REMAINDER CHALLENGE "HELP" FROM LO100
TITLE: "TRICKED"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: EAMES/GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS
WORD COUNT: 610
RATING: R ►LANGUAGE
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
“Detective Eames, please sit.” Liz leaned back to gather her thoughts. “I need for you to provide a urine sample and a blood sample right now.’”
“WHAT!. You said this was about the Richer case.”
“You know we do random drug screens WITHOUT WARNINGS. It is your turn“.
“And if I refuse.”
‘Suspension, possibly termination.’
Alex huffed, grabbed the specimen jar and hesitated, “This isn’t random. This is about Jim and me. Did Bobby put you up to this?”
“Yes, it’s about Rawlings and no it has nothing to do with Goren."
“Then you understand what happened. I can take care of this myself. You did”
“I understand you think you can. But you‘re in withdrawals right now...unfortunately that bastard NYPD Chief of D’s will not understand.”
“And you are going to help me.”
“Yes.”
Ross and Bobby filled the doorway unbeknown to Alex, “Like you helped Bobby with his secret. Your word's not exactly gold.
Liz winced.
Ross stepped in, “We understand, Eames” Alex whirled to face him, “He tricked you into taking the drugs in the first place, then blackmailed you into continuing to see him with the DVD, where he laced your drinks till he had you hooked. But I cannot allow you to continue to work under the influence of drugs and a serial killer.
“He’s not. You SAW THE DVD!!
"In your state you‘re unlikely to be aware of what he is capable of.”
Bobby stepped in, “Eames, Ross has arranged for you to have 60 days leave 90 if you need it to beat this thing. You sign the papers and we will take you to a rehab center for detox,
“And if I refuse.”
Ross cleared his throat, I will be forced to go to the Chief of D’s and you will lose your job and most likely criminal charges for possession with intent will be filed”
“What possession. Look in my purse. Nothing.”
“Alex, I searched your house. I found the drugs. More than enough for trafficking. Fifty WHITE PEARL, Ecstasy, uppers, downers, coke.”
Gasping, she stammered, “Th...…that’s for my own private use."
“The law looks at it differently."
‘Alex, please will you sign the papers and then sign yourself into the center. You need more help than we can give you and you can't beat this thing alone.”
Glaring first at Bobby, then Ross she jerked the papers from his hands and signed them, I don't seem to have a choice.
"And I need you badge and gun...Detective." She slapped both into his hands.
Turning back to Liz, in her most sarcastic voice, “You still want me to pee.”
“No.”
"Let’s go.”
Bobby dismissed Liz’s two burly guards. She and Ross rode in the front. Bobby and Alex in the back of the SUV. In total silence.
Halfway north about an hour into the drive Ross’ phone rang, “Ross...No you did good.”
“A woman called asking for Alex, wouldn’t give her name--young. Nichols told her she was on a three month sabbatical.”
“Rawlings fishing.
"Yeah. With his next victim"
Alex suddenly couldn’t take anymore and screamed to be let out. She fought Bobby--pinching, biting, scratching, kicking.
“Do I need to pull over."
"No, I've got her."
Bobby gathered her close pinning her much smaller body to his, she lay limp sobbing.
“Bobby,” she whispered, "Don’t you trust me?’
“I trust you with my life, when you’re not hooked on drugs, Alex.”
“You’re just pissed because I didn’t finish fucking you.”
“I believe I am the one that put and end to that, if you remember.”
Alex screamed and fruitlessly struggled. Once she maneuvered her hand down to stroke his cock, but he quickly subdued her gently without hurting her caring little for the pain, marks and wounds she left on him.
She swung hot and cold crying then screaming for the remainder of the trip.
Ross didn’t know which was worse her screams or sobs; between worrying what would happen if the Chief ever found out what he was doing. He could kiss his career good-bye.
Liz’s heart ached for what Bobby was having to endure. More scars for her white knight’s tender heart.
Alex had been calm almost ten minutes when they pulled into the exclusive Sanatorium. Alex panicked and began fighting in earnest, “THIS IS NO REHAB, THIS IS A MENTAL INSTITUTION.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: EAMES/GOREN/ROSS/RODGERS
WORD COUNT: 610
RATING: R ►LANGUAGE
A/N: CONTINUATION OF "THE CHOSEN ONE"
BETA: ITHACA
DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF. YOUR CHARACTERS/MY WORDS. NO MONEY MADE. NO PROFITS HAD BY ANYONE.
“Detective Eames, please sit.” Liz leaned back to gather her thoughts. “I need for you to provide a urine sample and a blood sample right now.’”
“WHAT!. You said this was about the Richer case.”
“You know we do random drug screens WITHOUT WARNINGS. It is your turn“.
“And if I refuse.”
‘Suspension, possibly termination.’
Alex huffed, grabbed the specimen jar and hesitated, “This isn’t random. This is about Jim and me. Did Bobby put you up to this?”
“Yes, it’s about Rawlings and no it has nothing to do with Goren."
“Then you understand what happened. I can take care of this myself. You did”
“I understand you think you can. But you‘re in withdrawals right now...unfortunately that bastard NYPD Chief of D’s will not understand.”
“And you are going to help me.”
“Yes.”
Ross and Bobby filled the doorway unbeknown to Alex, “Like you helped Bobby with his secret. Your word's not exactly gold.
Liz winced.
Ross stepped in, “We understand, Eames” Alex whirled to face him, “He tricked you into taking the drugs in the first place, then blackmailed you into continuing to see him with the DVD, where he laced your drinks till he had you hooked. But I cannot allow you to continue to work under the influence of drugs and a serial killer.
“He’s not. You SAW THE DVD!!
"In your state you‘re unlikely to be aware of what he is capable of.”
Bobby stepped in, “Eames, Ross has arranged for you to have 60 days leave 90 if you need it to beat this thing. You sign the papers and we will take you to a rehab center for detox,
“And if I refuse.”
Ross cleared his throat, I will be forced to go to the Chief of D’s and you will lose your job and most likely criminal charges for possession with intent will be filed”
“What possession. Look in my purse. Nothing.”
“Alex, I searched your house. I found the drugs. More than enough for trafficking. Fifty WHITE PEARL, Ecstasy, uppers, downers, coke.”
Gasping, she stammered, “Th...…that’s for my own private use."
“The law looks at it differently."
‘Alex, please will you sign the papers and then sign yourself into the center. You need more help than we can give you and you can't beat this thing alone.”
Glaring first at Bobby, then Ross she jerked the papers from his hands and signed them, I don't seem to have a choice.
"And I need you badge and gun...Detective." She slapped both into his hands.
Turning back to Liz, in her most sarcastic voice, “You still want me to pee.”
“No.”
"Let’s go.”
Bobby dismissed Liz’s two burly guards. She and Ross rode in the front. Bobby and Alex in the back of the SUV. In total silence.
Halfway north about an hour into the drive Ross’ phone rang, “Ross...No you did good.”
“A woman called asking for Alex, wouldn’t give her name--young. Nichols told her she was on a three month sabbatical.”
“Rawlings fishing.
"Yeah. With his next victim"
Alex suddenly couldn’t take anymore and screamed to be let out. She fought Bobby--pinching, biting, scratching, kicking.
“Do I need to pull over."
"No, I've got her."
Bobby gathered her close pinning her much smaller body to his, she lay limp sobbing.
“Bobby,” she whispered, "Don’t you trust me?’
“I trust you with my life, when you’re not hooked on drugs, Alex.”
“You’re just pissed because I didn’t finish fucking you.”
“I believe I am the one that put and end to that, if you remember.”
Alex screamed and fruitlessly struggled. Once she maneuvered her hand down to stroke his cock, but he quickly subdued her gently without hurting her caring little for the pain, marks and wounds she left on him.
She swung hot and cold crying then screaming for the remainder of the trip.
Ross didn’t know which was worse her screams or sobs; between worrying what would happen if the Chief ever found out what he was doing. He could kiss his career good-bye.
Liz’s heart ached for what Bobby was having to endure. More scars for her white knight’s tender heart.
Alex had been calm almost ten minutes when they pulled into the exclusive Sanatorium. Alex panicked and began fighting in earnest, “THIS IS NO REHAB, THIS IS A MENTAL INSTITUTION.