MCA #-2, (Tuesday, August 11, Morning)
"Your ambition's gonna kill you."
It was something Jack always growled at her whenever she did anything that went against his carefully ordered plan for her life. It would have more effect if he were consistent in his message.
Sometimes she wasn't ambitious enough, sometimes she was too ambitious for his taste. Reese told herself she didn't give a damn about his opinions, especially with what she knew about him.
There were only two times he'd been right: the first was when she took the undercover detail. She was still in the Academy, top of her class despite everything and when the Lieutenant Marquez from Narcotics approached her and she could have told him 'no' and done it the way it should be done: Rookie work, patrols, advancement in inches that could take years. She almost did it too but looking back it wasn't even a fair fight, she'd lost before she even started the Lieutenant knew what buttons to push and she was a kid. Dani wanted the badge so bad she could taste it and right before graduation Marquez pulled her from the Academy and worked her into his detail.
Marquez prepped her for a week and then threw her to the fucking wolves.
Knowing what she knew now Reese realized Marquez had been stupid and damned desperate. There was a reason why people accepted into UC work had a few years under their belt.
She did good, she did well, went deeper than anyone expected and... went from there.
Reese hated how she fell into the cliche.
The second time happened years later, after her life cleaned up some and she finally found it easier to breathe. Her father disappeared and she had that weird relationship with Tidwell. That part she still couldn't wrap her head around and she was doin' it sober too.
Clearly, her head needed to be checked but she was taking it one day at a time just like what AA taught her.
Crews was curious about it but kept it to himself, Stark was more blatant about leaving good natured but snide comments and really, Reese couldn't blame him for it.
But in the grand scale of things her life as it was, was much less sucky than the life she was living a few years back and that itch to get up on the ladder struck again because now she can lift her head and find that no one's smirking at her, as if they knew what she did during her stint in Narcotics.
Crews helped a lot in that, she could breathe around him. Tidwell, maybe a little.
Then Tidwell appeared, saying something about FBI involvement and that got the ambition she had grounded burning even though she mistrusted feds. In her opinion, feds liked pulling the rug under her feet.
Also, there was Crews. She didn't like the feeling she was abandoning him, like there was a line and she kept him hold on to it. But Crews assured her it was okay, that he'll still be there when she got back and she held him to that, especially since it'll only be a couple of weeks.
Truth be told, if she'd been asked, if Crews had asked, she'd have left the FBI detail in a heart beat. She had an uneasy feeling about it especially when they started asking questions about her partner and throwing pictures at her left and right.
And Jesus Christ, she was out of the undercover detail for a reason.
She chose her partner in the end and she'd have left too except the fed dangled one last carrot on her. Maybe it was the sense of relief, maybe it was that feeling of certainty that she trusted her partner above and beyond the fucking FBI that had her acting stupid and rash.
They dangled the prospect of a new detail with a promise of promotion and she followed like that dog in the Pavlov experiment.
The moment the van door closed Reese knew something was wrong and was trying her best to get the fuck out but one of the feds with her jabbed her with a needle and the next thing she knew she was being pulled out of the van into an empty lot.
She was groggy and she felt a weird euphoric rush run through her body and knew she'd been drugged. And goddammit, Goddammit. She'd been clean for almost two years running--
Reese fought, she fought hard. She smashed the back of her head against on one of the fed's and elbowed the other. She won't be able to get far but she won't make it easy.
She bit, she clawed and at one point finally got her hands on her cellphone but it was ripped out of her hands and the frustration prompted a growl and a savage kick. A yowl of pain gave her a measure of satisfaction but it was short lived and the next thing Reese felt was a painful jab on her arm.
The next time Reese came to she couldn't move her arms or legs. And there was a bag on her head.
She had a library running in her head, the people who want her dead and the first person that came to mind was the Armenian mob she helped bring down. She always knew the day was coming despite being assured everyone important was on deathrow.
Reese heard something and she strained to hear it.
"I see, she is awake," a voice said and the voice made her blood run cold. The bag was jerked from her head and Reese blinked twice but she already knew who'd be crouching in front of her, even though it was fucking impossible because the last she heard, he was supposed to be in a supermax detention cell. "Detective Reese, how nice it is for you to join us."
Roman Nevikof.
---
Dani jerked up from her bed, heart racing, the ghost of the dream following her into the waking world. Shit. Dani swung her legs from the bed to the floor and scrubbed her face with her hands. Shit.
"Just a dream," she told herself. It was PTSD, she dealt with it before. "Just a dream. "
She stood-up, grabbed the key and gun on her bedside table and padded to her study. She unlocked the door and for a few seconds she stood on the door way.
The books on the wallpaper changed covers, Dani ignored them and moved forward, setting her gun on the table before she reached her crime board.
There were other things listed on the board now and a few pictures, including a picture of her partner, she didn't know who took it but it was a picture of Crews walking to his car.
She was giving Puryer one more day.
(Vague spoilers to Life season 2)
It was something Jack always growled at her whenever she did anything that went against his carefully ordered plan for her life. It would have more effect if he were consistent in his message.
Sometimes she wasn't ambitious enough, sometimes she was too ambitious for his taste. Reese told herself she didn't give a damn about his opinions, especially with what she knew about him.
There were only two times he'd been right: the first was when she took the undercover detail. She was still in the Academy, top of her class despite everything and when the Lieutenant Marquez from Narcotics approached her and she could have told him 'no' and done it the way it should be done: Rookie work, patrols, advancement in inches that could take years. She almost did it too but looking back it wasn't even a fair fight, she'd lost before she even started the Lieutenant knew what buttons to push and she was a kid. Dani wanted the badge so bad she could taste it and right before graduation Marquez pulled her from the Academy and worked her into his detail.
Marquez prepped her for a week and then threw her to the fucking wolves.
Knowing what she knew now Reese realized Marquez had been stupid and damned desperate. There was a reason why people accepted into UC work had a few years under their belt.
She did good, she did well, went deeper than anyone expected and... went from there.
Reese hated how she fell into the cliche.
The second time happened years later, after her life cleaned up some and she finally found it easier to breathe. Her father disappeared and she had that weird relationship with Tidwell. That part she still couldn't wrap her head around and she was doin' it sober too.
Clearly, her head needed to be checked but she was taking it one day at a time just like what AA taught her.
Crews was curious about it but kept it to himself, Stark was more blatant about leaving good natured but snide comments and really, Reese couldn't blame him for it.
But in the grand scale of things her life as it was, was much less sucky than the life she was living a few years back and that itch to get up on the ladder struck again because now she can lift her head and find that no one's smirking at her, as if they knew what she did during her stint in Narcotics.
Crews helped a lot in that, she could breathe around him. Tidwell, maybe a little.
Then Tidwell appeared, saying something about FBI involvement and that got the ambition she had grounded burning even though she mistrusted feds. In her opinion, feds liked pulling the rug under her feet.
Also, there was Crews. She didn't like the feeling she was abandoning him, like there was a line and she kept him hold on to it. But Crews assured her it was okay, that he'll still be there when she got back and she held him to that, especially since it'll only be a couple of weeks.
Truth be told, if she'd been asked, if Crews had asked, she'd have left the FBI detail in a heart beat. She had an uneasy feeling about it especially when they started asking questions about her partner and throwing pictures at her left and right.
And Jesus Christ, she was out of the undercover detail for a reason.
She chose her partner in the end and she'd have left too except the fed dangled one last carrot on her. Maybe it was the sense of relief, maybe it was that feeling of certainty that she trusted her partner above and beyond the fucking FBI that had her acting stupid and rash.
They dangled the prospect of a new detail with a promise of promotion and she followed like that dog in the Pavlov experiment.
The moment the van door closed Reese knew something was wrong and was trying her best to get the fuck out but one of the feds with her jabbed her with a needle and the next thing she knew she was being pulled out of the van into an empty lot.
She was groggy and she felt a weird euphoric rush run through her body and knew she'd been drugged. And goddammit, Goddammit. She'd been clean for almost two years running--
Reese fought, she fought hard. She smashed the back of her head against on one of the fed's and elbowed the other. She won't be able to get far but she won't make it easy.
She bit, she clawed and at one point finally got her hands on her cellphone but it was ripped out of her hands and the frustration prompted a growl and a savage kick. A yowl of pain gave her a measure of satisfaction but it was short lived and the next thing Reese felt was a painful jab on her arm.
The next time Reese came to she couldn't move her arms or legs. And there was a bag on her head.
She had a library running in her head, the people who want her dead and the first person that came to mind was the Armenian mob she helped bring down. She always knew the day was coming despite being assured everyone important was on deathrow.
Reese heard something and she strained to hear it.
"I see, she is awake," a voice said and the voice made her blood run cold. The bag was jerked from her head and Reese blinked twice but she already knew who'd be crouching in front of her, even though it was fucking impossible because the last she heard, he was supposed to be in a supermax detention cell. "Detective Reese, how nice it is for you to join us."
Roman Nevikof.
---
Dani jerked up from her bed, heart racing, the ghost of the dream following her into the waking world. Shit. Dani swung her legs from the bed to the floor and scrubbed her face with her hands. Shit.
"Just a dream," she told herself. It was PTSD, she dealt with it before. "Just a dream. "
She stood-up, grabbed the key and gun on her bedside table and padded to her study. She unlocked the door and for a few seconds she stood on the door way.
The books on the wallpaper changed covers, Dani ignored them and moved forward, setting her gun on the table before she reached her crime board.
There were other things listed on the board now and a few pictures, including a picture of her partner, she didn't know who took it but it was a picture of Crews walking to his car.
She was giving Puryer one more day.
(Vague spoilers to Life season 2)