A/N: This story is a cross-over between L&O:CI, L&O:SVU, and a slight reference to the original L&O with the cameo appearance of Detective Ed Green with a mention of Detective Lennie Briscoe.
Pairing(s): Uh, we'll see what happens. Sometimes the characters have a mind of their own and they like to take liberties while I'm writing.
Warning(s): This is rated M for so many reasons: violence, language, adults consenting to doing adult things, descriptions of mental, physical, and emotional abuse; and mention of, dare I say, sexual abuse (hence the SVU cross-over).
Disclaimer: If I owned anything remotely in the Law and Order franchise, the last thing I would do is write fanfiction.
Summery: In the confines of darkness, a beast lays stirring.
SVU Observation Room
Friday, December 22, 2002
Approx. 8:47 PM
It wasn't meant to be their case; as it were, he and Alex were just too good at what they did. At least, that was what Bobby told himself for why they were there now, at the Special Victims Unit headquarters.
For nearly the whole month of December, Detectives Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson had been tracking a serial rapist: Jared Darsal. He was a ruthless, sadist psychopath who preyed on woman and for over five hours dominated their world; he humiliated them, raped them, and then killed them.
Except his last victim, Emily Johnson, who didn't die; even though Emily survived, she was probably going to spend the rest of her life at a psychiatric hospital. And now, even though the detectives had Jared in custody, there wasn't much evidence. Most of it was circumstantial at best. So, what the SVU Detectives needed was a confession.
After nearly two days of interrogations, and being held in lock-up, if Jared didn't confess now then he would walk. So, as it were, that was literally why he and Alex were there. Captain Cragen of the SVU unit was growing desperate and he needed the best. It was hard for Cragen to admit that his own team of detectives couldn't break Jared, but he was willing to swallow his pride if it meant bring in the two Major Case Squad detectives who were legendarily known for, if anything, getting creeps like Jared Darsal to confess.
Bobby shifted from one foot to the other as he continued to watch as Elliot went at Jared in the interrogation room. The anxiousness and adrenaline in him was pumping full blast as his body tried to keep up with his mind. It was working over time as he watched the interrogation while at the same time trying to understand Jared, find his weakness, and make the connection that he needed that would break him.
Elliot was getting nowhere quick. Jared was unrelenting; he wasn't like a lot of criminals, he had no need or desire to confess. Once he was getting close to something that caused even the slightest emotion from Jared, the rapist would quickly turn the tables and take a stab at the detective.
"Oh what's the matter, Detective? Can't please that little wife of yours?" Jared's voice was heard through the intercom.
Bobby watched as Elliot froze then pounded the table. Just as Elliot released his fury onto the table, something clicked inside Bobby's head. "I got you," he muttered under his breath. He looked over at his partner, Alex Eames, before glancing at Cragen. "May we question him next?"
Cragen and Olivia eyed each other before Cragen responded. "Do you want to go in there now?"
Bobby shook his head. "No, let Detective Stabler finish."
When Elliot gave up his last card he was holding and still Jared didn't speak, he angrily got up and left the interrogation room. He appeared at doorway and shook his head. "He's not talking."
Bobby looked at Cragen and asked his question by way of raising his brow.
"Detective Goren wants a go at him," Cragen announced to Elliot.
Elliot stiffened and looked at him with suspension and anger before addressing Cragen. "Captain, he's not talking. Nothing can shake him."
"As Captain, I have to let him try." Cragen looked back at him and nodded his head.
"Fine," Elliot announced bitterly. "If you want a go at him, Goren, by all means."
Bobby gave a quick glance at Elliot. He really didn't want to show the SVU detective up, but he knew how he could break Jared. Finally, giving a nod, he smiled down at Alex. "Wanna go bowling?"
Alex eyed him for a moment before she walked toward the door. "I'll stack him up, you knock him down."
Bobby chuckled as he watched Jared through the two-way mirror. He heard the door open and Alex sat down in the chair across from Jared. He heard her voice coming through the intercom.
"Mr. Darsal, I'm Detective Eames--"
"Please, call me Jared." Jared smiled wide; his eyes sparkled as he leaned forward in his chair.
"Jared. My partner will be here in a moment; I'll wait on him before we start the questions. Okay?"
"You mean that big, bad Detective Stabler isn't your partner," Jared asked, sounding curious.
Alex leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "No, he isn't."
Jared watched her closely as she leaned back. A grin was playing at the edge of his lips as they silently watched each other. Neither one of them were anxious to hurry the time along.
Bobby smiled at Alex's relaxed, yet determined demeanor and her willingness to let the time drag on. It was showing Jared that she wasn't scared of being alone with him. "That's it," he spoke softly to himself as his eyes trained solely on Jared Darsal.
"You mind if I inquire your first name?"
Alex quickly responded with a curt, "I do mind."
Jared's grin spread wider. "My, my, aren't you a little spitfire. I guess you have to be; I mean, going through the academy and having every guy…looking at you."
Alex just shrugged in response, completely indifferent.
Jared looked her over for a moment before asking, "You're very petite and not in the very least butch. So," he tilted his head; with a steady, chilling gaze he asked, "How many times did you fuck your instructor in order to pass?"
Everyone in the observation room turned to Bobby with astonishment and hatred. Bobby glanced at them but didn't make a move to go into the room yet.
Elliot was the first to speak. "You're not going to go in there," he nearly barked.
Bobby held up his index finger in response. "Just wait."
Elliot was fuming as he turned and punched the wall.
Olivia eyed him from across the observation room. "You're seriously going to let your partner sit in there alone with that…creep?!"
By the time Olivia started to speak, Bobby had already turned a deaf ear to the other detectives. He was watching the scene in the interrogation room unfold with a sly smile of his own spreading across his face when he heard Alex voice through the intercom.
"I'd advise you now to keep those hideous remarks to yourself, Mr. Darsal, before I make sure that you'll regret ever saying them at all."
Jared laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Feisty little bitch aren't you?"
Alex pushed out of the chair and leaned forward on the table. "I'm through with you." She turned and left the room but not in a hurry, like she was begging for Jared to try something while her back was turned.
A stark of anger flashed through Jared's eyes, like he wanted desperately to jump up and attack her, but he gritted his teeth and flexed his hands on the table before dropping them to his lap.
Bobby spotted Alex rounding the corner and quickly walked by her.
"Take him down."
"With pleasure," Bobby said in more of a promise than a simple reply. He stopped at the door and waited a moment. He not only wanted to cool his anger, but also to let Jared indulge in the obvious fantasy that Bobby knew was taking over the rapist's mind at the interaction he just had with Alex.
He wanted Jared to be complete irritated and unnerved at his interruption. Bobby wanted Jared so pissed off at him that he couldn't think straight. Taking one last breath, he turned the knob and entered.
Jared snapped his head up at him and when their eyes meant, he nearly growled.
Bobby slammed the door closed; not bothering to take his eyes off the man, he crossed not to the chair across the table, but directly behind Jared. At 6 foot 4, he towered over the short, thin man in the chair. "I'm not interrupting you, am I, Jared?"
Jared glared at him and shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he put his hands back on the table.
Bobby took a glanced over Jared's shoulder and he wasn't surprised to see the bulge in the man's jeans. He felt the thrill rush through him that he'd been right, but at the same time his stomach twisted because he was right; the creep was getting off on thoughts of his partner. He walked around to stand in front of Jared as a soft laughter interrupted the silence in the room. It drew Jared's raging eyes to him. "She can be quite something, can't she," he asked through soft chuckles.
Jared was confused for a moment before nodding.
Bobby tossed his leather binder down on the table in front of the chair Alex had once sat in. He leaned against the two-way mirror and shook his head at the ceiling. "I swear, sometimes I don't know how I put up with her. One minute, it's like we can be friends. Then the next, she's just like them all…trying to get my balls in a vice-grip."
Jared's anger was slowly dissolving as he huffed out a breath of air; a new, teasing glint formed in his eyes. "But they're the most fun."
Bobby let the chuckles ease down. "Yes, they are," he mumbled under his breath. "They keep you guessing, and the pursuit. Ooo," he said with a shudder, nearly vibrating the glass he was leaning against. "They're much more of a challenge than those other girls."
"Those sluts, you mean," Jared bit out bitterly.
Bobby inwardly cringed but didn't respond to that. "Let's not talk about them." He clenched his jaw and shook his head against the glass.
Jared was watching him closely as he grinned. "You're right; they're not worth a second thought."
"But, ones like…well, Leslie Cole, who you met at…uh, Donny's Bar and Grill, they like to pretend they're not interested; they play games and lead you around, and then just when you…" he trailed off as he closed his eyes. "Anyway, that's when they turn a cold shoulder and walk away."
Bobby slid his eyes barely open and pointed at him. "Is that the way you feel about them?"
"Hell yeah," Jared said openly to him, almost desperately.
Bobby could tell as Jared's eyes began to drift again and the sudden shortness in his breathing that he was getting excited all over again. "They want someone to…take that away from them." He pushed himself off the glass and started to slowly walk back around the table. "That independence. That…" his hands were gesturing all around in front of him. "Sense of power they have. They don't have any power, do they? Jared?"
Jared was smirking as his hands slowly slid off the table. "No. They're weak, they're nothing."
"They're just girls, right? Not women? I mean, who do they think they are? You know that a good friend of mine was denied a position because a girl had also applied?" It was clearly a lie, but Jared was buying into it. Bobby couldn't help the sly grin that spread across his face at the flicker of anger that flashed in Jared's eyes. If he built on that anger, Jared would break. "I was furious," he yelled as he approached the side of Jared. "Seeing him lose a job because of some--"
"Bitch," Jared snarled into the room. "Those bitches think they have a right to take our jobs! And then disobey us!"
"What'd you think, Jared? Hmm?" Bobby bent down, nearly in half, so he could see Jared's face as he spoke into his ear. "Are you going to let them get away with that?"
Jared was really lost now; his eyes were glazed over and the veins in his neck were pulsing and straining. "No," he choked out between clenched teeth.
"Those girls, they teased you, didn't they? They made you think you had a chance with them, let you buy them drinks, dance with them, they laughed at your jokes, and even…rubbed your thigh." Bobby could nearly feel the hot waves of rage fuming off the man. "Got you going, didn't it? Made you think you had the control, because you are in control. They have to listen to you!"
"Yes!" Jared jerked his head to his right and looked at him head-on. "They do! But they didn't! They just wouldn't fucking listen!"
"So you went after them; followed them. You had to get your control back! Show them who the man was!" Bobby emphasized it by pointing at Jared.
Jared was nodding as he spoke. "I showed them all right."
Bobby stared hard at Jared. "What'd you do?" He got right up into his ear so that the other detectives in the other room couldn't hear him as he whispered, "Did you fuck them?"
Jared snarled at him with the most sadistic grin Bobby had ever seen before in his life. "I did more than that. I punished them. Dragged them around, treated them like animals; I showed them how they were to obey a man."
"Who? Who'd you show?" Bobby had already reached into his binder when Jared had turned his attention fully to him. He slapped out a picture onto the table. "Her?"
Jared eyed the picture of Leslie Cole and nodded as he smiled. "She actually had the nerve to throw her drink in my face. She couldn't throw anything after I left her."
"You mean you killed her."
Jared nodded. "Yes."
Bobby let his fake smile and eagerness drop as Jared continued to eye the picture. His hand held another photo, the picture of Amy Fines, and he slapped it over the picture of Leslie Cole. "And her?"
Jared nodded again. "Yes."
Bobby quickly slapped each photo of all nine women over and over in front of Jared; after each one Jared nodded and gave the same answer. After all the photos were on the table, he straightened and nodded to the glass.
Within seconds the door to the interrogation room opened and Alex walked in followed by two officers. She held out a pair of handcuffs. "Mr. Darsal, you're under arrest for--" Before she could finish, Jared jumped up and flung himself toward her.
Bobby was on him in an instant; he grabbed Jared by the shoulders and slammed him so hard into the table it nearly broke in two. Jared screamed in pain as his jaw busted on impact. Blood seeped out of his mouth onto the table. "If I were you, I wouldn't try that again."
Jared stared up at him with a new furious rage. "You bastard," he growled out at him.
Bobby didn't say anything as he held down Jared's arms so Alex could cuff him. He yanked Jared off the table once the cuffs were in place and nearly tossed him to the awaiting officers.
Jared wheeled on them as the officers tried to pull him out of the room. "I'll get you for this! You hear me! You better watch your back! You'll pay….You'll fucking pay!"
Bobby watched as they finally got the sick rapist out of the room. Jared continued to yell down the hall at him, but he ignored it as he looked at Alex and smiled. "Come on, I'll buy you a nice, big martini and you can take your anger of him out on me all you want."
Alex smiled up at him and followed him out of the room. "And here I thought the night couldn't get better."
Bobby chuckled and stopped immediately once he spotted the other detectives in the hallway. In particularly, Elliot Stabler who was eyeing him with not only disgust but anger. He briefly wondered if Elliot had taken what he said in there seriously until he crossed the two feet that separated them and hit him.
Pain exploded in head as it jerked back at the sudden blow to his temple. Bobby felt himself stumbled back into the wall, catching himself to regain his balance. He shook off the cloudiness in his head as he straightened and eyed Elliot who was being held back by not only Captain Cragen and Olivia Benson, but also by Alex who was pushing at Elliot's chest.
"The rumors were right; you're a fucking freak, Goren," Elliot spat out as he tried to jerk out of the two people holding him back and trying to get around the one woman in-between the two of them.
Alex pushed Elliot back as she suddenly demanded, "What's the matter with you?"
"Him," Elliot snapped.
Bobby eyed him before he stepped closer to the detective. "Come on, Stabler, you think I actually meant any of that? I was playing him!"
"Then how'd you know what he was thinking, huh? How come you know exactly what to say? From my own experience, if someone knows things like that it's because they've been thinking it themselves."
Bobby stilled for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't have to explain anything to you." He glanced down at Alex who was now watching him and gestured toward the hallway. "Ready?"
Alex nodded and turned back to Elliot with a glare that would have made any man quiver. "Yeah; I'm getting sick of all the macho narrow-mindedness myself." She pushed Elliot away one last time before leading the way out of the hallway. They both grabbed their coats and hurried out of SVU headquarters before anyone else decided to voice their opinion.
Once they were outside, Alex turned to him. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Bobby sighed as he opened the passenger door to the SUV. "Stabler's just pissed because I got the confession and he didn't."
"The whole 'department rivalry' thing, huh? You know, I've never understood that." Alex started the truck and headed out into traffic.
Bobby glanced at her and flipped the mirror open. Luckily, Elliot caught him on the left cheek, and not the eye. His jaw was going to be hurting for a while, but it was nothing that a glass of Glenlivet scotch couldn't fix. "Well, neither do I. I mean, Jared's going to get life, that's all that matters."
Alex smiled over at him. "Well I say good riddance."
Bobby chuckled and pushed the mirror back up. "So, are we officially off the clock?"
"Yep, we'll stop off at One P.P. and then Martini-ville here I come."
Saturday, December 23, 2002
Approx. 12:17 PM
Bobby waited for another round, a Glenlivet scotch for him and a Vodka Martini double for Alex, and tried to make small talk with a traffic cop out of Queens. Even with a pretty good, healthy buzz it was hard to keep the conversation alive; especially when the cop was slurring his words, repeating everything five times, and hitting on every woman that walked by.
Finally Ray, who was the bartender, owner, and former homicide detective, placed his orders in front of him with a wary smile. "Hey, go easy, Goren. That's round six."
"Why you telling me for? Eames the one that drives," Bobby explained as he tossed the money on the bar and picked up the drinks. "Plus, I'm already past my limit. Eames swears that after two drinks I turn into a, uh…a 1920's poet boy and dumb-ass."
Ray started laughing at that. "You do like to talk about some weird shit that's for sure. I don't know about the dumb-ass part though."
"Hey, you should start calling Officer 'Don Juan' here a cab though." Bobby glanced at the traffic cop and smirked. The cop was trying to hit on a woman that Bobby knew for sure was not only a lawyer but that she wasn't the least bit interested in men.
"I got him," Ray assured him before going back to chatting up a homicide detective Bobby recognized from the 2-7.
Bobby caught the detective's attention and extended a hand. "Hey, Detective Green."
"Well, if it isn't Detective Goren. How's it been?"
Bobby smiled. "Haven't been suspended yet."
Ed Green laughed and shook his head. "I've heard stories where you've been close to it."
"I, uh, just wanted to say Merry Christmas. And thanks, for the help with that case from last year."
"No problem. Merry Christmas to you too. And, hey, Briscoe might stop in for a drink before he heads home; he was still doing paperwork when I left. If he does, come over and say 'hi', he'd appreciate it."
"Will do." Bobby held up the drinks in his hand. "I have to get back to my partner before she decides to kick my ass." He heard Ed laugh at that as he stepped away from the bar and made his way back over to the table Alex was sitting at. It appeared that while he was gone, she started talking with another female detective who was now sitting in his chair. "Here you go," he said as he sat down the martini in front of Alex.
"I can get up," the other detective exclaimed as she was starting to get up.
"No, no, you're fine." Bobby shook his head as he glanced around. He grabbed an empty chair from another table and brought it over. "I'm Bobby Goren, her partner." He nodded his head towards Alex as he shook the woman's hand.
"Rebecca Davis, from Vice."
Bobby looked back-and-forth between her and Alex. "You two worked together?"
Alex smiled over at Rebecca. "She was my partner before I transferred to Major Case."
Bobby smiled warmly at Rebecca. "Well, any former partner of Eames is a friend of mine. Uh, how long have you been with Vice?"
Rebecca tilted her head and glared at him. "Seven years," she said that with a hint of a warning in her tone.
Bobby caught the glare she'd sent him. "I wasn't trying to assuming anything. Alex," he looked over at her and smiled. "Was there for five years; so you were rookies together…?"
That seemed to relax Rebecca as she let down her guard. "We were."
Bobby smiled wide at her. "I'm glad, you kept each other safe. And," he smiled warmly over at Alex, "made each other strong."
Alex gestured to him but said to Rebecca, "See what I mean."
"Yeah, a regular ol' monsieur," Rebecca replied.
Bobby beamed at her and leaned over close to her like what he had to say was a secret. "I'm un monsieur parfait."
Rebecca leaned in closer. "I'm sure vous êtes."
"Oh brother," Alex remarked as she rolled her eyes.
Bobby smirked over at Alex then returned his attention back to Rebecca. "I'll buy you a drink. What're you having?"
Rebecca looked at Alex with a pleased look before turning back to him. "Merlot."
"I'll get you the best they got," Bobby told her; he took a long pull off his scotch before he got up.
As he approached the bar again, Ray eyed him. "You're back for another one already? Didn't I tell you to cool your heels?"
Bobby pulled out his wallet and leaned against the bar. "See that woman over there talking to Eames."
Ray looked over his shoulder. "Ah, Detective Davis."
Bobby nodded. "What's her story?"
Ray glanced at him and started to laugh. "You really can pick 'em, can't you? She's single, good cop with Vice--"
"You had me at single." Bobby eyed the wine bottles over the bar. "She's drinking Merlot, give me a glass of your best bottle."
Ray whistled and grabbed a bottle off the shelf. "You sure are a 'wine 'er and dine 'er', aren't you?"
Bobby only smirked as he watched Ray pour a glass. "Here," he handed him a fifty. "Keep the change."
"And the most generous tipper I've ever had. I don't ever want to lose your business, Goren."
Bobby raised the glass in mock toasting before making his way back to the table. Both Alex and Rebecca were giggling like nine year olds when he sat down and placed the glass in front of Rebecca. "You're not talking about me are you?"
Rebecca rested her head in her right hand as she eyed him. "Alex was just telling me some pretty interesting things about you, Bobby."
"Uh-oh." Bobby eyed Alex as he took another pull off his scotch. "This can't be good."
"No worse than some of the rumors flying around about you."
Bobby stilled then lowered his drink back down to the table; he blinked back in surprise. "Uh, rumors?"
"Don't tell me you don't pay attention to locker room gossip," Rebecca said incredulously.
Bobby shook his head and glanced over at Alex. "I don't, actually."
"He believes that ignorance is bliss when it comes to the NYPD rumor mill," Alex explained before she took a drink. "Don't worry, Bobby, I cleared some things up for her."
Bobby didn't doubt that, but that didn't change the fact that fellow officers were talking about him behind his back and saying God knows what. Suddenly, that explosion from Elliot Stabler from earlier that night flooded his mind. He downed the rest of his drink as he felt an impending headache coming on.
"Bobby, you okay?"
Bobby nodded as he continued to stare at the table. "Yeah, I'm fine." He quickly got up and strolled back over to the bar. Ray was getting sick of seeing him, but he didn't care. The easy-going warm buzz he was feeling wasn't cutting it anymore; he needed to be one step closer to drunken obliteration. "Ray, uh, two more Glenlivet's and the hardest shot of whatever you've got."
Ray eyed him for a long moment. "You sure?"
Bobby held up another fifty in his hand. "I don't want to remember this when I wake up this afternoon."
"Come on, whatever it is it can't be that bad? What're your plans for this holiday weekend?"
Bobby shook his head. "Nothing, really. Visiting my mother," he mumbled softly to himself.
"You're going to visit your mother with a hang-over?"
"She's not going to notice…or remember." Bobby tossed the money down and waited for the drinks. The shot was placed in front of him first. He downed it in a second then picked up the two glasses of scotch. "Thanks."
"Hey, seriously, what's the matter? Did Davis turn you down?"
Bobby shook his head as he rubbed a hand over his face. "Didn't get a chance to ask her. It's…" he eyed Ray suspiciously before he leaned over the bar. Talking in a soft whisper he asked, "Are there rumors going around about me?"
Ray didn't say anything for a moment; he was debating over something and Bobby immediately got the hint.
Bobby sighed as he took a long pull off one of the glasses. "How bad?"
"It's nothing. Just talk, you know. Nobody takes it seriously, not unless you do something really bad or against another officer, then they'll take it seriously."
Bobby eyed him for nearly a minute before saying, "Stabler from the SVU called me a freak." He tilted his head and glanced around the bar. "Is that what everyone thinks?"
Ray leaned further across the bar and looked at him intensely. "No. Cops who know you, work with you…They know better. And hey, Briscoe and Green from the 2-7 do nothing but praise you and Eames. And you know other officers respect what they say."
Bobby studied his eyes for any hint of dishonesty; he finally let the tension that built up in him ease when he saw that Ray was telling him the truth. "Thanks. I'll finish these off and go home."
"All right. Take it easy, Goren."
Bobby finished off one glass before he left the bar. The other one was clutched in his hand as he slowly strolled back over to the table. Alex and Rebecca were both watching him as he sat down. He gave them reassuring smiles before slouching down in the chair; leaning all the way back, he stared at the ceiling. The room was spinning and his head was feeling light and numb.
"You still with us, Gumby?"
Bobby smirked at Alex's reference to him and glanced over at her sideways. "We're getting praises from Lennie Briscoe and Ed Green from the 2-7."
"Huh, and here I thought we weren't good cops."
Bobby chuckled at that sarcastic comment and tried to sit back up in the chair. The room tilted and he had to catch himself on the table so not to fall over. "Oh, bad idea."
"You don't look so good; ready to go home?"
Bobby stared at the glass in his hand before downing it in one go. He nodded and pulled out his cell phone. "I'll call a cab. You don't have to drive me."
"I'll drive you."
Bobby glanced over at Rebecca through half closed eyes and shook his head. "You and Eames, you're having a good time. Really, I'll call a cab."
"I can always come back," Rebecca said as she stood up and grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and handed it to him. "And besides, I'm not through talking to you. Where'd you live?"
Bobby stared up at her then glanced over at Alex who was trying to hide a knowing smile. "Brooklyn."
"That narrows it down; which neighborhood?"
Bobby smiled up at her as she pulled on her coat. "Prospect Heights." He turned back to Alex. "Eames," he said as he leaned over closer to her. "We did good today, and thanks for letting me buy."
Alex had to bite back a laugh as she watched him try to stand up without stumbling around. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Anytime partner."
Bobby's smile grew wider as he nodded in agreement. "Be careful while we're gone; there's a bar full of drunk cops and you know what that means."
Alex lost her battle and started laughing as Bobby slipped on his coat. "Sure do. They all have loaded guns."
Bobby couldn't help it, he busted out laughing. Once he got his voice back, he leaned down and told her, "Merry Christmas, Alex."
"Merry Christmas to you too, Bobby. Are you staying with your mom this weekend?"
Bobby nodded. "I'm driving up there tonight and spending Christmas Eve with her. Then I'm coming back down on Monday. Hey, we've got three days off," he announced as he held up three fingers. "I'll see you Tuesday…Well, if we don't get a call-out before then." He straightened back up and turned to follow Rebecca out. "And drive safe, call a cab," he yelled back over his shoulder. He offered his arm to Rebecca as they made their way out of the building.
Rebecca gladly took it and smiled up at him. "You really are a perfect gentleman, even when you're drunker than a skunk."
Bobby opened the door and held it so they could walk out into the freezing night air. "I have my moments." The snow was coming down hard as they made their way to her car.
His head felt like it was being stabbed a million times over with ice picks. Bobby groaned into his arm as the pain continued to intensify. If he'd known his hang-over would be that bad, he would have let Eames buy, that way he could've called her up and yelled at her for it. Actually, he thought as he moaned into his arm, he might just do that anyway. She'd only laugh at him then hopefully invite him over from some afternoon breakfast.
That line of thinking quickly brought him around to Rebecca Davis. How he wished he hadn't been seeing double by the time they left Ray's. He barely remembered the drive to his apartment, but he did remember getting her phone number. And he absolutely remembered the taste of her as they kissed with snow falling on them. It could have been romantic if he hadn't been stupid enough to think he could lean back on the lobby door while he was trying to open it. He managed somehow to stumble halfway through the lobby before falling on his ass.
God, he was a world-class idiot. Rebecca only laughed for at him for about a minute or two before she helped him up. And then she kissed him again as he rested against the wall and waited for the elevator.
He would have invited her up if it hadn't been for the fact that he knew he wouldn't remember, and that he wouldn't have lasted more than two seconds before he passed out. That would've been bad. No, that would've been devastating. Shattering his male ego and all that bullshit.
Wait…He did invite her up, but it wasn't for sex. It had something to with a book. He was going to let her borrow a book of his, written entirely in French. Then…He moaned and rubbed his head on his forearm, he didn't remember what happened after that. It was all a blur. He knew he didn't sleep with her though. That was a certainty.
Finally deciding it was time to get up, he stretched out only to bang his heel against something hard; sending a pained vibration through his leg.
"…of a bitch," he grunted out into his arm.
He then froze as his drunken mind came to the realization that he wasn't on his bed. The floor beneath him was cold and hard, sending shivers down his spine. He would have opened his eyes but he knew that'd just cause his head more problems. The last thing he needed was sunlight blinding him.
Sighing in frustration and disbelief, he felt around the floor with his free right hand. He better not be on his kitchen floor. The last time that happened he had Lewis to blame. He had no one to blame now except himself. Now, it was a definite certainty, he didn't sleep with anybody last night except with his make-shift kitchen island.
A ripple of stabbing hot pain filled his head again and he groaned into the floor. He had to get up, down some water and aspirin, relieve his bladder which was starting to get painful, and then pass-out on his bed were he wouldn't be freezing to death
Getting up onto his hands and knees, and still with his eyes closed, he shifted his leg up and went to stand when his head banged into something hard and metallic. He collapsed back down to the floor; the ache in his head intensified at the blow it took. His eyes fluttered open and he stared into darkness. He couldn't see a thing.
Panic flared through him and he immediately tried to get up again, only to be restricted as metal bars pressed into his back. That was when the cold reality set in as his body started to shake. Reaching around him in every direction he could feel thick metal bars encaging him in like an animal. There was a solid brick wall through the bars behind him and to his right. The cage must be back in a corner of the room. And there was no room to stand, or to stretch out the entire length of his body which was only being covered by his boxer shorts.
"God," he rasped out of his dry mouth as his hand ran over what felt like a lock.
"I see you're awake."
Bobby stilled against the bars and stared out into the darkness of the room. He wondered briefly how the person who had him could see in the pitch darkness, then he came to the only conclusion that they had to be wearing night-vision goggles. Before he could say anything, loud music shattered his hearing sending a wave of needle pains through his head.
It took him a moment for his hearing to stop ringing and for the music to register in his mind.
Well I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling something ain't right, I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I wondering how I get down the stairs, Clowns to left of me, Jokers to the right, Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Out of pure panic and desperation he slammed his body into the side that he was certain was the door. He heard the lock bang against the bars, but the door wasn't budging.
…And I'm wondering what it is I should do, It's so hard to keep this smile from my face, Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place, Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
He continued to throw his entire body and weight against the bars until his left shoulder numbed with the tingling of burning pain that coursed through his arm.
Well you started out with nothing, And you're proud that you're a self-made man, And your friends they all come crawlin, Slap you on the back and say, Please...Please….
With all his energy spent, he slumped against the bars and breathed heavily into the musky air. A bang came from the front of the cage, rocking him back onto his butt. Then another kick came to the cage at his side.
"Who are you," Bobby tried to yell over the music but he couldn't be heard. Another kicked landed against the side of the cage. Fear spiked in his chest and he was getting frustrated that he could see anything.
Trying to make some sense of it all, But I can see that it makes no sense at all, Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?, 'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore, Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
He resigned himself to settling back against the side of the cage that was against the wall. As kicks kept coming to the cage with every beat of the music.
Well you started out with nothing, And you're proud that you're a self-made man, And your friends they all come crawlin, Slap you on the back and say, Please...
Well you started out with nothing, And you're proud that you're a self-made man, And your friends they all come crawlin, Slap you on the back and say, Please...
Resting his head against the bars, he closed his eyes trying to block out the obvious mocking torments of his captor.
A/N: While I was writing this last part, I was listening to my i-Tunes and 'Stuck in the Middle with You' by Stealers Wheel came on and it clicked in my head that it'd be the perfect mocking torment song for this last part. So, I had to add it in. Ahhh, to torment Bobby with a song.