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Just having Doyle in the room made her feel safer. But she was worried about him. He looked tired and she was afraid that he might have been drinking too much. She knew him well enough to know that he did not handle well when limits were put on himself.

But he seemed to hesitate, talking about IA in general at first. And he seemed to understand her unspoken assurances. Something bothered him and she patiently waited. Eventually he would tell her.

Becca. She closed her eyes and pain washed across her face. The poor woman. No one deserved the torture that she must have endured at the hands of that madman. And all because of her. Rae would hate her. She squeezed his hand, hoping that he understood. So much could not be said in the open area of a hospital. And for him to have her body left at his house...she was glad that he had sent his wife away, or she too would have been added to his carnage. She was glad that Danny and Pierce had finally folded and given up what they knew. Otherwise she would be dead, just another statistic.

...Also, I'm leaving Rae.

He didn’t sound sad. He sounded tired. She wasn’t egotistical enough to think that she was the cause. After all, she wasn’t the first woman that he had cheated on Rae with. No, she suspected that this had been a long time coming before she even came on the scene.

And then he mentioned work and upcoming cases, and she was glad. Work would probably be best for her. As to what would happen to Pierce, the egotistical prick should have the book thrown at him.

Finally the conversation from him wound down and as he settled down beside her, she felt it necessary to let him know when she would be released.

“They say that I can probably go home in a couple of days. I can’t go back to work for a bit but it will be soon if I have a say. They really want someone to stay with me. I uh...well, bad dreams. You know.”

Hesitantly, she began to tell him about the ordeal. The torture. The rape. Being blindfolded and gagged. The stun gun. Being tied up the whole time. She hated telling him but she also understood that without him knowing, it would always be between them. At first, her voice sounded hollow as she spoke, as if reciting the atrocities he had done to her had actually happened to someone else. The sores on her body were proof that that wasn’t true. She could remember every moment.

“He kept wondering if he was getting me pregnant. That’s how I knew that it was someone that I had never slept with. Someone that didn’t know me well. Slowly he gave clues without realizing it. It really pissed him that I figured it all out.”

Tears started to fall. “I kept praying for you to find me. I knew that if someone could, it would be you.”

He seemed to understand that for the time being, she was a bit emotional. She promised him that eventually she would calm down.

For the next couple of days, he seemed to be with her constantly except when the doctor would see her or her time with the psychiatrist. Finally, three days later, she was released from the hospital and allowed to be taken home. She was looking forward to heading home. Home, where she could be herself. And so could Doyle.

 

[KINKYCanada]

When they got to her place, Doyle knew without being asked that he wouldn't leave her side till she was back to her old self. If it took a week, month, hell even a year he would see her through it all.

He left only to go and get things from the market, being an ok cook he managed meals pretty well. Doyle conducted all his personal affairs in the hall on the phone, These he kept to when Davis would be resting not wanting to lose any time with her while awake. He held her when she needed it and gave her space when she needed that. He did his best to read her needs and felt he was doing a decent job. He had told Rice that he or they would work the sex case. She could be of use at the apartment. He had Vick bring all the files and info the station had on it and they would go over it together. Sending Vick and Kurt on errands to check things out.

He even tried to curb his drinking though this was harder then he thought to have all the stress and the worry of the past few weeks on his head. He certainly drank less around he still got a good buzz on each night after she would fall asleep.

Doyle slept on her sofa for the first couple of days not wanting to give the impression that he was looking for sex, he would lay with her holding her till she would fall asleep then he would relocate, never really falling into any deep sleep, the slightest noise from her room would bring him in a flash.

He noticed that she was fast recovering in her own environment. Davis was the type of woman that healed quickly when she allowed her mind to keep busy. So he kept it busy. He would start the day with a good breakfast of toast and coffee, her favorite he figured, though he didn't burn it. Then he would sit at her coffee table and go over the case.

"Dustan Mills and Randy Mills are suspected of being the ringleaders." He started a Saturday morning after she woke and was ready to take the day on. We have zero proof other than what a couple of burnouts say, the brothers keep moving the studio if you will from place to place. The talent comes from the poor area, quick cash, drugs and they need little convincing after that. From what we know so far, they specialize in SM which helped catch our attention even more. Pretty nasty shit! Or so they say seeing no one has seen a single scene. The women and men who have come forward well their stories don't jive and seem to change with the days, this makes our job a lot harder, we need to find an angle or an in, thus far Vick and Kurt have turned up shit all of anything. So much so that Kurt is sure that the ones coming forward are so strung out that they probably made it up or hallucinated it all." Doyle said laying out what they had. It wasn't much but he hoped she would concentrate on the case and it would help her get through the horrors that were forced on her.

KC

 

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The first night was hell. Thank God for Doyle. He seemed pretty adept at reading her, knowing how much or how little of something she needed. How much holding. How much alone time. How much food. When she needed to talk. When she needed to cry. When she needed someone to just hold her and tell her that the world would finally go back to what passed for normal.

She didn’t ask him about work and whether he should get back to it. He was an adult and knew when he should go back to work. Yet somehow she knew that he was putting it all on hold for her.

She spent that first day tired from the long climb up the stairs. It used to not bother her, but over a week in bed will do that to you.

It was comforting being held by him until sleep claimed her. That first night, she must have been crying in her sleep. She knew the dream was a common one since all of this. Tied up and her hair was being sliced off. Suddenly, Doyle, with the faint smell of scotch on his breath, was holding her and stroking her hair. His voice, low and soft and comforting, telling her that he was here and that he wouldn’t let anyone get her. That seemed to be what she needed and soon she was back asleep. She knew not how long he held her but when she woke the next morning, he was in the kitchen making her breakfast.

“No burnt toast? You must teach me. I never got the knack.” She tried teasing. A bit hesitant at first but she would soon be herself. Every minute was a step towards recovery.

Doyle actually cooked better than she did. It wasn’t 4-star cuisine but it was better than frozen dinners.

Still no word from Rice though she suspected that eventually in order to get back to work, she would have to get a release from her doctors and go in and talk to Rice. In the meantime they worked from her apartment.

She didn’t ask about his house or Rae. He had told her that it was over between the two of them and she would have wanted to be there for him, but she was still working on herself. As far as she was concerned he could move in here but she knew that would lead to immediately one of them being shipped out to another precinct, and since he had been there longer than she...she didn’t want to go. She loved working with him.

She was pretty sure that Kurt and Vick knew about them. But they would keep quiet. The two started showing up at the apartment carrying files that they left. They didn’t seem to know what to say. Had a hard time looking her in the eyes. She knew that the burns and bruises were still there, but fading. Still a reminder of the hatred and evil that she had to endure.

But DAMMIT! She was still here.

She felt a true member of this group. This Precinct. Quietly she thanked them for everything. Once they left, Doyle started going through the case, drawing her back into work mode. It was a welcome change.

Dustan Mills and Randy Mills are suspected of being the ringleaders. We have zero proof other than what a couple of burnouts say, the brothers keep moving the studio if you will from place to place. The talent comes from the poor area, quick cash, drugs and they need little convincing after that. From what we know so far, they specialize in SM which helped catch our attention even more. Pretty nasty shit! Or so they say seeing no one has seen a single scene. The women and men who have come forward well their stories don't jive and seem to change with the days, this makes our job a lot harder, we need to find an angle or an in, thus far Vick and Kurt have turned up shit all of anything. So much so that Kurt is sure that the ones coming forward are so strung out that they probably made it up or hallucinated it all.

“Doyle, the fact that so many are claiming something makes me suspicious. It seems like the best way would be to find out who their, uh, say cameraman is. Surely there could be some way to catch him doing something that would might get him put in jail for a while. Something that wouldn’t allow bail. But before that, any way that we might have someone able to handle a camera. They should maybe make contact before all this. Like a week or so. Get in contact with the Mills guys. Say, are they brothers? Anyway, let them know that they are looking for work. Leave a number, you know, if business picks up and you need more cameramen sort of thing. You see where I’m heading? Maybe once on the inside, we will know more.”

She sat back, a bit tired but glad to be thinking. Working.

 

[KINKYCanada]

It had been several weeks since the attack on Davis. Doyle had been with her as much as possible without crowding her. Encouraging her to get back into the swing of things, help her get back to normal. This was asking a lot he knew but she was tough, she wouldn't play the victim very long. Davis was a fighter and he knew she would come out stronger after.

He had been taking the lead on the sex scandal, Davis making more and more visits to the station getting back to her old routine. There had been two new hires since she had been away. Detective Dorothy Crest and Detective Ray Owens. Both from a prescient in Lexington. They were straight-laced and Doyle didn't trust them, They had been brought on after Davis's attack and Captain Rice had no say which told everyone at the station that IA had a hand in this. They had wanted to nail Davis and Doyle so badly on this one but it slipped through and they weren't about to forget it.

On the morning that Davis was to return full-time Doyle had brought her coffee and a bagel, he was happy to see that steely glint in her eyes again. The fire was back it had been that way for awhile he thought but the brass was taking it real slow even if he didn't think she needed it. "You look good partner. First things first we have a meeting with Captain Rice, and the two new bloods, they'll be a problem I think, not sure what you thought of them when you were around them but all I see is two snitches who are on a witch hunt. Not good for our way of life. By the way, you have a package in locker 201 at the station. Black duffle, sort of a welcome back present. To do with as you wish. Also, have plans for us after shift. Dinner uptown watch the Monday night game throw a few drinks down our throats then back to your place for a little one on one." Doyle thought with anyone else that had been through the ringer these plans would seem insensitive but he was sure she wanted her life to carry on. Baggage wasn't something he saw her carry a lot of.

He went over all he found out about the case, he had been sharing it with her almost nightly, no new leads and they seemed to have ground to a halt. He knew Davis would get them back on track, even if they had Owens and Crest were along for the ride, something Doyle had fought against and lost. Vic and Kurt were working a robbery and were not allowed on the case with Doyle and Davis. Doyle felt that the best thing for him to do would be himself with her. The man she liked and nothing more. He would be doing her no good by treating her with kid gloves.

They got to the office and walked in. Rice was there talking to Owens and Crest. Owens was a burly man of 6', an ex-football college star and a respected cop in Lexington. Crest was a busty poster girl she was a blonde and tough always had a coffee in her hand and liked to wear skirts, not too practical if the shit hit the fan but she thought her looks were more important. "Good your here finally," Owens said to them.

"we're on time as..."

"Can it all of you!" The captain said cutting Doyle off. "In my office!"

They went in and sat in the chairs provided. "Davis it's great to have you back, you've been sorely missed around here, it seems these three can't work together, I'm hoping for a little more of your control over Doyle." The captain said with a smile, Doyle rolled his eyes, though if anyone had control over Doyle it was Davis. While she had been gone he had been accused of four counts of police brutality. But no one would carry through with the charges. It seemed that they all had a change of heart a day later. "Ok now we are stalled, Davis I'm sure Doyle has kept you up to speed in your time off," Rice mentioned it wasn't a really a question more than a statement.

"Sir the fact that she has been made aware of anything during her medical leave is highly suspect, she wasn't in the right mind to be involved until the psych Dr. cleared her which wasn't till last Friday evening. I have trouble believing Detective Davis is fit for such a case. She should be put on a smaller case. Perhaps that purse snatcher near the downs." Dorothy said giving Davis what she thought was a caring smile, to Doyle it was a smug shit eating grin. He was sure Davis would have torn her a new one but the Captain cut in.

"Davis is major crimes. And my best detective so, therefore, she is on this case and will be treated as if she were always was." Captain Rice said snapping Dorothy Crest back in line. Doyle knew it was going to be a hellish week.

KC

 

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She had always been a fighter. Otherwise, she would never have made it to detective so quick. She would never have become a top marksman. So she was not about to let that asshole defeat her. Especially now.

Thank God for Doyle. He had been totally understanding, holding her when she needed it, giving her ego a boost when it needed it. Even giving her a nudge in the right direction.

Her first full day back on the job was going to be busy. The weather was overcast and threatened to rain. She had met the two new detectives last week. Dorothy Crest seemed to have an eternal odor of caffeine, and always be squinting as if trying to look through people. The skirts were bound to be a problem should she ever need to climb over a fence while chasing a suspect, though perhaps the woman enjoyed flashing her panties to all and sundry. And Ray Owens was a bear of a man. She had noticed that whenever someone, anyone said anything, the two would look at each other as if they had a telepathic conversation going on between them. She didn’t trust them any further than she could throw them. She told Doyle as much.

It was great being back at the station. Kurt and Vic greeted her, welcoming her back to work. Vic started to hug her, hesitated before she laughed and gave him a quick hug.

“Hesitation will get you killed, you know.” Vic laughed.

Apparently, Owens was the impatient type.

Good your here finally

As always, Doyle was quick to the defense but Rice quickly put the kibosh in the whole thing and ordered them into his office.

Davis it's great to have you back, you've been sorely missed around here, it seems these three can't work together, I'm hoping for a little more of your control over Doyle. Ok now we are stalled, Davis I'm sure Doyle has kept you up to speed in your time off.

Before she even had a chance to answer, the Busty Bitch interjected her thoughts on the matter.

Sir the fact that she has been made aware of anything during her medical leave is highly suspect, she wasn't in the right mind to be involved until the psych Dr. cleared her which wasn't till last Friday evening. I have trouble believing Detective Davis is fit for such a case. She should be put on a smaller case. Perhaps that purse snatcher near the downs.

She had her answer all ready but Rice jumped in with an answer of his own.

Davis is major crimes. And my best detective so, therefore, she is on this case and will be treated as if she were always was. The Busty Bitch was effectively put in her place and Davis decided to jump in and ask.

“Have there been any new cases? Or do you think that the Mills are on to our interest in them?”

“Not sure, but we have had a couple of strung out junkies that have been reported missing by their friends. That is, if their friends are remembering correctly. Course, their friends are strung out junkies too.” Rice passed to new report to Doyle. “Happened overnight and the report just came in.”

She noted the look that passed between Crest and Owens and raised an eyebrow. Just what did that mean?

Rice waived them all out of his office and she gave the boss a smile and a nod before following Doyle out of the office. The Busty Bitch sashayed as she walked beside Owens as all chatter ceased as those two came around everyone. She crossed over to Doyle and asked, “well, you have an urge to talk to a couple of strung out junkies?”