Snippet #768493

Harry was driving home, finally at the end of his shift. He was worried. More worried than he expected. About the last person he expected to be worried about. Lieutenant Garret... Harry shook his head. Jason say your the mole but...that couldn't be true...could it? Harry had worked under Lieutenant Garret since he first worked in the department. He knew the lieutenant pretty well. And Garret's pride was more important to him than anything in the world. So for him to be working with Maddox or Black just didn't make any sense to him. Although, how else would you explain his disappearance? Harry was conflicted. He didn't know what to think.

So, Harry decided he needed to get some answers. He had worked up the nerve to head over to Garret's apartment. He got out of the car, simply looking up at the building. It was slightly imposing, but Harry already came this far. He couldn't turn back now. He walks in. Climbs the tall stairs, and moves in front of Garret's apartment door. Harry could hear a voice swearing at someone. Possibly on the phone. Yup. Garret was definitely home. Harry knocked softly. But Garret couldn't hear. He soon hung up, and Harry knocked once more, this time more audibly. Soon Garret swung open the door, full of rage and fury.

"Who the hell--!?" He looked down at Harry, a cigarette still in his mouth. "Oh. It's you." Then slammed the door in Harry's face before Harry could say anything.

Harry was a bit put off, but he expected nothing less from the lieutenant. He knocked again. "Lieutenant! We need to talk!" No response. Harry was getting nervous, but kept talking anyway. "You...you can't keep ignoring me!" Still nothing. "Why did you have to leave, sir?" Silence. Harry sighed. He knew of one way to push Garrett's buttons. "It...it's shameful sir. To be working with a couple of criminals. Y-your no better then them si--no. Jim!" Harry wanted to shoot himself. He may have overstepped it with that last part.

Garret soon came back and forced the door open with a demonic look in his eyes. "Don't. You. Dare. Call me Jim, ever again, you no good puny peace of shit!" Harry nodded quickly, but still persisted.

"Why did you have to leave? It's not because your really connected to Maddox or--"

Harry was swiftly cut off. "Of course not! Who the hell said I was?!" Harry quickly, and meekly explained what Sam and Jason were talking about, with their suspicions of his disappearance. Garret rubbed his temples. "God dammit..." Garret glared at Harry. "And you?! Your the piece of trash that forced me to leave!!"

Harry felt his stomach plummet. "Wh-why? Because of the orders I disobeyed? What could have--"

"It doesn't matter..." Garret said softly, moving back into his apartment. "Just get out of here." Harry stood there as the door slammed in his face. He walked back out the building and looked up to Garret's window. He was definitely hiding something. But Harry at least knew, or at least wanted to believe, that Garret really wasn't connected to either Maddox or Black. He got in his car, and started driving home.