Intrusion

Part 6

Rachel had just finished recounting everything for Gina and the Inspector could tell the blonde sergeant was tired. After ordering PC Ryder to collect the evidence taken by the doctors, Gina had slipped from Rachel's room, hoping not to disturb her. Just as she'd gently closed the door behind her, Smithy seemed to have appeared magically before her.

"Is she okay? What's happened? Can I speak with her?" Smithy asked as soon as Gina had turned to face him.

"Smithy calm down. She's tired, let her sleep. See her in the morning," Gina told her frantic sergeant, shearing him away from the hospital.

"You didn't answer my questions. Any of them," Smithy pointed out, staring down at his unflappable Inspector.
Gina sighed, she'd hoped he hadn't picked up on her obvious deflection, "She could be better and no you can't speak to her right now. Like I said, she's sleeping, so do not disturb her," Gina told him sternly, glaring hard at him.

"What happened to her Gina? She wouldn't still be here for just some bumps and bruises," Smithy insisted; he wanted to know what had happened to Rachel and he wasn't going to leave Gina in peace until he knew.

Gina shook her head, sighing at the desperate and angry expression on Smithy's face. She wanted to reassure Smithy, to ease his fears over what'd happened but she couldn't. Taking hold of his arm she pulled him into a corner, by some vending machines before speaking.

"It's worse than we first thou-"

"What do you mean?" Smithy butted in urgently.

"Dale," she said his name sternly, "Look, she doesn't want you to know Dale. She asked me specifically not to tell you. I'm sorry Smithy but you're just going to have to wait until she's ready to tell you, okay?" She told him gently, trying to get him to understand the gravity of what happened to Rachel; without actually telling him anything.

Smithy stood, digesting what Gina had just said, his mind in overdrive. His mind kept coming up with one explanation, the only that made sense yet his mind kept dispelling the thought. He didn't want what he thought to actually be true; he didn't want to think that Rachel had been hurt in that way. Looking over to Gina though, he saw the barely disguised anguish on her face and knew that whatever it was was bad; really bad.

He nodded his head, not trusting himself to talk in that particular moment. He didn't know what to do with himself, he wanted to stay there and wait till morning but he knew it'd do no good. So instead he turned from his Inspector and made his way out of the hospital, as Gina just watched on.

Gina quickly followed Smithy after a moment or two, knowing there was nothing she could do either. She needed to get back to the station and hand the case over to CID, she didn't want anyone else in uniform besides she, Tony and Mel to know Rachel ad been raped. She wanted to keep it quiet for as long as possible, in the hopes that Rachel would be far away from the investigation before the news hit.

She could feel someone on top of her. She could feel their calloused and cold hands. She could feel their horrible breath as they breathed in her body.
She tried to push him away. She tried to stop him from touching her any further. She tried to take the mask off his face and when she did she got the shock of her life.

Bright green eyes stared back at her. Bright green eyes that were so painfully familiar. Bright green eyes she'd known for almost twenty years now.

"Ryan?" She whispered her voice nothing more than a broken whimper.

The body above her, who physically looked so much like Ryan, didn't speak. Instead this other Ryan continued on attacking her, laughing cruelly when she so desperately begged for him to stop. He thrust into her roughly, twisting a wrist back painfully as he did so; all the while Rachel tried her hardest to fight him off, not understanding how Ryan could do this to her.

She started to struggle even more when she felt her body start to respond to his painful thrusts. She didn't understand it and she didn't want to, instead she tried to release her hands and call for help. She started to about, for anyone to come and save her but as she reached an unwanted climax, only one name came to mind.

"Dale!"

"Dale!" Rachel screamed as she shot up in the hospital bed.

She was hyperventilating, she was sticky with sweat and her cheeks were wet with tears. Looking around she realised she was in a dark hospital room, with no one else around, meaning she'd only had a nightmare. Still though, the dark unsettled her, making her feel small and insignificant.

She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest and pushed herself back to lean against the very back of the hospital bed. Her thin arms wrapped around her knees, keeping them pressed tight against her chest. Tears continued to track down her pale cheeks as thoughts of her attacker, Ryan and Dale flitted through her mind; merging into one.

Rachel lent her head on her knees, her blonde hair falling around her face like a shield. Her breathing was still irregular but she was no longer hyperventilating thanks to the semi-deep breaths she was taking. The voices in her head were getting louder, taunting her with horrible words of her attack, making it harder to focus on anything but trying to ignore them.

"Please stop," she whispered as images flew through her mind of her attacker; his face changing from Ryan to Dale to the original masked man, "Please, please, please," she continued to whisper, fighting her own inner thoughts.

AN: So, its been a ridiculously long time since I updated this. I won't go into it but I've finally found my inspiration for this again. Hehe. It's a bit different to what I promised om the last chapter but oh well.

I hope you enjoyed. Please review! :) LT.