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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 6
Adam had finally moved from sitting on the hospital bed chased away from it by a combination of boredom and a numb backside. He had walked across the floor towards the window the cold tiled floor making his toes curl in an instinctual desire to escape the chill. But he preferred having cold bare feet to wearing the dumb white paper slippers he�d been given which would probably do little to keep out the cold as well as looking ridiculous.
Reaching out he slipped his fingers in between the white, horizontal, metal slats of the window blinds bending them downwards the metal making little cracking noises as it was bent out of shape. Leaning forward he peered through the gap he�d created. He guessed he was about three stories up with a clear blue sky above him and a rather uninspiring car park below him. He wanted to press his forehead against the glass that felt cool against his fingertips. The hospital room was too warm and he was feeling stifled by it. However, the metal slats of the blinds got in his way and pressed uncomfortably into his skin when he pressed against them trying to see as much of the car park below him as he could. He studied all the cars, all the people walking through the car park either heading towards their cars or towards the hospital building. His eyes flitted from one person to the next as he anxiously tried to spot the one person he wanted to see. As hard as he looked though each man his gaze rested on was wrong, either too tall or too short, to fat or too thin, blond not dark, black not white� Not matter how hard he wished to he couldn�t see the Taylor. Couldn�t see Taylor�s calm, confident stride as he came to fetch him, as he came to take back what belonged to him. Adam felt a spike of fear stab at his heart as he wondered where Taylor was and why he hadn�t come for him yet. As if in answer to his prayers he heard the sound of the door being unlocked and clicking open and automatically schooling his face into a wide smile, just as Taylor liked him to do, Adam turned away from the window letting the blinds metal slats all snap back into place.

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Claudette had paced around the waiting room feeling her anxiety and impatience growing incrementally with each passing minute. Captain Aceveda and the FBI special agents who�d escorted Dutch to Los Angeles from San Francisco all sat in the green plastic chairs trying not to watch her and instead gazing at the floor or the walls, anywhere but at her. Being so close to seeing Dutch with her own eyes after all the heart ache and pain she�d gone through over the past year only to be told she�d have to wait even longer was driving her nuts.
The two FBI special Agents from San Francisco weren�t much help either. She�d plied them with questions when they�d first introduced themselves asking how Dutch was, if he was hurt, wanting to ask them if Dutch had asked after her, but feeling too embarrassed to vocalize that question. Her anxiety levels had gone up a notch at the glance the agents exchanged with each other at her questions and their defensive answers not really telling her anything. Although when they let it slip that Dutch had had to been sedated at the first hospital he�d been taken to in San Francisco she had felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
Of course she hadn�t been naïve enough to think that Dutch would return unscathed by the past year. She�d been a cop for too many years and had seen too many awful things perpetrated by people on their fellow human being not to be afraid of what he might have suffered and how it might have changed him. However, deep down inside she�d haboured a little glimmer of hope, or maybe it was desperation, that Dutch would somehow have found the strength to come through his ordeal unchanged. That maybe this Taylor Fitzgerald hadn�t been the usual psychopathic sexual predator. Claudette wiped her hands down her face and mentally chastised herself for that last thought. Hope was one thing but delusion was quite another and wasn�t going to help her or Dutch get through the aftermath of what had happened. This Fitzgerald had kidnapped Dutch, held him prisoner for over a year and if Vic and Shane�s informant was to be believed, and there was no reason why he shouldn�t be, Dutch had been kept as some kind of sex slave having to pander to that pervert�s whims. Memories from past cases crowded unbidden into her mind providing scenarios of what might have happened to her friend and partner that usually only populated her nightmares.
She couldn�t prevent herself from jumping when a hand touched her arm. Turning to her right she saw the concerned face of Captain Aceveda,
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Before Claudette could answer the door to the waiting room opened and someone stepped into the room.
Desperate for information and ready to pounce on anybody to get it Claudette quickly got to her feet. Before she could ask the new-comer about Dutch he anticipated her enquiry and said,
"I�m Doctor Kim and I�m the psychiatric department�s chief of staff and I�ve been looking after Detective Wagenbach since he was transferred here from St. Luke�s in San Francisco."
Unable to contain herself Claudette interrupted to ask,
"How is he? Can we see him?"
"Physically he seems to be in relatively good health considering, although he�s slightly underweight and has some bruising on his body. A thorough examination carried out at St. Luke�s while Detective Wagenbach was sedated did reveal some older scarring though, some of which was sexual in nature mainly in the area of the rectum and anus. Psychologically he�s severely traumatized and from the information that was contained in his notes and from what the FBI has told us that�s hardly surprising. He was uncooperative and quite combative at St. Luke�s, but here he seems to have become rather subdued, retreating into himself almost."
Listening to what Doctor Kim was saying Claudette thought she�d prepared herself to hear this news, but she was wrong. No matter how prepare she�d thought she was it still felt as if the bottom had fallen out of her world. Swallowing down the gorge that rose in her throat she pushed away her own feelings and tried to concentrate solely on Dutch, and on what he�d need.
"Can we see him?" She repeated her earlier question.
Doctor Kim replied,
"As I said Detective Wagenbach has been subdued and in fact he has been refusing to interact with any of us, hopefully a familiar face will be what he needs to break through the walls he seems to have erected around himself. However, I was hoping for some family members to introduce him to as opposed to mere work colleagues."
The rage Claudette felt rapidly build up within her as she was so casually dismissed by the psychiatrist as a "�mere work colleague�" was burning hot inside her chest. Her first priority through all this was Dutch though, and so far she�d suppressed all the dark feelings of hatred and anger she felt towards the animal who�d thought he�d had the right to just take and use what he wanted with no regard for her partner and friend as a human being with feelings and rights of his own. She�d suppressed those feelings but they were still there and they struggled for an outlet. Doctor Kim didn�t know how lucky he was that Claudette had enough control to be able to clench her jaw, take a deep breath and get herself under control before she unleashed just a fraction of that rage on him. Instead she steadied herself and replied in a cold voice,
"Dutch�Detective Wagenbach doesn�t have any family, and I�m not a mere work colleague I�m his partner and I want to see him right now."
The doctor stared at her for a moment before taking a step back and to one side of the door and opening it he said,
"Of course. His room is on the third floor, I�ll show you."
She followed the doctor as he walked along the white hospital corridor heading towards the elevator, a quick glance behind her confirming that Captain Aceveda was following her and that the FBI agents had thought it prudent to stay in the waiting room.
No one spoke until they reached the third floor which was the psychiatric unit of the hospital. Claudette blanched when she saw the locked metal grill door that separated the high-risk unit from the rest of the wing. The thought of Dutch once again locked up after what he�d been put through for the past year unsettling her more then she wanted to admit. Of course the thought that the doctors here considered Dutch to be high-risk worried her too, high-risk of what? Hurting others, hurting himself? As Doctor Kim reached out and unlocked the door Claudette found herself wondering for the first time if she would be able to handle what was waiting for her on the other side of that door.
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