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avari_maethor
Summary: Vicki gets a feeling that something is wrong in the park. She and Celluci check it out and find a young boy asleep on a bench. Vicki can’t leave this boy out in the freezing cold so she takes him home.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mention of prostitution.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Tanya Huff, Penguin Group publishers and TV rights belong to Insight Film Studios. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Thawing the Gap
Vicki watched the rhythmic motions of the windshield wipers. Winter was ready to set in over Toronto, this small storm was just Mother Nature warming up… or was it cooling down? No matter, either way it didn’t change her feeling that something was off. Glancing over at her partner, Michael Celluci, she could easily see he didn’t have the same feeling. His eyes were too focused on the streets; she knew he was hoping for a quiet hour so they could finish their patrol quietly.
“I don’t like it Mike,” she stated. Celluci snorted, a hint of amusement behind it.
“You never like it when things are quiet,” he replied.
“You’re right but this is different… it feels like something bad is happening.”
“And just where is this bad thing happening?” She had to think about that for a moment but when she found the answer there was no doubt in her voice.
“The park.” Celluci glanced at her and saw the determined look in her eyes. He sighed and turned on the turning signal to turn at the next street. If he didn’t go to the park and follow this feeling she had he would never hear the end of it.
The park was quiet at this hour; a couple of people out walking their dogs, most of the homeless had sought what warmth the shelters around the city offered, and snow… lots of snow falling. Celluci had no idea how Vicki thought they were going to find anything wrong happening in the park with all this snow swirling around them. He unconsciously turned up the heat a bit and scanned his eyes over the darkened park.
“Well… I don’t see anything, do you?” He questioned. Vicky didn’t reply, she was leaning forward, straining her eyes to see something through the snow.
“Stop the car.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.” Celluci sighed and stopped the car. Cold air took away very bit of accumulated heat the moment she opened the door. He hadn’t expected her actually to get out.
“Vicki? Vicki, where are you going?” He called only to get a door slam for a reply. Growling in annoyance softly he unbuckled himself and got out of the car to follow her. It only took him a moment to spot her heading for a bench just outside the ring of light cast by one of the street lamps in the park. Jogging to catch up he finally saw what had drawn her to this bench. A boy, dark hair and a skinny frame, defiantly not wearing the clothes proper for such a cold night lay on the bench, his eyes closed in sleep… or unconsciousness. Celluci couldn’t tell which it was but he was glad Vicki had told him to come here, a dead kid in the park was the last thing he wanted to hear about on the morning news.
“Help me get him back to the car Mike, we can take him to the nearest shelter on our way back to the station,” Vicki told him. Celluci nodded and slid his arms under the boy’s frame. The boy didn’t respond but the small white puffs coming from his nose proved that he was unconscious and not dead.
“Shit, this kid can’t be more than fourteen… feels like a twelve year old though,” he muttered as he carried the boy back to the car. Celluci laid him in the backseat and Vicki took off her jacket to cover him with. She got back in the front and started the car to crank the heat up. Celluci climbed into the driver’s seat and started driving to the nearest homeless shelter.
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“I’m sorry detectives but we are out of beds tonight. I believe all the shelters in the immediate area are. He should have come in earlier,” the priest told them. Vicki and Celluci both shared a glance and then turned to leave the building muttering curses under their breath.
“So what are we going to do with the kid now?” Celluci questioned as they got back in the car. Vicki glanced back at the still unconscious boy in the back seat; some of his color seemed to have returned that was a plus.
“I’ll take him home with me,” she stated. Just as she thought they would, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“You’ll do what?!” He exclaimed.
“I’ll take him home with me,” she restated.
“Vicky, are you crazy? This kid could hurt you, he could…”
“He’s unconscious.”
“But for how long?”
“Mike, I can’t put him back out on the street. He’ll die; do you really want that on my and your conscious?” She asked.
“No… but…”
“No buts, I’ll take him home, let him warm up and give him a meal if he wants and then send him on his way,” she assured him.
“If he stays, I stay,” Celluci stated. Vicky rolled her eyes.
“I swear Mike; you’re just like a big kid. I’m a big girl; I don’t need you protecting me. Now drop it, we’re back at the station.” Celluci blinked, he hadn’t even realized that he had started driving. “Go file the reports for tonight; I’ll call you in the morning so you know the kid didn’t kill me.” Vicki then slid over and pushed him out of the car, closing the door before he could reply. Before he knew it he was staring at the tail lights of her car, somehow aware that he had carried the kid to her car but not sure how she had managed to convince him to do it. He really had to figure out her power over him.
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The next morning Vicki was just making coffee when her phone rang. She didn’t even look at the caller ID before picking it up. She poured herself a cup of coffee as she answered.
“Morning Mike.”
“I’m guessing he didn’t kill you if you’re talking to me.”
“No, to tell the truth he hasn’t even woken up yet. I think he might have caught something out in the cold though, there’s a bit of a flush to his cheeks,” she told him.
“Do you want me to come by?” He questioned.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay. If he’s not up by the time I leave for work I’ll leave him a note. If he’s not up by the time we get off I might ask you to help me get him to the hospital.”
“Alright, well if you need me you know my number.”
“Yes great protector.”
“Vicki…”
“Bye Mike!” Then he could only reply to the dial tone.
Vicki waited until almost 10am before making some breakfast hoping the boy asleep on her couch would wake. He didn’t even move but his fever rose and she placed a cool rag on his forehead. He still wasn’t awake when she had to leave for her shift so she left a note lying on the coffee table.
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“I can’t believe you insisted on coming up Mike. Really, this kid is harmless,” she said annoyed.
“And if he’s there waiting to bash your head in? What would you say then?”
“I wouldn’t say anything, I would probably be unconscious.” Celluci growled as she unlocked her door.
“Well the door is still locked so I’m guessing he hasn’t left… but he has moved, he wasn’t turned over before,” she said setting her keys down on the counter. She walked over to check his fever and noticed that something had been added to her note from earlier. “Thank you,” she murmured reading the simple words.
“You can move your hand now,” a voice she didn’t know mumbled. Looking down she saw the boy looking at her.
“Oh, sorry.” She took her hand away and gave him a small smile as he sat up.
“I guess I should thank ya or something,” he said.
“Telling me your name will do,” she answered.
“Tony.”
“Well Tony it’s good to meet you. I’m Vicki and this is my partner Michael Celluci.” Neither of them had changed out of their uniforms yet so she noticed the apprehension in Tony’s eyes.
“Cops?” He questioned.
“Hopefully the one’s considered good,” she replied.
“We’ll see…” He trailed off as his stomach gave a loud growl, he blushed.
“I’ll fix you something to eat. You look like you could use it. Mike, are you staying for supper?”
“Sure,” he answered.
“Listen… I don’t ‘member much about last night… did you find me before or after my john?” Tony questioned. Vicki and Mike shared a look; only one type of person used that slang.
“Tony, are you a prostitute?” Vicki asked.
“Will you haul my ass in for it?”
“Off the record.”
“What can I say? It keeps beer in dad’s fridge and that keeps him from hitting me,” Tony replied.
Vicki didn’t reply. She’d dealt with prostitutes before… but never one so young. She felt a connection to this young man, what made that connection she had no idea… but she had to save him. She would die trying to save him if she had to.
A/N: This is my very first Blood Ties fic. I haven't seen the show since it aired on Lifetime... and even then I didn't get to see them all. I have read all the books but "Smoke & Ashes" which I am reading now. I know the characters are a bit OOC but I hope to correct that as I write more fanfics for this fandom. A friend told me I should make this into a series... I hadn't planned on it but I could if people like it. Let me know!
Author:
avari_maethorSummary: Vicki gets a feeling that something is wrong in the park. She and Celluci check it out and find a young boy asleep on a bench. Vicki can’t leave this boy out in the freezing cold so she takes him home.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mention of prostitution.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Tanya Huff, Penguin Group publishers and TV rights belong to Insight Film Studios. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Vicki watched the rhythmic motions of the windshield wipers. Winter was ready to set in over Toronto, this small storm was just Mother Nature warming up… or was it cooling down? No matter, either way it didn’t change her feeling that something was off. Glancing over at her partner, Michael Celluci, she could easily see he didn’t have the same feeling. His eyes were too focused on the streets; she knew he was hoping for a quiet hour so they could finish their patrol quietly.
“I don’t like it Mike,” she stated. Celluci snorted, a hint of amusement behind it.
“You never like it when things are quiet,” he replied.
“You’re right but this is different… it feels like something bad is happening.”
“And just where is this bad thing happening?” She had to think about that for a moment but when she found the answer there was no doubt in her voice.
“The park.” Celluci glanced at her and saw the determined look in her eyes. He sighed and turned on the turning signal to turn at the next street. If he didn’t go to the park and follow this feeling she had he would never hear the end of it.
The park was quiet at this hour; a couple of people out walking their dogs, most of the homeless had sought what warmth the shelters around the city offered, and snow… lots of snow falling. Celluci had no idea how Vicki thought they were going to find anything wrong happening in the park with all this snow swirling around them. He unconsciously turned up the heat a bit and scanned his eyes over the darkened park.
“Well… I don’t see anything, do you?” He questioned. Vicky didn’t reply, she was leaning forward, straining her eyes to see something through the snow.
“Stop the car.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.” Celluci sighed and stopped the car. Cold air took away very bit of accumulated heat the moment she opened the door. He hadn’t expected her actually to get out.
“Vicki? Vicki, where are you going?” He called only to get a door slam for a reply. Growling in annoyance softly he unbuckled himself and got out of the car to follow her. It only took him a moment to spot her heading for a bench just outside the ring of light cast by one of the street lamps in the park. Jogging to catch up he finally saw what had drawn her to this bench. A boy, dark hair and a skinny frame, defiantly not wearing the clothes proper for such a cold night lay on the bench, his eyes closed in sleep… or unconsciousness. Celluci couldn’t tell which it was but he was glad Vicki had told him to come here, a dead kid in the park was the last thing he wanted to hear about on the morning news.
“Help me get him back to the car Mike, we can take him to the nearest shelter on our way back to the station,” Vicki told him. Celluci nodded and slid his arms under the boy’s frame. The boy didn’t respond but the small white puffs coming from his nose proved that he was unconscious and not dead.
“Shit, this kid can’t be more than fourteen… feels like a twelve year old though,” he muttered as he carried the boy back to the car. Celluci laid him in the backseat and Vicki took off her jacket to cover him with. She got back in the front and started the car to crank the heat up. Celluci climbed into the driver’s seat and started driving to the nearest homeless shelter.
“I’m sorry detectives but we are out of beds tonight. I believe all the shelters in the immediate area are. He should have come in earlier,” the priest told them. Vicki and Celluci both shared a glance and then turned to leave the building muttering curses under their breath.
“So what are we going to do with the kid now?” Celluci questioned as they got back in the car. Vicki glanced back at the still unconscious boy in the back seat; some of his color seemed to have returned that was a plus.
“I’ll take him home with me,” she stated. Just as she thought they would, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“You’ll do what?!” He exclaimed.
“I’ll take him home with me,” she restated.
“Vicky, are you crazy? This kid could hurt you, he could…”
“He’s unconscious.”
“But for how long?”
“Mike, I can’t put him back out on the street. He’ll die; do you really want that on my and your conscious?” She asked.
“No… but…”
“No buts, I’ll take him home, let him warm up and give him a meal if he wants and then send him on his way,” she assured him.
“If he stays, I stay,” Celluci stated. Vicky rolled her eyes.
“I swear Mike; you’re just like a big kid. I’m a big girl; I don’t need you protecting me. Now drop it, we’re back at the station.” Celluci blinked, he hadn’t even realized that he had started driving. “Go file the reports for tonight; I’ll call you in the morning so you know the kid didn’t kill me.” Vicki then slid over and pushed him out of the car, closing the door before he could reply. Before he knew it he was staring at the tail lights of her car, somehow aware that he had carried the kid to her car but not sure how she had managed to convince him to do it. He really had to figure out her power over him.
The next morning Vicki was just making coffee when her phone rang. She didn’t even look at the caller ID before picking it up. She poured herself a cup of coffee as she answered.
“Morning Mike.”
“I’m guessing he didn’t kill you if you’re talking to me.”
“No, to tell the truth he hasn’t even woken up yet. I think he might have caught something out in the cold though, there’s a bit of a flush to his cheeks,” she told him.
“Do you want me to come by?” He questioned.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay. If he’s not up by the time I leave for work I’ll leave him a note. If he’s not up by the time we get off I might ask you to help me get him to the hospital.”
“Alright, well if you need me you know my number.”
“Yes great protector.”
“Vicki…”
“Bye Mike!” Then he could only reply to the dial tone.
Vicki waited until almost 10am before making some breakfast hoping the boy asleep on her couch would wake. He didn’t even move but his fever rose and she placed a cool rag on his forehead. He still wasn’t awake when she had to leave for her shift so she left a note lying on the coffee table.
“I can’t believe you insisted on coming up Mike. Really, this kid is harmless,” she said annoyed.
“And if he’s there waiting to bash your head in? What would you say then?”
“I wouldn’t say anything, I would probably be unconscious.” Celluci growled as she unlocked her door.
“Well the door is still locked so I’m guessing he hasn’t left… but he has moved, he wasn’t turned over before,” she said setting her keys down on the counter. She walked over to check his fever and noticed that something had been added to her note from earlier. “Thank you,” she murmured reading the simple words.
“You can move your hand now,” a voice she didn’t know mumbled. Looking down she saw the boy looking at her.
“Oh, sorry.” She took her hand away and gave him a small smile as he sat up.
“I guess I should thank ya or something,” he said.
“Telling me your name will do,” she answered.
“Tony.”
“Well Tony it’s good to meet you. I’m Vicki and this is my partner Michael Celluci.” Neither of them had changed out of their uniforms yet so she noticed the apprehension in Tony’s eyes.
“Cops?” He questioned.
“Hopefully the one’s considered good,” she replied.
“We’ll see…” He trailed off as his stomach gave a loud growl, he blushed.
“I’ll fix you something to eat. You look like you could use it. Mike, are you staying for supper?”
“Sure,” he answered.
“Listen… I don’t ‘member much about last night… did you find me before or after my john?” Tony questioned. Vicki and Mike shared a look; only one type of person used that slang.
“Tony, are you a prostitute?” Vicki asked.
“Will you haul my ass in for it?”
“Off the record.”
“What can I say? It keeps beer in dad’s fridge and that keeps him from hitting me,” Tony replied.
Vicki didn’t reply. She’d dealt with prostitutes before… but never one so young. She felt a connection to this young man, what made that connection she had no idea… but she had to save him. She would die trying to save him if she had to.
A/N: This is my very first Blood Ties fic. I haven't seen the show since it aired on Lifetime... and even then I didn't get to see them all. I have read all the books but "Smoke & Ashes" which I am reading now. I know the characters are a bit OOC but I hope to correct that as I write more fanfics for this fandom. A friend told me I should make this into a series... I hadn't planned on it but I could if people like it. Let me know!
