Numb3rs Fic: Feels Like Home Part 3/?
Title: Feels Like Home Part 3/?
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Characters: All main Numb3rs characters including Megan (I'm not ready to admit that she's gone!) plus a few original characters. My muse makes me think that there will be some love in here somewhere. I'm just not sure where yet. I think that he's keeping it a secret!
Summary: When a loved one shows up in LA will Don, his family and his team be able to protect her from the life that she's trying to leave behind?
Rating: I'm not really sure how this whole rating system works, so I'm gonna say given the Warnings that I've provided, you should probably be at least old enough to vote if you want to read this story.
Warnings: Adult Themes. Abusive Relationship. If you are at all sensitive to these things, please don't read.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 4, I suppose
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a notebook and a pen.
Author's Note: All mistakes are mine, as this story has not been beta'd by anyone other than me. Mostly because it's the first piece of fiction that I've written in about 10 years and I'm really nervous about posting it! So if you are the sort of person who offers comments, I implore you to be honest about what you think! If it's poo, please feel free to tell me! I'm going to put on my thick skin for this!
“What exactly do you mean by ‘officially become a missing person’?” Don asked.
“Well, the day before yesterday I left Seattle without telling anyone where I was going.” Grace replied. “So if I’ve planned correctly either tomorrow or the day after, my boyfriend is going to notice that I’m not there and will start looking for me.”
“I don’t understand why though Grace. Did you have some sort of an argument with your boyfriend?” Alan asked.
“Something like that,” pausing to sigh and wash her hands over her face, Grace looked to Don, “In my bag, on top there’s a hard covered black notebook, can you have a look at it for a second, then bring it here and I’ll explain everything from the beginning.”
Don slowly got up from his chair, walking over to Grace’s bag. Retrieving the notebook, cautiously opening it, not really sure what to expect. Starting at the first page, he noticed that it was dated almost four years previous. The first part of the book was dates and notes about strange bruising or behaviour. Going farther into the book was more detailed descriptions of how bruises and injuries were obtained. Along with the written documentation there were also dated photographs, showing bruising on various body parts, black eyes, split lips; there was even an X-Ray report from last year showing three broken ribs. The last entry in the book was dated five months ago.
Walking back into the living room Don handed the book to his brother. “Dad, why don’t you look at that with Charlie?”
While Alan got up to sit beside his other son, Don sat on the couch beside Grace; waiting for the other two men to see what he had seen. They didn’t go through it nearly as thoroughly as Don had. Quickly figuring out what she was trying to tell them.
“The last entry in the book, you were already....” Charlie began to ask, eyes dropping to look briefly at Grace’s stomach.
She nodded. “About three and a half months. That was the day I found out that I was pregnant.”
“Why would you want to have a child with someone like that?”
“I never intended to Charlie,” Grace began to tremble as her eyes filled with tears, “but sometimes when he was feeling particularly pissed off, beating me wasn’t enough of a....release for him and he would, um, well force me to, um, you know....and that’s how I ended up like this.”
“Forgive me for asking this, as it seems a somewhat obvious question; but did you ever report this to the police?” Alan asked.
“I thought about it - a lot. But when the person hurting you is the police, what can you do?”