The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most [8/8 - PG13]
Title: The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most [8/8]
Rating: PG13
Fandom: CSI:NY/CSI:Miami/CSI:NO
Characters/Pairings: Drew Hagen (OC), Samantha Hagen (OC), Miranda Andrews (OC), Jason Andrews (OC), Anya Jakes-Hagen (OC), Don Flack, Jr., Mac Taylor, Danny Messer, Stella Bonaserra, Adam Ross. Drew/Anya (breif), Drew/Miranda (mentioned), Flack/Sam, Jason/Sam (mentioned), Jason/Miranda.
Seasons/Spoilers: AU after S3 of CSI:Miami, AU after S4 of CSI:NY
Summary: After missing his chance to catch a serial killer in New Orleans, Drew is given a second chance in New York, when the killer makes a reappearance. Only this time the stakes are higher when the killer when Drew's daughter and her mother are put in danger.
Author's Notes: This hasn't been read by a beta. It originally was for au-bigbang, but some drama came up with my beta and I didn't get a chance to get it posted by the due date. Despite that, I'm very happy with the way this came out and extremely proud, as it's the longest worded (finished) fic I've ever written.
The first thing Drew saw when he opened his eyes, was Talia sitting on the floor, in the corner of his hospital room, coloring on some sheets of paper with worn out Crayons. The sight was so beautiful, that he couldn't help it and let out a sob of relief that she was fine. This prompted the dark hair, blue eyed little girl to look up form her drawings.
"Daddy!" She cried out and immediately abandoned her project on the floor, to rush to her father's bedside.
"Hey baby doll," Drew said, wrapping his arms protectively around his little girl, as she climbed up into bed with him. "You okay?"
Talia nodded against his shoulder. "A doctor like Sheldon checked me over and then a doctor like Auntie Sammy and Auntie Angel came to talk to me."
"What did the doctor like Auntie Sammy want to know?" he asked gently.
"He wanted to know what the man who took me and Mommy did with me."
Anger immediately flooded Drew's body, but he tried this best to push it down so Talia wouldn't notice. "What did the man do?"
"Played games with me and watched cartoons with me and colored with me."
"What kind of games?" He pressed.
"We played Candyland!" Talia squealed with glee, as it was her favourite game. "I won," she then exclaimed proudly.
Drew hugged her closer, pressing her head into his chest so she wouldn't see the tears that were forming in his eyes and the look of relief on his face. "I bet you did, baby doll. I bet you did."
"Daddy?" Talia said after a long while, some of which Drew was sure he'd fallen asleep for.
"Yes?"
"The para...para..."
"Paramedics," Drew finished for her.
Talia nodded. "They thought Jason was my daddy, but I told them he wasn't. You're my daddy, right Daddy?"
Drew couldn't help the tears that began to form in his eyes again and he quickly wiped them away. "That's right, darlin'. I'm your daddy."
The two then fell asleep together.
When he woke up for the second time, Talia was gone, but Miranda was seated in the chair by his bed.
"Hey," he whispered, more horse this time, than the last time he had woken up.
Miranda got up and poured him some water. "Drink it slowly," she said as she handed it to him.
"Thanks," he replied and gratefully drank the water. After a few moments he asked, "Where is Talia?"
"Samantha came to get her and is going to keep her at at her and Flack's apartment for the night. I wanted to stay here to make sure you were okay." She reached out a hand to touch his black eye. "I see Jason did a number on you."
"You heard about that?" he asked.
She nodded. "He told a few hours ago. Don't worry, I yelled at him and apparently Samantha did as well. I think she even may have punched him, because he had a red mark on his cheek."
Drew imagined what Sam puching Jason looked like and it brought a smile to his lips. "Where's Muhammad Ali anyway?"
"Out getting some food. He insists that I eat something, even though I don't think I can." She wrapped an arm around her stomach. "I stopped throwing up a few hours ago, but I still feel awfully queasy."
"It'll get easier, Miran." he said gently.
"Does it?" She asked, skeptically.
Drew nodded. "You saved our lives, y'know."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
Miranda sat back down. "It's not your fault, Drew."
Drew shook his head. "It is. If Bennett hadn't gotten away back in Pearl River, he wouldn't have come to New York. You and Talia wouldn't have been taken and you wouldn't have had to..."
"But he did and we did and I did." Miranda interrupted. "If you want to blame someone, blame the fucking whore who let him go."
"Oh believe me, I do." Drew said, angrily.
"You saved us, though. And countless other women out there. If you hadn't have called Mac and let him know what was going on, Bennett could've gone on to kill much longer than he had planned. "
"But you wouldn't have been kidnapped!"
"You're right, I would have been murdered. Do you honestly think, for one minute, that if this wasn't all a game to him and that if he weren't out for revenge, he would have held us hostage for as long as he did?"
"No," Drew said honestly after a few moments. "He would've just killed you."
"Exactly!" Miranda replied.
"Still-"
"No stills! Or buts! It's not your fault."
"I-"
"William Andrew Hagen Jr!" Miranda said firmly. She stood up and leaned over the bed, so they were face to face. "It. Is. Not. Your. Fault." She punctuated each word with a gentle kiss, somewhere on Drew's face.
"Am I interrupting something?" Jason asked from the doorway. He was holding bags of burgers and fries in one hand and a tray of cokes in the other, that he had gotten from a dinner up the street. The smells were absolutely heavenly to Drew.
"Not unless you have an extra one of those things in there for me," Drew teased.
"Mater of fact I do," Jason replied and threw one of the bags onto the bed.
Greedily Drew grabbed at it and once he had the burger out, he barely got the wrapper off before biting into it.
"Looks like someone still has their appetite." Came another voice from the doorway.
Drew tore himself away from his burger to look up and see that Anya was standing in the doorway. She was probably the only other person he wanted to see, save for his daughter, at the moment more than he wanted food and tossed the burger back into the bag. "Where did you come from? Someone please tell me it's not the drugs?"
"Shut up, Hagen," Anya laughed. She waked into the room and sat down on the bed. Miranda and Jason quietly stepped outside to let the two have their moment.
"Where are the boys?" he asked, reaching a hand out to grab onto Anya's.
"With your mother. Which reminds me, I'm supposed to tell you to call her immediately or it'll be your ass, young man. Her words, not mine."
He smiled. "I'll call her in a bit."
"How's the leg?" She asked, touching his bandaged leg.
"Hurts like a son of a bitch, but no permanent damage."
"And this?" she touched his black eye.
Drew shrugged.
"Jason said he was sorry," Anya said.
He threw his hands up. "Does everyone know about it?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Anya nodded. "Hawkes told me about it in the waiting room, who heard about it from Lindsay, who heard about it from Danny, who heard about it from Flack. And I asked Jason about it when I ran into him out in the hallway."
"It was a lucky shot," he said defensively.
"From a professional amateur boxer," she added. "He also told me you blame yourself for all this."
Drew said nothing and looked passed his wife, out the hospital window.
"Look at me," Anya said. When he didn't, she put a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "You know it's not your fault, right?"
"I guess," he shrugged.
"I know I'm not a psychologist like Sam or Angel, but I do know that when the time is right, you'll forgive yourself."
"What about everyone else?" He asked.
"Everyone already has, because there isn't anything to forgive. It's not your fault, Drew." Drew shrugged again and Anya decided to drop the subject. "Do you need anything?"
"Just some clothes."
"Oh I don't know," she teased, eyeing the hospital gown. "This this is pretty sexy. Easy access and all."
"Why Detective Jakes, are you going to take advantage of me in my weakened condition?" he teased back with a smirk.
"I was certainly thinking of it, Detective Hagen," she replied with a smirk of her own.
Drew quickly pushed what he could of the blanket off of himself. "Have at it."
Anya stood up and shrugged off her coat. "Hold on," she said and walked over to the door. When she checked the hallway to make sure it was clear, she saw Miranda and Jason standing a few feet away talking quietly to themselves. "Hey do you two mind keeping the doctor's and nurses out of here for a few minutes?"
Jason chuckled and gave Anya a wink, while Miranda rolled her eyes.
"You two make too much noise and you're on your own." Miranda said.
"Thanks," Anya winked back and then closed making sure that it was locked.
"Why don't we fool around in the hospital?" Jason asked, with all seriousness.
Miranda rolled her eyes again and slapped her husband on the shoulder. "Because I've been discharged."
"So?" He replied, with a suggestively arched eyebrow.
"Men!" Miranda sighed, before walking away.
"Where are you going?" Jason called after her.
"Home. You coming or not?" She asked with a suggestive eyebrow of her own.
He didn't need to be asked twice and quickly ran after her.
On the way out they asked Stella to be look out and offered the burgers as payment.
x x x
Two Months Later
"I want to thank you," Jason said. They were at the airport, waiting for Drew's plane to start boarding, a few days after the doctors told him it was alright to travel. Talia was less than pleased about the fact that her father was going home, after having had him to herself for a whole week and refused to see him get on the plane. Though, she did make Jason promise to make sure her daddy got on safe and sound.
Drew looked away from his ticket look at Jason. "What are you talking about?"
"You saved the two most important people in my life." Jason replied
Drew nodded. "They're two of the most important people in my life, too."
Jason nodded as well. "I know. I also know that you don't like me very much because of that. I just want you to know that I'm never going to ask Talia to call me "dad" or any form of it. You are her father. I'm just Jason."
Drew was quite for a moment, before he held out his hand for a shake. "Thank you."
Jason took the offered hand. "You're welcome."
"Flight 182 to New Orleans now boarding at Gate 7" a woman said over the intercom.
"That's me," Drew said.
"Take care."
"You too."
They both knew they were a long way from being friends, but at least for now they could come to an understanding. It was a start.
Rating: PG13
Fandom: CSI:NY/CSI:Miami/CSI:NO
Characters/Pairings: Drew Hagen (OC), Samantha Hagen (OC), Miranda Andrews (OC), Jason Andrews (OC), Anya Jakes-Hagen (OC), Don Flack, Jr., Mac Taylor, Danny Messer, Stella Bonaserra, Adam Ross. Drew/Anya (breif), Drew/Miranda (mentioned), Flack/Sam, Jason/Sam (mentioned), Jason/Miranda.
Seasons/Spoilers: AU after S3 of CSI:Miami, AU after S4 of CSI:NY
Summary: After missing his chance to catch a serial killer in New Orleans, Drew is given a second chance in New York, when the killer makes a reappearance. Only this time the stakes are higher when the killer when Drew's daughter and her mother are put in danger.
Author's Notes: This hasn't been read by a beta. It originally was for au-bigbang, but some drama came up with my beta and I didn't get a chance to get it posted by the due date. Despite that, I'm very happy with the way this came out and extremely proud, as it's the longest worded (finished) fic I've ever written.
The first thing Drew saw when he opened his eyes, was Talia sitting on the floor, in the corner of his hospital room, coloring on some sheets of paper with worn out Crayons. The sight was so beautiful, that he couldn't help it and let out a sob of relief that she was fine. This prompted the dark hair, blue eyed little girl to look up form her drawings.
"Daddy!" She cried out and immediately abandoned her project on the floor, to rush to her father's bedside.
"Hey baby doll," Drew said, wrapping his arms protectively around his little girl, as she climbed up into bed with him. "You okay?"
Talia nodded against his shoulder. "A doctor like Sheldon checked me over and then a doctor like Auntie Sammy and Auntie Angel came to talk to me."
"What did the doctor like Auntie Sammy want to know?" he asked gently.
"He wanted to know what the man who took me and Mommy did with me."
Anger immediately flooded Drew's body, but he tried this best to push it down so Talia wouldn't notice. "What did the man do?"
"Played games with me and watched cartoons with me and colored with me."
"What kind of games?" He pressed.
"We played Candyland!" Talia squealed with glee, as it was her favourite game. "I won," she then exclaimed proudly.
Drew hugged her closer, pressing her head into his chest so she wouldn't see the tears that were forming in his eyes and the look of relief on his face. "I bet you did, baby doll. I bet you did."
"Daddy?" Talia said after a long while, some of which Drew was sure he'd fallen asleep for.
"Yes?"
"The para...para..."
"Paramedics," Drew finished for her.
Talia nodded. "They thought Jason was my daddy, but I told them he wasn't. You're my daddy, right Daddy?"
Drew couldn't help the tears that began to form in his eyes again and he quickly wiped them away. "That's right, darlin'. I'm your daddy."
The two then fell asleep together.
When he woke up for the second time, Talia was gone, but Miranda was seated in the chair by his bed.
"Hey," he whispered, more horse this time, than the last time he had woken up.
Miranda got up and poured him some water. "Drink it slowly," she said as she handed it to him.
"Thanks," he replied and gratefully drank the water. After a few moments he asked, "Where is Talia?"
"Samantha came to get her and is going to keep her at at her and Flack's apartment for the night. I wanted to stay here to make sure you were okay." She reached out a hand to touch his black eye. "I see Jason did a number on you."
"You heard about that?" he asked.
She nodded. "He told a few hours ago. Don't worry, I yelled at him and apparently Samantha did as well. I think she even may have punched him, because he had a red mark on his cheek."
Drew imagined what Sam puching Jason looked like and it brought a smile to his lips. "Where's Muhammad Ali anyway?"
"Out getting some food. He insists that I eat something, even though I don't think I can." She wrapped an arm around her stomach. "I stopped throwing up a few hours ago, but I still feel awfully queasy."
"It'll get easier, Miran." he said gently.
"Does it?" She asked, skeptically.
Drew nodded. "You saved our lives, y'know."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
Miranda sat back down. "It's not your fault, Drew."
Drew shook his head. "It is. If Bennett hadn't gotten away back in Pearl River, he wouldn't have come to New York. You and Talia wouldn't have been taken and you wouldn't have had to..."
"But he did and we did and I did." Miranda interrupted. "If you want to blame someone, blame the fucking whore who let him go."
"Oh believe me, I do." Drew said, angrily.
"You saved us, though. And countless other women out there. If you hadn't have called Mac and let him know what was going on, Bennett could've gone on to kill much longer than he had planned. "
"But you wouldn't have been kidnapped!"
"You're right, I would have been murdered. Do you honestly think, for one minute, that if this wasn't all a game to him and that if he weren't out for revenge, he would have held us hostage for as long as he did?"
"No," Drew said honestly after a few moments. "He would've just killed you."
"Exactly!" Miranda replied.
"Still-"
"No stills! Or buts! It's not your fault."
"I-"
"William Andrew Hagen Jr!" Miranda said firmly. She stood up and leaned over the bed, so they were face to face. "It. Is. Not. Your. Fault." She punctuated each word with a gentle kiss, somewhere on Drew's face.
"Am I interrupting something?" Jason asked from the doorway. He was holding bags of burgers and fries in one hand and a tray of cokes in the other, that he had gotten from a dinner up the street. The smells were absolutely heavenly to Drew.
"Not unless you have an extra one of those things in there for me," Drew teased.
"Mater of fact I do," Jason replied and threw one of the bags onto the bed.
Greedily Drew grabbed at it and once he had the burger out, he barely got the wrapper off before biting into it.
"Looks like someone still has their appetite." Came another voice from the doorway.
Drew tore himself away from his burger to look up and see that Anya was standing in the doorway. She was probably the only other person he wanted to see, save for his daughter, at the moment more than he wanted food and tossed the burger back into the bag. "Where did you come from? Someone please tell me it's not the drugs?"
"Shut up, Hagen," Anya laughed. She waked into the room and sat down on the bed. Miranda and Jason quietly stepped outside to let the two have their moment.
"Where are the boys?" he asked, reaching a hand out to grab onto Anya's.
"With your mother. Which reminds me, I'm supposed to tell you to call her immediately or it'll be your ass, young man. Her words, not mine."
He smiled. "I'll call her in a bit."
"How's the leg?" She asked, touching his bandaged leg.
"Hurts like a son of a bitch, but no permanent damage."
"And this?" she touched his black eye.
Drew shrugged.
"Jason said he was sorry," Anya said.
He threw his hands up. "Does everyone know about it?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Anya nodded. "Hawkes told me about it in the waiting room, who heard about it from Lindsay, who heard about it from Danny, who heard about it from Flack. And I asked Jason about it when I ran into him out in the hallway."
"It was a lucky shot," he said defensively.
"From a professional amateur boxer," she added. "He also told me you blame yourself for all this."
Drew said nothing and looked passed his wife, out the hospital window.
"Look at me," Anya said. When he didn't, she put a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "You know it's not your fault, right?"
"I guess," he shrugged.
"I know I'm not a psychologist like Sam or Angel, but I do know that when the time is right, you'll forgive yourself."
"What about everyone else?" He asked.
"Everyone already has, because there isn't anything to forgive. It's not your fault, Drew." Drew shrugged again and Anya decided to drop the subject. "Do you need anything?"
"Just some clothes."
"Oh I don't know," she teased, eyeing the hospital gown. "This this is pretty sexy. Easy access and all."
"Why Detective Jakes, are you going to take advantage of me in my weakened condition?" he teased back with a smirk.
"I was certainly thinking of it, Detective Hagen," she replied with a smirk of her own.
Drew quickly pushed what he could of the blanket off of himself. "Have at it."
Anya stood up and shrugged off her coat. "Hold on," she said and walked over to the door. When she checked the hallway to make sure it was clear, she saw Miranda and Jason standing a few feet away talking quietly to themselves. "Hey do you two mind keeping the doctor's and nurses out of here for a few minutes?"
Jason chuckled and gave Anya a wink, while Miranda rolled her eyes.
"You two make too much noise and you're on your own." Miranda said.
"Thanks," Anya winked back and then closed making sure that it was locked.
"Why don't we fool around in the hospital?" Jason asked, with all seriousness.
Miranda rolled her eyes again and slapped her husband on the shoulder. "Because I've been discharged."
"So?" He replied, with a suggestively arched eyebrow.
"Men!" Miranda sighed, before walking away.
"Where are you going?" Jason called after her.
"Home. You coming or not?" She asked with a suggestive eyebrow of her own.
He didn't need to be asked twice and quickly ran after her.
On the way out they asked Stella to be look out and offered the burgers as payment.
x x x
Two Months Later
"I want to thank you," Jason said. They were at the airport, waiting for Drew's plane to start boarding, a few days after the doctors told him it was alright to travel. Talia was less than pleased about the fact that her father was going home, after having had him to herself for a whole week and refused to see him get on the plane. Though, she did make Jason promise to make sure her daddy got on safe and sound.
Drew looked away from his ticket look at Jason. "What are you talking about?"
"You saved the two most important people in my life." Jason replied
Drew nodded. "They're two of the most important people in my life, too."
Jason nodded as well. "I know. I also know that you don't like me very much because of that. I just want you to know that I'm never going to ask Talia to call me "dad" or any form of it. You are her father. I'm just Jason."
Drew was quite for a moment, before he held out his hand for a shake. "Thank you."
Jason took the offered hand. "You're welcome."
"Flight 182 to New Orleans now boarding at Gate 7" a woman said over the intercom.
"That's me," Drew said.
"Take care."
"You too."
They both knew they were a long way from being friends, but at least for now they could come to an understanding. It was a start.