killer's od
1514Kaienreki
She'd disappeared and left Kidd behind. Alone. Heat could still remember the day he'd noticed, acne faced redheaded teen boy sullenly glaring at passersbyers, but otherwise looking lost and uncertain on the street. "She told me to fuck off." Was all he said when Heat had asked where his rabid dog had wandered off too. Then, he'd been unable to stop thinking about the way Kidd has sneered out those words. At the betrayal in his voice. The uncertainty. It had taken Heat two days to track her down. She'd holed up in a drug den, and Heat had almost dismissed her as just another one to fall in the cracks. Almost. But then, he'd found himself mad on the kid's behalf, and stormed in to give her a piece of his mind. The other occupants were high and stoned and completely oblivious to him. He was certain he was going to find a stung out Killer in one of the back rooms. He would have at least known how to deal with that. He did find her in a back room, scattered pills and empty liqueur bottles in puddle of her own vomit. He'd been ready to turn away in disgust before he noticed the blood. It was pooling under her hips, soaked into her pants, making it impossible to walk away. He had pulled her jeans down expecting a stab wound or something. When he realized her bleeding was seeping past her underwear... that this much blood was not normal, not even remotely; the pills, the booze, the cutting ties with her lifelong shadow. Things started to shift into place. Heat had redressed her, stared down at her for a long moment. He could leave. Blues, they'd been /trying/ to murder the other for years. He could just roll her onto her back and she'd probably choak on her own vomit before nightfall. Irritated, he threw her over his shoulder instead, taking her with him. No one stopped him. Even with his own people sitting with her, Killer still almost didn't make it. House had been running with him, even back then, and she'd played nursemaid for the younger woman. Counted out proper pain meds and replacing the alcohol with them and soup broths, stood firm on that when Killer screamed at her in agony, holding her hair back as the pain and drugs twisted her up inside and had Killer puking and sobbing. Once the bleeding finally stopped, and House was pretty sure Killer wasn't going to drop dead on them, Heat had sent Pomp out to hunt Kidd down and see if the boy wanted his partner back.
