Forbidden Truths

Danny silently unlocked his door and saw that everything was turned over, neon yellow crime scene tape lay limp on the ground as it fluttered by the strong gust of wind that the open door let in, he looked around and found dust on everything, as if CSI had turned his house upside down searching for DNA evidence, his locks had been changed and his house felt like it too, had been raped...just like him...how strange to see how the tables have turned so quickly and now he was drowning in the pain of his own sorrow that he couldn't often alleviate from the victims of crimes. He felt as though this was a final violation, but he was wrong, because he would have to testify against his rapist, even though he didn't even know who the rapist was or even how did it even occur in the first place, he knew DNA was the only piece of evidence that prosecution had at this point and this was a desperate moonshot to gain a conviction against practically nobody at this point. They had nothing to work on, not even eye witness testimony. 

Danny felt discouraged and drained, and most of all, dehumanized and burnt out by the American justice system which seemed to grind to a halt for him and him only. He decided to make himself a cup of coffee and drink some while staring outside the window and let his tears fall again, he was crumbling and he couldn't admit to himself this out of fear and shame and he hated this so much. He pulled out a bottle of the strongest whiskey that he had saved for the worst days of his life and he drank his face off, he drank and drank, not giving a fuck that he had work tomorrow or the fact that he was a goddamn Captain and that an entire precinct depended on his leadership and he felt so drained to hell, he didn't even want to move a single muscle in his entire life anymore, he was that horrendously exhausted of life.

Danny went to work heavily hungover and sporting a migraine for starters when Captain Benson and ADA Peter Stone knocked on his door and he looked up and he gulped, knowing that they were here for a specific reason, not just here to drop and chat and trade office gossip despite his desires for it being so. She sighed and said 

"Captain Reagan, the DNA results from the rape kit have come in...your rapist...and my rapist...are the same, his name is William Lewis." 

And Danny's world crashed into a million pieces at those words as he tried to understand the weight beneath them as he listened to her very carefully, in horror, that is.