I cant believe how long its been since I posted anything for this story. My apologies, everyone! When I last left you, ("No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Princess Buttercup to marry Prince Humperdink in little less than half an hour ").
Trixie and Honey discovered stuff about Mrs. Lewis past that is very suspicious. A dark haired man ran Trixie and Honey off the road because hes upset at how Mrs. Lewis is being persecuted (ewww!). There was reference to Dan crying over something.All righty then!
BTW, I busted through my writers block by gazing at an absolutely amazing picture I found of Dan (its actually Billy Crudup) in this months issue of Movieline magazine. Its like somebody took the picture I have of Dan in my head and put it on paperhes even wearing a black sweater and jeans. Homina homina homina!
Thank you Kate for giving this a look-see (it wasnt hard to persuade her once she knew who the "star" of the chapter was!). I had fun on my trip, but it sure is nice to be "home" with all of you!
Chapter 19
I can feel her heartbeat
from a thousand miles
And the heavens open
every time she smiles
And when I come to her
that's where I belong
Yeah, I'm running to her
like a river's songShe gives me love love love love, crazy love
She gives me love love love love, crazy loveShe's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
She take away my trouble take away my grief
Take away my heartache, I go right to sleep--Van Morrisson
Dan took one look at the haggard face of the surgeon and knew. He didnt need to hear the doctor say, "Im sorry; we did everything we could..."
Anybody who happened to glance at his face in that moment might have thought he was unaffected by the news that his former partner, Raymond Carter, was deadkilled in the line of duty while attempting to arrest the same kids that Dan himself had refused to bust a week before. They would see an expressionless face set in stony lines, head slightly lowered, lips tightly compressed.
But those who knew him well would see muscles twitching in his jaw and throat, know the closed off stance for what it wasthe worst kind of bleakness.
Dan forced himself to look unflinchingly at Rays wifea tall, attractive woman in her late twenties, her normal air of quiet dignity gone as she let out an anguished wail at the doctors pronouncement. She sat with her face buried in her hands while a much older man, obviously her father, stroked her back, his dark bald head bent protectively over her. It took several moments for them to realize that Dan was silently watching them.
"Im sorry," Dan said, mentally cursing the stupidity of words that could do nothing, change nothing, mean nothing.
Grace Carter looked blankly at him, understanding nothing except for the fact that her beloved Ray was dead. Ray had proposed by renting a billboard on the road he knew she took to work, "Marry me, Grace!" in thirty foot high letters almost causing her to swerve off the road, and now all that happy energy was gone. Gone because nobody had ever taught Rays killer that there were other options, that getting caught was not the worst thing that could happen to you.
"Dan?" she finally croaked, placing him as Rays former partner.
"Yeah. If theres anything I can do..." he broke off, savagely thinking that his chance to do something already came and went.
For one awful moment, Grace had a similar thought, but to her credit not only was she able to read the guilt and pain flooding the man who stood before her, she understood the danger of such thinking, knew the potential destruction of misplaced anger and blame.
"There is something you can do," she said after awhile, her voice trembling. She leaned into her father, hugging his arm to herself.
"God, just name it," Dan said fervently. Her reply took him by surprise.
"You can stop thinking that youre responsible for Rays...one wasted life is enough. I couldnt really bear..." she began crying in earnest, pressing her face into her fathers shoulder. Dan appreciated the thought, but something this horrendous didnt just happen. Point A led to point B; somebody was at fault.
"Maybe you should just leave son," the older man suggested quietly.
Dan nodded and began to walk away.
"Wait." That was all, but there was enough force in it to stop Dan in his tracks. He slowly turned around.
"Ray told me all about what you said. About those kids needing to be shown a different way of life, and why you didnt want to arrest them that day. He respected your decision." Grace Carter straightened up and blew her nose when her father handed her a handkerchief.
Dan felt so sick he almost fell down. "Hed be alive right now if Id done what he wanted that day." The words felt like razor blades, hurting his mouth and throat, but he owed it to her.
Grace shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "You dont know that. Only God knows when and why a life ends. Reminding herself of this would not be easy, but she knew she had to try.
Dan swallowed and replied huskily, "Id sure like to believe that."
"Try," Grace urged. She shook her head violently. "The boy that shot my Ray is only 15 years old. They told me he cried and asked for his mother when they arrested him. Maybe if hed gotten the help he needed sooner..." she buried her face again and Dan quietly left, slowly returning to his car as her words and his guilt played ping pong in his skull.
He drove aimlessly up one street and down another until he found himself near Joeannes apartment building. He was disconcerted to realize he needed to see her more than he needed his next breath, understanding that for the first time in his life, he was completely, hopelessly and utterly in love with one person, a person who managed to look stunning even in sweats and an old college t-shirt, Dan thought when Joeanne answered his knock. Harvard...Jesus, Dans thought continued as she regarded him in surprise. She could instantly tell that something was horribly wrong.
"Are you okay?" she asked warily, wordlessly asking him in by taking a few steps back. She wasnt expecting him until much later.
Dan felt himself breaking and took a moment to get himself under control. "No," he admitted as he walked into the entryway. He could see her small living room off to the left, the coffee table strewn with papers and cans of Diet Coke. "Youre busy," he continued, remembering that the trial started in a few days. "I should go." He didnt want to go.
When it came to empathy, Joeanne was on par with Diana Lynch-Belden. She could feel sorrow coming off him in waves, could almost taste it in her mouth. "Its okayI was just about to take a break anyway." She led him to the couch where they both sat down. "Whats happened?" she asked simply.
Dan managed a lopsided smile. "I must look pretty bad."
Joeanne relaxed her leg until her knee leaned against his. "You look like somebodys just died," she said unthinkingly, wincing when it was obvious she struck a nerve. "Oh man, Im such an idiot," she cried, stricken. She squeezed his shoulder in wordless apology as he told her not to worry.
"I got some very bad news today about my ex-partner."
"At the Police Department?"
Dan nodded. "Yeah. He was shot. Killed in the line of duty. Remember those kids I told you about? That I wouldnt arrest?"
Joeannes eyes widened in horrified understanding. "Oh no!" she exclaimed.
"Oh yes," Dan concluded grimly.
Joeanne put her arms around him. Its not your fault," she said, rightly guessing at part of his anguish.
"But if Id arrested them that day, it never would have happened," Dan gritted out, pulling himself away from her. He didnt deserve the touch of the one he loved. Grace was going without it, wasnt she? He felt a chill where her body had briefly rested and wondered if he would ever feel warm again.
"You cant know that," Joeanne protested.
"How can you say that?" Dan demanded. First Grace and now Joeanne. He wanted so badly to believe them.
"I can say it because its true. Everything happens for a reasonyou did what you had to do."
"So youre saying Ray was supposed to be gunned down? Is that what youre saying?"
Joeanne sighed. "Im saying that we just cant know why certain things happen. They just do. And blaming yourself changes nothing." Her expression abruptly changed as the meaning of her own words sank in.
"Will you still feel this way if you lose this case and Sammy ends up dying?" Dan asked bluntly. He heard her sharp intake of breath and was instantly contrite. "God, Im sorry. I cant believe I said that."
"Its okay," she said weakly, wondering if he could tell how much she loved him just by looking at her. If she wasnt one hundred percent sure before, she sure was now. Its only the ones we love the most that can hurt us, yet heal in practically the same breath.
He closed his eyes and leaned back, a heavy feeling settling like a hot brick over his chest. "Ray has a son," he muttered shakily, and it was the thought of ten-year-old Ray Junior growing up without a father that finally broke him.
He was dimly aware of his head ending up somewhere in the vicinity of her neck and shoulder, but nothing else for long moments of choking, wrenching sorrow. He hadnt once cried when his mother died 13 years before, or when his first foster father shoved him into a wall, calling him one of Gods mistakes. He hadnt cried when the girl hed befriended when he first lived on the streets was killed, or when the gang he joined made him think that his only choice for survival was to break the law. Crying was a luxury he could ill affordit was safer to pretend that nothing affected you. To care enough to cry meant leaving yourself open to all kinds of dark potential.
He cried for them allhis beautifully sad mother, his forever young father, the old man whod begged him to just take the money, take it, take it, please dont hurt me while hed stood there feeling as if the world had come to an end. He wept for feeling like he was a million years older than the kids at Sleepyside Junior-Senior High when he first went there, and the helpless rage hed felt when he couldnt even blame Trixie for thinking he had something to do with the disappearance of Honeys watch that time; hating himself when he made Honey cry.
Hed mugged an old man when he was 14 so that he wouldnt have to sleep on the streets anymore.
Rays son would finish growing up without him because a 15-year-old boy didnt know there were other choices for him besides mindless violence.
If Trixie and Honey hadnt interfered, Jim would have ended up a drifter, growing hard and bitter as the years passed, his dreams of the future fading until hed barely remember them.
Choices. Second chances. Knowing that even one person gave a damn about what happened to you. A shoulder to cry on...
Dan finally came back to himself, strangely unembarrassed considering hed spent the past several minutes bawling all over the woman who was rubbing his back, murmuring in a soothing tone how everything would be okay. He found himself willing to believe her.
"Man, Ive gotten you all wet," he said with a half smile as he slowly straightened up, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
Joeanne glanced down at her sodden t-shirt. "Tear Drops on My Boobies, a Country and Western classic. Didnt Tammy Wynette cover that?" she gently teased.
Unbelievably, Dan felt a grin filling his face. This woman was a keeper. He didnt care if she was still hung up on some other guy. Hed take what he could get and appreciate every moment. "You are something else, you know that?" he asked before lowering his head and kissing first her cheek then her slightly parted mouth.
The heat shed felt the other day when hed touched her hair returned full force and she surrendered to it with a soft moan, burying her fingers into the nape of his neck. He responded instantly, pulling her so close her pulse pounded. Richard had never spent much time kissing her, had never explored her mouth as if it was a banquet set before a starving man. Richard never tasted me, she thought dimly, his image abruptly and thankfully erased forever as Dans tongue eased its way into her mouth. An almost desperate need filled her and she was awed at its intensity, that she could want this much a revelation. Her head lolled back as he kissed his way down her neck, never wanting him to stop.
"Take it off," she half whispered, half moaned as his hands drifted down the sides of her shirt. She almost cried as the reverent way he groaned her name as he complied, letting her know that he was just as affected as she was. The assault on her senses continued and even though she didnt dare hope that he loved her too, she was happy to give the comfort he so obviously needed, accepting it for what it was, deciding to cling to the fairy tale for as long as it lasted.
* * *Dan slowly came awake in the pitch black darkness, sleepily confused for a few seconds until everything came back to him in a rushRays death, Graces terrible grief, the unbearable guilt. Making unbelievably hot, passionate love with Joeanne...
His eyes were growing accustomed to the dark, but he could barely make her out. He felt rather than saw her lovely face resting against his chest, felt the warm tickle of her rhythmic breath against his skin as she sweetly slept. His heart constrictedhed never felt so happy, yet the remnants of shock, grief and disbelief over his former partners death remained a sharp stab in his belly. But the one thing he did not feel was guilt, he realized to his surprise. The guilt had transformed into a rich pain over the senselessness of it all; two lives were destroyed today, he thought. Wasting time feeling guilty is an insult to RayI have to find a way to prevent this from ever happening again. Ashton, the boy hed helped, floated into his mind for a moment and he suddenly knew what he had to do.
Joeanne stirred and wakened, breathing in Dans warm scent and rubbing against him like a contented cat. "Hey," she murmured, sliding up until her face pressed into the side of his neck. She began softly kissing him on the jaw shed admired from day one, languorously pleased with the earthy freedom she felt, the indescribable feeling of knowing that your touch is not only welcome, its craved. Maybe it wasnt love, but it was so special, so wonderful lying in the dark and feeling the warmth of him suffusing her skin. She loved him so much she thought she might actually die, and for the moment at least, it was enough.
He pulled her on top of him and was just beginning to kiss her deeply when her phone began to ring. "Dont answer it," he murmured into her mouth.
"No worries, gorgeousI couldnt get up if my life depended on it," she moaned back impulsively, causing him to laugh and kiss her harder. They could barely hear Joeannes message, but there was no mistaking the sound of Jims voice coming through the answering machine.
"Hi Joeanne, its Jim. Trixie and Honey were involved in a car accident earlier..."
Dan and Joeanne froze in mid kiss, their hearts pounding from more than loving as they listened to the rest of the message, too stunned to remember to pick up the receiver, the second phone sitting only inches away on her nightstand.
"...theyre okay, thank God. Trix is here at home, shes fast asleep, and Honey is still in the hospital with a concussion and bruised ribs. But listen Jo; I think theres every possibility that our favorite dark haired loony had something to do with it. I dont want to scare you, but you could be his next target. If your office wont provide protection, Ill hire somebody myself, or Im sure Dan will want to help out. Just be real careful, okay? Bye."
Joeanne let out her breath in a rush as Dan sat up, his emotions going all over the place. He wanted to rush over to Ten Acres and see Trixie; he wanted to check up on Honey, he never wanted Joeanne to leave this room. He began to hyperventilate slightly, finally deciding to focus his immediate attention on Joeanne as Trixie and Honey were obviously asleep and out of danger. At least for now.
"Ill take care of you," he began and stopped, realizing how ridiculously old fashioned that sounded. "I mean..."
"Dan, youre in danger too!" she cried. She threw her arms around him and began shaking at the thought of him being taken way from her.
He stroked her hair. "I dont think so, honey. Ive been mostly behind the scenes, making phone inquiries and stuff." He thought about the visit he and Trixie had made to Mr. Lewis, but remembering how the man ducked back into the house and shut the door, he doubted he had anything to worry about on that score. "And anyway, I can take care of myself."
"So can Trixie and Honey," Joeanne reminded him. She felt her face grow warm, but couldnt stop herself from adding, "I couldnt stand it if anything happened to you."
He brushed her cheekbone with a kiss so tender she thought her heart would explode. "Nothings going to happen to me. And anyway, youre whos important here. You and Trixie and Honey."
Joeanne knew better than to argue. "You really love them, dont you?" she asked, wishing that she could include herself in that statement. Wanting and loving are not the same thing, she reminded herself.
I love you too he thought, but didnt say it. If he scared her away now, hed never forgive himself. "Yeah. Theyve got my back. There isnt anything I wouldnt do for them." Or you, he finished silently, wrapping his arms around her. He found himself wondering how Jim survived through the time that Trixie was missing years agojust the thought of the mysterious, dark-haired man laying a finger on Joeanne was doing funny things to his lungs.
"Thats wonderful," she said, her voice deep with admiration and more.
"Youre wonderful," he said, and time disappeared again.
* * *"Ive never slept with anyone before," he found himself admitting as early morning light began to fill Joeannes slightly messy, but comfortable, bedroom.
Joeanne chuckled softly, nipping his chest. "Now I find that very hard to believe," she said meaningfully, sliding one warm thigh over his.
Dan grinned. "No, I meant sleep." He wasnt sure how to explain how the thought of sharing sleep with somebody always seemed way more intimate to him than sexthat there wasnt a more vulnerable time in anyones life than when they were asleep.
"Wow," she said softly. His admission surprised her--he was so obviously a caring person she found it difficult to believe. "Why not?" she asked. Why me? she really wanted to know.
"Im not sure. I guess I just never met anyone I trusted enough." He wound his fingers through her hair. "Thats not really true. Its more like I never let myself meet anyone I trusted enough. Im not proud of this, but Im starting to realize that Ive only dated women I felt very casually about."
Joeannes heart missed a beat. "And you dont feel casually about me?" she made herself ask.
"No. Casual is not the word that comes to mind," Dan forced himself to say. Before she could reply, he rushed on. "Look, I know youre not entirely over that man who was in your office the other day. Its okay," he lied. It was anything but okay. "I dont want you to feel like you have to do anything. I just want you to be happy," he said, and that much at least was true.
Joeanne finally remembered to breathe. "You think Im still hung up on Richard?" she said slowly, incredulously. "Why do you think that?"
"You were so upset when he left your office the other day. I thought it was because you still had feelings for him."
"The only feeling I have for him at the moment is hate. I know thats an ugly thing to say, but I cant help it."
Dan felt a smile growing on his face as he let the realization that she wasnt still in love with another man fill him. "You hate him?" he asked happily.
"He hit me." Joeanne didnt know she was going to say that, hadnt planned on ever revealing that to a soul.
Dans happy mood disappeared as if it had never been. "What?" he said softly, going very still.
"He was very possessive as the relationship wore on. I broke up with him, but he begged me for another chance, which stupid me gave him. Not long after that I found out I..." she stopped talking as the old misery filled her, choking off her words. She took a deep breath and continued. "I told him something he didnt like hearing and he hit me; he pushed me and made me fall onto a coffee table. I havent been with him since." There was so much more to the story, but she couldnt bear saying the words aloud. Blaming yourself changes nothing her own words gently reminded her, but she still found herself unable to go on.
The rage filled him until he couldnt see. "Ill kill him," he muttered, remembering the disdainful look Richard had given him as he exited Joeannes office. "That son of a bitch," he hissed between clenched teeth. He remembered Joeannes tee shirt. "He teaches at Harvard, right? Hes a dead man." His words were thick with angerhe hadnt wanted to pound on somebody this bad since Kyle Dalton, who was only alive and in prison to this day because Trixies ex FBI boss had gotten to him first.
"Dan, please dont do anything. Please dont." Joeanne begged, frightened at the intensity in Dans dark eyes.
"Why not?" Dan growled. "I thought you hated him." I know I sure do.
Joeanne was ashamed as she realized the thought of Dan beating Richard to a pulp filled her with savage satisfaction. But the thought of Dan in jail for assault did not. "Youll get in trouble; I couldnt bear it. Please dont do anything. Please," she begged. When his face remained stony she knew what she had to do to protect him.
"Oh God, please dont do that," Dan exclaimed as she began crying, the sight of her tears threatening to tear his heart right out of his chest.
She pressed her wet face into his throat. "Say you wont do it," she said, her voice muffled.
"Damn it," he said gruffly and her heart soared. You dont know how lucky you are, Richard she thought to herself.
"If he makes his slimy way back to my office, and you happen to be around, I certainly wouldnt object if you scared the crapola out of him though," she said primly. She thought of the darkly dangerous expression in Dans eyes, and his obvious physical fitness and almost laughed aloud at the thought of it. Richard wouldnt know what hit him. She knew she was being immature and didnt care in the slightest.
Dans happy mood suddenly returned and he chuckled a little at her pronouncement. "It would be my pleasure," he said, framing her face and kissing her gently.
"Youre a keeper," she said happily, smiling against his mouth.
"Even if I am an out of work bum?" he said teasingly, still feeling woozy over her choice of words.
"Shut up," she said fondly. "And anyway, youre working with Trixie and Honey, so technically that isnt even true." She sobered and looked at him. "Youll figure out what you want to do."
"I know," Dan replied. "Actually, I think I have figured it out. It came to me in the middle of the night."
"Uh ohI once thought I wanted to be an actress in the middle of the night!"
Dan grinned. "This is better. I know somebody my age going back to school is kind of ridiculous, but I want to get my Masters in Child Psychology. I actually minored in it, so thats got to help me get into a program. Remember how I told you they dont have any programs in Juvenile Hall to help kids figure out where theyve gone wrong? Well..."
"Dan, thats fabulous! I think thats an incredible idea. And you couldnt be more wrong about somebody your agethere were plenty of people your age in my classes at school. Plenty." Joeannes voice was enthusiastic.
Dan was surprised. "Really?"
Joeanne nodded emphatically. "Sure. Its pretty common for people in their late twenties to want something different in their life. Heck, this one woman at school was in her forties. She was divorced, her kids all grown up, and she realized its always been her dream to be a lawyer. So shes going for it. Part time, but shes going for it."
"Wow. How old will she be when she finally makes it?"
Joeanne shrugged. "Who cares? The times going to go by whether she goes to school or not."
Dans heart gave a happy thump at the thought. "Now I just have to figure out how to pay for it," he mused.
"Youll find a way. And theres always student loans."
Dan shook his head. "I dont want to be trapped into a monthly payment that goes on for 10 years. The kind of work I plan on doing isnt going to pay much."
"Maybe not financially, but its sure going to pay a lot emotionally," she quietly pointed out.
So will being with you. "Its really what Ive wanted to do since I was 15," he said. If somebody had told him before he came to Sleepyside that hed be ever be this happy, he would have laughed in their face. The boy he was then never thought for a moment that he could ever make a positive change in somebodys life.
He buried his face in Joeannes hair. "Lets go visit Honey and Trixie."
Joeanne started laughing. "Its barely six oclock in the morning," she pointed out.
"Hmmm. Guess well have to kill some time first." He pressed his mouth into the satiny skin below her ear, feeling her shiver in response, and didnt need to add anything else as they communicated in a way that transcended mere words.
To be continued...
One last authors note: Thank you, Meagan & Janette for "no worries". I just love that expression!