Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Redefining Heaven ❯ Paradise Lost ( Chapter 1 )

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Redefining Heaven

 

Chapter One: Paradise Lost

By: Irish

 

Rated R

Warnings: Explicit Language, graphic violence, adult situations

 

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“Goddamn, I swear if Rose sticks his head in here one more time.” Dee grumbled, picking up the file he had been tossed.

 

“That's why he does it you know, to drive you crazy. He would love to issue you an official reprimand.” Ryo sighed, shaking his head. When would Dee grow up a little? Ryo took another deep breath reminding himself that he had come into this relationship fully understanding what he was signing on for, besides, he was no picnic himself.

 

“I know.” Dee sighed “I know... but he's so damned good at it.” He rubbed his face. “Thank God, the days almost over.”

 

“Not with this new file its not.” Ryo shook his head, massaging the back of his neck and rolling his shoulders “We're going to be here until eight.” or nine, or ten.... Dee was such a slow reader.

 

“We're taking it home. I'm not staying here all night.”

 

“We won't get it done at home, besides, I thought we decided to leave work at work.” Ryo looked up at Dee, again reminding himself to have patients.

 

“You decided. What you didn't' factor in was that if we don't take work home, were here fourteen hours a day. If we don't take it home, we just stay here all night, and that's not any better. We still don't get to spend time with each other or Bikky. At least at home, we can be comfortable. Besides, its your turn to cook, and I am not letting you shirk KP again.” there was a twinkle in his eye though, and Ryo had to smile. Ryo knew well that he was a terrible cook. The only dish he made with any proficiency was pasta. He and Bikky had eaten a lot of pasta and take out before Dee.

 

“Hungry for pasta, Laytner?” he teased, stretching his leg out under his desk, and it was quite a stretch, to nudge Dee's foot.

 

“Oh yeah, starved. Tell ya what, you let us take this home, I'll cook.” he winked, knowing that it wasn't much of a bargain, no one wanted to be submitted to Ryo's cooking.

 

“Your on.” Ryo chuckled, nudging his foot again gently. “Does that mean we're not having pasta?”

 

“No!” Dee laughed “No more pasta! You are going to turn us all into rottinii noodles!” He shook his head, stretching his own leg a little bit, not near so far as Ryo had to, to caress Ryo's ankle “How does chicken and rice with that raisin/wine sauce sound?”

 

“Good. Cal's coming for dinner I imagine, I told Bikky she could.” Ryo reached over the two desks and gave Dee's hand a squeeze. “I didn't figure you'd mind.”

 

“Of course not, Cal's great, a real-” The phone interrupted Dee, burrrring-ing loud enough that they both jumped. Dee snatched up the receiver. “Laytner.” He listened for a moment, his eyes going to Ryo. Ryo frowned as Dee held the phone out to him wordlessly.

 

“This is Detective McLean...” He said, frowning, assuming the caller had asked for him, what was Dee looking at him like that, what was that look?

 

“Detective McLean, this is Officer Johansen, I'm a investigator with the fifty-third. I hate to have to do this over the phone, but time is a factor. Detective, your legal ward Bikky Jamison Goldman was hit by a car while he was crossing the street about half an hour ago-”

 

“Oh my God!” Ryo's eyes went wide, “Oh my God.... what... where?”

 

“He is at the Country General, but the doctor just informed me he is being airlifted to St. Benedict's, unless you have another preference?”

 

Ryo's eyes flew to Dee. Airlifted, that, that was very serious. His mind blanked, he wanted to ask Dee, but he couldn't think of how to with out having to stop and explain the whole thing.

 

“St. Jude's. Take him to St. Jude's children's, if they have what he needs.” Ryo said quickly, eyes still on Dee. Dee paled further, his eyes as wide as Ryo's, he took Ryo's hand over the desk.

 

“I will pass it on. They will be able to tell you more there.”

 

“Thank you.” Ryo didn't even blink, or say good bye as he hung up, still staring at Dee. “Its Bikky... he...” Ryo cleared his throat “He was hit by a car.”

 

Dee's reaction was identical to Ryo's though neither of them noticed “Oh my god.... oh god... what... where?”

 

“They are air lifting him to St. Jude's. He's currently at County General. We're supposed to meet them at St. Jude's.” Ryo said faintly, eyes not leaving Dee's face.

 

Dee's hand was flat against his chest, over where Ryo knew his cross and saint medallion hung. “We need to leave, now.” Dee said, clearing his throat, finally managing to blink, he stood quickly, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, tossing Ryo his. “Come on.”

 

Ryo stood just in time to catch his coat. Ryo grabbed the keys off Dee's desk, and they both dashed out of the office, still pulling on their jackets.

 

“Drake, tell Rose family emergency.” Dee called over his shoulder as he trampled down the stairs to the back door of the precinct. Ryo flew out just a head of him, holding the door for Dee. Dee jogged around to the drivers side, it was his car, and it was a stick. Ryo could drive it, but Dee drove it with more skill. Ryo tossed the keys with almost eerie timing as Dee held up a hand for them. Snagging them out of the air, Dee unlocked the doors and slid behind the drivers seat. Dee who had driven this car for almost ten years, managed to stall out pulling out of the parking space.

 

“Shit!” he hissed, angrily cranking the key in eh ignition.

 

“Dee.... calm down.” Ryo said softly. He was anything but calm, and didn't really expect Dee to be, but he needed to be calm enough to drive. “Or we need to take the train.” Dee took a slow deep shuddering breath.

 

“All right, you're right, I'm okay.” Dee said, opening his eyes and started the car again more calmly, pulling smoothly out into traffic.

 

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Cal sat in the passenger seat of a cop car, a rough blue blanket with yellow stitching around the border and `NYPD' on one corner, around her shoulders. She had also been given one of those stupid teddy bears they carried to give to little kids. She clutched at it anyway, shivering so hard her teeth chattered. The Cop, Officer Johansen, had parked in the Emergency entrance area and ran in, he had come out again about ten minutes later, and with out a word, started driving somewhere else.

 

It didn't even occur to Cal to ask where they were going , or why she was here, or why the hell he thought some stupid stuffed animal was going to make it all better. She starred out the window, rocking back and forth a little. What she was really seeing though, was the EMT saying `I've got it' and dropping what had to have been Bikky's foot and most of his ankle into a plastic bag, like it was left over hamburger.

 

“Officer?” she whispered.

 

The officer glanced at her. “Yes sweetheart?” he didn't remember her name, she had rattled it off when asked, but she had been too busy trying to get the cops to understand who they needed to be notifying, and he had been too busy writing down what she was saying to catch her name when one of the other cops asked it.

 

“I'm going to be sick.” she whispered.

 

“Ah... well, can you hold on just a little bit longer honey?” He asked, they were five minutes from the hospital, and traffic was congested, there was no place to pull over.

 

“Now!” She snapped. Officer Johansen didn't ask any more questions, having three daughters of his own, he knew that tone of voice. He pulled over so fast his breaks squealed, double parking. The girl threw open her car door, leaning out and retching hard.

 

Officer Johansen winced. He could never handle when his girls got sick, that was his wife's department. “Um,” he said unhelpfully, patting her back awkwardly. She sobbed as she wretched again, shuddering all over. “Its okay?” he tried, willing to do anything at that moment to make the crying and vomiting stop. The girl shook her head, retching yet again, head hanging out over the street, clutching the handle of the door with white knuckles, the other braced on the floor boards.

 

Cal threw up until her stomach was empty, and even then she dry heaved a few more times. When she was sure she was done, she spit a few times, before sitting up again slowly, dropping her head back against the seat. She knew she was crying rather pathetically, but she didn't care. She felt like she had been ripped into pieces and hastily put back together with crazy glue, her insides all in the wrong places. She wanted her dad, damnit, but he was dead.

 

“Um, better now Miss?” the cop asked. God what a retard Cal thought, she knew he was trying, but Ryo or even Dee would have been more adept at handling this then this big idiot. She nodded though, known that he meant could he close the door and keep driving, not whether or not she was actually all right. She felt him lean across her and pull the door shut.

 

“Mint?” he asked, offering her a pack of mints. She took the whole pack, not just one, knowing it was rube, but not caring. She lay back against her seat, closing her eyes, popping one of the candies in her mouth, feeling the officer pull back out into traffic.

 

They parked at another hospital, the officer not turning off the engine. Cal knew that from hanging around with Dee and Ryo, they never shut of the engine of a cruiser while they were on call. She looked around a bit, the officer was looking at her again.

 

“Um, we're at St. Jude's, that where they're bringing your friend. Bikky.” he said as the name came to him. “Come on, I want a doctor to look at you, and I have to ask you some questions... you can keep the blanket and the bear.” he added, as though that somehow made any of this better.

 

“Great.” She rasped sarcastically, pushing open the door and stumbling out onto the pavement, squeaking softly as sharp stones cut through her socks. She still didn't have any shoes.

 

“Oh shit, you don't' have any shoes.” Johansen said, dismayed. God but he was swift... Cal almost smacked her forehead

 

“No, I don't.” She snapped, taking a couple hobbling steps, her feet feeling very sore though she wasn't sure why.

 

“I don't think you should be walking with out shoes?” Johansen had no idea what to do about that though. This girl was hardly a girl, she had to be like sixteen or seventeen, if she had been a child he would have just carried her inside, but he didn't want to have a sexual harassment suit on his ass. And if that skirt she wore was any shorter, he would have had to put her in cuffs for indecent exposure.

 

“Well, unless you can teach me to fly, that's about the only option I have!” She snapped.

 

“Carol?”" it was a familiar voice, and Carol lifted her head to look around. Ten feet away, Dee and Ryo had just gotten out of their car. Ryo took one look at Cal, glancing quickly to Dee, then sprinted into the ER. Dee looked between Cal and the cop a minute.

 

“Cal, where are your shoes?” Dee asked, his heart in his throat, seeing how bloody she was. Not much of it could have been hers though, or she would have been in an ambulance, not a cop car... which meant it had to be Bikky's.

 

“I took off my skates.... I dropped my shoes... no one picked them up.” she started to cry again, holding her arms open to Dee, silently begging to be hugged. Dee didn't hesitate, hopping the hood of one car, dogging between a couple others, he scooped cal up in his arms, lifting her like a small child and hugging her close “They were my favorite shoes!” she sobbed.

 

The officer looked at Dee “Are you her father?” he asked, watching as Dee tucked the rough blanket around Cal a little more to compensate for her short skirt.

 

“No. What's it to you?”

 

“Well I can't just let her go with you if you aren't a guardian....” Johansen felt a thousand times a fool, but there was procedure here, damnit.

 

“Listen, my partner and son are in there.” he indicated the emergency room with his head. “That's where I'm going, and I assume where you're going. She doesn't have any damn shoes, she can't walk in, there is glass everywhere.”

 

“Yeah... yeah all right... and uh, I can see your badge-” it hung off Dee's shoulder holster, in easy sight. “So, um yeah.”

 

“Thanks... Johansen.” Dee said, pausing to check the guys name. He brushed passed the officer, obviously someone a little out of his league at the moment. Not that Dee didn't sympathize, but he had bigger chickens to roast at the moment.

 

Cal latched her arms firmly around Dee's neck, pressing her face to his shoulder and sobbing as she was carried into the bustling ER.

 

Dee paused once inside, looking around for Ryo. He spotted him over at the desk and moved over to him quickly. “What's going on, where's Bikky?”

 

“He's up in surgery. They want us to wait in the waiting room up there. Is Cal okay?”

 

“Upset.” he said needlessly. “This is uh, Officer Johansen.” Dee indicated the officer who was trailing after him with his head. “I assume he's here because he needs to ask Cal some questions?” he glanced over his shoulder.

 

“Right.” Johansen nodded, finally sure of something.

 

“Okay...” Ryo was looking pale and upset. Dee empathized, but didn't want to talk about it with an audience. Ryo apparently did not either, and gave Dee a brief nod. Ryo turned and looked to the nurse standing nearby. “Is it all right if its a group affair?” He asked.

 

“In the waiting room, that is fine, and I will see if I can get the little Miss some scrubs to put on.” The diminutive nurse said kindly. “Follow me.”

It was a small procession up the stairs to the third floor, Dee carrying Cal the whole way, Officer Johansen trailing along and feeling a fool. The nurse showed them to a much quieter waiting room, one that was entirely deserted.

 

“You can wait in here. A doctor will come discuss things with you in more detail as soon as possible, if the lady wants to come with me, we can get her cleaned up.” The nurse offered, touching Cal's shoulder. Cal shook her head, not letting go of Dee.

 

“Um, do you mind if I come?” Dee asked the nurse. Cal obviously wasn't letting go.

 

“Of course not, follow me.”

 

Dee and Cal were led down a back hallway to a dressing room for the hospital staff. Dee paused as the Nurse stuck her head in, the door was labeled `Women's'. When given the all clear, he carried Cal in, managing to set her on a bench, straightening. The nurse filled Dee's arms again almost immediately with a couple of towels, and wash clothes, small samples of soap and shampoo and conditioner, and a pair of pink scrubs. “I'll try and find something for her feet.” the nurse said, patting the girls shoulder before departing. Dee sat down besides Cal.

 

“All right honey, here we've got everything you need to clean up, I'll wait right here, but you're going to need to shower by yourself.” he chuckled faintly. “You're not my type.”

 

Cal nodded taking what Dee handed her and limping over to the shower. After she peeled off her bloody clothes and socks, she saw that she had cut her feet up pretty good, probably running at the guy in the sedan. She sighed. Nothing to be done about it right now. She had to get cleaned up first.

 

The warm water calmed her somewhat, and she was much more in control when she emerged in the pink scrubs, still limping. She sighed deeply as she sat down next to Dee.

 

“I cut my feet.”

 

“Let me see.” Dee lifted up one foot to examine the sole. There were several smaller lacerations, most of them still bleeding a bit. “Well, that's not too good. Lets see...” Dee looked around. Standing up he grabbed a couple paper towels, and returned to Cal. “I don't know if you do this, but when I cut myself shaving...” these were worse then the tiny knicks you got shaving, but he didn't have much else at the moment. He pressed one paper towel flat against the bottom of her foot, holding it there until it stuck, then did the same to the other. “There. now you won't bleed everywhere.”

 

“Thanks Dee.” She wiped at her face. “We better get back to Ryo.”

 

“Yeah, we had better.” Dee agreed. “I'll carry you again, I'm sure the nurse will come back and then we can get some Band-Aids.” Dee stood again and lifted her into his arms. She sighed softly and let herself be carried back to the waiting room.

 

Ryo was pacing the floor tensely, and Officer Johansen was standing awkwardly in a corner. Both seemed relieved when Dee and Cal returned. Dee set Cal in a chair, then turned to Ryo. Ryo took his hand as Officer Johansen sat down beside Cal with his notebook out.

 

“Has anyone told you anything?” Dee asked, as Ryo drew him to the opposite corner of the room. Ryo nodded a little.

 

“Yes, an RN came by while you can Cal were gone.” Ryo swallowed hard and swayed on his feet a little.

 

“Whoa, sit down baby.” Dee said softly urging him into a chair, sitting down beside him taking both his hands. “tell me.”

 

“Its... its not good.” Ryo whispered. “They're.... they have him in surgery. They are taking out a piece of his skull, his brain.... is swelling a lot... they aren't sure... how much damage there is. One of his lungs... his spleen...” Ryo choked up, shaking his head. “She said something about skin grafts.” He whispered.

 

“Oh god...” Dee suddenly felt ice cold. He drew Ryo into his arms, hugging him tight. “Is he going to make it?”

 

“She wouldn't say.” he whispered “Said the doctor had to talk to us about that.” Ryo shuddered hard, and Dee's arms tightened around him, tucking Ryo under his chin, rocking him just a little. He didn't bother to say anything, what could he even say to that? His heart sank like a rock and he felt tears heat his own eyes.

 

`God,' he prayed `God, please don't take our boy from us. Everything I have had you've always taken away from me... do not take him, please.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arthur's Note: I hope you've enjoyed the first installment of my most recent work. Keep you fingers crossed that the muses remain happy. This is a plot I know well though, so I should be able to finish at least one arch of it. I know everyone and their mother has done the `lets injure Bikky' story... but I am hoping that if you bear with me you will see that mine is a little different. Also I do have the next two or so chapters written, I am just doling them out slowly. It would be nice if you folk would be kind enough to review. Thanks to those of you who have left reviews longer then a line. All you one line folks, glad you're reading, but I put a lot of time and effort into my work, it would be great if you put a tiny bit into your review. Keep it real!

 

" I know there is some debate about whether its Carol or Cal, I have always liked Cal better, so I've decided to solve the issue this way: Carol is her legal given name, Cal is her nickname. And before anyone asks how you get Cal from Carol… How do you get Katie from Katharine?