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Disclaimer; - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Day Chapter 6.
He lay perfectly still and perfectly quietly in his bed. He lay on his back, his arms resting by his side. If anybody looked they�d assume he was asleep, but in fact he was wide-awake. He wasn�t supposed to be he was supposed to take his medication, and pass the night in restful, dreamless slumber. However, he liked to think at night. It was the only time he got any peace. During the day there was always someone wanting to "help him", wanting to get him to talk, get him to share his thoughts and feelings, wanting to pry. At night it was just him and his memories, his thoughts, his dreams and his fantasies.
He was staring at the square patch of light that shone onto the highly polished gray floor. The light shone in through the small square of re-enforced glass in the door, and came from the illuminated corridor outside his rooStraStraining his ears he could hear the soft squeak of the nurses shoes as she strolled down the corridor on her hourly rounds. Squeak, squeak, squeak, pause, over and over again, as she walked down the corridor pausing to look in through all those little windows, in all those plain white doors. As he listened she came closer and closer, until finally he heard her pause at the door before his. Three squeaking footfalls, and then she was there peering in at him. He knew she couldn�t see his face clearly, but he let his eyes slide shut anyway. He didn�t move, and made sure he was breathing deeply and steadily. The routine five seconds of scrutiny, and then the rubber soles squeaking on the tiled floor as she moved off to spend five seconds looking at the occupant of the neighbouring room.
Opening his eyes, and flicking his gaze up at the tiled ceiling, Simon allowed himself a small smile. He hadn�t imagined that this was going to be so easy. It had seemed as if everyone had been falling over themselves, much to the disgust of the FBI, to believe he was insane. Their narrow little minds couldn�t understand that he�d done the things he�d done because he enjoyed them.
Within a few hours of being arrested a psychiatrist working for his court appointed attorney had assessed him. Simon had immediately begun planning his actions to ensure that he achieved his goal, which was, of course, to get back what belonged to him. He�d known that the best chance he�d have to achieve that was to keep out of the prison system. So a few hints about "voices in his head", and he�d had the shrinks eating out of his hand. When he�d told them how contrite he was concerning his treatment of Holland one of them had even told him that Holland had been released from hospital, and allowed to go home. At least he wouldn�t have to look too hard to find him again when the time was right.
If things went according to plan that wouldn�t be too much longer. The hospital staff had already begun to relax around him, considering him to be cooperative and well medicated. He�d even gotten onto the good side of the housekeeping staff by offering to change his own bedding every Monday morning, to "save them some time", he told them smilingly. Of course, not only did it allow them an extra ten minutes on their mid-morning break, but it meant that the tiny hole in his mattress went undiscovered. It was there that he�d been carefully secreting the medication which the nurse watched him take several times a day, but which he kept carefully hidden under his tongue. It amazed Simon how understaffed the place was, to such an extent that only one harassed nurse completed the drugs round.
Not that he minded of course. The lesaff aff there were the easier it was going to be when the time came for him to escape.
That wasn�t going to be the hard part. The hard part woingoing to be getting his hands on Holland again. He�d have to move quickly he knew that much. Once the news that he�d escaped got out Simon had no doubt that Holland�s friends, his colleagues in the police, would make sure he was so well hidden that Simon would never find him.
Simon knew that he wouldn�t have much time after he had escaped, but all he needed was a couple of hours alone with Holland. Then they could pick up where they�d left off. However, Simon didn�t intend to kill Holland straight away. He wanted some time to reacquaint himself with all the delights that slim, lithe body had to offer him.
Simon felt his penis hardening as he remembered the feel of Holland�s body under him, squirming and struggling to escape, while he took what he wanted. Reaching underneath his blankets Simon indulged himself with a couple of long, slow strokes before he stopped himself, deciding to save himself for Holland.
Just then he heard the tell-tale squeak, squeak, squeak, pause beginning again as the nurse began to walk her round once more. Deciding he had enough pleasant images in his mind to supply his sub-conscious with some very vivid and enjoyable dreams, Simon turned over, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face.
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