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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 22.
As the door slid shut behind Doctor Austin there was a moment of silence that was broken by the sound of Detective Lehane clearing his throat as he and Gregory put away their notebooks.
"Since we won�t be getting anything from the vict�um from Detective Wagenbach, we�ll be on our way. We want to get things moving so�um�we�ll leave you to it." Lehane stumbled slightly over his words.
Truth be told he was eager to leave. He felt like something of an intruder amongst the Farmington cops, plus this whole case made him distinctly uncomfortable. Detective Mackey�s part in the events of that night complicated things and he could see it all getting horribly fucked up somewhere down the line. Plus while he considered himself a fair-minded guy, male rape just freaked him out. These two were cops for Christ sake surely they should have been able to do something. He glanced at Gregory and saw the same unease on his partner�s face. Then Gregory looked pointedly down at his watch. They had to call in at the crime scene yet to see what forensics had come up with and they would still be four hours late finishing their shift, still the overtime pay would be handy.
"I�ll walk down with you." Aceveda told them. "I need to step outside, I have a couple of calls to make."
"Sure." Lehane said, pausing at the open door of the waiting room.
Turning to Vic and Claudette Aceveda said,
"I won�t be long try and stay civil with each other. I know this is stressful but try to think about what Dutch needs right now and not about yourselves."
With those words of warning he left with Lehane and Gregory, while Vic felt the tension in the room rise a couple of notches. With a sigh he sat down in the nearest chair the entire time feeling Claudette�s gaze on him, he felt like a bug under a microscope. Unable to stand the silent scrutiny that Claudette was subjecting him to he decided to once more try to get her to understand how sorry he was, how much he wished he could change things. Looking up at her he said,
"I don�t know how many times I can say I�m sorry to you Claudette. If I�d of known when that piece of shit dragged me out of bed what they had planned I�d of tried to get to my gun, but I swear I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought it was just a burglary."
Claudette stared at him and then sat down. She looked down at the floor for a moment gathering her thoughts and then raised her eyes to his as she asked,
"Surely there was something you could have done�some way of stopping them?"
Her voice sounded unsure and full of sadness. Vic was shocked, he�d never seen Claudette like this she was always so sure of herself, confident and forthright. He was relieved however that the earlier anger that had been directed at him seemed to have burned itself out. He leaned towards her as he said,
"I was afraid Claudette."
She frowned,
"Afraid?" She asked sounding confused.
"Yeah�I didn�t know how far these two would go. They threatened to kill me, to kill Dutch�if I made the wrong move I was afraid of what they�d do. You might not agree it was right, and hell I�m not sure it was right either, but I decided it was better for Dutch to live through what they were doing and deal with the fallout afterwards. That�s why I�um�I did what I did. You can�t think I wanted to do that to him surely Claudette. Christ, I know you don�t have a high opinion of my methods sometimes but Jesus."
Claudette bit her lip and looked uncertain for a moment before sighing and shaking her head as she said,
"No�no I don�t think you wanted to�I know�I realise that you thought you had no choice but it�s just�it�s hard. God what�s this going to do to him? I told Dutch and Aceveda once that for my first few years on the force I spent most of my time taking witness statements from rape victims at the hospital, I�ve seen this too many times. I�ve seen what it does to people, it�s like a poison that gets in under their skin and changes them, in some cases it destroys them. After having spent so much time seeing what happens to people after this I was always worried it would happen to someone I cared about. I was worried about my daughters, when they were living at home they used to think I was paranoid, obsessed. Nagging them about safety, about being aware, careful�I never thought it could be�"
She stopped her voice breaking and Vic looked away as she angrily wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"He�s going to need you Claudette." Vic told her.
"I know�I know, it�s just..." She paused and then determinedly changed the subject. "Do you think the doctor told us everything?"
Frowning Vic asked,
"What do you mean?"
"About that head injury�about the swelling. You don�t think there could be any brain damage do you? I mean he�d have told us wouldn�t he?" She said.
"Yeah�yeah he�d have told us that. He said Dutch would recover, I don�t think he was lying, and something like that� he�d have told us. It�s the blood tests I�m worried about�shit I hadn�t even thought about that."
Once again turning towards Claudette he saw his own fear mirrored in her expression. She shook her head as she said in a quiet voice,
"It�s a fucking mess."
Before he could responded they both looked up as the door to the waiting room opened, they expected to see Aceveda returning but instead saw a nurse standing in the doorway.
"Hi I�m Nurse Martinez, Doctor Austin asked me to show you to the ICU when Detective Wagenbach was settled in."
They both stood and Vic found himself both eager to see Dutch and afraid to see him at the same time. He needed to reassure himself that he was still alive, that perhaps the decisions he had made earlier were indeed the right ones. That it was better for Dutch to be here in the ICU as opposed to downstairs in the basement, in the morgue. However, he remembered the pale, still, bruised face from what seemed to be days ago, but was in fact only hours ago, and felt a glimmer of reluctance deep within himself at having to face Dutch like that again. Vic pushed that reaction aside, he needed to see him and he needed to be there for Claudette. He reconciled himself with the thought that after this he could finally catch up with Shane and the rest of the Strike Team and find out if they�d learnt anything useful. He�d be able to focus on catching these two bastards and making them pay for what they�d done. He stepped out into the corridor after Claudette as the nurse held the door open for them and then fell into step with the two women as they walked towards the elevators.
"We�re up on the forth floor." Nurse Martinez explained as they entered the elevator.
"How is he?" Claudette asked her.
The nurse smiled reassuringly at them as she answered.
"Oh he�s doing very well. I�m sure Doctor Austin told you that he came through his operation well, and now that he�s settled into the ICU all his vital signs are exactly as they should be. There was one thing we wondered about though?"
"What�s that?" Vic asked.
"Well we�ve only got some of his details on his notes, things can get left out when it�s an emergency admittance, and we were wondering what Detective Wagenbach�s first name is. We like to connect with our patients, try to make them feel as calm and comfortable with us as possible, and that�s a little difficult when we have to keep calling him Detective Wagenbach." She said with a smile.
"Dutch�his name�s Dutch." Claudette told her, then explained when she saw the nurse�s slightly skeptical look, "well everyone calls him Dutch it�s his nickname really. His proper name�s Holland, but he�s not too fond of it. In fact I don�t think I�ve ever heard him use it except when he has to, to give evidence in court or something."
"Well I�ll be sure to write it down on his notes." The nurse told them just as the elevator stopped on the forth floor.
As they stepped out into the corridor they found themselves in front of an admittance desk similar to the one downstairs in the ER.
"Dutch�s room is this way." Nurse Martinez told them as she led them beyond the desk and down a side corridor to the right.
As they approached the third door on the left they could see "Wagenbach" written on a card beside the closed door. The nurse paused and turned to them,
"You can both come in and see him for a while. I think Doctor Austin explained to you about what to expect?"
Both Claudette and Vic nodded.
"Yes, he told us about the machines, and�um�gave us an idea of what we�ll see." Claudette told her.
"I thought so," the nurse smiled. "He�s very good for that. Just to reiterate though it can be daunting to see someone you care about, a friend, like this and we understand that. Try to remember that everything here is helping Dutch and he�s not in any pain or discomfort. If you�ve got any questions don�t hesitate to ask, we�re all happy to answer any queries you might have, ok?"
"Yeah." Vic told her, finding himself glancing from the nurse to the closed door nervously.
"Good," she smiled. "Remember to that it�ll help Dutch if you talk to him, touch him and above all you must stay calm around him. It�s surprising how patients can pick up on the feelings of others even if they seem to be deeply unconscious. So although you�re going to find this difficult at first I�m sure, please try to remember that Dutch needs to be reassured and comforted. He needs to feel your presence but in a calming way."
At Claudette�s and Vic�s nods of understanding she reached forward to open the door.
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