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Bellevue Bold And Blue; AU, het fic.
Topic Started: Apr 6 2010, 01:31 AM (1,385 Views)
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NOTE: I am NOT abandoning my other fics, okay? Well, this one is gonna be a fun little ride. It's a prison drama! Yeah. And it's not slash! Shock horror! Just read it. Short introductory chapter. If I reveal anything here, it'll spoil it. So, enjoy.

Metallica does not exist but, Kirk, Lars, James and Jason are still friends. Maketh teh sense. Okay, read :biggrin

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Chapter One – Going Down.

August 9th, 1999

“Will the court please rise.” the judge coughed and cleared his throat. “The jury have now deliberated and are ready to deliver their verdict.” he nodded towards the jury's seating area and a man stood. “Mister Adam Sampson, how does the jury find the defendant?”

“Based on all evidence given in this case, the jury has found the defendant, Rebekah Alice Milton... guilty.”

A scream echoed through the court room. The source was a small, slender, brunette woman of around twenty-five years old screeching and crying in the dock. She covered her face and sobbed.

“On both counts?”

“On both counts, sir.”

“Miss Milton, you have been found guilty, as charged, on two counts. Count one, first degree murder of shop owner, Robert Alan Karmichal using a deadly firearm. Sentence, Life Imprisonment with a minimum sentence of fifteen years.”

Rebekah screamed as the courtroom security restrained her.

“Secondly, count two, the manslaughter of Emma Tammy Johnston, who later died in hospital, with the same weapon. Sentence, Life Imprisonment with a minimum sentence of fifteen years.”

He closed the file in his hands and looked up. “In total, the defendant will serve two life sentences, each a minimum of 15 years, in a federal prison. This concludes today's sentencing. Miss Milton, you will now be transported to Bellevue Women's Penitenitary. Court adjourned.”

The judge left the court room, leaving the jailers to take the defendant down to the van for 'delivery' to her new 'home'.

“You bastard!” she screamed, distraught and shamed.

“Oh shut up you malicious bitch.” a guard retorted, hauling her into the back of the van.

“Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, you fuck!” she sobbed. “I didn't kill them!”

“You did. You're going down. End of story. Enjoy your 'lives'.”

She cried and grit her teeth, growling. “Fuck you.”

“You too, sweetie.” he grinned, slamming the door. “We're good to go, Tommy!” he added, hopping into the front of the truck.

Rebekah sat in the back of the truck, crying into her hands. She whispered continually and softly. There was only one thing on her mind.

What about my baby?

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Chapter Two – An often travelled road

Earlier that day...

“Line up.” a middle aged man walked across the hall and stood in front of a small group of men and women. He stood at the end of the line. He walked along the line slowly, appearing to be inspecting their appearance. “Ah, best dressed group of newbies we've had in a while.” he stood before them and nodded. “Good afternoon all. My name is Officer John Larson and I am the chief officer presiding over F-wing. Welcome.”

The majority of a group of newly-employed prison officers, looked nervously up to the rafters of the very large and imposing Wing F of Bellevue women's prison. It was four storeys high and had cells lining the walls. There were bridges and railings on each of the four floors and a communal area, that they currently stood in, on the ground floor.

“Oh don't look so scared, guys and gals.” a rather seasoned and burly looking female prison officer, pitched in, momentarily interrupting Officer Larson's tour. “The dogs are still in their cages.” she winked and went about her duties.

“Thank you, Masterson, back to F3.” he grinned.

“Yes sir.” she nodded and returned to the third floor.

“Now, as it is your first day, you will each be assigned a shadow officer...” his speech slowed. He looked over the small crowd of newbies and saw a rather large male raise his hand. “This is not the time for questions.”

“Permission to speak, sir?”

He folded his arms across his chest and eyed him sternly. “Denied. You can wait until I've finished what I am saying.” he smiled, regaining his composure. “Okay, like I was saying, you will be assigned to another officer for the day to see exactly how we do things here at Bellevue.” he paced along the room and retrieved his walkie-talkie from his belt holster. “Shadow officers report to FG immediately, over.”

“Received, over.” he received the same response from another seven voices. A mixture of male and female.

Eight prison officers descended from the upper levels of the prison and lined up behind Officer Larson. “These men and women will be your 'guides' for the day. You will work alongside them for the entirety of your shift. You will be doing regular duty around the institution. Working around inmates, transportation etc.” he looked to the officers and smiled. “Now, does anyone have any questions before we get to work?” the same man from before raised his hand. Officer Larson discreetly rolled his eyes. “Name and past experience, if any at all?”

“James Hetfield, senior officer, CSP Corcoran. Fifteen years service, sir.” The officers that stood before him, ooohed sarcastically. A couple of snorts and chuckles could also be heard.

“Ah, so not just any ol' cocky upstart then, hey, Hetfield?” James huffed. “What is it that you would like to ask?”

“Do I have to shadow, sir?”

“Yes.”

“May I ask why, sir?”

“No-one's perfect, Hetfield and everyone has the ways of Bellevue to learn.” he paced over to stand in front of James. “I don't take well to sass and arrogance. Do you think you're too good?”

James rolled his eyes. “No sir.”

“Good. Can I ask you why you left Corcoran?”

“That's all in my file, sir.”

“I asked you a question, Hetfield. You will answer me, right here.”

James shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. “All of it or the short version?”

“Short will do.”

“Full term custody. Had to move closer to home for my kids.”

“Ah, now you do surprise me. With an attitude like yours, I would have assumed that your superiors would've shown you the damn door.”

“That's all up for interpretation and discussion, sir...” he smirked and clicked his tongue.

“I'll be keeping an eye on you.” he turned his back on him and stood back in front of the whole group. “Hetfield, come to my office when I've dismissed everyone.”

“Yes, sir.” he raised his eyebrows.

“I saw that.” he crossed his arms and assigned all of the newbies shadow officers.

“C'mon, Hetfield. Officer Anderley, I'll radio you when I'm ready for you to come and collect him.” Anderley nodded as James stomped across the recreational area to Larson's office. He waited outside the room. “After you.”

James snorted and walked into the room. “Thank you, sir.”

“Take a seat.” James slumped down across from Larson and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and placed it behind his ear. “I assume you know of the prison's smoking policy...”

“You assume correctly.”

“Sit up straight. You ain't at CSP any more.” James reluctantly did as he was told. “You've got the attitude of a scolded teenager. You'd think a man of your age and experience would know better.” he rifled through a filing cabinet and pulled out his file. “I happen to have read your file. You have your job because of it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Your warden didn't tell me what your behavioural record read like though.”

“The warden and I were on real good terms. We started out around the same time.”

“You and Newsted were buddies?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. He didn't look down on me or get my back up.”

“He did warn me that you didn't like authority...”

“Yeah.”

“Better get used to it. There's two ranks below me and then there's the warden above.”

“Well, yeah I figured.”

“What position did you hold at CSP?”

“Same one you got.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” he picked at his nails. “Can I go?”

“Not yet. I need to brief you and Anderley on your job for the day.”

“Mine or our?”

“Yours. I mean, Anderley will have to watch you do it...” James rolled his eyes again. “I just got a call from supreme court to ready a cell. There's a hearing going on right now. Murder case.”

“Lifer?”

“Potentially, yes. I need someone who's done suicide watch before.”

He threw his hands up. “I'm your man.”

“I had hoped that you would say that. When she arrives, I'll need you to check her in and take her to her cell.”

“Regular induction? Strip search, seizure of possessions and give her a jumpsuit?”

“You got it. Anderley will show you where to go.”

“Sure.”

Larson took his radio from his desk. “Come in Anderley, over.”

“Sir?”

“We're ready for you now.”

“On my way.” In seconds, Anderley, a tall dark haired man in his mid forties entered the room. “Yes sir?”

“James Hetfield, meet Mike Anderley. Mike is a seasoned officer, much like yourself. You ought to get on well.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Hetfield.” he extended his hand and James shook it.

“Call me James, it's easier.”

Larson's pager beeped. “Oh. Right, as I'd suspected.”

“Is there a problem, sir?”

“Mike, radio the prep team, we've got a lifer incoming. She'll arrive at approximately 1700 hours.”

“On it.”

“I need you to show James where all the kit is. You literally have the hour between now and then to show him round and get him kitted up. Apparently we got ourselves a right little firecracker.”

“Nothing I can't handle.” James grinned.

“Don't be so sure.”

“Mental?” Mike wondered.

“She's as stable as a tree with no roots right now. Fear I guess.”

“Sounds like a road I've been down enough times.”

“Okay then, you two better get started. Dismissed.”

James and Mike left the office and headed straight for the cell that was to be prepared for Rebekah's arrival. “So, James... ever strip searched a chick in a non-sensual way?” he grinned. James returned the smile and shook his head with a small chuckle. “Me and you are gonna get along famously.” he pulled his radio out of his pocket. “All the inmates are out in the yard so, alls good for now.” he clicked the side of his radio and spoke into the mouthpiece. “Cell prep to F2-14 solitary, over.”

“Received.”
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Chapter Three – Receiving Rebekah

“Larson to Anderley, over.”

“Anderley receiving.”

“Delivery van sighted, over.”

“Thanks for the warning, sir.” Mike looked to James and smiled. “We're up, lets reel her in.”

Mike and James headed down to the lobby and waited. Mike sat down at the desk and motioned for James to enter the booth. The van pulled up to the gates of the parking lot to a grinding halt. The driver heard a thud and Rebekah yelled at him from the back. The driver, Tommy, pressed the buzzer and waited for a reply.

“Okay, James, all you gotta do it ask them for their name and code. As long they match, they're good to go.”

“Just like CSP. A cake walk.” he pressed the receive button and answered it. “Hetfield on reception...”

“Ah ha! A newbie!”

“Can't tell you how many times I've heard that today...”

“Dude, you'll get used to it.”

He snarled. “I guess so. Name and Code?”

“Thomas Renacres, 10-589-22-9.”

Mike pitched in. “Yeah, that's Tommy, let him in.”

“Approved.” he pressed the button to open the gate.

Tommy drove the truck in and pulled up to the front, outside the lobby. He turned the key in the ignition and waited for the two guards assigned to the front entrance to arrive. The four guards, two shadows and two newbies, went around to the back of the truck and Tommy hopped out of the driver's side with the other security guard from the supreme court.

“Afternoon Tommy, Guss.” the two of them nodded. “What you got in there for us?”

“Rebekah Milton. I believe the warden already has her file.” Guss explained.

“Alright, open her up.”

Tommy opened the back door of the truck and saw Rebekah sat in the back corner of the van with her knees hugged up to her chest. “Well, she's gonna be real easy to get out, Rob.” He unlocked the barred door and waited as the guards drew their tasers just incase she tried to run for it. Rob and his shadow walked into Rebekah's 'cell'.

“No... no, I'm staying in here. You can't make me go!” she let out a blood curdling screech as they dragged her up out of the corner. She started kicking out and flailing.

“You might wanna shut up and stay still, Ms Milton.” Rob ordered.

“You can't make me and I won't!” she growled.

“We can and we will.” he told her sternly. “On three, lift her by the arm. Don't be afraid to be forceful. One, two, three!”

They lifted her out of the van and to the ground. Rob's shadow stood back and his colleague took over as they led Rebekah, kicking and screaming, to the lobby.

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James heard screaming from outside and shuddered. I have to suicide watch... that? “Wow, sound first job, Mike.”

“Yeah, she's screaming like a banshee. Got our hands full with this one.”

Rob and the others marched Rebekah into the lobby after she'd calmed down a little. The others held her as he walked up to the desk. “Goddamn... okay.” he breathed in. “Full name: Rebekah Alice Milton.”

“Is she on the system?”

“As far as I know, Mike.”

“Yep, got her. Bring her straight through. Uh, James could you radio Debbie and her shadow?”

“Debbie?”

“Oh, sorry, uh, Officer Masterson.”

“Sure.” he clicked the side of his radio and smiled. “Hetfield to Masterson, over.”

“Go ahead.”

“Could you come to the lobby with your shadow?”

“On my way.”

“For obvious reasons, we can't do strip searches. The women have to do that.” Mike lamented.

James raised his eyebrow, inwardly breathing I was sure that he didn't mean that I had to do it... stupid. “Obviously.”

“We'll just have to wait upstairs until Debbie and her shadow have done their job. We'll be up on patrol on F2 until then.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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Officer Masterson arrived with her shadow, Kelly Bates, to escort Rebekah to her search. Rebekah had calmed down quite considerably. Realisation may have set in that no matter how hard she screams and cries, she's not getting out any time soon.

“Can you please state your full name and date of birth?” Debbie asked Rebekah slowly and tonelessly.

“Rebek-- bekah Alice Milton...” she sobbed. “March 25th, '74.” Tears ran softly down her cheeks but, she wasn't about to get any sympathy.

“Thank you, okay, empty your pockets and leave everything on the table. Remove any jewellery and leave it in the same place.” she leaned against the door as Rebekah slowly and unwillingly emptied her pockets and removed two rings, a bracelet and a necklace, carefully placing them on the table. “Right, now. Strip right off and leave your clothes in the basket in the corner.”

Rebekah tentatively removed her shoes and placed them in the basket. She nervously stripped all of her clothes, including her underwear, off and left them in the basket. “D-do you want me to... remove my piercings?”

“Where are they?”

“Tongue, conch, daith, belly and... uh... clitoral...”

“Yeah, remove them all except the tongue and belly.”

“Can I sit on the table?”

“Wait a moment.” Debbie grabbed a clear bag and swiped all of Rebekah's belongings into it. “Okay, now you can.”

She sat on the table and spread her legs really wide. She blushed like crazy an began to cry again. She immediately began to unscrew the ball of her piercing and fiddled it out. She hopped off again and placed the bar down. She removed both of her ear piercings and placed the jewellery down on the table.

“Okay, do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No.”

“Good. Could you squat really deep for me and cough four times?” Rebekah did as she was told. “Clear. Lift your breasts... shake your hair... nope she's clear.”

“Done?” Rebekah asked.

“As long as you ain't got anything up your ass or pussy then, yeah.”

“No, I... I don't.”

“Okay then, get into your jumpsuit and I'll take you up to your cell.”

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Debbie and Kelly escorted Rebekah upstairs to James and Mike who were waiting for her. It had just turned 7pm.

“Dinner's in 20 minutes.” Debbie told Rebekah and promptly left.

“Not hungry...” she sobbed, sitting down on her bed. She whirled around and curled up in the corner.
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Chapter Four – Heir and Grace pt. 1

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God.

She's so tiny.

Barely five feet tall. Cute too. To think she could commit a crime of the size that she did... it's hard to comprehend. It's been four hours since Masterson brought her up here. She hasn't moved. All she's done is cry and occasionally scream. Usually, from my experience, the people that do this are the really horrible criminals with no resolve... they also tend to pace or hit things. Like I say, she hasn't lifted a finger.

That usually means that they aren't going to last the night.

Kinda made me feel a little anxious to say the least. Yes, I've been dealing with suicidal men for the last fifteen years of my life but, women so young? No.

“My baby...”

I'm sure I've heard her say 'My baby' more than once. I wonder if she's... pregnant? Maybe I should call the counsellor. No, better ask her first...

I unlocked the cell and she shifted into the corner of her bunk. Shaking like a leaf. “Don't touch me...”

“I'm not gonna... do you want to ta-- uh... talk to someone?”

“What... what do you mean?”

“I heard you say 'my baby'... are y--”

“What's going to happen to him?” the tiniest voice escaped her lips. Not pregnant. She must have a little boy. What do I do? I don't know the damn answer... and I should... fuck!

I sat on the chair opposite her and thought through my experience. I mean, when single dads go into prison, their kids go into the foster system. I don't know what the protocol with women is. It's probably the same but-- “I don't know...”

A choked sob rose from her chest. Oh shit think fast James.

“I can find out...”

“You... you're new here?”

“Heh, yeah I am. New today. Now that we've established that, lemme go get someone for ya, yeah?” I turned around to leave but, heard her whisper to me.

“His... name is Jamie.”

Jamie. “Oh?”

“Could you stay and... talk to me?”

I sighed softly. I don't think I can. I want to help but, I don't think that I can. I thought for a second and took my radio from my back pocket. “Hetfield outward call, over.” I turned back to her and smiled. “Let me see what I can do. If not I can get you a coun--”

“No!” that was sharp. “N-no counsellors. I don't want to... be lectured.”

“Okay, wait a minute.” I tapped on the side of my radio. “Hetfield outward call, over.”

“Jesus, James, would you get some patience?” cough “ahem, uh, Anderley receiving, over.”

“Okay, so small dilemma.”

“What is it?”

“Well, Milton wants to chat with me. Is that okay?”

I heard nothing back and waited for about 5 seconds. Still nothing. “What does she want?”

“She's worried about what could happen to her son...”

“Larson says it's okay but, don't dig. Don't let her dig.”

“What will happen to him?”

“Foster care unless he has close family like a grandmother or his paternal father if deemed suitable.”

I heard her sigh behind me. “Gonna be okay...”

“Okay, thanks Mike, out.” I laid my radio on the shelf behind me. “So, tell me about your boy...”
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Chapter Five – Heir and Grace pt. 2

“He just turned three years old. Four weeks ago.” she sniffled, mustering up the will to speak, around a minute after James had asked. “hardly a baby any more but, I...” she wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“I have two kids. A two year old and a newborn.” he told her. “Cali and Castor.”

“You lost them too?”

“I... no.” he cleared his throat. “I didn't get to see them for a while though.”

“Why?”

“Wife divorced me. Wouldn't let me near them. I didn't get to see them until two months ago when our papers went through.”

“And?”

“Full custody.”

“Uh huh...”

“Didn't get to see my son being born.”

“Must've been terrible.”

“Yeah, right.” he shrugged. “First time I saw him was at three months old.”

“Did he... know you?”

Silence washed over James temporarily. The subject was a tough one for him. Missing the first three months of his baby son's life. There's three months he'll certainly never get back. “The wife had the grace to show him photos and 'tell him' that... that's daddy.”

“Tough subject, huh?”

“Yeah. He wouldn't shut up crying the first two days he was with me. It was so shit.”

“All kids cry.”

“Yeah, so do their parents.”

“Touche.”

“Anyways...” he sighed. “your son will be okay.”

Silence fell once more. Not for long. “I'll miss him so much.”

“So long as he's in your family's care, you'll get to see him in visiting hours.”

“When are those?”

“Nobody told you yet?”

“Obviously forgot to tell me that.” she stood up, suddenly looking angry.

“Listen--” James joined her on his feet.

“'cause of course, I'm just a fucking animal. A filthy animal that 'shot two people dead--'” she made a gun shape with her hand.

“Calm down...” James held his hand in front of him and reached behind his back for his taser.

“I don't matter any more do I? Just another damn statistic.” her fists clenched up tight.

“Maybe not to the system...”

“Right, I get it.” she sobbed. “She, the con-fucking-demned. Little to no rights. Doesn't matter what she wants. She's probably gonna die in jail... or be at least fifty years old with a body that nobody wants... old saggy and useless.”

“Sit down...”

“They'd take away a mother's son... allow her to see him once a week... or never again. Barbaric.”

“Barbaric... is the crime you were accused of. You also took away a mother's son.”

“I did not kill them!”

She lunged at him but, he caught her wrist and twisted her around, forcing her against the wall. “Okay, alright... you might wanna calm the hell down.”

“Why?”

He pushed her forward hard and growled. “Want me to cuff you to the window bars?”

“Kink--” he twisted her wrist. “oww...”

“Ain't no kink involved sugar. Just doing my job.”

“Don't tell me you don't get off on it?”

“I don't.” he turned her around and cuffed her arms up above her head, to the aforementioned window bars. He stepped back and admired his work and folded his arms. “You stay like that until you calm the fuck down. Lunge at me again and this won't just be between you and I.”

He turned around and left the room, ignoring the jeers of Rebekah. He locked her open barred cell and stood in front of it.

“How do you feel now, Milton?”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Mom never teach you any respect?”

“Not when I'm forced to do shit against my will.”

“Sadly, you have to submit to the warden's will for the next fifteen years at least.” he smirked and raised his eyebrow. “I'll leave you to mull that over while I go get a coffee.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks suddenly. “Asshole...”
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Chapter Six - Workaholic

James twirled his recently acquired cell keys around his fingers as he sipped his coffee on the way back to Rebekah's cell. He hummed along to 'Walk This Way' as he trundled on down the corridor. He arrived back at her cell and saw her head lolled over to the side, eyes closed and silent. He immediately panicked.

“Rebekah...” he hastily unlocked her cell and ragged the door open. “Milton! Wake up...” he shouted in her face. “Rebekah!” he clicked around her head, with no movement from her, he held her behind her back and tried to unlock her cuffs. After managing it, he lifted her up and took her to her bunk. He laid her down and sat next to her, leaning down near her face. “Rebekah, c'mon, wake up. I'm not having anyone die on my first night on the job.” He tapped her face a little. “C'mon, Rebekah... it's Ja-- Officer Hetfield. Wake up...”

James gave her a particularly hard slap around the face. Her eyes fluttered open and she mumbled. “Heh... huh... what happened... t'me...”

James sighed softly. “I think you either fell asleep... or passed out.”

“Uh... ow.”

“What?”

“Wrists...” she held them in front of her and James reached out and touched a reddened mark.

“God, that must hurt with all your wei--”

She drew her hands away from him. “Yeah, okay. You did it. So, don't get all sympathetic.”

“I'm sorry, I'm used to dealing with guys lunging at me all the time. Not experienced at handling female prisoners.” he sat back. “Just acted on instinct.”

“I guess I kinda accept your apology...” she whispered rubbing her afflicted wrists.

“Right.” he pressed down on the bed so that he could stand. “Okay, I'd better get back to my post.” he walked away again and locked her cell, sitting back down in his seat.

They both sat in silence for a good half hour. James kept a good watch on her the whole time. She slowly drifted off to sleep. Once James was confident that she was relaxed down, he left, checking around the other cells. Most of the inmates were sleeping in their bunks, save for one or two. He called from behind the door.

“Lights out was an hour ago, ladies...”

“We know, Officer.”

“Do I have to send you to be searched?”

Sighs came from behind the closed door. One woman left the room and blew the other inmate a kiss. James rolled his eyes and sighed. The other woman came over and pulled her back to her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Right in front of James. Well, it's to be... ex-expec-- ted. Mmm... God, I could get used to thi-- mind on the job, James. “Alright, break it up...” Woah... “Back to your cell.”

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The day after, James was given his full working schedule. He was to work nights, as he'd expected, from nine to nine. Monday to Thursday and then Saturday. As the day he was called was a Friday, it was his day off. He sat back in his chair and smiled as he heard crying upstairs and mumbles of--

“Dadda!”

James sighed and thought out loud. “No, Larson. I work every day.” he stood up and walked up the stairs slowly, entering his childrens' bedroom. He reached into his daughter's crib and cuddled her to his chest. “What is it sweetie?”

“'nug-- 'nuggie.” she sniffled.

James smiled and dropped his jaw playfully. “Oh! Cali... you cried for a snuggie?” She nodded. “What'd I tell you huh?” he grinned wide tickling her belly. She giggled and squirmed in his arms.

“Schtoppie!”

“You want me to stop? Huh?” he laid her on the changing table, having smelled something a little untoward. She continued to giggle and kick her legs. He laughed. “Alright, alright, stay still.”

He removed her pyjamas, cleaned her up and quickly changed her diaper, chucking it in a nearby bin. He wiped his hands with a hygenic wipe and dropped it in the same bin. “You stay there monster.”

He ruffled her hair and went to her closet and grabbed some clean clothes for her. He went back over to the table and carried her into his room, sitting her on the end of the bed. “Armies up.” Cali lifted her arms up and shook her hands. “Funny.” he smiled and put her t-shirt on over her head. “Good girl.” he pulled her little jeans on over her equally tiny legs. Suddenly, the telephone on his bed side table rang. He sat Cali in his lap and picked up the receiver. “Hetfield?”

“Hammett.”

“Hey dude.” he smiled.

“How're you doing?”

“Just changed Cali.” Cali giggled as James bounced her on his knee. “How're you?”

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James returned to work on Saturday, immediately heading down to Rebekah's cell. He went to sit down but, was stopped by her voice.

“Enjoyed your day off?”

James simply nodded and sat down on his chair. He went two hours without a sound from Rebekah. It was then that he realised, after watching her every move intently, that she was laid down on her bed, crying, humming to herself.

I know how you feel inside...
I've been there before...


James' ears pricked up to her faint mumbling of words, between sniffling, sobbing and coughing. I definitely recognise those song words. Even in that tiny broken voice.

Somethin is changin' inside you...
And don't you know...


Yeah, definitely... he sighed and smiled softly.

“Officer?” she whimpered. James didn't hear her. He softly hummed the song from where she left off. Rebekah sat up and walked over to her bars. She wiped her eyes and held the bars. He can't know how he just did the completely right thing. “Hetfield...?”

James shook his head. “Huh?”

“Over here.” she smiled.

He stood up and walked back towards her. “Sorry, was half way to my nap.” he stuffed his hands in his pockets and smiled softly. “What do you need?”

“Comfort.”
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Hmm... I wouldn't mind some "comfort" from James too... :giggle
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I'm with Kimmi... :giggle


Love it!

Moar, please!? :eager
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Just a shortie for now. Enjoy.

Chapter Seven – Com-not.

I held onto the bars and crossed my leg over the other that I was standing on. She was totally up to something, I just didn't quite know what. Comfort is a shoulder to cry on. By the look in her eyes and her body language, I could tell that a comforting hug and some kind words weren't what she was after. Her eyes shone with tears as my eyes locked with hers. Currently, she was the only inmate in solitary confinement and I think she knew it. Our surroundings were merely four walls, her cell that split the room with bars and that was it.

“Giving out comfort, isn't part of my job... Miss Milton.” I moved my face closer to the bars and smirked.

“Not even a hug?” She pouted her luscious lips. I snorted.

“Heh, pouting only works on me when it's my daughter.”

“Nothing I can do to persuade you?”

“You can't and won't sway me.”

I watched her step back from me. “Sure about that?” no, I know that look... she started unbuttoning her jumpsuit. Hold it together James. Oh god, she's naked under there isn't she? Completely... she had her clothes seized t-two days ago. Why is sh-- “Well, are you?”

I grinned, nodding as I held my radio to my mouth. “Hetfield, outward call.” I raised my eyebrow to her.

“You wouldn't--”

“You pop another button and I will press this button next time.” I tapped the side of the radio. “Ain't no girl gonna try and seduce their way onto my good side.” I smiled broadly and went to sit back in my chair.

She sat back on her bed and sulked. Got her right where I want her. Silence fell in the room again. She never did do her jumpsuit back up. Laid on her front, I just watched her. The orange material slightly off her shoulders. Yes, watching is allowed. Watching is my job. Soon, all I could hear was her soft sighs of sleep. Thank god for that.

Time passed really quickly after that. Before I knew it, I only had a few minutes of my shift left. I slowly slid Rebekah's cell door open walking over to her bed. I stood there, hesitant. I just looked her over. Watched her sleep. Just for two minutes. I crouched at her bedside. Now what do I do? Just... brush her hair... slightly. Softly. Soft hair... stop. Gotta leave.

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...and Rebekah smiled.

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C'mon James !! Give her some "comfort" ! :drool :eager :nutter
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Fock!

....don't be a pussy, James...!






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