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numb3rsflashfic2006-10-24 09:45 pm
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Demons and All by ButtercupHarmony (Challenge #24: Demons)
Title: Demons and All
Pairing/Characters: Don
Rating/Category: PG?
Word Count: 233
Spoilers: Traffic, Spree/Two Daughters, Rampage, Guns and Roses, Structural Corruption
Summary: Don contemplates what his father told him.
Notes/Warning:
Sometimes, in the dark of the night, he wondered if he’d ever be able to out run them. The voices of the victims, the voices of the guilty. Lately it seemed he couldn’t get through a night without a nightmare, without hearing a child’s cry, or a victim scream, or gunshots or explosions.
His father commented on how it seemed he had a lot of tough cases. He didn’t know the half of it. Didn’t know what it was like to look in the eyes to two boys and lie through your teeth. Didn’t know what it was like to have a partner, a friend kidnapped, knowing she only had hours to live. Didn’t know what it was like to have the safety of your own office violated and shot up. Didn’t know what it was like to arrive at a crime scene and see the body of an ex-girlfriend. He just didn’t know.
He remembered when Charlie accused him of being too detached, and then claimed to know why in the next breath. Since then, Charlie seemed to take his detachment to the next level. Like tonight. Twelve new cases come tomorrow morning, and Charlie walks in the door and hands him another one. While part of him wishes he could have told Charlie no, he couldn’t. Like he said, this was who he was.
He was his job, demons and all.
Pairing/Characters: Don
Rating/Category: PG?
Word Count: 233
Spoilers: Traffic, Spree/Two Daughters, Rampage, Guns and Roses, Structural Corruption
Summary: Don contemplates what his father told him.
Notes/Warning:
Sometimes, in the dark of the night, he wondered if he’d ever be able to out run them. The voices of the victims, the voices of the guilty. Lately it seemed he couldn’t get through a night without a nightmare, without hearing a child’s cry, or a victim scream, or gunshots or explosions.
His father commented on how it seemed he had a lot of tough cases. He didn’t know the half of it. Didn’t know what it was like to look in the eyes to two boys and lie through your teeth. Didn’t know what it was like to have a partner, a friend kidnapped, knowing she only had hours to live. Didn’t know what it was like to have the safety of your own office violated and shot up. Didn’t know what it was like to arrive at a crime scene and see the body of an ex-girlfriend. He just didn’t know.
He remembered when Charlie accused him of being too detached, and then claimed to know why in the next breath. Since then, Charlie seemed to take his detachment to the next level. Like tonight. Twelve new cases come tomorrow morning, and Charlie walks in the door and hands him another one. While part of him wishes he could have told Charlie no, he couldn’t. Like he said, this was who he was.
He was his job, demons and all.