Jason's Requiem

Chapter 6

"Walsh, what the hell are you doing here at ten after eight?" Sergeant Brown shouted across the room as he watched the precinct's head detective and his partner walk in and stiffly take a seat at his desk on the morning after his attack.

"Yeah, I know I'm late, Serge, but…" Walsh began until he was interrupted.

Brown continued, "Can it! You know damn well that your tardiness isn't what I was talking about. I know that you want to catch the scumbags that did this to you, but you're not going to do it today and probably not tomorrow either. I want you to go back home and rest up. Your other case has already been assigned to Banks and Delahoy. Shraeger, I want you to take him there and do whatever you have to do to make sure that he follows my orders. Is that understood, detective?"

Casey smiled as she saw the disdain on her partner's face as he tried to object, then to cut him off she quickly responded, "Yes, Sir. I'll make sure he acts like a good boy."

"I'm not going to just go home and take it easy so long as those two men are out there running around free, especially in case they plan to come back to finish the job," Jason said once their boss walked back inside his office, no longer being in earshot. "I mean, I'm a little sore, but I'm not incapable of doing my job."

"If I recall, the doctor told you the same thing," Casey replied smugly as she noticed that he really wasn't looking very well. "You really ought to listen to them. It looks like you're getting sick."

Walsh nodded, then looked at her, and asked calmly, "It's just a persistent headache that started last night before the attack. If those two guys targeted you and nearly killed you, would you just go home and rest up; honestly?"

Shraeger looked back at him as she thought for a moment, then answered, "No, I probably wouldn't. So, what now? If we're not heading back to your crappy diner, where do we go from here? It's not like we have any leads whatsoever."

"Actually, you're wrong about that," Jason responded as he reached into his pants' pocket and pulled out his wallet, then shuffled through the dollar bills he had inside it, counting them out in his head.

"What's the money for?" she asked as Walsh stood up and began to leave the room, then headed toward the surveillance room. "Are you going to offer up a reward to the criminals for them to come forward?"

He chuckled, then replied, "That's a thought, but no. I owe Kip down in the surveillance room a hundred dollars because I lost a bet, not that I really like to admit it, but then we made a second bet, which made the first one null and void. However, I think that if I were to offer him that money back, it might soften him up enough to let me take a look at last night's footage from the cameras outside the precinct and then make a copy of it for us to use."

They were just about there when Beaumont suddenly bumped into Walsh, then so that she didn't have to apologize, Walsh quickly spoke up saying, "Sorry, I'm sorry about that, I wasn't really…"

"Don't worry about it," she answered as she cut him off. "I'm surprised you're here and so early. I thought you'd be at home resting."

"Yeah, I couldn't exactly do that," Jason responded. "So, how are things working out with… Alan Latham is it?"

Allison glared at him as she replied coldly, "He's fine and I doubt he's pretending to be someone else. Excuse me."

The angry detective stormed off, then Casey whistled and said, "Wow, does she know how to carry a grudge and she's not ready to let up on you any time soon."

"Yeah, I know," Walsh answered sadly.

"Sorry, look you can't keep letting her get to you, Walsh," his partner responded as she stood in his way when he started toward the door to the surveillance room again. "You did nothing wrong, especially in regards to Allison. How many times am I going to have to remind you of that? You did everything you could to protect her and to keep her from getting hurt. Hell, you even tried to help Co… Granger even though he didn't deserve it. She's the only one who's got a problem here, not you."

Walsh looked at Casey as he asked, "Are you through? We've got a job to do and I for one would like to find something on those two scum…"

He stopped talking as he suddenly grew dizzy and as soon as she noticed this, she asked, "Hey are you really all right?"

"Yeah, I told you I'm fine," he replied as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine; it's just a headache. Maybe I am pushing myself too fast, but I'm not going to quit now."

"All right, listen, I'll meet you in there in just a minute," Casey said quickly. "I'm going to run to the bathroom."

He nodded, then walked into the room, while Casey headed off toward the bathroom, but instead of going inside, she turned and headed back into the squad room where she saw Beaumont was sitting down at her desk, her new partner being nowhere in sight. Shraeger paused moment, then continued walking toward the other female detective until she stopped as she took a seat across from her, causing Beaumont to stop fiddling around with whatever items were in front of her.

Seeing the look of anger upon Casey's face, Beaumont spoke up first asking, "Can I help you?"

Casey answered sternly, "I know that you're hurting right now and understandably so, but you really need to stop treating Walsh like any of what happened months ago with Cole was his fault because we both know that it wasn't. He's been blaming himself and I can't get him to stop either, but you treating him this way isn't helping him heal any faster. It may not be any of my business, but I know how you felt about Co… Navan. You loved him and it tore you apart to find out the truth about him, but you couldn't confront him because you couldn't face him. It hurt too much, so instead, you're taking that anger and pain out on the one person you know will never hold it against you. If you can't stop… if you can't forgive Jason, then you might as well just transfer out of this precinct. If you keep this up, I'll talk to the sergeant and do whatever I have to do to protect my partner. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yeah, I do and you're right," Allison responded sadly. "I am trying. It's just going to take time."

"Well, while you try to work that out, now might be a good time for you to take that vacation Serge tried to get you to take earlier," Shraeger replied as she stood up and began to walk away. "It will really do you some good."

Casey made her way back down to the surveillance room, but as soon as she walked inside, she saw that her partner was lying unconscious on the floor as the two detectives working there were bending over him trying to help him. She ran over to him and shoved the others aside in order to help him herself, then shouted out for them to call for an ambulance.

She cried out, "Walsh! Walsh! Oh God, he's burning up. What the hell happened?"

Kip stood there looking confused as he quickly answered, "I don't know! One minute, he was standing here asking me for a favor and then all of a sudden… he… he just collapsed. Was he sick?"

"I don't… I mean, he was complaining of a headache, but… Why am I explaining this to you?" Shraeger continued. "Did you call for that ambulance? Come on, Walsh! Hold on, please!"

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