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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 22.
Claudette felt as though every sense in her body was on overload. The adrenaline in her system had built up to such levels in the, seemingly, interminable wait for the signal to go that her hand had trembled as she�d checked her gun for the third time in as many minutes. The drive out to the Franklin Mill had taken forty-five minutes, and then they�d to to wait at the mill�s padlocked gates until the bolt cutters had been brought forward and until the different agencies involved had established an operational hierarchy. The FBI was in overall control with a SWAT team in attendance. Agent�s Young and Alvarez had been reluctant to allow any of Dutch�s colleague�s from Farmington to be involved in his rescue. They�d spouted on about a conflict of interests and personal involvement not being advisable in a situation like this; emotions could become over-heated and get in the way. Claudette had been incandescent with anger at their attitude, and Aceveda had had to order her out of his office to calm down while he�d somehow sweet-talked them into allowing at least her, Vic and himself to accompany them. He�d used some bullshit about inter-agency cooperation to swing it, but Claudette didn�t care how he�d done it just that she was here.
"You ok?" Vic asked as he leaned in close to her, dropping his voice so no one else could hear.
"Yeah�yeah fine I just wish we could get on with this. Christ don�t they know Dutch is on borrowed time here!" Claudette replied the frustration plain in her voice.
Before Vic could reply a member of the SWAT team stepped forward and sliced through the chain securing the iron gates to the mill. As one the contingent of feds and police moved forward as quickly as they could.
They entered the main doors of the mill and moved forward down the long corridor before them carefully checking the rooms that were situated on either side of the passageway. Each room was disappointingly empty until they�d made their way a third of the way along. Then they pushed the door open to find themselves confronted with the room they�d seen on the six tapes that Simon had sent them. It was all there, the table, the bed complete with blood stains, but Claudette�s heart sank as there was no sign of Dutch the fear that they were too late growing within her. As they turned away from the doorway they heard it, a sound of splashing water from up ahead. At the end of the corridor there was a wooden door standing partial ajar and it was from here that the noise could be heard. It sounded like water was being splashed onto a wooden floor and then suddenly the noise stopped, at that moment Claudette knew something bad had happened and that they needed to get to that room as quickly as possible. She glanced at Vic and saw the same realization on his face, and they weren�t alone, as one the law enforcement agents in the corridor began to silently approach the now quiet room.
As the door was pushed open there was no mistaking the figure standing with his back to them staring down into an old-fashioned cast-iron bathtub. It was Agent Young�s voice that rang out, disturbing the hush that blanketed the room,
"Freeze! Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly!"
Claudette was frozen for a moment as Simon turned towards them, his hands on his head and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. To finally be face to face with the animal who had come to symbolize complete evil for her was a shock. However, as she took in his appearance, his wet clothes, his face flushed with pleasure, and then as she looked at the water which was pooled on the floor around the tub an awful realization came to her. She looked into Simon�s face and his smile widened as he said,
"Your too late Claudette. He�s mine now."
It was Vic, who moved forward first,
"What the fuck�."
He fell silent as he reached Simon and could see into the tub,
"You bastard�didn�t you do enough to him!" Vic exploded.
He grabbed Simon by the throat propelling him backwards into the wall, seemingly intent in choking the life out of him. The FBI agents exploded into action at the prospect of having their suspect snuffed out in front of them, and they moved forward to pull Vic off Simon who was rapidly turning an unhealthy shade of puce.
Claudette ignored all of that and walked to the tub, her whole existence narrowing down to that point, blotting out the noise and commotion going on around her. She looked down and felt a moment�s light-headedness as she found herself staring down into Dutch�s still open eyes as they gazed up at her through the cold water. For a second she felt herself consumed with failure, Simon was right she�d been too late if only they�d got there ten minutes earlier it could have been different. Then she felt angry with herself, what the hell was she doing standing here giving up! She�d held onto hope for the past week and she wasn�t going to let that hope go now. Quickly holstering her gun she reached down into the water and grabbing Dutch by the shoulders she began to heave him out from underneath the freezing liquid. His waterlogged body was far too heavy for her and she turned and called out,
"Help me get him out!"
There was a moments pause before Vic and Aceveda both pulled themselves away from the group around a now handcuffed and recovering Simon to join her in hauling Dutch outthe the tub. As they laid him on the floor they saw that his hands were cuffed behind his back,
"Bastard," Vic muttered glancing a look of pure poison in Simon�s direction, "I should have snapped his fucking neck when I had the chance."
"Forget him!" Claudette told him. "Turn Dutch on his side and pass me your keys so I can get these off him."
As they turned him onto his side clear water ran out his nose and mouth in a steady stream. Aceveda put two fingers to Dutch�s throat, pressing down trying to find a pulse he knew wasn�t going to be present. His mouth tightened into a thin line as he pulled his hand away and reached up closing Dutch�s eyes. As Claudette and Vic pushed Dutch over onto his back he reached out and grasped Claudette�s arm,
"I�m sorry Claudette�"
She didn�t let him finish,
"No!" She angrily countered. "We have to try, we can�t give up on him now!"
With that she reached out and tilted Dutch�s head back opening his mouth and pinching his nose shut. Then as she�d been trained to do during those first aid courses she�d had all those years ago at the police academy she blew two quick rescue breaths into Dutch�s mouth. Pausing only to place her fingers against his neck to check for herself for a pulse she began the rhythm of fifteen compressions to two breaths.
From across the room Simon looked on and laughed calling out,
"I told you you�re too late Claudette. He belongs to me now forever, I own his soul just like the others"
Pausing for a second Claudette glared up at him her voice full of steel determination,
"Oh no you�re not having him, I won�t let you."
Then she turned her back on him and continued with the CPR.
"Christ get him out of here and get the paramedics in here." Aceveda told the FBI agents who pulled Simon from the room while his laughter echoed behind him.
Claudette, sweat gathering on her forehead, looked at Vic, as she was about to bend forward and breathe for Dutch again,
"Help me, help Dutch."
He nodded and when she�d finished with the breaths he took over the chest compressions. Soon they had a smooth rhythm established, but so far with no result. As Vic counted his compressions,
"�eight�nine�ten�"
Claudette leaned down to Dutch�s ear,
"Come on Dutch breathe�don�t let that sick bastard win�come back, I know you can do it."
It took another four breaths and thirty chest compressions before Dutch obliged her. Claudette felt a tremble go through Dutch�s body and glancing sharply at Vic she knew he felt it to. She leaned forward and blew into his mouth, paused and then did it again. As her mouth left his Dutch suddenly convulsed and choked. Claudette felt her heart soar as she and Vic rolled him over onto his side and he vomited up copious amounts of water. When they laid him onto his back again he was definitely breathing, all be it shallowly but he was breathing, a trembling finger pressed into his throat also found a sluggish heartbeat.
A commotion at the doorway signaled the arrival of the paramedics who had been on stand by out at the old mill�s main gates. Immediately taking over the first paramedic who�s name badge read Alba looked up at Claudette from where he knelt next to Dutch,
"There�s a history here of deliberate injury and sexual assault, is that right?" He asked.
"Yes, and he�d been in the water when we arrived. He wasn�t breathing and we couldn�t find a pulse so we carried out CPR and got him back." She told him.
Nodding he asked,
"Do you know how long he was down�how long was he not breathing?"
"I�m not sure�five�ten minutes maybe." Claudette told him.
"Ok what�s his name?"
"Dutch," at the paramedics slightly skeptical lift of an eyebrow she clarified by telling him, "Everyone calls him Dutch."
He turned his attention back to Dutch, leaning over him he spoke loudly,
"Dutch, Dutch can you hear me�can you open your eyes? Dutch we�re here to help you but we need you to try and open your eyes for us!"
As he spoke to Dutch the second paramedic had cut away his tie and pulled open his shirt and was using a stethoscope to listen to his chest. Alba reached down and lifted Dutch�s left hand wincing slightly at the damage he saw there, but it didn�t prevent him from squeezing one of Dutch�s fingertips. Dutch�s hand moved at the paiat tat this caused,
"That was good Dutch now can you open your eyes?"
As he spoke he reached up and pushed Dutch�s shirt off his left shoulder and pinched his shoulder muscle. This time Dutch moved his arm in a reaction to the pain. Alba looked across at his partner,
"Ok GCS score is 6, E1, V1, M4."
Nodding the other paramedic, whose name was Dageraad, shared his findings with his partner,
"He�s bradycardic at 44 beats per minute, signs of cyanosis around his mouth and definite hypoxia with sats at 82%."
"We need to establish an airway and work on that sat level before we move him. Get out the kit and pass me over a blanket."
Alba folded up the blanket and put it under Dutch�s head, and then tilted his head back just like Claudette had before she�d began CPR. Then he moved around so that he was kneeling at the top of his head. Glancing over at Dageraad to make sure he was ready he said,
"Pass me the laryngoscope and get a size 9 tube re&quo"
Dageraad handed over a silver coloured metal device that had a cylindrical handle and a curved head with a light on the end. Holding it in his left hand Alba eased it into Dutch�s open mouth hunching forward over him so that he could look down along the device,
"Ok I can see the cords," He said as he held out his right hand for the tube which Dageraad had ready for him.
Alba began to gently insert the tube into Dutch�s throat only to pause and say,
"I need a little cricoid pressure."
With a nod Dageraad leaned forward and placed two fingers on Dutch�s Adam�s Apple pressing down gently. Alba carried on inserting the tube until,
"I�m done." He said.
He removed the laryngoscope and pulled a copper coloured wire stylet out from the tube, and depressed the plunger on a syringe which was attached to the outside of the tube.
"he ahe ambu bag ready?" He asked.
"Yep, here." Dageraad replied handing over a pale green slightly elongated sphere which was attached to a facemask.
Alba placed the facemask over Dutch�s nose and mouth and began to squeeze the bag every five seconds while his partner used his stethoscope to listen to Dutch�s chest in sal pal places. Finally satisfied he sat back on his heels,
"I�ve got good breath sounds on both sides."
"Good, tape the tube into place and we�ll move."
Dageraad used adhesive tape to fix the tube into place on the right side of Dutch�s mouth before Alba put the facemask back over his nose and mouth and began to squeeze again. He looked up at Claudette�s anxious face and asked her,
"Can we borrow you for a moment detective?"
"Of course what do you need." She answered.
"We could do with an extra pair of hands while we move Dutch out to the ambulance. I need you to keep squeezing this bag for me. It�s easy just count�one�two�three�four�five and squeeze, and then repea?&qu?"
Taking a steadying breath Claudette nodded and took hold of the bag with one hand, the other holding the facemask in place. Her whole being became concentrated on counting to five and squeezing air into Dutch�s lungs.
The two paramedics soon had Dutch strapped onto a backboard and with Claudette walking along beside them counting and squeezing, and Vic and Aceveda bringing up the rear carrying their equipment bags for them, they were soon loading Dutch into their ambulance. Once inside Alba gently laid his hand over Claudette�s to stop her squeezing the ambu bag,
"It�s alright from here detective," He smiled reassuringly at her.
Letting go of the bag and moving back she watched as the paramedic connected the endotracheal tube to the ambulance�s oxygen supply. Behind her she could hear the bags of equipment being quickly stored away and knowing the ambulance was about to leave she realised she didn�t want Dutch to have to go on his own,
"Is it ok if I ride along, only he�s my partner and I�d like to be with him?" Claudette asked.
Looking undecided for a moment Alba finally nodded and said,
"Just sit down and keep out of the way alright."
"Of course�thank you."
The doors slammed shut and the ambulance began the journey to the hospital accompanied by the wail of its siren. Claudette watched as Dutch was wrapped up in shiny, silver survival blankets and the paramedic concentrated on closely monitoring his patient�s condition. She found herself staring at his pale face, half hidden by the mask feeding him oxygen, and she realised that although they�d captured Simon and gotten Dutch back that the war was far from over. This battle had been won but over the next hours and days another battle would be fought, this time just to keep Dutch�s body alive as it looked as if he was hovering somewhere in between life and death at the moment. Then Claudette knew that the hardest battle of all would have to be joined, that would be the battle for Dutch�s mind, for his soul. After all he�d suffered Claudette knew that he�d never be the same again, but she also knew she would be there to help him regain as much of himself as he could.
THE END.
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