Here Comes Trouble - Part 21
Title: Here Comes Trouble - Part 21
Fandom & Pairing: Nikki & Nora
Author: Silk aka katiepult
Disclaimers: Not Mine. Rating - R
Comments: Beta'd by tigger2384 and tanama30
Ellie Dupont is a woman backed into a corner with nothing to lose. Backed into a corner of her kitchen with a knife out, keeping my partner and I at bay.
I am not amused.
Nora has her gun out but it's a standoff. Ellie isn't putting the knife down, but she's not swinging it at us either. If she does... I don't like to think about that; I have bad memories of the only time I had to shoot my gun at a suspect.
I'm right there with Nora, off to her side, my Glock out and trained on Ellie as well.
"Ellie... you need to put the knife down," I say calmly, trying to catch her eye. She's high. Her eyes are red and the pupils constricted. Her nose is runny and she doesn't look like she's taken a bath in days, even though we saw her the day before. Her bruises from yesterday are lurid against her pale, sweaty skin.
We'd entered the house after knocking and stating we had a warrant to search the premises. Since the door was unlocked and we had heard someone inside, we'd entered, but Ellie was not willing to cooperate.
Knowing that I had her covered, Nora holds out her right hand, imploring with the woman to surrender.
"Ellie, listen to me," Nora pleads softly. "Put the knife down... that's it."
Letting the knife clatter to the kitchen floor, Ellie begins to howl, crying out her daughter's name again and again.
I kick the knife out of the way as Nora hostlers her weapon and proceeds to cuff her.
Now that Ellie Dupont is secured, I call in to dispatch to get the house secured.
Nora searches her, slipping her long sleeves up and pointedly looking at the needle tracks Ellie has been hiding.
I read her her Miranda Rights from memory, but doubt she's really paying attention as she continues to sob. When she starts to collapse in Nora's arms, I help my partner move her to the living room to sit down on the sofa, then we begin to question her.
The reality that she'll be going to jail sets in and she starts talking.
"It was Simon... I wanted to get away. Take Lizzy and just start over," Ellie explains between sobs. "I knew where he hid the heroin, and took it... I was going to sell it and take Lizzy..."
"And?" I prompt.
"I took it and hid it at my parent's house when I dropped Lizzy off to stay the night. I thought I had time..." she replies as she rocks back and forth on the couch. "He threatened to kill me and Lizzy. He was just so mad. I told him where it was and we went over to the house..."
She pauses and sniffles, tears and snot running down her face. "He forced open the door when I wasn't unlocking it fast enough for him. I ran to Lizzy's room. Simon must have heard some noise from my parents' room... He was so angry," she repeats in a long drawn out wail.
"Then what happened?" I ask, wanting her to say the words out loud.
"He shot them... I had brought Lizzy into the closet, thinking I could hide her, and that's where I'd hidden the stash, in a bag. I grabbed it... And then Lizzy... right there in my arms."
Ellie collapsed onto the couch in hysterics, inconsolable in the knowledge that she was responsible for her daughter's death.
"Where is he?" Nora demands harshly.
"He'll kill me," Ellie cries then just sits there saying Lizzy's name again and again.
Several uniformed officers arrive and Nora and I spend the next few minutes having them start the search on the property and arrest Ellie Dupont.
Several hours later we come up empty-handed except for a small amount of cut heroin sitting next to her kit, which Ellie apparently had been using just prior to our arrival.
"Call Darius," Nora asks me as we get back into her car to go back to the station. The rest of the unis are finishing up at the scene and Ellie is back at the station, being monitored by EMTs as she sleeps it off in a jail cell.
I watch the rain still continuing to fall as I hit speed dial and wait for him to answer.
God, the rain.
The river is swollen, which is a sight to see, since the Mississippi is not a small river. It's swelling to its banks, barely held back by numerous canals and barriers across the city. Even Lake Pontchartain is rising.
"Hey, Darlin'. What's up?" Darius' voice is a pleasant relief compared to the last few hours. He sounds like he's somewhere crowded, voices chatting all around him, bleeding over into the cellphone.
"Any new word on where Simon Martins is? we're running out of options here, Darius," I ask, not wasting a moment. I don't mean to be rude, and I know Darius understands.
"I'll see what I can dig up, but no promises," he replies. He knows how important this is and he's doing the best he can.
"Thanks, Darius. Get back to me as soon as you can."
"Will do."
I hang up and sigh. "Nothing new, but he'll ask around."
Nora slams her hand against the hard surface of her steering wheel. "Well, we've got a warrant out for his arrest and put out an APB. Maybe we'll get lucky."
"No car registered to him. No known address..." I counter, not trying to be pessimistic, but just stating facts.
Nora makes a frustrated sound. "And we've had that address on Roberts watched. Nothing. We'll get the warrants and then go search the house."
TBC