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Week Two: Wednesday
When: Night
Where: Bar
Who: Silva and anyone

“Have you reconsidered?”
“No”
“Why not, you said you wanted a change…”
“I don’t deal with victims”
“So there are none in drug busts?”
“There are makers, there are those stupid enough to work with them, and those that got themselves in the way. Few real victims.”
“That so?”
“Yeah”
“We need the help Nic”
“Silva”
“I still don’t get why you kept that na..”
“I said Silva, or Liliana if you have to.”
“*audible sigh* Fine, Lil, reconsider”
“I said I don’t do victims. They expect someone to give a shit, someone to care.”
“And you don’t care?”
“Not really. Shit happens, sucks but I’m not a shoulder to cry on”
“Harsh, I remember when you weren’t that way.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you remember”
“….”
“Look I’m not the girl you want in that job. I don’t have the patience to sweet talk and sooth some victim till they can give us answers.”
“But you have the patience to sit around planning raids?”
“Sometimes. But either way I deal with the dead or soon to be jailed better”
“If I didn’t think you’d bend the rules so much I’d suggest homicide.”
“When do I ever bend the rules? Night Mike.”
“No small talk? Could come over for dinner you know, MaryAnn hasn’t seen you in forever, she misses you.”
“She misses Nicolette. Goodnight.”

Silva didn’t let him answer to that; she hung up even as she heard the start of his words. It all died off to that droning sound of the dial tone. Once every two weeks or so she got a call from Mike. He was always trying to get her to come over, see the family Nic, come over and hang out for a bit. She hadn’t in over eight years now. Not one time. The kids probably didn’t even remember her by now, all grown up as they were. If he couldn’t get her to come over and be a part of that world he was determined to get her working in the same department as him. Wanting to still keep an eye on her.

Mike was the head of the special victims unit, sex crimes. It was hard work and took its toll on people. Maybe that’s why he thought Silva would be good at it, she’d already become numb. But as she kept telling him, she didn’t deal in victims. She didn’t sit around letting their tears run dry before they’d talk. More then that it was doubtful she could just sit back and watch a guilty perp go free. All too often the law didn’t work, fucks got away and the victims spent their lives hiding out hoping they didn’t come back.

Would be too tempting to just end their fear for them.

She knew why he’d called tonight; she knew why he’d be calling next week too and the week after that. It was getting nearer and nearer to the anniversary of her parents death. He always worried about her more when that time came around. Nic you got a death wish and it gets worse that month.. Didn’t matter how many times she told him to not call her Nic anymore, he never seemed to listen. Old fool.

Did she have a death wish? More then a few partners had stated such but Silva didn’t happen to agree with the statement. It wasn’t a death wish; it was an inability to just sit around twiddling her fucking thumbs waiting for back up or for lawyers or anyone else to get their shit together.

Silva was looking for a change though, the DEA just wasn’t enough. But the last thing she was going to do was take a job where she’d have another person breathing down her neck. Mike meant well but if he knew the shit Silva was still tied into he’d probably have a damned heart attack. She wasn’t looking to put him in that place. He had a family to take care of, a wife, he didn’t need to be looking out for her. She was the last person people should be sticking their necks out for, was likely to get the damned thing lobbed right off.

With a sigh of her own the cell phone was discarded onto the table and Silva pushed herself up to her feet with a subtle groan. Shoulder was acting up again, had been the last few days. There was barely any hesitation as she walked over to her bookcase, fishing out the bottle of pills from a box and popping one in her mouth. Just another reason to keep herself out of Mikes sights.

Her plan for the night was a simple one. It was the same one as many nights before. Change out of her gear, grab her keys, snatch up her work cell, and head down to a bar. Didn’t matter which bar, the location changed often. Any bar would do, any bar at all. Her regular cell was left on the table; she wasn’t going to have another conversation with Mike. If he called twice in one day it was to try to have some heart to heart. Some spill all emotions sort of dramatic intervention that she wasn’t even considering. She wasn’t his responsibility anymore; he needed to get that through his thick skull.

Dressed down for Silva tonight was jeans, a white tank, boots and her old leather jacket. Nothing fancy, nothing that made her stand out in a crowd. She wasn’t looking to stand out, she was cool with blending right on in. Kept her ignored for the night. Free to just sit and enjoy her typical two or three drinks before passing out for the night.

It was late; the halls were empty as she made her way out. She voted to just walk to a near by bar. Small, a bit run down, not too crowded…it worked for Silva. She took her place at a back booth, asking for a double whiskey on the rocks. The older man nodded and went off to fetch her drink.