In Death 19 - Visions in Death

end." She leaned over, spoke quiet and clear. "I'm going to kick his ass for you, Peabody. You've got my word on it." She reached out, then hesitated, unsure where to touch. In the end, she laid her hand on Peabody's hair. "We'll be back." She waited as Roarke bent to touch his lips to Peabody's bruised cheek, then her lips. "Soon. We'll be back soon." They went out to where McNab and Feeney waited.
    "He messed her up bad." McNab's eyes looked hollow, like caves of anger and anguish.
    "Yeah, yeah, he did." "I want to be there when you take him down. I want to be there, Lieutenant, but... I can't leave her. I can't leave until. . . until she wakes up." "As far as I'm concerned, that's your primary assignment." "I could do some work from here, while I was sitting with her. If I had the equipment, I could do runs or data searches, anything. We're still trying on the Transit discs. I could keep punching that." "I'll get your work," Eve promised.
    "And I'll get you what you need to do it." Feeney laid a hand on his shoulder. "You go on, son, sit with her. I'll bring you what you need."
    "Thanks. I don't think I'd've made it through tonight if... thanks." Feeney drew a long breath when they were alone, and his eyes were bright and fierce. "We're going to burn this bastard." "Damn right," Eve promised.
    She'd start at home, shower off the night, marshall her thoughts and resources. The moment they walked in, Summerset was there.
    "Detective Peabody?" He might be an asshole, Eve thought, but right now he looked like an asshole who hadn't slept, and who was carrying a load of worry.
    "She came through it. She looks like somebody tossed her in front of a train, but she came through." "She's in ICU," Roarke continued. "She hasn't regained consciousness yet, but they're hopeful. McNab's with her." "If I can be of any help." Eve had started up the stairs, but now she stopped, looked down on him, and considered. "You know how to run the unregistered?" "Of course." Tm taking Roarke with me, so you're on e-duty. I'm going to get a shower, then I'll tell you what you're looking for." Tell me what you're looking for," Roarke prompted when they reached the bedroom.
    "I have to think it through." "Think out loud, while we both grab a shower." She worked up the energy to narrow her eyes at him.
    "Shower's strictly for body maintenance." "I consider sex body maintenance, but we'll catch up with that another time." She talked it out while the hot water helped rinse some of the fog out of her head. And, though she hated them and the jumpy way they made her feel, she popped a Stay-Up, shoved a couple more in her pocket for later.
    "Maybe I'm off, but I want to turn all the stones." "Whether you're on or off," Roarke replied, "we'll turn the stones and see what's under them. You're going to eat." "We can chomp a couple nutribars on the way." "No. Foot firmly down on this one. Fuel. You'll shovel in some fuel. It's barely six in the sodding morning," he reminded her as he programmed the AutoChef. "You want to interview the witnesses, you'll do better when they're awake." He had a point, and arguing would only slow things down.
    So she sat, shoveled in what he put in front of her.
    "You said something to McNab, about how it feels when somebody when somebody you love gets hurt. I've put you through that a few times. Maybe not as bad as this, but--" "Close enough," Roarke replied.
    "Yeah. I... How do you stand it?" Hints of the fear and the worry of the night eked through. "How do you get through it?" He said nothing, only took her hand, and, watching her over it, brought it to his lips. It made her eyes sting again, and her throat constrict and burn. So she looked away.
    "I can't let go, even a little. It feels like if I let go at all, I'll just break to pieces. And I can't stop. I've got to keep moving, keep going forward, and I have to keep telling myself there's going to be payment. Whatever it takes, whatever it costs, there's going to be payment." She shoved her plate away and stood. "I'm supposed to say justice. There'll be justice, and I'm supposed to mean it. But I don't know if it's going to be enough. I should step back from it. If I don't know if that's enough, I should step back, but I won't. I can't."
    "And will you continue to ask more of yourself than is human?" She reached down, picked up her badge. She studied it for a long moment before she slid it into her pocket. "Yeah. Let's get started." She briefed Summerset, kept it