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Title: Shards of Glass - Chapter 5
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Characters/Pairing: Involves all regular cast members of CSI:Miami. No pairings.
Words: 1379
Spoilers: None
Rating: R, for graphic content.
A/N: The format for this fic will be very much like a CSI:Miami episode.
A/N #2: Rebekah Mayers and Bryan Drake are the only characters I own. The rest of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to those who created CSI:Miami.
Shards of Glass
Chapter 5
Calleigh took Rebekah to the hospital herself, rather than call an ambulance. Ambulances tended to draw a crowd. The last thing Calleigh wanted was to deal with curious onlookers. She called Detective Frank Tripp while en route and told him to meet them at the hospital.
Rebekah remained silent the entire ride, staring down at the floorboards of Calleigh’s car.
They were shown to a private examination room, where Rebekah was told to change into a hospital gown. It was all so clinical and cold. She felt numb. She was running on auto pilot because it was easier. Thinking about what had happened hours earlier made the panic rise up inside of her. Screaming. Heart pounding. Sheer terror about being trapped in the back seat of her SUV; it had been sensory overload.
Not hearing any movement behind the changing curtain, Calleigh became worried. “Rebekah?”
Rebekah blinked, slowly registering Calleigh’s voice. “Sorry.”
As she changed out of her ruined clothes, she handed each item to Calleigh so that they could be bagged for evidence collection. The hospital gown felt flimsy, offering her little warmth. She stepped out from behind the curtain, and stood awkwardly, waiting for further directions.
Calleigh finished marking the paper bag containing Rebekah’s clothing, and turned around. “Okay. Now for the difficult part.” She said softly. “I need to photograph your injuries.” She picked up the camera from the counter. “I’ll try to be as quick as I can.” She kept her voice soft and soothing, even though she knew Rebekah probably wasn’t absorbing everything being said to her right now.
Click.
Click, zoom, click.
Calleigh maneuvered her way around, carefully moving aside sections of Rebekah’s hospital gown to make sure each bruise and injury was photographed. Her face and head had gotten the brunt of the injuries.
It was heartbreaking for Calleigh to see someone she knew in so much pain. She felt edgy, with a heavy weight lying across her chest, her breathing constricted. Photographing dead bodies and crime scenes was procedural. Photographing a living and breathing victim made Calleigh feel sick. Once finished, she guided Rebekah to the examination table.
“I am going to have a doctor collect a rape kit.” She said, covering Rebekah with a sterile paper sheet.
Rebekah shook her head. “I wasn’t raped.” She whispered.
“Are you sure?” Calleigh asked.
“Pretty sure.”
Calleigh nodded, “We should do a rape kit anyway. Just to make sure.” She walked to the door and poked her head out into the hall, signaling the doctor and nurse to come in.
Rebekah was relieved that they were both women. Not that it made the examination any easier, but somehow, in this instance a woman physician was more comforting.
“I’ll be right outside.” Calleigh said.
Rebekah grabbed Calleigh’s arm before she could leave. “Stay.” She whispered, “Please.”
“Okay.” Calleigh nodded, and stood near Rebekah’s head. She felt tears behind her eyes and blinked rapidly. She did not want to break down in front of Rebekah. Not when the poor young woman needed Calleigh’s strength. She took in a slow deep breath.
Rebekah winced as the doctor began her examination. Calleigh murmured reassurances, not knowing what was worse. The assault, or the examination afterwards.
*****
With the rape kit completed, Calleigh left Rebekah in the room alone for a few minutes while she stepped out into the hallway to speak with Detective Tripp.
“How is she?” Tripp asked, standing up from a bench.
Calleigh sighed. “She’s shell-shocked, and probably has a killer headache from the concussion. I think with some time and therapy, she’ll be all right.”
Tripp nodded, “Rape kit?”
“Was negative, thank goodness.” Calleigh looked at the notebook Tripp was tapping against his other hand. “I’m not sure how much she remembers yet, but go easy on her, will you?”
“Yeah.” He replied, pushing open the exam room door. Rebekah was lying with her head elevated on the examination table. “Hi Rebekah.” He wheeled over a stool to sit down.
“Hey.” She only knew Tripp in passing. The thought of describing her attack to him made her feel awkward and uncomfortable.
“Do you remember what happened to you?” He asked, trying not to stare too hard at the bruising on her face.
She looked at Tripp, clearing her throat to speak. “It’s coming to me in bits and pieces. The doctor said that with the concussion, it may take some time.”
“Of course.” Tripp agreed. “Tell me what you do remember.”
Rebekah shifted her gaze to the ceiling. “I had finished my shift, so I was heading to my car to go home.”
”In the parking garage?” Tripp asked, scribbling down notes in his notepad.
“Yeah." She confirmed.
"Okay, and do you remember anything unusual in the garage before you got into your car?" He asked.
"I don't think so. I wasn't really paying attention." Internally, she was kicking herself for not being more aware of her surroundings, but really, how often would she scope out a garage where she parked her SUV in on a daily basis?
Tripp nodded, pausing in his note writing. "Then what?" He prompted.
"I got into my car. I remember a blindfold being put over my eyes. At first I thought it was my boyfriend, but when he didn’t say anything and I was dragged into the back seat, I knew it wasn’t him.” She sniffled, feeling tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I hit my head pretty hard on something, I’m not sure what. After that things get hazy.”
“What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
“Bryan Drake. Why? Are you going to question him?” She asked.
“We have to. Standard procedure. You know that.” Tripp explained.
“I guess.” Rebekah nodded, wiping a tear from the side of her face before it trickled into her ear.
“Can you remember anything else?”
“My gun.” She wiped another tear away. “The one I carry in my purse? I shot it, but I don’t think I hit anything except my window. It scared him off though because after I fired it he ran.”
“Okay, what kind of gun is it?” Tripp asked, still jotting down notes.
“A .38 revolver. I have a CCW permit.”
“Came in handy then.” Tripp joked, trying to help lighten the mood even though he knew it was probably pointless. For Rebekah’s sake however, Tripp was relieved that the young woman had taken the initiative to get her handgun license. In this case it probably saved her from being raped, or even killed. "Where is the gun now?"
"I...don't know. I can't...I'm sorry." Rebekah shook her head.
“What about his voice? Did he say anything to you?” He gestured with his pen as he spoke.
“No, nothing. Not a word. It was disturbing.” She replied.
“And you never saw anything?”
“No, the blindfold was on really tightly. I was totally blind.” Rebekah sniffed loudly, hoping that Tripp’s questions were almost over.
“What happened after he took off?”
“I...errr...don’t remember the details. I stayed in my car for awhile, no idea for how long, I think I might have passed out.” More tears trickled out of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Tripp said, looking up from his notepad. “Every detail you give me helps. Calleigh said that Horatio found you in the stairwell this morning?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure when or how I got there though. I mean, I must have walked there, I just don’t remember right now.”
Tripp nodded and gave Rebekah a supportive look. “Thanks. Really. I know it’s hard, but this gives us a good place to start.” He closed his notebook. “You know how to reach me if you remember anything else.”
Rebekah sniffed. “Yes, thanks Detective.”
Tripp turned, walking out into the hallway where Calleigh was waiting. “She’s a very lucky woman. I just hope we get some answers for her soon.” He put his notebook inside his jacket pocket. “The first place I would start would be her car.”
“I think Horatio already has someone on it.” Calleigh replied.
He nodded. “You need anything?”
“No, thank you. I think they are keeping her overnight, so I’ll make sure she gets settled and then head back to the lab. Thanks Frank.” Calleigh gave Tripp a grateful smile.
“No problem. See you later.”
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Characters/Pairing: Involves all regular cast members of CSI:Miami. No pairings.
Words: 1379
Spoilers: None
Rating: R, for graphic content.
A/N: The format for this fic will be very much like a CSI:Miami episode.
A/N #2: Rebekah Mayers and Bryan Drake are the only characters I own. The rest of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to those who created CSI:Miami.
Shards of Glass
Chapter 5
Calleigh took Rebekah to the hospital herself, rather than call an ambulance. Ambulances tended to draw a crowd. The last thing Calleigh wanted was to deal with curious onlookers. She called Detective Frank Tripp while en route and told him to meet them at the hospital.
Rebekah remained silent the entire ride, staring down at the floorboards of Calleigh’s car.
They were shown to a private examination room, where Rebekah was told to change into a hospital gown. It was all so clinical and cold. She felt numb. She was running on auto pilot because it was easier. Thinking about what had happened hours earlier made the panic rise up inside of her. Screaming. Heart pounding. Sheer terror about being trapped in the back seat of her SUV; it had been sensory overload.
Not hearing any movement behind the changing curtain, Calleigh became worried. “Rebekah?”
Rebekah blinked, slowly registering Calleigh’s voice. “Sorry.”
As she changed out of her ruined clothes, she handed each item to Calleigh so that they could be bagged for evidence collection. The hospital gown felt flimsy, offering her little warmth. She stepped out from behind the curtain, and stood awkwardly, waiting for further directions.
Calleigh finished marking the paper bag containing Rebekah’s clothing, and turned around. “Okay. Now for the difficult part.” She said softly. “I need to photograph your injuries.” She picked up the camera from the counter. “I’ll try to be as quick as I can.” She kept her voice soft and soothing, even though she knew Rebekah probably wasn’t absorbing everything being said to her right now.
Click.
Click, zoom, click.
Calleigh maneuvered her way around, carefully moving aside sections of Rebekah’s hospital gown to make sure each bruise and injury was photographed. Her face and head had gotten the brunt of the injuries.
It was heartbreaking for Calleigh to see someone she knew in so much pain. She felt edgy, with a heavy weight lying across her chest, her breathing constricted. Photographing dead bodies and crime scenes was procedural. Photographing a living and breathing victim made Calleigh feel sick. Once finished, she guided Rebekah to the examination table.
“I am going to have a doctor collect a rape kit.” She said, covering Rebekah with a sterile paper sheet.
Rebekah shook her head. “I wasn’t raped.” She whispered.
“Are you sure?” Calleigh asked.
“Pretty sure.”
Calleigh nodded, “We should do a rape kit anyway. Just to make sure.” She walked to the door and poked her head out into the hall, signaling the doctor and nurse to come in.
Rebekah was relieved that they were both women. Not that it made the examination any easier, but somehow, in this instance a woman physician was more comforting.
“I’ll be right outside.” Calleigh said.
Rebekah grabbed Calleigh’s arm before she could leave. “Stay.” She whispered, “Please.”
“Okay.” Calleigh nodded, and stood near Rebekah’s head. She felt tears behind her eyes and blinked rapidly. She did not want to break down in front of Rebekah. Not when the poor young woman needed Calleigh’s strength. She took in a slow deep breath.
Rebekah winced as the doctor began her examination. Calleigh murmured reassurances, not knowing what was worse. The assault, or the examination afterwards.
*****
With the rape kit completed, Calleigh left Rebekah in the room alone for a few minutes while she stepped out into the hallway to speak with Detective Tripp.
“How is she?” Tripp asked, standing up from a bench.
Calleigh sighed. “She’s shell-shocked, and probably has a killer headache from the concussion. I think with some time and therapy, she’ll be all right.”
Tripp nodded, “Rape kit?”
“Was negative, thank goodness.” Calleigh looked at the notebook Tripp was tapping against his other hand. “I’m not sure how much she remembers yet, but go easy on her, will you?”
“Yeah.” He replied, pushing open the exam room door. Rebekah was lying with her head elevated on the examination table. “Hi Rebekah.” He wheeled over a stool to sit down.
“Hey.” She only knew Tripp in passing. The thought of describing her attack to him made her feel awkward and uncomfortable.
“Do you remember what happened to you?” He asked, trying not to stare too hard at the bruising on her face.
She looked at Tripp, clearing her throat to speak. “It’s coming to me in bits and pieces. The doctor said that with the concussion, it may take some time.”
“Of course.” Tripp agreed. “Tell me what you do remember.”
Rebekah shifted her gaze to the ceiling. “I had finished my shift, so I was heading to my car to go home.”
”In the parking garage?” Tripp asked, scribbling down notes in his notepad.
“Yeah." She confirmed.
"Okay, and do you remember anything unusual in the garage before you got into your car?" He asked.
"I don't think so. I wasn't really paying attention." Internally, she was kicking herself for not being more aware of her surroundings, but really, how often would she scope out a garage where she parked her SUV in on a daily basis?
Tripp nodded, pausing in his note writing. "Then what?" He prompted.
"I got into my car. I remember a blindfold being put over my eyes. At first I thought it was my boyfriend, but when he didn’t say anything and I was dragged into the back seat, I knew it wasn’t him.” She sniffled, feeling tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I hit my head pretty hard on something, I’m not sure what. After that things get hazy.”
“What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
“Bryan Drake. Why? Are you going to question him?” She asked.
“We have to. Standard procedure. You know that.” Tripp explained.
“I guess.” Rebekah nodded, wiping a tear from the side of her face before it trickled into her ear.
“Can you remember anything else?”
“My gun.” She wiped another tear away. “The one I carry in my purse? I shot it, but I don’t think I hit anything except my window. It scared him off though because after I fired it he ran.”
“Okay, what kind of gun is it?” Tripp asked, still jotting down notes.
“A .38 revolver. I have a CCW permit.”
“Came in handy then.” Tripp joked, trying to help lighten the mood even though he knew it was probably pointless. For Rebekah’s sake however, Tripp was relieved that the young woman had taken the initiative to get her handgun license. In this case it probably saved her from being raped, or even killed. "Where is the gun now?"
"I...don't know. I can't...I'm sorry." Rebekah shook her head.
“What about his voice? Did he say anything to you?” He gestured with his pen as he spoke.
“No, nothing. Not a word. It was disturbing.” She replied.
“And you never saw anything?”
“No, the blindfold was on really tightly. I was totally blind.” Rebekah sniffed loudly, hoping that Tripp’s questions were almost over.
“What happened after he took off?”
“I...errr...don’t remember the details. I stayed in my car for awhile, no idea for how long, I think I might have passed out.” More tears trickled out of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Tripp said, looking up from his notepad. “Every detail you give me helps. Calleigh said that Horatio found you in the stairwell this morning?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure when or how I got there though. I mean, I must have walked there, I just don’t remember right now.”
Tripp nodded and gave Rebekah a supportive look. “Thanks. Really. I know it’s hard, but this gives us a good place to start.” He closed his notebook. “You know how to reach me if you remember anything else.”
Rebekah sniffed. “Yes, thanks Detective.”
Tripp turned, walking out into the hallway where Calleigh was waiting. “She’s a very lucky woman. I just hope we get some answers for her soon.” He put his notebook inside his jacket pocket. “The first place I would start would be her car.”
“I think Horatio already has someone on it.” Calleigh replied.
He nodded. “You need anything?”
“No, thank you. I think they are keeping her overnight, so I’ll make sure she gets settled and then head back to the lab. Thanks Frank.” Calleigh gave Tripp a grateful smile.
“No problem. See you later.”