Chapter Text
0900 Hour
'Here again, my least favorite building..'
He could feel the hot air hit his trench coat while walking through the sliding doors, reaching the other side he grumbled to himself as he saw the front desk.
"Good morning!" The secretary said with a cheerful mood as he rolled his eyes.
'Is it?' He thought before giving a false smile,
"I'm here to se-"
"Oh my god your him, You're Lieutenant dan!"
'Great... that name again...' He could feel his facial muscles scrunch up ever so slightly before going away.
Before he could speak someone called out from his left.
"Robertson!" A lady called out with joy in her tone almost as if she saw a missing pup or something.
He turned to see his psychologist, Janit Moore, a hearty soul, In a place like Torrance she was a needed slight.
"Maria, Ill have my schedule filled for at least two hours, if I get any more patients please tell them to wait."
Maria looked at the two of them before nodding and typing on the computer already filling the schedule.
As if satisfied Moore started to walk towards her office, which he noted was in a better area then when he first came, against his own will.
"Moore, thank you for having the time to see me again," He said with a smile.
Despite his disgust with having to go anywhere but the police station he enjoyed her personality.
Click.
Moore locked the door behind him as she took a seat in her chair.
"Of course Robertson, you know when I heard your voice in the lobby I was taken back a bit."
Robert nodded as he took his trench coat off and hung it on the metal hook attached to the wall.
"Yeah its been.. two years..." He apologized with a slight smirk which got an eye roll from her.
"So what can I help you with?" She asked in a calm voice before folding her left leg over her right as he laid on the black couch bed.
"Last time you were here... you were a bit broken.. do you feel the same as before?" She said with a apologetic frown, almost if she was sorry to bring it up.
'Broken is not a word I would use... more like... actually no broken is a perfect word.' He thought before shaking his head.
He could see immediately that her frown was erased as a smile appeared, "I'm glad to see that, so what can I help you with?" She said again reinstating the question from before.
Robert closed his eyes for a moment before sighing, "Ive had some nightmares that wont leave me and I wonder if you could help me.."
She nodded as quickly as he brought it up, "Of course, I'm always here to help, Robert.." She said with a weak smile probably trying to figure out how long hes had the nightmares before coming to her.
"If you feel comfortable with it, you might want to start at the beginning... if not tha-"
Robert nodded as he pulled out a small notepad and flipped to the fist page.
December 2023 -Starting of Insanity
Thats all was written, but all he needed as he felt memories rush back into his mind.
Click, clack, click.
Robert groaned while looking at his police desktop as he filled out some reports, 'I swear to anything holy if I have to deal with another report before anything happens Im jumping out the window!'
Looking away from the window he took a sip from his standard issued Torrance Police Station mug.
He felt the cheap coffee flow down his throat and into his blood stream as he glanced towards a photo on his desk, "I could have gone anywhere, but here I am following in my father's footsteps.."
The photo shown him as a small child being held on his father's shoulders.
"Hmmf... back to work." He mumbled to himself knowing that's what his father would have said, if he were still here.
Putting down the unwashed coffee cup he sighed before typing once again.
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"Hey!"
Click, clack, click
"Sir?"
Click, clack, cli-
"Lieutenant Dan!"
Robert froze, he hated the name, God knew he did but as he turned around to yell at the poor fool his anger dropped as his eyes fell upon Jamie.
His Rookie.