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[unbreakablelion]

Who: Gene, Open to anyone with access to the Interview Room
When: Afternoon
Where: Fenchurch East
What: Interviewing a suspect
Warnings: Violence and language

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[blueeye_bitch]

Nathaniel, new and all, had not expected to be sent don't into an interview so fast. And he was not at all expecting the yelling and raging he heard when he came don't the hallway. he stopped, hesitant, afraid of the sounds.

Taking a deep breath, he moved, opening the room, seeing a sight that shocked the your queer. "sir!" he hurried, grabbing the mans arm. "What on earth are you doing!" IOf course, Nathaniel was a living stick figure, a no match to Gene's strength.

[unbreakablelion]

Nathaniel was lucky Gene didn't punch him in the face. His anger was boiling out, and attempting to pull him away from the beaten, bloodied man was a foolish task. Even so, Gene put his arms up in submission, yanking away from Nathaniel.

Wonderful. Just what he needed. Some flatfooted bobby seeing him at his worst. "What do you want?! Can't you see I'm busy questioning this bloody kiddie fiddler?!"

[blueeye_bitch]

Nathaniel squeaked once Gene yanked away from him, and he took a step back, wide eyed. "Well..." he tried collecting himself. "This looks more like a beating and less like an interrogation, Sir. I was sent down to observe." he felt his voice was shaking, and he hated it.

[unbreakablelion]

"Sending flatfoots up to do their dirty work now, eh? Listen, son. I do my job and I recommend not watching because it is not for the fainthearted!" It was easy to see just how angry Gene was. He despised rapists and loathed rapists of children even more!

Thomas shifted on the floor, coughing a little. "I th'nk you br'ke my nose..."

Gene glared at him, resisting the urge to kick him again. "That's okay, you broke your daughter's hymen..."

Blarg. Late comment is late. Ignore if too late.

[missing_mum]

Molly know that she should protest what Gene was doing. It wasn't good police procedure. In the real world (because this wasn't the real world. It couldn't be.) any confession the man made would get thrown out of court. But she'd just spent the last hour holding a trembling six year old with a blank look in her eyes, and she only felt a twisted satisfaction at the blood dripping down the suspects face.

She stood just inside the door, not willing to interrupt and have any of that ire turned on her; she had no doubt that he was capable of doing so. She'd been to hospital with the girl, and only risked the wrath of her 'boss' because the details of the doctor's report might aid in the 'interview.'

[unbreakablelion]

Gene had taken a break, had his bacon butty and butted heads (figuratively) with his new mouthy, whiney, bitchy plod. But now he was back in the interview room with Thomas Morris with a brand new streak of pissed off anger - which the man was on the receiving end of.

He stopped shortly after Molly entered the room - some things were not for a lady's eyes and this was one of them. He dragged Morris back into his seat and turned to face Molly. "WPC Drake... 'ow's the girl?"

[missing_mum]

Broken, she wanted to say, but that was an emotional response, not a statement of fact.

"They want to keep her overnight, for observation. She still hasn't said a word, and barely reacted to any of the testing." Though her hand had tightened around Molly's when the doctor had lifted her skirt.

"They're calling it catatonia." Molly called it PTSD, and wouldn't mind hitting the bastard herself, at the moment. "Physically she's probably going to be fine in a few weeks."

Emotionally and mentally were a different story. As well as sexually, when she got older.

[unbreakablelion]

"Is 'er mum with 'er now?" No little girl should have to face something like this alone - in fact no girl should, of any age.

Gene gave a heavy sigh and reached for his cigarettes, lighting one up before offering one to Molly. The case had gotten to him more than he cared to admit. Under all the icy, angry walls, Gene was nothing but a great big softy. "It's not right. If a little girl can't rely on 'er daddy to protect her, who can she rely on?"