Times Square
::Lazy Mod Note::
I WILL fic this up, I swear. But for now, here's the log as I have it.
Bobby has called Mike, and told him Nicole has requested a meeting.
Detective Logan (11:06:15 PM): ::Mike goes to his closet, and digs out the thing he hoped he'd never use. Lenny Briscoe told him all cops had one...a gun. One that left a crime scene. One that wasn't his. Keeping his prints off it, he shoved it in a bag, his former partner's words in his ears. "We all do it, Mikey. Sometimes, the perp...sometimes they need to be armed You keep it, and if you need to...you leave it there. Self-defense, kid,"::
Detective Logan (11:10:08 PM): He'd called out for her, as he got dressed...she was still there...How in the hell was he going to get past her?:: :;He spoke into the phone again::: Bobby....what did Wallace say, exactly? Can we get some of the SVU team, have them stake the place out?
NYPDDet Goren (11:11:24 PM): No..no, she said only us.
Detective Logan (11:12:10 PM): Yeah, she doesn't know what they look like, does she?
Detective Logan (11:12:32 PM): Why me? Why not Eames? ::he kept asking questions, barely waiting for answers:: Goren. She's dangerous, right? You would say dangerous. Approach with caution...Potentially armed?
NYPDDet Goren (11:14:04 PM): ::silence:: Dangerous.
Detective Logan (11:14:09 PM): Say it. Armed. We need to be on the same page, Goren. Her hand moves funny, she twitches...
NYPDDet Goren (11:14:45 PM): Possibly armed. Even if...if it's not nessicarily a gun.
Detective Logan (11:15:42 PM): I am proceeding according to dealing with a dangerous felon. You hear me, Goren?
NYPDDet Goren (11:16:18 PM): Yeah... yeah, I hear you...
Detective Logan (11:16:23 PM): Good. Let's make that damn clear. Where are we meeting, and WHY...Tell me why.
NYPDDet Goren (11:17:53 PM): She obviously wants something. I need to..to find out what.
Detective Logan (11:18:16 PM): Why me, Goren? Why not one of the others...
NYPDDet Goren (11:19:25 PM): She doesn't trust them. Not to say that she trusts us, but.. we are the...top two. According to her. Times Square is too big, I don't think she'll try anything..not this time.
Detective Logan (11:19:49 PM): You sure she's not trying to get me out of the house...::swallows hard::: To get to Millie?
NYPDDet Goren (11:20:15 PM): No, I'm sure. She won't go after Millie like that. That's not her um..her style.
Detective Logan (11:20:45 PM): I'll hold you to that, Bobby. Where do you wanna meet?
NYPDDet Goren (11:22:07 PM): Outside the precinct.
Detective Logan (11:22:17 PM): Right. I’ll see you there. 10:30.
NYPDDet Goren (11:22:45 PM): Right...10:30.
Wallace Nicole (11:24:00 PM): ::Times Square: It is night time, but it's bright, from all the neon. It's a Sunday night, so while there are people around, it's not crowded. The Virgin Atlantic sign glows brightly in the night sky::
Detective Logan (11:26:56 PM): :;Mike is noticeably tense::
NYPDDet Goren (11:28:28 PM): ::fidgety with nervous energy, though doesn't appear to be that much different than the normal energy that he has on a regular basis. looks around the crowd, tilting his head to the side and scanning. oddly quiet::
Detective Logan (11:29:30 PM): ::scowling, looking for Wallace as if he could will her to appear:: This used to be a lot sleazier. I miss that. Kath and I would get stoned and go heckle to porn movies.
Wallace Nicole (11:30:35 PM): ::there is not much of a "crowd" where they are standing....there is a street show of some sort on the other end of the block, and the tourists are gawking over there::
Detective Logan (11:30:57 PM): Fuckin' hell. I'm gonna go bust 'em if they don't have a permit.
NYPDDet Goren (11:31:24 PM): ::raises an eyebrow, looking down at the tourists:: Maybe..we should go look.
Detective Logan (11:31:49 PM): Yeah, it'll get them to move along ::clearly, he's spoiling for a fight, anyway::
Wallace Nicole (11:32:30 PM): ::and then....she is there. Petite, a few blond bangs falling out of a scarf, which she's wrapped around her head. Big sunglasses, despite the night, a bulky purse over her left shoulder...she stands several yards away, looking at
Wallace Nicole (11:32:32 PM): them::
Detective Logan (11:33:27 PM): ::narrows his eyes, and wonders if he's got a clear shot::
Wallace Nicole (11:33:34 PM): ::she reaches across--with her right hand, to her left side, pulling something out of her purse::
Detective Logan (11:33:55 PM): Gun, Bobby, ::he said, softly::
NYPDDet Goren (11:34:18 PM): Wait, don't. Not yet. It's not a gun.
Detective Logan (11:34:24 PM): Reaching in to his shoulder holster, he shouts "DROP IT"
Wallace Nicole (11:34:40 PM): ::she never takes her eyes off of them, even behind the sunglasses, as she continues to reach into her bag::
Detective Logan (11:35:14 PM): ::aims:: I SAID DROP IT!
Wallace Nicole (11:35:43 PM): ::she looks only slightly alarmed, but still fishes around in her purse::
Detective Logan (11:35:59 PM): ::He tenses, and Bobby can tell he’s ready to fire. He’s pulling the trigger::
NYPDDet Goren (11:34:18 PM): No! ::he shoves Mike’s hand downward as the gun goes off, so the gun strikes the woman in the leg instead:
Wallace Nicole (11:37:08 PM): ::she falls to the ground, still fishing in her purse, the bag goes flying, and her sunglasses bounce to the sidewalk::
Detective Logan (11:40:05 PM): advancing on her:: FREEZE. Get Your FUCKING HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NOW!
Wallace Nicole (11:41:07 PM): ::she moans, but stops moving, her eyes closing, a hand up by her head, the other sprawled to the side::
Detective Logan (11:41:34 PM): I SAID ON YOUR HEAD! NOW! NOW!
Wallace Nicole (11:41:59 PM): ::her hands are clearly not moving, and they are free of weapons::
Detective Logan (11:42:24 PM): ::he steps on her head, and flips out the cuffs::
Wallace Nicole (11:42:55 PM): ::she lets out a yelp:: ::if he looks closer, he would see...her nose is long...her hair is a dyed blond::
Wallace Nicole (11:43:03 PM): ::she murmurs:: Rachel....Rachel....
Detective Logan (11:43:43 PM): ::he's cuffing her, and drags her to her feet, screaming her Miranda rights::
Wallace Nicole (11:45:24 PM): ::going unconscious, but before she does, she murmurs again, "Rachel....Rachel...." and then she slumps over::
Detective Logan (11:45:48 PM): ::sees her face.::Fuck. Bobby! ::looks around wildly...knowing Nicole is out there...flips open his phone, hits the emergency buttons:: We need a bus at Times Square, suspect wounded resisting arrest...
NYPDDet Goren (11:55:42 PM): Shit.. ::looks down at the woman, his hand on his weapon and draws it from the holster, also knowing that Nicole is out there:: It's not her. Not her. The fuck.. she's messing with us ::looks around quickly::
Detective Logan (11:56:02 PM): Rachel? Who the fuck is Rachel? Bobby, Look for a woman with a kid.... ::pulls out his badge...::
NYPDDet Goren (11:56:27 PM): Rachel..Rachel Johnson, it's her alias. ::looks at Mike:: What? A kid?
Detective Logan (11:56:46 PM): Nevermind...shit, fuck... ::looks around....
Wallace Nicole (11:57:08 PM): ::the ambulance arrives::
Detective Logan (11:57:22 PM): ::drops to his knees and rips off the scrap, trying to staunch the bleeding::
Wallace Nicole (11:57:55 PM): ::the scarf comes off, and the hair is, as mentioned, dyed blond, and now the roots show. With a closer look, her face is worn, and without the sunglasses, she has a black eye::
NYPDDet Goren (11:58:28 PM): Fuck.. ::paces, watching the crowd, especially among the ones that's gathered from the gunshot::
Wallace Nicole (11:58:56 PM): ::her bag is still on the sidewalk, opened...her wallet is in there, and her phone--whcih is what she was going for--is now on the sidewalk also::
Detective Logan (11:59:02 PM): Lady, ::he mutters,:: A cop tells you to freeze, you freeze.
NYPDDet Goren (11:59:29 PM): ::with a last look at the crowd, walks over and picks up the phone:: You never said police..
Detective Logan (11:59:36 PM): Yeah. I did. Are we clear?
NYPDDet Goren (11:59:55 PM): No you didn't. ::looks at the phone::
Wallace Nicole (12:00:06 AM): ::the phone, if searched, has one number, and one number only in the Address Book::
Wallace Nicole (12:00:11 AM): ::Rachel Johnson::
Detective Logan (12:00:11 AM): Goren. ::glare:: I said, are we *clear*?
NYPDDet Goren (12:01:20 AM): ::distracted, not really paying attention to Mike, looking at the phone instead and looks through the address book:: Clear... Rachel.. ::looks around again, and calls the number::
Detective Logan (12:01:53 AM): I flashed my fucking badge.
NYPDDet Goren (12:02:42 AM): ::long stopped listening, with the phone to his ear, his gun in his other hand, pacing, and watching the crowd carefully:: ..pick up the phone...
Wallace Nicole (12:02:59 AM): ::she answers:: I hope you didn't kill the messenger.
NYPDDet Goren (12:03:41 AM): ::angry:: Nicole. You said that you'd be here. Who is she?
Detective Logan (12:03:58 AM): :;still staunching the bleeding, backs off when the paramedics arrive::
Wallace Nicole (12:04:09 AM): ::laugh:: No one. ::then darker:: She's no one.
NYPDDet Goren (12:04:19 AM): Who the hell is she! Tell me!
Wallace Nicole (12:04:48 AM): You could always ask her...that is...if she's still around to tell you....It *was* Logan, wasn't it? ::relishing this::
Detective Logan (12:05:17 AM): ::puts his gun away::
NYPDDet Goren (12:05:25 AM): ::softer, more in control:: Where are you?
Wallace Nicole (12:07:10 AM): ::she laughs:: Wouldn't you like to know.
NYPDDet Goren (12:09:38 AM): Yes I would. Are you hiding again, behind your little rock, sending our your girlfriends to run your errands for you? Couldn't face us yourself Nicole, are you afraid?
Detective Logan (12:10:15 AM): ::paces around sees Bobby on phone::
Wallace Nicole (12:11:01 AM): This wasn't about me, Bobby. This was about you. About your squad. Very predictable, that Logan.
NYPDDet Goren (12:11:49 AM): Fuck that, Nicole, it's always about you, that's the way you want it.
Detective Logan (12:13:17 AM): Is that her?
NYPDDet Goren (12:13:32 AM): ::glances at Mike and nods::
Wallace Nicole (12:13:33 AM): You're right. It is about me. I made him do what I wanted.
I made you do what I wanted. Are you having fun?
NYPDDet Goren (12:14:17 AM): And what if I told you, you're doing exactly what I wanted.
Wallace Nicole (12:14:38 AM): ::she laughs::
Detective Logan (12:14:38 AM): ::hiss:: Tell her this is on her. I'd do it again in a second.
Wallace Nicole (12:15:03 AM): You’re not the cat this time, Bobby.
NYPDDet Goren (12:15:10 AM): Oh I will be, Nicole.
Wallace Nicole (12:15:18 AM): You hope. And you pray. Every night, when you go to bed, you think of me. Some nights, you don't even sleep.
NYPDDet Goren (12:16:43 AM): You don't have that much of a hold over me. Just because you think you can torment us, doesn't mean that you will not answer for all of this.
Wallace Nicole (12:17:19 AM): ::low, dangerous:: How does it feel, Bobby? Knowing an innocent woman was killed..or was almost killed, depending on if you jumped in to stop Mike--allllll because. of. you. ::click::
Detective Logan (12:18:03 AM): ::still scanning the crowd:: She's here...Somewhere...
NYPDDet Goren (12:18:21 AM): ::stands for a moment and takes the phone away from his ear, staring at it, then resists the urge to throw it on the ground::
Detective Logan (12:18:34 AM): Looks at the building around them, searching the windows for a silhoutte::
NYPDDet Goren (12:21:08 AM): ::looks up, around the crowd and the buildings too, but only for a moment, then paces, gripping the phone in his hand:: It was..it was a trap. It was a fucking trap and we walked right into it. She set us up.
Detective Logan (12:21:30 AM): Yeah, she did. But you *know* she's watching this...
Wallace Nicole (12:21:51 AM): ::the ambulance arrives and paramedics rush out::
Detective Logan (12:21:52 AM): Where is she?
Wallace Nicole (12:22:13 AM): ::Paramedic:: What do we have here?
NYPDDet Goren (12:22:21 AM): ::shakes his head:: Even if she isn't, she knew..
Detective Logan (12:22:36 AM): We got a resister. I told her to freeze, she kept searching for what we assumed was a weapon.
Wallace Nicole (12:24:12 AM): ::they nod and hoist her up onto the stretcher:: Knee injury...she'll be alright, but weak from blood loss...you guys following us to the hospital?
Detective Logan (12:24:34 AM): ::looks at Bobby::
NYPDDet Goren (12:24:36 AM): ::looks up for the first time at the paramedics that he had ignored since the came:: Yes. We need to talk to her when she wakes up.
Detective Logan (12:24:40 AM): One of us should. Ok, both of us then,
NYPDDet Goren (12:28:08 AM): Both of us.
Detective Logan (12:28:23 AM): ::calls home, says he'll be a while::
Wallace Nicole (12:31:37 AM): ::at the hospital, the woman, who is a Jane Doe, as there was no ID on her, has regained consciousness, and is in a hospital bed::
Detective Logan (12:32:27 AM): ::stands back, and lets Bobby take the first shot at her::
NYPDDet Goren (12:33:14 AM): ::holds up his badge:: I'm Detective Goren, this is Detective Logan, Major Case Squad. We're um.. we're sorry about what happened. Could you give us your name?
Wallace Nicole (12:38:10 AM): ::she looks at him, fearful:: You're...police?
NYPDDet Goren (12:38:50 AM): Yes..police. Could you tell us your name please?
Wallace Nicole (12:39:17 AM): You can't be police...Rachel said...no...::alarmed::
NYPDDet Goren (12:39:36 AM): Wait.. What..what did Rachel say?
Wallace Nicole (12:41:14 AM): She said...she said to meet her in Times Square...near Virgin Atlantic...she told me...her husband beat her...that he was sending
Wallace Nicole (12:41:21 AM): men after her...that if I saw...saw anyone...who....she said to call her..."Make sure you put your phone in your purse..."
Wallace Nicole (12:41:27 AM): ...that's what she said....
Detective Logan (12:42:04 AM): Right. Do you usually react that way when a cop yells "Freeze?"
Wallace Nicole (12:43:02 AM): ::she blinks at him:: You didn't say you were a cop...you had a gun...she *told* me that would happen....that there were two men..who looked like you...who would come...who her husband would send for her
NYPDDet Goren (12:43:15 AM): Ok.. ::shifts around a little on his feet and scratches the back of his head:: Where did you-... how do you know..Rachel?
Detective Logan (12:43:27 AM): I do beleive I said "Cop." You're confused.
Wallace Nicole (12:43:53 AM): :;she shakes her head:: No...no you didn't....::she is very fragile looking at this point::
Detective Logan (12:45:12 AM): ::looks at Bobby::
Wallace Nicole (12:45:27 AM): ::she didnt hear Bobby's question::
NYPDDet Goren (12:45:36 AM): ::holds up a hand:: Look, let's..let's focus on one thing at a time. How did you know Rachel?
Wallace Nicole (12:46:29 AM): ::she blinks, as though it should be obvious:: She's my friend.
NYPDDet Goren (12:46:40 AM): From where?
Wallace Nicole (12:47:28 AM): From the shelter. She used to be in an abusive marriage, like me....she got out...but her husband still bothers her sometimes. But now she helps women like me at the shelter. She serves soup and things like that.
Detective Logan (12:48:06 AM): ::rolls his eyes::
NYPDDet Goren (12:48:21 AM): ::nods:: Ok..which shelter?
Wallace Nicole (12:49:28 AM): It's in Queens...but she doesn't come any more...because of her husband...she's been having to hide from him...I just meet her places...
NYPDDet Goren (12:49:58 AM): ::tilts his head to the side:: Did...did she tell you the name of her husband?
Wallace Nicole (12:51:00 AM): ::she blinks:: Robert. She said his name was Robert.
Detective Logan (12:51:52 AM): Nice. ::pacing, frustrated::
NYPDDet Goren (12:53:11 AM): Ah, yes.. ::looks around the room, with a small bitter smile:: Of course. ::looks back at the woman:: Miss.. what is your name again?
Wallace Nicole (12:54:19 AM): Laurie...Laurie Davenport...please...you really are the police?
Detective Logan (12:54:48 AM): ::flips out a badge:::
NYPDDet Goren (12:54:56 AM): Yes. Yes we are. Do you..have any way of getting in contact with Rachel?
Wallace Nicole (12:55:21 AM): But she...::she looks very confused, helpless, and overwhelmed:: Why would she....?
Detective Logan (12:55:34 AM): She was setting you up. She wanted us to think you were her. This outfit of yours...her idea?
Wallace Nicole (12:57:14 AM): ::she starts to cry:: She's my friend...she told me....::she looks at Bobby, with pleading eyes::
NYPDDet Goren (12:57:50 AM): ::nods a little, sympathetically:: What did she tell you? That..we were her husband's men? That's all?
Wallace Nicole (12:58:22 AM): ...and she told me she was my friend....she met me right after I finally...was able to go to the shelter...she said she would help me....I don't have any other friends...
Detective Logan (12:58:52 AM): ::finally, he sits down, sinking his head into his hands::
NYPDDet Goren (12:59:10 AM): When did you first meet her?
Wallace Nicole (12:59:27 AM): Three months ago...
NYPDDet Goren (1:01:50 AM): Did she um.. what did she tell you, about where she was staying, any of that?
Wallace Nicole (1:02:20 AM): No...I always met her places...she said it wasn't safe otherwise ::she tries not to cry:: She used me...why? why did she use me? Why did your partner look at me like I'm a complete idiot?"
Detective Logan (1:06:37 AM): Lady, when a cop tells you to freeze, you freeze!
Wallace Nicole (1:07:07 AM): ::she looks at him, and shrinks, obviously afraid:: You *didn't* say you were a cop...
NYPDDet Goren (1:07:35 AM): ::glances at Mike, slight warning tone:: Mike.. leave it for a moment, ok?
NYPDDet Goren (1:12:27 AM): ::turns back to Laurie:: Ok. Where did you meet her normally...what kind of places? Where were they?
Detective Logan (1:12:58 AM): ::Mike's hands runs though his hair, and he's withdrawn back into himself::
Wallace Nicole (1:13:35 AM): ::she shrugs:: Coffee shops...why...why did Rachel do this?
NYPDDet Goren (1:14:24 AM): She's..not who she says she is.
Wallace Nicole (1:15:29 AM): ::she looks at him desperately:: Who is she?
NYPDDet Goren (1:16:04 AM): ::scratches the back of his head uncomfortably:: I can't tell you..
Wallace Nicole (1:19:31 AM): ::she closes her eyes::
Detective Logan (1:19:32 AM): Why not? Let her know what kind of monster used her.
NYPDDet Goren (1:19:54 AM): She doesn't...need to know. It's better. Trust me.
Wallace Nicole (1:22:05 AM): ::she looks at Logan, fearfully::
Detective Logan (1:22:52 AM): ::looks up, the force of what Wallace had tricked him into doing written all over his face::
Wallace Nicole (1:25:32 AM): Why did you....why did you shoot me?....aside from the fact that you thought I was resisting arrest?
NYPDDet Goren (1:25:51 AM): We thought you were her.
Wallace Nicole (1:26:05 AM): You...but...I don't look anything like her.
Detective Logan (1:26:09 AM): Which is what she wanted. The glasses, the hair...
NYPDDet Goren (1:26:22 AM): When did you dye your hair?
Wallace Nicole (1:26:39 AM): ::she puts her hands to her head:: I don't understand...my hair? I...a couple months ago...right after i met her.
NYPDDet Goren (1:26:53 AM): After you met her? Why?
Wallace Nicole (1:29:27 AM): She said it would help my husband not to recognize me...she said...I would look pretty with blond hair...
Detective Logan (1:33:08 AM): She played you. She played all of us.
Wallace Nicole (1:33:26 AM): ::she hugs herself, looking small and child-like::
NYPDDet Goren (1:34:01 AM): Ok..Miss Davenport, that's all the questions we have, unless... ::turns to Mike:: Did you think of anything else?
Detective Logan (1:34:29 AM): No. She *knew* what this would do to you, and she didn't care.: ::to her, not Bobby::
Wallace Nicole (1:35:20 AM): ::his words make her crumple, shaking and holding herself. She has no one else to hold her, no one else to care::
NYPDDet Goren (1:40:14 AM): ::sighs softly:: Miss Davenport.. none of this was your fault. She dragged you into this...this is what she does. I'm very sorry about what happened.
Detective Logan (1:41:02 AM): *You're* sorry?
NYPDDet Goren (1:42:20 AM): And you're sorry too, right Mike?
Detective Logan (1:42:46 AM): What the hell kinda question is that? I shoot a victim, I'm supposed to be happy about it? Who gave you that shiner, anyhow?
Wallace Nicole (1:44:01 AM): ::she looks away, embarrassed::
NYPDDet Goren (1:44:22 AM): ::softly:: Miss Davenport? Who hit you?
Wallace Nicole (1:45:15 AM): ::quietly:: My husband...he found me...last week...I was meeting Rachel...and he intercepted me along the way....
Detective Logan (1:45:41 AM): Yeah. Look. ::scribbles a number:: Here. That's a detective, Frankie Silvera. She does this kind of thing. Let a *normal* person help you.
Wallace Nicole (1:47:13 AM): ::she takes it::
Detective Logan (1:47:45 AM): You tell her we sent you, she'll make it a priority.
Wallace Nicole (1:47:51 AM): Okay...
Detective Logan (1:48:43 AM): Your buddy, Rachel? She's rotten, rotten to the core.
NYPDDet Goren (1:49:21 AM): If she contacts you again...she probably won't, but in case she does ::hands over his card:: Please, call me.
Detective Logan (1:49:25 AM): And she's good at fooling people. Look, lady - Laurie.
Wallace Nicole (2:03:28 AM): ::she looks at him::
Detective Logan (2:03:33 AM): If it's any consolation.... She's been threatening people. A lot of helpless, vulnerable people. Kids. Rape victims...::small choke:: Babies. And she threw you at us because she knows how bad we wanna stop her. You got a lousy deal.
Wallace Nicole (2:04:55 AM): ::quietly:: I'm sorry...
Detective Logan (2:05:04 AM): It wasn't your fault at ALL. That's what she does. She hits you where you live. You call Frankie, she'll get you to a group...where people DO care.
Wallace Nicole (2:05:45 AM): ::she closed her eyes:: please...I'd like to be alone... ::she curled up on the bed, helpless and defeated::
Detective Logan (2:06:07 AM): I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did this to you. ::he leaves::
NYPDDet Goren (2:08:25 AM): Miss Davenport.. If you do call the number he gave you, it will help. And..and if not, then...call mine. When this is over, I can speak with you about it. At the moment..I want to keep it quiet.
Wallace Nicole (2:08:42 AM): ::she nods:: PLease...I just...I need to be alone.
NYPDDet Goren (2:10:30 AM): ::nods:: Ok.. just as long as you realize that...this wasn't your fault. You didn't bring this on yourself.
Wallace Nicole (2:10:56 AM): ::she hugs herself, looking for all the world as alone as could be:: Yes, I did.
NYPDDet Goren (2:11:05 AM): How?
Wallace Nicole (2:11:45 AM): I should never have left him...never have gone there...he told me...I would regret leaving him....that I would be sorry...
NYPDDet Goren (2:13:03 AM): Which..he told you to make you feel this way right now when you did leave.
Wallace Nicole (2:13:44 AM): ...but he was right.....::she looks up at him, tearfully:: Please, just go.
NYPDDet Goren (2:14:16 AM): ::shakes his head:: He wasn't right.
Wallace Nicole (2:14:34 AM): he siad I would have nobody...he was right.
NYPDDet Goren (2:16:00 AM): You happened to...to chance on someone who takes advantage of anyone she can. But there are people willing to help you.
Wallace Nicole (2:16:26 AM): ..it doesn't matter.
NYPDDet Goren (2:16:43 AM): Why?
Wallace Nicole (2:17:42 AM): ...I have no one, nothing, it doesn't matter
NYPDDet Goren (2:24:01 AM): Laurie.. ::puts his hand on her shoulder:: It does matter, ok?
Wallace Nicole (2:24:43 AM): How can it? No one...no one cares...and I don't blame them
NYPDDet Goren (2:26:37 AM): People..do care.
Wallace Nicole (2:27:10 AM): My husband? Rachel? Even...you guys....you want your case solved...Det Logan could barely stand to look at me...I understand that...
NYPDDet Goren (2:30:51 AM): Yes, we want our case solved, but... we care. ::leans forward and hugs her:: Believe me, we care.
Wallace Nicole (2:31:28 AM): ::she is shocked at genuine compassion and she clings to him a bit, sobbing::
NYPDDet Goren (2:32:38 AM): ::rubs her back with one hand soothingly:: People do care about you. And they'll help.
Wallace Nicole (2:33:23 AM): ::she breaks away from him:: Thank you.
NYPDDet Goren (2:34:23 AM): ::stands up straight again:: You don't need to thank me um.. just...call Frankie. And if you need to, call me. Good night, Miss Davenport.
Wallace Nicole :Thank you, Det. Goren. ::she looks a bit hopeful as he leaves::
I WILL fic this up, I swear. But for now, here's the log as I have it.
Bobby has called Mike, and told him Nicole has requested a meeting.
Detective Logan (11:06:15 PM): ::Mike goes to his closet, and digs out the thing he hoped he'd never use. Lenny Briscoe told him all cops had one...a gun. One that left a crime scene. One that wasn't his. Keeping his prints off it, he shoved it in a bag, his former partner's words in his ears. "We all do it, Mikey. Sometimes, the perp...sometimes they need to be armed You keep it, and if you need to...you leave it there. Self-defense, kid,"::
Detective Logan (11:10:08 PM): He'd called out for her, as he got dressed...she was still there...How in the hell was he going to get past her?:: :;He spoke into the phone again::: Bobby....what did Wallace say, exactly? Can we get some of the SVU team, have them stake the place out?
NYPDDet Goren (11:11:24 PM): No..no, she said only us.
Detective Logan (11:12:10 PM): Yeah, she doesn't know what they look like, does she?
Detective Logan (11:12:32 PM): Why me? Why not Eames? ::he kept asking questions, barely waiting for answers:: Goren. She's dangerous, right? You would say dangerous. Approach with caution...Potentially armed?
NYPDDet Goren (11:14:04 PM): ::silence:: Dangerous.
Detective Logan (11:14:09 PM): Say it. Armed. We need to be on the same page, Goren. Her hand moves funny, she twitches...
NYPDDet Goren (11:14:45 PM): Possibly armed. Even if...if it's not nessicarily a gun.
Detective Logan (11:15:42 PM): I am proceeding according to dealing with a dangerous felon. You hear me, Goren?
NYPDDet Goren (11:16:18 PM): Yeah... yeah, I hear you...
Detective Logan (11:16:23 PM): Good. Let's make that damn clear. Where are we meeting, and WHY...Tell me why.
NYPDDet Goren (11:17:53 PM): She obviously wants something. I need to..to find out what.
Detective Logan (11:18:16 PM): Why me, Goren? Why not one of the others...
NYPDDet Goren (11:19:25 PM): She doesn't trust them. Not to say that she trusts us, but.. we are the...top two. According to her. Times Square is too big, I don't think she'll try anything..not this time.
Detective Logan (11:19:49 PM): You sure she's not trying to get me out of the house...::swallows hard::: To get to Millie?
NYPDDet Goren (11:20:15 PM): No, I'm sure. She won't go after Millie like that. That's not her um..her style.
Detective Logan (11:20:45 PM): I'll hold you to that, Bobby. Where do you wanna meet?
NYPDDet Goren (11:22:07 PM): Outside the precinct.
Detective Logan (11:22:17 PM): Right. I’ll see you there. 10:30.
NYPDDet Goren (11:22:45 PM): Right...10:30.
Wallace Nicole (11:24:00 PM): ::Times Square: It is night time, but it's bright, from all the neon. It's a Sunday night, so while there are people around, it's not crowded. The Virgin Atlantic sign glows brightly in the night sky::
Detective Logan (11:26:56 PM): :;Mike is noticeably tense::
NYPDDet Goren (11:28:28 PM): ::fidgety with nervous energy, though doesn't appear to be that much different than the normal energy that he has on a regular basis. looks around the crowd, tilting his head to the side and scanning. oddly quiet::
Detective Logan (11:29:30 PM): ::scowling, looking for Wallace as if he could will her to appear:: This used to be a lot sleazier. I miss that. Kath and I would get stoned and go heckle to porn movies.
Wallace Nicole (11:30:35 PM): ::there is not much of a "crowd" where they are standing....there is a street show of some sort on the other end of the block, and the tourists are gawking over there::
Detective Logan (11:30:57 PM): Fuckin' hell. I'm gonna go bust 'em if they don't have a permit.
NYPDDet Goren (11:31:24 PM): ::raises an eyebrow, looking down at the tourists:: Maybe..we should go look.
Detective Logan (11:31:49 PM): Yeah, it'll get them to move along ::clearly, he's spoiling for a fight, anyway::
Wallace Nicole (11:32:30 PM): ::and then....she is there. Petite, a few blond bangs falling out of a scarf, which she's wrapped around her head. Big sunglasses, despite the night, a bulky purse over her left shoulder...she stands several yards away, looking at
Wallace Nicole (11:32:32 PM): them::
Detective Logan (11:33:27 PM): ::narrows his eyes, and wonders if he's got a clear shot::
Wallace Nicole (11:33:34 PM): ::she reaches across--with her right hand, to her left side, pulling something out of her purse::
Detective Logan (11:33:55 PM): Gun, Bobby, ::he said, softly::
NYPDDet Goren (11:34:18 PM): Wait, don't. Not yet. It's not a gun.
Detective Logan (11:34:24 PM): Reaching in to his shoulder holster, he shouts "DROP IT"
Wallace Nicole (11:34:40 PM): ::she never takes her eyes off of them, even behind the sunglasses, as she continues to reach into her bag::
Detective Logan (11:35:14 PM): ::aims:: I SAID DROP IT!
Wallace Nicole (11:35:43 PM): ::she looks only slightly alarmed, but still fishes around in her purse::
Detective Logan (11:35:59 PM): ::He tenses, and Bobby can tell he’s ready to fire. He’s pulling the trigger::
NYPDDet Goren (11:34:18 PM): No! ::he shoves Mike’s hand downward as the gun goes off, so the gun strikes the woman in the leg instead:
Wallace Nicole (11:37:08 PM): ::she falls to the ground, still fishing in her purse, the bag goes flying, and her sunglasses bounce to the sidewalk::
Detective Logan (11:40:05 PM): advancing on her:: FREEZE. Get Your FUCKING HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NOW!
Wallace Nicole (11:41:07 PM): ::she moans, but stops moving, her eyes closing, a hand up by her head, the other sprawled to the side::
Detective Logan (11:41:34 PM): I SAID ON YOUR HEAD! NOW! NOW!
Wallace Nicole (11:41:59 PM): ::her hands are clearly not moving, and they are free of weapons::
Detective Logan (11:42:24 PM): ::he steps on her head, and flips out the cuffs::
Wallace Nicole (11:42:55 PM): ::she lets out a yelp:: ::if he looks closer, he would see...her nose is long...her hair is a dyed blond::
Wallace Nicole (11:43:03 PM): ::she murmurs:: Rachel....Rachel....
Detective Logan (11:43:43 PM): ::he's cuffing her, and drags her to her feet, screaming her Miranda rights::
Wallace Nicole (11:45:24 PM): ::going unconscious, but before she does, she murmurs again, "Rachel....Rachel...." and then she slumps over::
Detective Logan (11:45:48 PM): ::sees her face.::Fuck. Bobby! ::looks around wildly...knowing Nicole is out there...flips open his phone, hits the emergency buttons:: We need a bus at Times Square, suspect wounded resisting arrest...
NYPDDet Goren (11:55:42 PM): Shit.. ::looks down at the woman, his hand on his weapon and draws it from the holster, also knowing that Nicole is out there:: It's not her. Not her. The fuck.. she's messing with us ::looks around quickly::
Detective Logan (11:56:02 PM): Rachel? Who the fuck is Rachel? Bobby, Look for a woman with a kid.... ::pulls out his badge...::
NYPDDet Goren (11:56:27 PM): Rachel..Rachel Johnson, it's her alias. ::looks at Mike:: What? A kid?
Detective Logan (11:56:46 PM): Nevermind...shit, fuck... ::looks around....
Wallace Nicole (11:57:08 PM): ::the ambulance arrives::
Detective Logan (11:57:22 PM): ::drops to his knees and rips off the scrap, trying to staunch the bleeding::
Wallace Nicole (11:57:55 PM): ::the scarf comes off, and the hair is, as mentioned, dyed blond, and now the roots show. With a closer look, her face is worn, and without the sunglasses, she has a black eye::
NYPDDet Goren (11:58:28 PM): Fuck.. ::paces, watching the crowd, especially among the ones that's gathered from the gunshot::
Wallace Nicole (11:58:56 PM): ::her bag is still on the sidewalk, opened...her wallet is in there, and her phone--whcih is what she was going for--is now on the sidewalk also::
Detective Logan (11:59:02 PM): Lady, ::he mutters,:: A cop tells you to freeze, you freeze.
NYPDDet Goren (11:59:29 PM): ::with a last look at the crowd, walks over and picks up the phone:: You never said police..
Detective Logan (11:59:36 PM): Yeah. I did. Are we clear?
NYPDDet Goren (11:59:55 PM): No you didn't. ::looks at the phone::
Wallace Nicole (12:00:06 AM): ::the phone, if searched, has one number, and one number only in the Address Book::
Wallace Nicole (12:00:11 AM): ::Rachel Johnson::
Detective Logan (12:00:11 AM): Goren. ::glare:: I said, are we *clear*?
NYPDDet Goren (12:01:20 AM): ::distracted, not really paying attention to Mike, looking at the phone instead and looks through the address book:: Clear... Rachel.. ::looks around again, and calls the number::
Detective Logan (12:01:53 AM): I flashed my fucking badge.
NYPDDet Goren (12:02:42 AM): ::long stopped listening, with the phone to his ear, his gun in his other hand, pacing, and watching the crowd carefully:: ..pick up the phone...
Wallace Nicole (12:02:59 AM): ::she answers:: I hope you didn't kill the messenger.
NYPDDet Goren (12:03:41 AM): ::angry:: Nicole. You said that you'd be here. Who is she?
Detective Logan (12:03:58 AM): :;still staunching the bleeding, backs off when the paramedics arrive::
Wallace Nicole (12:04:09 AM): ::laugh:: No one. ::then darker:: She's no one.
NYPDDet Goren (12:04:19 AM): Who the hell is she! Tell me!
Wallace Nicole (12:04:48 AM): You could always ask her...that is...if she's still around to tell you....It *was* Logan, wasn't it? ::relishing this::
Detective Logan (12:05:17 AM): ::puts his gun away::
NYPDDet Goren (12:05:25 AM): ::softer, more in control:: Where are you?
Wallace Nicole (12:07:10 AM): ::she laughs:: Wouldn't you like to know.
NYPDDet Goren (12:09:38 AM): Yes I would. Are you hiding again, behind your little rock, sending our your girlfriends to run your errands for you? Couldn't face us yourself Nicole, are you afraid?
Detective Logan (12:10:15 AM): ::paces around sees Bobby on phone::
Wallace Nicole (12:11:01 AM): This wasn't about me, Bobby. This was about you. About your squad. Very predictable, that Logan.
NYPDDet Goren (12:11:49 AM): Fuck that, Nicole, it's always about you, that's the way you want it.
Detective Logan (12:13:17 AM): Is that her?
NYPDDet Goren (12:13:32 AM): ::glances at Mike and nods::
Wallace Nicole (12:13:33 AM): You're right. It is about me. I made him do what I wanted.
I made you do what I wanted. Are you having fun?
NYPDDet Goren (12:14:17 AM): And what if I told you, you're doing exactly what I wanted.
Wallace Nicole (12:14:38 AM): ::she laughs::
Detective Logan (12:14:38 AM): ::hiss:: Tell her this is on her. I'd do it again in a second.
Wallace Nicole (12:15:03 AM): You’re not the cat this time, Bobby.
NYPDDet Goren (12:15:10 AM): Oh I will be, Nicole.
Wallace Nicole (12:15:18 AM): You hope. And you pray. Every night, when you go to bed, you think of me. Some nights, you don't even sleep.
NYPDDet Goren (12:16:43 AM): You don't have that much of a hold over me. Just because you think you can torment us, doesn't mean that you will not answer for all of this.
Wallace Nicole (12:17:19 AM): ::low, dangerous:: How does it feel, Bobby? Knowing an innocent woman was killed..or was almost killed, depending on if you jumped in to stop Mike--allllll because. of. you. ::click::
Detective Logan (12:18:03 AM): ::still scanning the crowd:: She's here...Somewhere...
NYPDDet Goren (12:18:21 AM): ::stands for a moment and takes the phone away from his ear, staring at it, then resists the urge to throw it on the ground::
Detective Logan (12:18:34 AM): Looks at the building around them, searching the windows for a silhoutte::
NYPDDet Goren (12:21:08 AM): ::looks up, around the crowd and the buildings too, but only for a moment, then paces, gripping the phone in his hand:: It was..it was a trap. It was a fucking trap and we walked right into it. She set us up.
Detective Logan (12:21:30 AM): Yeah, she did. But you *know* she's watching this...
Wallace Nicole (12:21:51 AM): ::the ambulance arrives and paramedics rush out::
Detective Logan (12:21:52 AM): Where is she?
Wallace Nicole (12:22:13 AM): ::Paramedic:: What do we have here?
NYPDDet Goren (12:22:21 AM): ::shakes his head:: Even if she isn't, she knew..
Detective Logan (12:22:36 AM): We got a resister. I told her to freeze, she kept searching for what we assumed was a weapon.
Wallace Nicole (12:24:12 AM): ::they nod and hoist her up onto the stretcher:: Knee injury...she'll be alright, but weak from blood loss...you guys following us to the hospital?
Detective Logan (12:24:34 AM): ::looks at Bobby::
NYPDDet Goren (12:24:36 AM): ::looks up for the first time at the paramedics that he had ignored since the came:: Yes. We need to talk to her when she wakes up.
Detective Logan (12:24:40 AM): One of us should. Ok, both of us then,
NYPDDet Goren (12:28:08 AM): Both of us.
Detective Logan (12:28:23 AM): ::calls home, says he'll be a while::
Wallace Nicole (12:31:37 AM): ::at the hospital, the woman, who is a Jane Doe, as there was no ID on her, has regained consciousness, and is in a hospital bed::
Detective Logan (12:32:27 AM): ::stands back, and lets Bobby take the first shot at her::
NYPDDet Goren (12:33:14 AM): ::holds up his badge:: I'm Detective Goren, this is Detective Logan, Major Case Squad. We're um.. we're sorry about what happened. Could you give us your name?
Wallace Nicole (12:38:10 AM): ::she looks at him, fearful:: You're...police?
NYPDDet Goren (12:38:50 AM): Yes..police. Could you tell us your name please?
Wallace Nicole (12:39:17 AM): You can't be police...Rachel said...no...::alarmed::
NYPDDet Goren (12:39:36 AM): Wait.. What..what did Rachel say?
Wallace Nicole (12:41:14 AM): She said...she said to meet her in Times Square...near Virgin Atlantic...she told me...her husband beat her...that he was sending
Wallace Nicole (12:41:21 AM): men after her...that if I saw...saw anyone...who....she said to call her..."Make sure you put your phone in your purse..."
Wallace Nicole (12:41:27 AM): ...that's what she said....
Detective Logan (12:42:04 AM): Right. Do you usually react that way when a cop yells "Freeze?"
Wallace Nicole (12:43:02 AM): ::she blinks at him:: You didn't say you were a cop...you had a gun...she *told* me that would happen....that there were two men..who looked like you...who would come...who her husband would send for her
NYPDDet Goren (12:43:15 AM): Ok.. ::shifts around a little on his feet and scratches the back of his head:: Where did you-... how do you know..Rachel?
Detective Logan (12:43:27 AM): I do beleive I said "Cop." You're confused.
Wallace Nicole (12:43:53 AM): :;she shakes her head:: No...no you didn't....::she is very fragile looking at this point::
Detective Logan (12:45:12 AM): ::looks at Bobby::
Wallace Nicole (12:45:27 AM): ::she didnt hear Bobby's question::
NYPDDet Goren (12:45:36 AM): ::holds up a hand:: Look, let's..let's focus on one thing at a time. How did you know Rachel?
Wallace Nicole (12:46:29 AM): ::she blinks, as though it should be obvious:: She's my friend.
NYPDDet Goren (12:46:40 AM): From where?
Wallace Nicole (12:47:28 AM): From the shelter. She used to be in an abusive marriage, like me....she got out...but her husband still bothers her sometimes. But now she helps women like me at the shelter. She serves soup and things like that.
Detective Logan (12:48:06 AM): ::rolls his eyes::
NYPDDet Goren (12:48:21 AM): ::nods:: Ok..which shelter?
Wallace Nicole (12:49:28 AM): It's in Queens...but she doesn't come any more...because of her husband...she's been having to hide from him...I just meet her places...
NYPDDet Goren (12:49:58 AM): ::tilts his head to the side:: Did...did she tell you the name of her husband?
Wallace Nicole (12:51:00 AM): ::she blinks:: Robert. She said his name was Robert.
Detective Logan (12:51:52 AM): Nice. ::pacing, frustrated::
NYPDDet Goren (12:53:11 AM): Ah, yes.. ::looks around the room, with a small bitter smile:: Of course. ::looks back at the woman:: Miss.. what is your name again?
Wallace Nicole (12:54:19 AM): Laurie...Laurie Davenport...please...you really are the police?
Detective Logan (12:54:48 AM): ::flips out a badge:::
NYPDDet Goren (12:54:56 AM): Yes. Yes we are. Do you..have any way of getting in contact with Rachel?
Wallace Nicole (12:55:21 AM): But she...::she looks very confused, helpless, and overwhelmed:: Why would she....?
Detective Logan (12:55:34 AM): She was setting you up. She wanted us to think you were her. This outfit of yours...her idea?
Wallace Nicole (12:57:14 AM): ::she starts to cry:: She's my friend...she told me....::she looks at Bobby, with pleading eyes::
NYPDDet Goren (12:57:50 AM): ::nods a little, sympathetically:: What did she tell you? That..we were her husband's men? That's all?
Wallace Nicole (12:58:22 AM): ...and she told me she was my friend....she met me right after I finally...was able to go to the shelter...she said she would help me....I don't have any other friends...
Detective Logan (12:58:52 AM): ::finally, he sits down, sinking his head into his hands::
NYPDDet Goren (12:59:10 AM): When did you first meet her?
Wallace Nicole (12:59:27 AM): Three months ago...
NYPDDet Goren (1:01:50 AM): Did she um.. what did she tell you, about where she was staying, any of that?
Wallace Nicole (1:02:20 AM): No...I always met her places...she said it wasn't safe otherwise ::she tries not to cry:: She used me...why? why did she use me? Why did your partner look at me like I'm a complete idiot?"
Detective Logan (1:06:37 AM): Lady, when a cop tells you to freeze, you freeze!
Wallace Nicole (1:07:07 AM): ::she looks at him, and shrinks, obviously afraid:: You *didn't* say you were a cop...
NYPDDet Goren (1:07:35 AM): ::glances at Mike, slight warning tone:: Mike.. leave it for a moment, ok?
NYPDDet Goren (1:12:27 AM): ::turns back to Laurie:: Ok. Where did you meet her normally...what kind of places? Where were they?
Detective Logan (1:12:58 AM): ::Mike's hands runs though his hair, and he's withdrawn back into himself::
Wallace Nicole (1:13:35 AM): ::she shrugs:: Coffee shops...why...why did Rachel do this?
NYPDDet Goren (1:14:24 AM): She's..not who she says she is.
Wallace Nicole (1:15:29 AM): ::she looks at him desperately:: Who is she?
NYPDDet Goren (1:16:04 AM): ::scratches the back of his head uncomfortably:: I can't tell you..
Wallace Nicole (1:19:31 AM): ::she closes her eyes::
Detective Logan (1:19:32 AM): Why not? Let her know what kind of monster used her.
NYPDDet Goren (1:19:54 AM): She doesn't...need to know. It's better. Trust me.
Wallace Nicole (1:22:05 AM): ::she looks at Logan, fearfully::
Detective Logan (1:22:52 AM): ::looks up, the force of what Wallace had tricked him into doing written all over his face::
Wallace Nicole (1:25:32 AM): Why did you....why did you shoot me?....aside from the fact that you thought I was resisting arrest?
NYPDDet Goren (1:25:51 AM): We thought you were her.
Wallace Nicole (1:26:05 AM): You...but...I don't look anything like her.
Detective Logan (1:26:09 AM): Which is what she wanted. The glasses, the hair...
NYPDDet Goren (1:26:22 AM): When did you dye your hair?
Wallace Nicole (1:26:39 AM): ::she puts her hands to her head:: I don't understand...my hair? I...a couple months ago...right after i met her.
NYPDDet Goren (1:26:53 AM): After you met her? Why?
Wallace Nicole (1:29:27 AM): She said it would help my husband not to recognize me...she said...I would look pretty with blond hair...
Detective Logan (1:33:08 AM): She played you. She played all of us.
Wallace Nicole (1:33:26 AM): ::she hugs herself, looking small and child-like::
NYPDDet Goren (1:34:01 AM): Ok..Miss Davenport, that's all the questions we have, unless... ::turns to Mike:: Did you think of anything else?
Detective Logan (1:34:29 AM): No. She *knew* what this would do to you, and she didn't care.: ::to her, not Bobby::
Wallace Nicole (1:35:20 AM): ::his words make her crumple, shaking and holding herself. She has no one else to hold her, no one else to care::
NYPDDet Goren (1:40:14 AM): ::sighs softly:: Miss Davenport.. none of this was your fault. She dragged you into this...this is what she does. I'm very sorry about what happened.
Detective Logan (1:41:02 AM): *You're* sorry?
NYPDDet Goren (1:42:20 AM): And you're sorry too, right Mike?
Detective Logan (1:42:46 AM): What the hell kinda question is that? I shoot a victim, I'm supposed to be happy about it? Who gave you that shiner, anyhow?
Wallace Nicole (1:44:01 AM): ::she looks away, embarrassed::
NYPDDet Goren (1:44:22 AM): ::softly:: Miss Davenport? Who hit you?
Wallace Nicole (1:45:15 AM): ::quietly:: My husband...he found me...last week...I was meeting Rachel...and he intercepted me along the way....
Detective Logan (1:45:41 AM): Yeah. Look. ::scribbles a number:: Here. That's a detective, Frankie Silvera. She does this kind of thing. Let a *normal* person help you.
Wallace Nicole (1:47:13 AM): ::she takes it::
Detective Logan (1:47:45 AM): You tell her we sent you, she'll make it a priority.
Wallace Nicole (1:47:51 AM): Okay...
Detective Logan (1:48:43 AM): Your buddy, Rachel? She's rotten, rotten to the core.
NYPDDet Goren (1:49:21 AM): If she contacts you again...she probably won't, but in case she does ::hands over his card:: Please, call me.
Detective Logan (1:49:25 AM): And she's good at fooling people. Look, lady - Laurie.
Wallace Nicole (2:03:28 AM): ::she looks at him::
Detective Logan (2:03:33 AM): If it's any consolation.... She's been threatening people. A lot of helpless, vulnerable people. Kids. Rape victims...::small choke:: Babies. And she threw you at us because she knows how bad we wanna stop her. You got a lousy deal.
Wallace Nicole (2:04:55 AM): ::quietly:: I'm sorry...
Detective Logan (2:05:04 AM): It wasn't your fault at ALL. That's what she does. She hits you where you live. You call Frankie, she'll get you to a group...where people DO care.
Wallace Nicole (2:05:45 AM): ::she closed her eyes:: please...I'd like to be alone... ::she curled up on the bed, helpless and defeated::
Detective Logan (2:06:07 AM): I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did this to you. ::he leaves::
NYPDDet Goren (2:08:25 AM): Miss Davenport.. If you do call the number he gave you, it will help. And..and if not, then...call mine. When this is over, I can speak with you about it. At the moment..I want to keep it quiet.
Wallace Nicole (2:08:42 AM): ::she nods:: PLease...I just...I need to be alone.
NYPDDet Goren (2:10:30 AM): ::nods:: Ok.. just as long as you realize that...this wasn't your fault. You didn't bring this on yourself.
Wallace Nicole (2:10:56 AM): ::she hugs herself, looking for all the world as alone as could be:: Yes, I did.
NYPDDet Goren (2:11:05 AM): How?
Wallace Nicole (2:11:45 AM): I should never have left him...never have gone there...he told me...I would regret leaving him....that I would be sorry...
NYPDDet Goren (2:13:03 AM): Which..he told you to make you feel this way right now when you did leave.
Wallace Nicole (2:13:44 AM): ...but he was right.....::she looks up at him, tearfully:: Please, just go.
NYPDDet Goren (2:14:16 AM): ::shakes his head:: He wasn't right.
Wallace Nicole (2:14:34 AM): he siad I would have nobody...he was right.
NYPDDet Goren (2:16:00 AM): You happened to...to chance on someone who takes advantage of anyone she can. But there are people willing to help you.
Wallace Nicole (2:16:26 AM): ..it doesn't matter.
NYPDDet Goren (2:16:43 AM): Why?
Wallace Nicole (2:17:42 AM): ...I have no one, nothing, it doesn't matter
NYPDDet Goren (2:24:01 AM): Laurie.. ::puts his hand on her shoulder:: It does matter, ok?
Wallace Nicole (2:24:43 AM): How can it? No one...no one cares...and I don't blame them
NYPDDet Goren (2:26:37 AM): People..do care.
Wallace Nicole (2:27:10 AM): My husband? Rachel? Even...you guys....you want your case solved...Det Logan could barely stand to look at me...I understand that...
NYPDDet Goren (2:30:51 AM): Yes, we want our case solved, but... we care. ::leans forward and hugs her:: Believe me, we care.
Wallace Nicole (2:31:28 AM): ::she is shocked at genuine compassion and she clings to him a bit, sobbing::
NYPDDet Goren (2:32:38 AM): ::rubs her back with one hand soothingly:: People do care about you. And they'll help.
Wallace Nicole (2:33:23 AM): ::she breaks away from him:: Thank you.
NYPDDet Goren (2:34:23 AM): ::stands up straight again:: You don't need to thank me um.. just...call Frankie. And if you need to, call me. Good night, Miss Davenport.
Wallace Nicole :Thank you, Det. Goren. ::she looks a bit hopeful as he leaves::