"Better?"
Suki weakly rose an eyebrow, looking up at Frank curiously, albeit with half-open eyes. "What the fuck's better than soundproof?"
She had no idea if his reply made her more nervous or, indeed, relieved. He wasn't wrong, after all. If this area was full of addicts and drug sellers, then why would they bother calling and reporting what sounded like an ongoing murder?
Wow, that's umm ... several million shades of dark and fucked up.
"You know?" she answered, weakly shrugging, "At this rate? I'll take any and all blessings I'm getting at this rate. Just ... hopefully they don't pester you and knock constantly on your door, because I'm not touching whatever they're using, selling, whatever."
A quick walk later and Suki found herself plopped on the same couch where she'd typed notes and leads on the laptop. A hand shakily rose to her face, managing to rub her eyes. Had she gotten weaker over the years, or did bullet extractions just normally drain a person that fucking much? She couldn't tell ... but she sure as fuck prayed it was only option B. She'd already looked pretty pathetic time and time again to Frank.
Now? He'd nearly seen her
die.
What kinda fucking vet are you, anyway?
... Would any of this have been better to handle had she taken up the offer to join the Green Berets? Suddenly, she was
regretting not taking that opportunity up. Unfortunately, she hadn't just randomly insisted she liked being around Frank. On the contrary, Suki meant it ... and that was the real thing keeping her from going back to the military after turning her badge and gun in.
Still, she
would need to figure a new occupation out. That was a given, but ... what?
Ex-soldiers like herself and Frank tended to do best in equally violent positions. The urge and desire to fight didn't usually leave people who had a military background, and Suki was no exception to this rule.
Deciding to think more on that in the very near future, she looked up as Frank returned with some apple juice. A smile crossed her face as she bowed her head in appreciation and took the cup carefully into her hands. The grip had some help ... but she accepted it. Even before she tried to hold onto it, she could feel her body shaking, and while being half-nude, wet, and cold was part of the equation, that wasn't all.
All of the pain she had felt - and in some regards, was still feeling - was getting to her. That plus the blood loss made what should be simple tasks more difficult than usual.
"Thank you," she managed to reply. Her eyes closed and ... truthfully, the idea of swapping where she slept for one night was more than fine with her. She was
exhausted ... and it probably wasn't even noon yet. But fuck her if the poor Asian wasn't tired as all hell, as well as sore.
"You don't have to ... " she tried to protest, the words coming out in a low tone as Frank hoisted her up into his arms. "I know ... I scared myself, if it helps. It wasn't just you. And ... " A soft chuckle passed her lips, eyes staying shut as she continued, "We got targets on us, remember? Mine's just a bit more obvious at the moment than yours. But yeah, don't get shot? You make that sound way too easy. Especially when we're not done with these pricks."
By the time she was put on the bed, Suki was clinging onto the last bits of her consciousness. She barely registered the kiss ... but she definitely didn't get a chance to take the Advil.
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12th September, 2018
New York City, New York
Exact Location: NYPD Headquarters
9:46 AM EST
But to make up for not properly taking the painkillers, that was what the rest of yesterday consisted of; more bed rest than she'd wanted and ensuring the remainder of the day went by as painlessly as possible.
And now?
Well ... she had a promise to keep. One she wasn't overly happy with doing, but ... Suki knew it was the right thing to do. The past 'incidents' ... they just didn't sit well with her. None of them had since the parking garage incident.
It had been a bit hilarious to remind Frank he promised to remain inside the next few days. It visibly irked him, and it showed. He had wanted to drive her over.
"I appreciate it, but .... I can get a taxi. I won't be long. Promise."
With those having been the last words she uttered to Castle, she now found herself half-walking, half-limping through the halls of what was going to be her ex-work place. Thankfully, Suki knew
exactly where to go, and there were more than enough elevators to make the trip shorter.
Right before her fist could land atop Holland's door, a hand fell on her shoulder, causing Suki to jump slightly. Behind her was the very man she had been looking for; her captain, Trey Holland.
"Kimura? It hasn't been two weeks yet."
"Captain ... well ... " Suki cleared her throat, nodding to the door, "Mind if we talk more inside?"
"Of course. Sure."
The door was opened and quickly closed behind them. Suki took a seat across from Holland, removing the dufflebag that had been resting over her right shoulder.
"So .... the hell is all of that, anyway?"
"The reason I'm here. It's all yours now."
Holland's eyebrow rose as he took the bag and opened it ... before looking back up to Suki with a very disheartened look. "You sure?" he asked. "This is your badge, gun, outfits ... "
"I know," Suki interrupted, giving a firm nod. "And ... I'm not overly happy about this decision, either. But .... I can't get over it, sir. Knowing there are dirty cops ... I can't work with people whom I can't trust anymore. I ... I
never had this issue in the Army. Never. I just .... " Her head continued to move from side to side. "I can't. I'm sorry."
A somber pause lingered as Trey looked deep into Suki's eyes. It was obvious he was thinking. Long and hard, at that rate. His hands tucked themselves under his chin as he continued staring at Kimura.
"So ... is there nothing I can say or do to change your mind? You were one of our best."
"I appreciate your words Captain, but no. This is what I spent a good chunk of my vacation doing; contemplating if I even wanted to return or not. It wasn't an easy choice. It really wasn't. But .... "
Suki nodded firmly again.
"This is the best thing for me."
"I don't like it, but .... alright. I understand."
Trey elicited a deep exhale before slowly extending his hand out. Suki weakly grinned and accepted the handshake, intertwining her own hand with his. "It's been a pleasure. This is a shame, but you're right. What happened is no excuse. With you being a civilian now, I promise - I intend to fix the force. I wouldn't want to lose anyone else like I did you for the exact same reason."
"I appreciate that. Thank you, sir."
After pulling her hand away, Suki stood up and exited the building. She was mere steps away from reaching the taxi. She
had, naturally, asked for it to wait outside for her. But right before she could get inside, another hand fell on her shoulders. When she turned, Booker was behind her this time.
"You're really leaving huh?"
"Yeah."
Booker's tongue clicked as he shook his head. "Just .... answer me something before you go. Is this really all because of Sutherland?"
" ... Still on about that?" Suki's arms went over her chest. "Do you even have anything for that?
Actual proof linking me to whatever you're speaking of? A warrant? Anything?"
"No, but --- "
"But, nothing. That means I have no obligation to answer, so I'm not going to. Even more so with something I have no real clue what you're talking about in the first place."
Suki jerked herself away, shooting Booker one last irritated glare. "You know, it's
this exact lack of trust that made me leave. You can tell Holland that if you so desire."
After declaring that, she shut the door, buckling herself in and nodding to the driver. "Back to where you picked me up from, please."
Twenty minutes later - mainly due to morning rush hour traffic - Frank would see from outside one of the windows a taxi returning. The door opened and sure enough, Suki would emerge from the vehicle. She handed over some bills before pivoting and walking back up towards the door.