Episode Thirty Nine

Malcolm's Car

Malcolm drove as fast as he dared in the driving rain, and frantically dialed the main line for the Grant Mansion.

"Hello, Grant Mansion," Miles said as he answered.

"This is Commisioner Malcolm York. I need to talk to Jamie Bowen immediately!"

"He's not here, Sir. He needed to get soemthing from his old apartment, and asked Officer Powers to drive him."

"Damn it!" Malcolm swore as he hung up and dialed the only person he knew he could trust to do as ordered without questions.

Reed-Robert's House

Julian stared in shock. "What?"

"Summer Brady is pregnant, and Jamie's the father."

"How... how could they be so stupid?"

"Their 16, it's in the job description," Sarah said with a sigh.

Julian replied with his own sigh. "Jamie's smarter than that."

"He's also a teenage boy with a girlfriend he loves. Stupidity comes with the territory."

Julian chuckled dryly. "Yeah, I think I remember that."

Both jumped as the phone rang, and Sarah picked it up, laughing. "Hello?"

"I need to talk to Julian!" Malcolm's voice said through the static.

"It's Malcolm," Sarah said, passing the phone to her husband.

"What's the word?" Julian asked.

"It's Hank! Hank's the rapist!"

"Oh my God," Julian said, looking up at his wife.

"Jamie's not answering his cell, and the Grant butler says he went to the Garage apartment to get something, Hank drove him!"

"I'm on my way," Julian said, all ready getting up and pulling on his jacket. He hung up the phone and started searching for his keys.

"What is it?" Sarah asked.

"Hank's the rapist we're after."

"You said he's watching Jamie," Sarah said, her eyes wide.

"I know," Julian said grimly as he finally found the keys.

"I'm coming with you," Sarah said, grabbing he rown jacket and following Julian out the door.

"No!"

"Yes! If Hank's done anything..."

Julian shuddered at the thought, but didn't argue again as they sprinted to the car.

The Garage Apartment

"No," Jamie whispered fearfully as Hank grasped his arm.

"I see you recognize me now," Hank said, smiling. "Do you remember much about our night together, Jamie? Did you enjoy it? I know I did..."

Jamie felt sick to his stomach as he stared at the other man, unable to make himself move. "Let go," he said, almost inaudibly.

"Now Jamie, you don't really want me to do that, do you?" Hank asked, pulling Jamie closer to him. "You don't want me to let go. You want me to take you back to the bedroom, don't you?"

Jamie started shaking, unable to believe he was in this situation again. But as he felt Hank's hand pulling at his t-shirt, Jamie reacted, swinging his free arm up to crash into the cop's nose. When the older man loosened his grip in surprise and lifted one hand to his face, Jamie yanked his arm free and dashed for the door.

Hank, meanwhile, had gotten his bearings back and lept towards Jamie, tackling the teenager. "I was going to be gentle, Jamie! It was going to be nice!" he said, forcefully rolling Jamie over so he could see the teenager's face.

"Get off of me!" Jamie yelled, lashing out and managing to kick Hank in the knee.

The cop growled and grabbed Jamie's hair to slam his head into the floor. "It could have been nice," he hissed. "Now I'm gonna have to hurt you. Do you like being hurt? That's the only reason I can think of for you to fight me!"

Jamie stared up at him, dazed from the pain in his head. "Please," he pleaded.

"Please what?" Hank asked, leaning in until his face was right above Jamie's blood form his nose dripping onto Jamie's cheek.

"Let me go," Jamie said. "I won't... You can go, I won't tell anyone..."

"I'm sure good ole' Malcolm's figured it out," Hank said.

"Then leave before he gets here..."

"He's over in Evanston. I'll be done with you by the time he gets back."

"He'll call the department!"

"Phone lines are down, remember?"

"Not for long," Jamie said hopefully.

"Long enough," Hank said with a laugh as he tried to kiss Jamie. When the teen tried to turn his head aside, hank yanked his face back. "Be a good boy, Jamie. I can still make this fun."

"Not for me," Jamie said, his voice a mere whsiper.

"That little girlfriend of yours can't be as satisfying as me," Hank said with a sneer. "You didn't look that happy in bed with her."

Jamie froze again, horrified that the man that had raped him, and seemed intent on repeating the act, had also watched him and Summer making love. Finally he found his vocie. "Don't talk about her," he said.

"She wasn't really all that good, was she?" Hank asked with a laugh.

Jamie couldn't control his fear and anger anymore, and lashed out once more kicking the cop's knee. This time Hank pulled back in pain, one hand releasing Jamie to grab his injured knee. Jamie used his new found freedom of movement to pull one leg up and kick Hank in the stomach, sending the man stumbling backwards and into a wall. Jamie jumped up, and headed for the door again, this time slowed by the pain in his head. He heard Hank stumble across the floor and dropped to the side. he looked up and watched in horror as the man sped straight into the window and through it, hurtling towards the ground below.

The Driveway

Julian and Sarah had just pulled up and were climbing out, the police radio from the car firmly in Julian's hand, when the sound of breaking glass drew their attention upwards. Sarah screamed as the body slammed into the concrete driveway.

"We have a casuality, get an ambulance over here now!" Julian yelled before dropping the radio and running to the body, which Sarah was already kneeling by. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Hank," Sarah said in disgust, looking up at the broken window. Then she took off towards the stairs and ran, taking the steps 3 at a time. "Jamie!" she called as she reached the door and threw it open.

"Aunt Sarah?" Jamie said in a choked voice, looking up.

Sarah saw the blood on Jamie's face and ran to him, kneeling down to check him for injuries. "What happened? Where are you hurt? Did he...?"

Jamie shook his head and used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face. "I think I broke his nose, and it dripped on me..." he said in a daze. "And I think I hit my head," he added after a minute, reaching up to touch the back of his head.

"Let me look," Sarah said gently, pulling his hand down. And pulling back in surprise when Jamie whimpered and pulled away. "It's okay, honey," she whispered. "It's okay, it's just me."

"He grabbed my wrist," Jamie explained. "Don't... don't grab..."

"Okay, I won't grab your wrist or arm," Sarah said reassuringly. "Will you let me check your head?"

Jamie nodded and let her move behind him to gently pull the blood soaked hair away from the wound. He hissed in pain as she did, and let out another whimper.

"It's okay," Sarah said. "I don't even think you'll need stitches," she added, moving back to sit in front of Jamie. "It's gonna be okay."

At that moment, sirens could be heard approaching, and Jamie let out a tense breath. "Is he...?" he asked shakily.

"He'll live. Unfortunately," Sarah replied.

Driveway

Julian told the other officers what he knew as the paramedics gathered Hank onto the stretcher. "Call the station when you know anything about his condition," he ordered the officer riding in the ambulance with Hank.

As the ambulance's siren started again and it pulled away, Julian turned to go upstairs, only to find Sarah and Jamie coming down the steps. "Jamie, are you allright?" Julian asked.

"I think hit my head," Jamie said in a dull voice.

"He's in shock," Sarah said. "We need to get him to Med Center to be checked out."

Brady Home

Summer and Matt were in the living room, eating ice cream so it wouldn't melt, since their power was still out, when the candles they were using for light began to burn low. "I've got more in my room," Summer said starting to get up.

"I'll get 'em," Matt said, gesturing for his sister to sit back down.

"In my desk, top right drawer," Summer instructed.

Matt grabbed a flashlight from the end table and ran up the stairs. In Summer's room, he started going through the desk and had just found the candles when the lights came back on. He laughed and called downstairs. "Guess we don't need 'em!" He put them back and reached for the flashlight, only to have to roll off the desk and fall into the trashcan. Matt reached over to grab it, and when he did he saw the box.

"Can we still finish he ice cream ad pretend we had by the tiem the power came back on?" Summer asked, laughing, as she walked into her room. SHe stopped short when she saw what her brother was holding. "Matt..."

"What is this?" Matt asked, holding the box up. "Are you...?"

End of Episode Thirty Nine