+18 - eps 6-11 - A unique city. A unique police team led by a unique woman. And an uptight fed set on a collision course.
On the second installment of the Blackbird Series, new cases push Brock and Gillian to work closer together, even in order t...
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The house was dark and quiet when Gillian woke up, out of an expectable dream where it was Connor on the edge of the roof, instead of Mike. She wiped up her tears and lay very still in her bunk, among the shadows filling the living room. Soon she heard the soft creak over her head: Connor turning in his bed. She waited, her heart still drumming in her chest, and not a minute later she heard the same soft creak again. Then she sat up, moved her casted leg over the edge of the bunk and reached for her crutches.
She couldn't expect her clumsy hopping upstairs to go unnoticed, so it didn't surprised her when, as soon as her head popped into Connor's room, the boy said, "I'm fine, Mom."
"That's my line, kiddo," she replied, hopping closer.
"Leave the light off, please," Connor muttered when she got to his side.
She did so and sat down on the edge of the bed, where the boy lay on his back, eyes up on the ceiling. Gillian found his hand and held it in hers.
"You'll find yourself on that roof every time you close your eyes for a while, baby," she said in a slow, warm way. "But whenever you try to sleep, you don't have to be afraid of going back to what happened tonight. You just need to keep in mind it's over. Mike is alright, and he's still alive thanks to you. So every time you dream of it, you will know how it ends, and that'll help you leave it behind."
Connor just nodded and kept staring at the ceiling for a long moment. Then he asked, "That's how you deal with it when you dream of your cases?"
Not if, but when, even though Gillian had never told him about her 'cop dreams'. She nodded too. It wasn't exactly true, but she couldn't tell him otherwise.
"And crying helps. A lot," she said softly.
Connor turned to her with a questioning frown. She smiled at him, nodding again.
"You cry?"
"Like a frigging baby. Every time we finish a case, I usually take a shower and cry my heart out."
"Why?"
"To let go of the fear, the stress, the anger, any negative emotion the case caused me. I cry until my eyes feel like balloons and my throat feels like sandpaper. Then I go to sleep, keeping in mind we caught the bad guy."
Connor pressed her hand grimacing. "I didn't know..."
"'Cause you didn't need to, baby. But don't worry, it's alright, you know? It's just my way of letting go. Some cops go out for a drink, some cops practice boxing, some cops write a diary. I cry. And then I feel clean and fine again, and ready to catch the next bad guy."
She caressed his face gently, smiling at him in the dark. And swallowed her surprise when he turned his face to rest his cheek on her hand with a shaky sigh. She felt the warm tear that slid down Connor's cheek to her palm, and leaned forward to kiss his hair.
"I love you, baby," she whispered.
Connor rolled on his side, curling up his legs. Gillian rested her own cheek against his fevered forehead. Connor let out a suffocated cry. Gillian rounded his back with her arm. And she stayed there, holding him tight without a word, swallowing her own tears as Connor cried.
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