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Disclaimer: I do not own The Shield, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Author�s Note: - Many thanks to Whipper for allowing me to reference events from her fabulous story "There�s No Escaping Who You Are." in this chapter and later chapters (if you are reading this and haven�t read that story I highly recommend that you do it�s super). Anyway I used the events depicted in that story as a kind of cannon for Shane�s character in Secrets.

Secrets Chapter 4
Sitting at the table nursing a warm Coke, and watching Curtis and Ronnie playing pool and laughing, Vic tried to snap himself out of his dark mood. However, he kept seeing that kid, Holland, his face looking up at him, the livid bruise standing out on his cheek, as his eyes searched Vic�s face looking for something. He could feel Shane watching him from the other side of the table. He knew that Shane could sense that something was wrong with him, and he also knew that eventually Shane would want to know what it was. Shit, what was he going to say to that question? That he was worrying about some kid he didn�t even know. That his mind was running through all kinds of scenarios for how he�d gotten those bruises on his wrist, and his face, and that none of them were very pleasant. In fact the longer Vic thought about it, the worse those scenarios got.
Sighing he took a sip of the now flat and warm Coke, and tried to cheer himself up by looking for one of the main reasons he liked to hang out at the youth club, Danielle Sofer. He smiled to himself as he reminded himself that she preferred Danny now. Danny was a year younger than Vic, and often helped out with the younger kids here at the club. Danny�s uncle was a cop, and he�d roped in a couple of his colleagues to help him run a club where the local kids could hang out. Keeping them off the streets, and supposedly out of trouble. So Danny got to help out too, and that meant that Vic and his boys got to hang out here on Monday and Thursday evenings. Him and Danny were kinda circling each other. He liked her, and he was pretty sure she liked him too. However, neither of them was prepared to make the first move yet, so they just spent a lot of time watching each other.
Vic did feel himself perk up when he spotted her walking towards him, holding the hand of a small, crying boy. As she came towards him he could feel her eyes on him, and he felt that pleasant, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach that always occurred when she was near. He smiled at her as she came level with him, and wanting to hear her voice he stood up and asked,
"What happened?"
She paused for a moment, and smiled at him shyly. Indicating the still crying boy, she replied,
"Oh Julian here scrapped his knee. I was getting him a band aid."
Still enjoying the sensation of having Danny Sofer smile at him, Vic felt a little lost for words as he mumbled,
"Oh right�ok�um I guess you�d better�uh�you know�"
Danny laughed softly, and flushed a little pink, as she ducked her head, and led the still crying boy away.
Vic stoodchinching her leave, admiring the way she moved, when he heard Shane laughing behind him,
"Oh man you�ve got it bad."
Vic turned and scowled at him for a moment, before he shrugged and sat down again.
"What�s wrong Vic?" Shane suddenly asked, all trace of his previous humor gone.
"Nothing." Vic replied.
"Yeah right." Shane said. "You�ve been down all evening. What�s up?"
Vic looked across at the table at Shane, and could read his concern plainly written on his face. Should he tell him his worries, his suspicions? Well if there was someone who should understand it would be Shane. His home life wasn�t exactly Ozzie and Harriet either. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Shane had turned up at Vic�s house soaking wet, and hungry, knocking on Vic�s bedroom window in the middle of the night. After his dad had left Shane�s mom had taken up with one loser after another, before settling on the low life piece of shit she lived with now. It made Vic so mad, but there didn�t seem to be much he could do, except be there for Shane when he needed him. At least Shane had learnt to duck and run when things got bad, and at least, with Vic, he had somewhere safe to run to. Vic didn�t think Holland was so lucky. So knowing that Shane wouldn�t let the matter drop until he knew what was wrong, Vic sighed and told him,
"It�s that kid, Holland." At Shane�s blank look he elaborated. "The kid with the bloody nose from the bathroom."
"Oh the geek." Shane smirked. Then puzzled he asked, "What about him? I saw you talking to him this afternoon."
"It�s just�I keep thinking about him. I think there�s something going on with him�at home maybe�something bad." Vic told him.
"What do you mean?" Shane guardedly asked.
"I�m not sure�it�s just he�s got bruises�on his wrist, his face, and when I asked him how he got them he lied."
"How do you know he lied." Shane asked, "Maybe you�re imagining things."
"I can tell," Vic answered, a little impatiently. "Like the time you got that black eye by walking into a door�remember?"
At that Shane looked down a little sheepishly, and studied tableable top,
"Yeah well�but you�re not sure right?" He asked Vic in a quiet voice.
"No I�m not sure but�"
Shane interrupted,
"Then forget about it. I mean what is he to us huh? He�s just a geek Vic. Besides he lives up at Oak Ridge you know."
Vic knew all about Oak Ridge. It was the very best part of town, where all the nicest, biggest houses were. Houses with double and triple garages, with Beamers and Mercedes parked outside them. Houses where all the bedrooms were en-suite, and there were study�s and games rooms, and maybe, Vic thought, dark secrets.
Frowning at Shane he said,
"Yeah so what if he does live there?"
"Well," Shane said a little trace of bitterness, and maybe even envy in his voice, "So poor little rich kid gets a slap every now and then, my heart bleeds. It ain�t our business Vic. Shit you don�t even know the little runt."
Vic looked at Shane for a moment before getting up,
"I thought you�d understand Shane. I thought it might bother you, cause shit you know what it�s like. Besides I think it�s a lot worse than "a slap every now and then"�and I�m sorry but it bothers me."
With that he strode outside to have a smoke, and calm down a little. He�d really thought Shane would care too, and he was kinda disappointed that he didn�t.
It was five minutes before a contrite looking Shane came out to find him. He stood by Vic in the gathering darkness, and shuffled his feet in the dirt, clearly uncomfortable, before he finally said,
"You�re right Vic�I�m sorry�I�I do know what it�s like and I should be more sympathetic I guess. What are you�what are we gonna do about it?"
Relieved that he hadn�t totally misjudged his best friend, Vic sighed as he replied,
"I�m not sure yet�try and get him to talk I suppose, and then�"
His voice petered out into uncertainty, and he pulled out another cigarette, and offered it to Shane. They stood there, neither speaking, each deep in their own thoughts, for another ten minutes before turning and going back into the club.
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