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[original] Baby Be Brave
Oct. 12th, 2007 09:12 pmTitle: Baby Be Brave
Subset: Pen Bryton
Prompt: Brave
Word Count: 1,854
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Sometimes the job requires you to be brave.
Ordinary people. Ordinary crimes. Shit like this happens every day.
This was starting to be my bread and butter. Domestic violence cases, gathering the evidence to bring spouse abusers and child abusers to justice. Real cops couldn't get warrants, and real abuse victims were too afraid to let police into their home, but a woman was safe. A woman, not connected to Child and Family Services or the police, was safe. She might be a new friend from the Laundromat, someone else who came over who had kids of her own.
No, I didn't have kids of my own. But I played well with other people's kids. And the presents I brought home had hidden cameras. It was evidence if they got divorces, if they testified against their spouses. It was evidence against the people who used their kids as punching bags. A couple of times, as sex toys.
And the best part about it, since I had to pay for my own health insurance and everything, was that by the time the abusers got violent I was out of there. The police were involved at that point and I didn't have to do anything. Or at least, that was the plan.
Most of the time, the plan worked. Sometimes, though, the family rat-dog decided the stuffed teddy bear with the nanny-cam made a nice chew toy. It was always a different stuffed animal, the surgery was easy, but this time I didn't know what happened. Maybe I'd sewn a chocolate in there by mistake.
"Can you come over…" She was whispering. And sobbing at the same time, it made it hard to hear. I got the gist of it. "He-he's been drinking, h-he found, th-th-the camera…"
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Subset: Pen Bryton
Prompt: Brave
Word Count: 1,854
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Sometimes the job requires you to be brave.
Ordinary people. Ordinary crimes. Shit like this happens every day.
This was starting to be my bread and butter. Domestic violence cases, gathering the evidence to bring spouse abusers and child abusers to justice. Real cops couldn't get warrants, and real abuse victims were too afraid to let police into their home, but a woman was safe. A woman, not connected to Child and Family Services or the police, was safe. She might be a new friend from the Laundromat, someone else who came over who had kids of her own.
No, I didn't have kids of my own. But I played well with other people's kids. And the presents I brought home had hidden cameras. It was evidence if they got divorces, if they testified against their spouses. It was evidence against the people who used their kids as punching bags. A couple of times, as sex toys.
And the best part about it, since I had to pay for my own health insurance and everything, was that by the time the abusers got violent I was out of there. The police were involved at that point and I didn't have to do anything. Or at least, that was the plan.
Most of the time, the plan worked. Sometimes, though, the family rat-dog decided the stuffed teddy bear with the nanny-cam made a nice chew toy. It was always a different stuffed animal, the surgery was easy, but this time I didn't know what happened. Maybe I'd sewn a chocolate in there by mistake.
"Can you come over…" She was whispering. And sobbing at the same time, it made it hard to hear. I got the gist of it. "He-he's been drinking, h-he found, th-th-the camera…"
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