they�d had left then was the lightening, and no amount of desperate map reading had yielded any answers.
It was nearly dawn on day seven, the final day; the sky had streaks of pink and orange stretching out from the eastern horizon. Claudette was standing in the car park she had had to get out of the building, escape the air of hopelessness that pervaded the atmosphere of The Barn. Also she had had to escape all the pitying stares which were being increasingly shot in her direction. She hated that pity and the thought that those people had already given up on Dutch, they had written him off as a lost cause. Well she�d be damned if she would give up on him even if, as she feared, he had given up on himself.
The tape that she had watched with the others only a few hours ago had confirmed this assessment of his mental wellbeing for her. Another brutal rape had followed Simon�s mind games. As he had told Dutch that they wouldn�t want him back because he would disgust them, he would pollute them Claudette had felt sick to her stomach. The tears that had welled in her eyes had spilled down her cheeks when she heard Dutch�s broken, desolate voice agreeing with him. She had bowed her head as she had listened to Simon�s warped reasoning, his excuses for what he�d done and why. She had looked up sharply when she heard Simon telling Dutch that it was his fault he�d chosen him. Claudette had angrily swiped away the tears from earlier when she realised Simon was twisting Dutch�s thinking, making him believe it was all his fault, that he�d given off some kind of signals which had attracted Simon to him. The frightening thing was that Dutch seemed to completely accept this version of events. Claudette was worried that if Dutch felt this was somehow his destiny then he wouldn�t fight anymore, he wouldn�t fight to survive. When he had meekly walked to the bed then and lain unresponsive but completely submissive while Simon had raped him again, all the while cooing at Dutch in a sick parody of lovemaking, Claudette felt her assessment of Dutch had been confirmed. She shuddered as a cool breeze blew over her and she wearily leaned back against the wall behind her closing her eyes for a moment. She felt a little foolish but she reached out with her mind and tried to will her thoughts to Dutch where ever he was. She wanted him to know that they hadn�t given up on him, not for one moment. She wanted him to know that they wanted him back and that they were close, so close that he just had to hang on for a little while longer. Most of all she wanted him to know that she hadn�t given up on him and no matter what that she never would.
Claudette was jolted out of her thoughts when Vic burst out of the door with a huge grin on his face,
"We�ve got the bastard Claudette, we know where he is!"
Claudette thought her heart was going to burst out of her chest, her head spun for a moment. At last the words she�d waited all week to hear. Unable to contain her excitement she rushed forward towards Vic,
"Where�how�are you sure?" The questions spilling out of her mouth one after the other.
Vic held the door open for her as she brushed past him waiting impatiently for his reply. He walked with her back towards the squad room, talking rapidly as they went,
"The goddamn feds finally came through. Those guys they�ve got going through Collins� dodgey finances found something. The sick fucker had an account set up in the name Geoffrey Massara."
"The boy he helped murder back in �86?" Claudette asked.
"Yep. Anyway that flags up for the feds so they dig a little deeper, seems money from this account was paid out to a property-letting agent in Pasadena. So they contact this guy and he says that sure Mr. Massara was letting a place for a few months. Says he�s a rich businessman from New York wanting some downtime to get back to nature. This guy sees this Mr. Massara taking a load of electrical equipment into this place, computers and stuff and just supposes its so he can keep in contact with his business back east. Anyway they show him a photo of Collins and he says yes that Mr. Massara. Shit we�ve fucking got him." Vic could barely contain his delight.
As they passed into the squad room it seemed to Claudette to be a different building to the one she had slunk out of an hoarliarlier. Suddenly the air was full of optimism, a bustle of purposeful activity as people hurried to organize the long awaited and prayed for rescue of their colleague and friend.
Unable to keep the grin from her own face Claudette reached out and grabbed hold of Vic�s arm stopping him for a second,
"But where, where is he?"
"At an old timber mill about five miles from the Devil�s Gate Reservoir. Remember the lightening and that picture of a kite from yesterday�s tape? Well it�s the Franklin Mill, as in Benjamin Franklin. This bastard thinks he�s so fucking clever�well he�s in for a Farmington surprise visit!" Vic crowed.
Claudette rushed after him into the melee of frantic activity that surrounded them. Now they had to ensure that they were in the thick of things. If the FBI thought they were going to be running the show they were in for a surprise. Claudette was determined to be at the forefront of the rescue, beside her she was sure that Vic was equally determined that the Strike Team were going to amongst the first through the door too. As she headed towards Agents Young and Alvarez she sent a silent plea out to Dutch,
"Just hold on a little longer son�just hold on and fight I�m coming."
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