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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Adam Chapter 5

Waiting � Claudette had had enough of waiting to last her a lifetime. The hours that had bled into days after Dutch had first disappeared. Sure that some clue, some hitherto unknown witness would lead them to him. Only to be bitterly disappointed time and time again when the clues led to dead-ends and the witnesses weren�t forthcoming. When she thought back to those days now they were almost a blur to her. One long cycle of dashed hopes and forced optimism, of missed meals and sleepless nights.
Then the FBI had taken firm control of the case and the Farmington detectives, Dutch�s friends and colleagues, who�d been leading the investigation had been re-assigned to more mundane matters within the precinct. She�d been so angry with Aceveda accusing him on giving up on Dutch when deep down inside she�d known that he�d had no choice that Farmington had to be policed. However, she had needed an outlet, somewhere, someone, to channel her anger, frustration and fear into, and at that moment he had been it. Looking back on that time she always appreciated the fact that he�d seemed to understand her need and had allowed her vent her spleen on him without a word of reprimand or reproach. He�d also agreed to her demand that she should remain on the case.
After a couple of weeks though he�d called her back to his office and told that she was to go back into the detective�s rotation. Her argument had died on her lips when he�d told her in a quiet voice that the eighteen hour days she was putting in were going to end up leaving her burnt out or dead, and he�d asked her if she thought that was what Dutch would want. So she�d gone back to waiting. This time waiting for the FBI team that had taken over the viewing room and one of the interrogation rooms to come up with something. Although she�d worked on the periphery in her own time and had pestered the Feds non-stop she still hadn�t been at the heart of things, stuck on the outside looking in and waiting for someone else to break the case wide open.
When the FBI had pulled all the agents but two from the case after two fruitless months she�d felt her heart sink, and had waited then for the other agents to be ordered onto another case and for Dutch to be filed away. She hadn�t had long to wait. Another month and Special Agents Judy Gardner and Darrell Lehman had shaken her hand and told her how sorry they were, and that although they�d been assigned another case that they would ensure Dutch�s case stayed active.
After that if Claudette was honest with herself she knew she�d been waiting for a body to turn up. Waiting for a shallow grave to be found, a body to wash up on a beach, dismembered parts disposed of in trash bags to make a human jigsaw out of her friend and partner.
For just over a year she�d waited. A year of guilt and sleepless nights that seemed to last for an eternity as all the years of experience she had as a cop had betrayed her. Instead of providing her with answers they had conjured up images of all the things that Dutch might have gone through, what he might have suffered. When you had spent years witnessing the worst that people could do to each other the stuff of nightmares was never hard to come by.
Yet everything she�d gone through during that last year was nothing compared to the agony of waiting she�d endured for these past few days. First, having to wait while the Assistant District Attorney Cully interviewed Juan Martinez and then after she came out of the interview room convinced he was genuine, wait while she convinced her boss the District Attorney. If Claudette had thought that securing the District Attorney�s approval for a deal for Martinez would get things moving quickly she was mistaken. The FBI had had to be informed, then the ATF, who had apparently had Fitzgerald under surveillance, had had to be notified. There were meetings and deals; politics being played out with everyone trying to ensure their agency would get a piece of Fitzgerald while Dutch had to endure God knows what at the hands of that animal. It seemed that Taylor Fitzgerald was a busy man with business ties to drug-running, arms trafficking, people-trafficking, prostitution�the list was endless wherever there were activities that added to human misery Fitzgerald was mixed up in it somewhere. However, Claudette found she didn�t care about any of that, all she cared about was getting her friend and partner back.
Two days had passed before everyone finally came to realise that someone�s life was in the balance while they argued and procrastinated. Two days that Dutch had to spend a prisoner. Two days that dragged past so slowly for Claudette that she nearly went insane. Then finally a joint FBI, ATF operation was approved and the heavily fortified residence of Taylor Fitzgerald on the outskirts of San Francisco was stormed.
Claudette had wanted to be there, she�d wanted to see Dutch, confirm it really was him that he really was still alive, as soon as possible, but her request had been turned down. Special Agents Gardner and Lehman who�s names were still on the FBI case file had come to The Barn to reassure her that the operation was well planned and that when he was rescued Dutch would be brought straight back to Los Angeles.
Then she�d had to endure agonies of watching the clock knowing when the operation was due to begin and wondering how everything was going. She�d sat in the captain�s office with Aceveda, Gardner and Lehman watching the clock, waiting for the phone to ring. The operation had been very hush-hush with none of the agencies involved wanting Fitzgerald to be tipped off to the imminent raid. But Claudette�s nervous behaviour of the past days and the presence of the Special Agents who�d been assigned Dutch�s case had sparked lots of interesting. Claudette knew the rumour mill in the Barn was in full operation. Despite the fact that the blinds had been drawn in Aceveda�s office she�d felt the weight of curious stares from the precinct below which were being directed upwards towards the closed off office.
The underlying terror that she�d had to repress during those long hours waiting for a call from San Francisco with the very real possibility that this whole thing would prove to be a bust was torture. That the poor soul being kept by Fitzgerald wouldn�t be Dutch at all but some other innocent caught in his web. She�d felt torn, one part of her almost wishing that it wouldn�t be Dutch, that he hadn�t had to suffer at the hands of this pervert for a whole year. While another part of her prayed that it would be Dutch because at least then the waiting would all be over. They�d have an answer as to what had happened to him, but what about the resultant fallout from what he�d been through? Well they�d find a way to work through it. Some way to heal him and bring him home.
When the phone had finally rung Claudette had jumped in her seat and had had to clasp her hands together to try and disguise the fact that they were shaking. The rush of so much tension out of her body when Aceveda had turned to her and said,
"It�s confirmed it�s him. He�s alive Claudette."
Had momentarily left her feeling light-headed.
As she stared out at the cars and people and buildings that she was passing by on her way to the hospital she found it difficult to grasp that after all those days and weeks and months that the waiting was soon going to be over. She couldn�t prevent a little sigh from escaping her as a new fear began to take root in her heart � what kind of person was she going to find when she walked into that hospital room?
Aceveda heard the small exhale and threw her a worried glance before re-focusing on his driving,
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah�yeah I�m fine." Claudette replied the small smile on her lips not quite making it to her eyes.
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