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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Video � Chapter 4.
Walking up to the front door they noticed that it hadn�t been closed properly. Reaching out Vic carefully pushed it open while Claudette stepped past him into the hallway. Her foot brushed against something on the floor and looking down she saw Dutch�s keys. She bent down and picked them up, placing them on the small table that stood near the front door. As she stepped deeper into the quiet, still house Vic followed her and closed the door behind him. Seeing that Claudette had frozen, standing perfectly still, a look of indecision on her face he whispered,
"What?"
When she turned towards him and spoke he was shocked by the tremble of fear he heard in her voice. The usual ultra-confident Claudette Wyms seeming to have disappeared,
"What if he�s done something�hurt himself�he took his gun�Christ what if we find him�"
She couldn�t finish her sentence and she didn�t have to. Vic knew what she was thinking because he had been thinking the same thing. What if they found Dutch with his blood and his brains splattered all over a wall. He�d seen suicides, as had Claudette no doubt, desperate people who were blinded to other possibilities. People who could see no escape other than death. He�d seen what was left of people who�d stuck a gun in their mouths and pulled the trigger. Jesus, was that what they were going to find? Was he going to have to live with the knowledge that his actions had been the catalyst that had pushed Dutch over the edge? If that were the case what would fig heg her partner like that do to Claudette?
"Do you want me to go first?" Vic asked her.
He had to admit to feeling some relief when she shook her head.
"No�no he�s my partner and besides the state he might be in�well he might not react well to a man."
Vic nodded his understanding and followed her further into the house.
The living room door was open, but the room was empty and seemed undisturbed, as did the kitchen. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs Claudette gazed upwards and called out,
"Dutch�Dutch it�s Claudette are you here?"
There was no reply and as she began to climb the stairs, with Vic following on behind her, she called out again,
"Dutch it�s Claudette I�m coming up ok? Please son if you�re here please answer me."
However, there was no response to her plea.
They cautiously moved from one room to another. The spare bedroom, bathroom and home office were all neat and undisturbed. Finally they stood in front of the master bedroom door, and Vic was surprised to find his hands sweaty and his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing sideways at Claudette he could see she was just as nervous as he was. The door to the room was firmly closed, and Vic found himself afraid of what they�d find, what they�d see, when they went into that room. Reaching out a hesitant hand, that shook slightly, Claudette gently knocked twice on the door calling out,
"Dutch it�s me�look I know you�re upset�confused�but we need to talk. Can I come in?"
Still no answer and after waiting in vain for a moment in the hopes of there being a reply she finally reached out and turned the door handle, pushing the door slowly open.
Yet again they found themselves presented with a neat tidytidy room. The bed was made, everything in its place, nothing seeming to have been disturbed. All was quiet and still in the large, bright, sunny room. Vic let out the breath he�d been holding with a relieved sigh. He was relieved that they had not been confronted with the sight of Dutch with no face left his police issue handgun clutched in his lifeless hand. Claudette also let out a small sigh of relief next to him so he knew he hadn�t been the only one who�d feared that they�d find the worst when they�d opened that door. She took a step inside and softly called out,
"Dutch."
Vic looked around and shaking his head said,
"He�s not here Claudette. He must have dumped his car and taken off. Perhaps we should have Aceveda put out that ABP after all, for his own safety?"
However, Claudette shook her head and stepped further into the room pausing to look around,
"No that doesn�t make any sense. Why would he drive here only to abandon his car and take off on foot?"
Turning away to leave the room Vic shrugged at her question,
"Who knows�look it was pretty clear he wasn�t thinking straight so who knows why he�d do anything."
He turned back again to find Claudette hadn�t moved, a look of intense concentration on her face, her head cocked to one side. Puzzled he stepped back into the room and asked,
"What�"
However, Claudette quickly held up her hand and hissed,
"Sshh."
Vic stood still and held his breath straining to listen just as Claudette was. Then he heard it, and as Claudette turned to look at him he could see that she had too. The sound of someone trying very hard to repress a sob. Narrowing his eyes he looked around the seemingly empty room seeing nothing, but Claudette stepped forward towards the window and he found himself following her. To the left of the window was a large wardrobe and there jammed into a corner between the wardrobe and the wall was Dutch. He had his back pressed into the corner, his long legs pulled up against his body, trying to make himself as small as possible. In his left hand he held a nearly empty bottle of whiskey, and considering the way his tear-filled eyes were unfocused Vic would have guessed that it had probably been nearly full an hour ago. Even more worrying was the fact that in his right hand he held his loaded gun. When he saw them a small whimper escaped his mouth and he tried unsuccessfully to pull himself back, further away from them.
"Oh God son look at you." Claudette breathed her voice tight with sorrow.
As she moved towards Dutch the hand holding the gun twitched, and Vic reached out towards her,
"Careful Claudette."
"I know I see it�but it�s alright isn�t it Dutch you wouldn�t hurt me would you?" She said looking at Dutch.
Dutch�s face was flushed with the alcohol he�d consumed, his fear-filled eyes stared at her as if he was unsure of who she was. He brought the hand that held his gun up and Vic found himself reaching behind himself for his own weapon. God knows he didn�t want to shoot Dutch but he was here as Claudette�s back up and the drunken, upset man in front of him could do anything. Just as his fingers brushed against the butt of his gun Vic relaxed slightly when Dutch merely swiped his jacket sleeve against his nose, wiping away the snot that had gathered there from what must have been quite a crying fit. In fact Vic wasn�t entirely sure that Dutch even realised what he held in his hand. In a quiet stuttering voice Dutch said,
"G�go away�leave me�leave me alone."
Claudette sat down on the floor in front of the distraught man careful to make no sudden movements and to give him some space. She shook her head sadly as she replied,
"I�m sorry son I just can�t do that."
Dutch looked at her and then turned away leaning his head against the wall for a moment before he straightened up a little and began to raise the whiskey bottle to his mouth. Claudette leaned forward slightly and held out her hand, in her best no nonsense voice she said,
"Ah, ah I think you�ve had enough of that now son. Give me the bottle�getting drunk isn�t going to solve anything Dutch�it isn�t going to make anything go away."
"It�it stops me thinking�stops the�" Dutch suddenly stopped talking, but at least he hadn�t taken that next drink.
"It might seem that way but it isn�t going to make this situation go away�you�re going to have to deal with it." She told him.
A corner of Dutch�s mouth curled up in a sneer as he laughed bitterly,
"Situ�situation is that what it is huh. Is that what I am�a situation?"
He looked Claudette in the eye and then squinted behind her at Vic.
"Why are you here? J�just go�go away and leave me alone."
"We�re here because we care son�because we�re your friends and your hurting. The Captain told me about the tape about what happened to you and�"
"Shut up! Fucking shut up�you liar�you�re all liars!" Dutch shouted. "You don�t care�no one�no one ever cared�so fuck off and leave me alone!"
As he spoke tears began to fall from his eyes.
Vic saw Claudette bite her lip and steady herself as she shuffled forward a little closer to Dutch.
"I know son�I know it�s hard�but you have to face this�you have to�"
"NO!" Dutch shouted.
In smooth motion that belied his drunken state he suddenly pulled his gun up and pointed it unwaveringly at Claudette.
"N�no�I don�t have to do anything�not anymore�you can�t make me do anything�I�I won�t let you."
Vic felt his stomach tighten as he could see this whole scenario going to hell. He began to reach back slowly for his gun again, his eyes never leaving the weapon in Dutch�s hand. He had to admire Claudette. Jesus, she had balls, she didn�t flinch just stared straight back at Dutch as she calmly said,
"You�re not going to hurt me Dutch�I know you. You�d never hurt me or anyone else. Please put the gun down�let me help you. If I�d known Dutch�"
"What�if you�d known what? I told you it�s lies�all lies�it never�n�never happened." Dutch sobbed.
"Put the gun down Dutch�you�re making Vic nervous." Claudette calmly told him.
The gun wavered in Dutch�s hand as he looked up at Vic. The pain, confusion and loss in Dutch�s eyes took Vic�s breath away for a moment. Dutch stared at him and then dropped his gaze to the floor. The barrel of the gun followed and slowly Claudette leaned forward and gently took the gun from Dutch�s hand, and reaching behind her she placed it on the floor. Dutch looked back up at her, silent tears running down his face,
"I�m sorry, I�m sorry�sorry�I didn�t mean it Claudette I wouldn�t hurt you I�m sorry."
Claudette slowly inched forward until she was sitting next to Dutch, her back against the wall. She reached out and took the whiskey bottle away from him,
"Sshh�sshh�it�s ok Dutch�it�s ok son�I know�I know you wouldn�t."
"I meant to�I was going to�I was going to use it on me�make the things in my head stop�make the lies stop�but I was a coward�I thought�I thought the whiskey would make it easier."
"Oh Dutch no. Don�t say that�I�m here for you�we�ll get through this I promise." Claudette told him.
She reached out and put her arm around her partner and pulled him towards her. He buried his face in her shoulder sobbing,
"It�it�s true isn�t it�what�what they said�the things in my head�they�re tr�true aren�t they."
Sadly Claudette rubbed her hand up and down his back as she replied,
"Yes son it�s true�I�m so sorry."
Vic silently moved forward and picked up Dutch�s discarded gun from the floor and then without a word he left the room, left Claudette comforting her sobbing, devastated partner and went to phone Aceveda.
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