Emergency
Title: Emergency
Rated: PG
Length: 785
Disclaimer: Glee- Not Mine; Mistakes- Mine
A/N: This is practically not edited so I apologize for any mistakes. I wrote it about 15 minutes, and needed to post it immediately. It's largely therapeutic. Any criticism is welcome and encouraged!!
~~~~~o~~~~~
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"There's… there's someone outside my house."
"There's someone outside your house now?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Okay sweetie, what's your address?"
"7… 7-1-3 B-Brice Avenue."
"7-1-3 Brice Avenue, okay. Are you there by yourself?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, is there someone who's there with you normally?"
"M-my dads, but they're at work."
"Okay, I'm sending the someone from the sheriff's department over. Stay on the line with me, okay? Tell me what's going on."
"They're b-banging on the d-door. And y-y-yelling."
"Do they know you're there? Are they threatening you? What are they yelling?"
"N-no… I don't know. Th-they're just y-yelling."
"Okay sweetie, the police are on their way. What's your name sweetie?"
"R-Rachel Berry."
~~~~~o~~~~~
Rachel's hands continued to shake after she shut and locked the door when the police left. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but all she could get were jittering, choked sobs. Her hands clutched her iphone, then set it down, then immediately snatched it up again. With unsteady fingers, she unlocked it and hit the icon for her phone. She went to her favorites and tapped the name on top of the list.
When she finally heard the groggy "Hello?" she tried to control her voice, but it still shook.
"Q-Quinn…"
~~~~~o~~~~~
Quinn woke to sound of her ringtone. Blearily, she glanced at the clock as she answered without looking at the name on her screen. At the first quivering word, she was out of bed and pulling on a pair of gym shorts. Her flip-flops were on a second later, and keys in hand, she was down the stairs and out the door about 52 seconds after she first heard her girlfriend's broken voice over the phone.
"Hold on, baby. I'm on my way over."
~~~~~o~~~~~
It was the fastest Quinn had ever driven across town. When she finally arrived, she parked on the road and all but sprinted to the front door. She knocked gently and called through heavy wood, "Rach, baby, it's me. Open the door, sweetie."
She heard the chain drop, the dead bolt slide, and the knob click before the door slowly and carefully cracked open. Quinn saw one wide brown eye and a tearstained cheek before the door opened the rest of the way and a small body with dark hair slammed into her. Her arms immediately, instinctively wrapped tightly around the quivering girl and she guided both of them through the door before kicking it shut. She removed one hand from her distraught girlfriend and fumbled behind her back to lock the door and throw the deadbolt again. She couldn't latch the chain without looking, and she didn't want to let go of Rachel in order to turn around.
Quinn stroked Rachel's hair and shushed her gently for a few minutes. As the girl began to calm some, she bent slightly and scooped her up into her arms. She carried her to the couch and set her gently on the cushions. Quinn grabbed Rachel's backpack, dug into the front pocket for her keys, then shouldered it and collected her girl in her arms once more.
"C'mon, baby. I'm gonna take you back to my place and we're gonna get some sleep. You're not staying here. We'll call you dads on the way and let them know."
Rachel nodded softly against Quinn's neck and whispered, "Okay."
After double checking that she'd locked the door behind them, Quinn deposited Rachel into the passenger seat of her car before circling the front and climbing in. She started the car, shifted into drive, then grabbed Rachel's hand and laced their fingers together.
When they got back to the Fabray's house, Rachel got out of the car on her own and waited for Quinn to come around and take her hand again. This time, Rachel double-checked that the door was locked once they were safely inside before letting Quinn lead her up to the blond's bedroom.
They both wearily climbed under the covers, and snuggled tightly together. Rachel pressed her face into Quinn's chest, but she couldn't get the shivers to stop and couldn't seem to get close enough to Quinn. Quinn just stroked her back lovingly and sang quietly into her hair. Once Rachel had finally dropped off, Quinn pressed a kiss where her lips rested, wrapped her arm a little more firmly around Rachel's back, and allowed herself to follow the girl into sleep.
~~~~~o~~~~~
The paper the next morning had the story. It was in Police Items.
--Police responded to a 9-1-1 call at 1 AM reporting a trespasser on Brice Avenue.
--John William Hinkley was picked up and booked for drunk and disorderly on Brice Avenue at 1:30 AM.
Rated: PG
Length: 785
Disclaimer: Glee- Not Mine; Mistakes- Mine
A/N: This is practically not edited so I apologize for any mistakes. I wrote it about 15 minutes, and needed to post it immediately. It's largely therapeutic. Any criticism is welcome and encouraged!!
~~~~~o~~~~~
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"There's… there's someone outside my house."
"There's someone outside your house now?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Okay sweetie, what's your address?"
"7… 7-1-3 B-Brice Avenue."
"7-1-3 Brice Avenue, okay. Are you there by yourself?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, is there someone who's there with you normally?"
"M-my dads, but they're at work."
"Okay, I'm sending the someone from the sheriff's department over. Stay on the line with me, okay? Tell me what's going on."
"They're b-banging on the d-door. And y-y-yelling."
"Do they know you're there? Are they threatening you? What are they yelling?"
"N-no… I don't know. Th-they're just y-yelling."
"Okay sweetie, the police are on their way. What's your name sweetie?"
"R-Rachel Berry."
~~~~~o~~~~~
Rachel's hands continued to shake after she shut and locked the door when the police left. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but all she could get were jittering, choked sobs. Her hands clutched her iphone, then set it down, then immediately snatched it up again. With unsteady fingers, she unlocked it and hit the icon for her phone. She went to her favorites and tapped the name on top of the list.
When she finally heard the groggy "Hello?" she tried to control her voice, but it still shook.
"Q-Quinn…"
~~~~~o~~~~~
Quinn woke to sound of her ringtone. Blearily, she glanced at the clock as she answered without looking at the name on her screen. At the first quivering word, she was out of bed and pulling on a pair of gym shorts. Her flip-flops were on a second later, and keys in hand, she was down the stairs and out the door about 52 seconds after she first heard her girlfriend's broken voice over the phone.
"Hold on, baby. I'm on my way over."
~~~~~o~~~~~
It was the fastest Quinn had ever driven across town. When she finally arrived, she parked on the road and all but sprinted to the front door. She knocked gently and called through heavy wood, "Rach, baby, it's me. Open the door, sweetie."
She heard the chain drop, the dead bolt slide, and the knob click before the door slowly and carefully cracked open. Quinn saw one wide brown eye and a tearstained cheek before the door opened the rest of the way and a small body with dark hair slammed into her. Her arms immediately, instinctively wrapped tightly around the quivering girl and she guided both of them through the door before kicking it shut. She removed one hand from her distraught girlfriend and fumbled behind her back to lock the door and throw the deadbolt again. She couldn't latch the chain without looking, and she didn't want to let go of Rachel in order to turn around.
Quinn stroked Rachel's hair and shushed her gently for a few minutes. As the girl began to calm some, she bent slightly and scooped her up into her arms. She carried her to the couch and set her gently on the cushions. Quinn grabbed Rachel's backpack, dug into the front pocket for her keys, then shouldered it and collected her girl in her arms once more.
"C'mon, baby. I'm gonna take you back to my place and we're gonna get some sleep. You're not staying here. We'll call you dads on the way and let them know."
Rachel nodded softly against Quinn's neck and whispered, "Okay."
After double checking that she'd locked the door behind them, Quinn deposited Rachel into the passenger seat of her car before circling the front and climbing in. She started the car, shifted into drive, then grabbed Rachel's hand and laced their fingers together.
When they got back to the Fabray's house, Rachel got out of the car on her own and waited for Quinn to come around and take her hand again. This time, Rachel double-checked that the door was locked once they were safely inside before letting Quinn lead her up to the blond's bedroom.
They both wearily climbed under the covers, and snuggled tightly together. Rachel pressed her face into Quinn's chest, but she couldn't get the shivers to stop and couldn't seem to get close enough to Quinn. Quinn just stroked her back lovingly and sang quietly into her hair. Once Rachel had finally dropped off, Quinn pressed a kiss where her lips rested, wrapped her arm a little more firmly around Rachel's back, and allowed herself to follow the girl into sleep.
~~~~~o~~~~~
The paper the next morning had the story. It was in Police Items.
--Police responded to a 9-1-1 call at 1 AM reporting a trespasser on Brice Avenue.
--John William Hinkley was picked up and booked for drunk and disorderly on Brice Avenue at 1:30 AM.