#pov: she wants you to remember to tell the cops nothing and the paramedics everything

[misfit-crew]

Posting this everywhere I can post. Got my first ever commission from @rosesandartss of my OC Tamira and I’m,,,

THE EMOTION THE JOY IN HER EYES THE COLOR THE NECK

I will be commissioning him again. But until then I will simply ponder my not-orb

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part forty two/

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: This is pretty much his year in rehab. I didn’t want to do multiple parts of it. I hope you like it! Enjoy and always, feedback is truly appreciated :)

Warnings: drugs, angst, language

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I woke up the next morning in Nikki’s bed, fully clothed and with a headache. I have done too much crying the last twenty four hours.

Nikki’s spot was empty, as every bad thought started running through my mind. Naturally, I looked in the closet first, but he wasn’t there.

“Nikki?” I called out for him as I walked out of the bedroom and too the stairs. I peered over the banister, but I didn’t see him.

I walked to the doors that lead to his backyard, “Where the hell is he?” I mumbled to myself. I walked into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I saw a dozen red roses.

I exhaled when I walked over, seeing there was a piece of ripped out notebook paper with my name on it:

Hey doll,

I left early this morning, you were sleeping hard so I didn’t want to wake you. I’m heading to rehab with the boys, we’re going to Betty Ford. Alice Cooper fucking went here! How sick is that!

I rolled my eyes, but wiped the tears away. Why couldn’t he just wake me up to say bye? I continued reading the note.

I left my house key hanging up by the car keys. I’d be less stressed if you stayed, or consider staying while I was away. To make sure the house is taken care of. You don’t have too, you can just pop in every couple of days if you wanted too...

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. It’s not gonna be a thirty days thing that’s for sure. I’m gonna get better for myself, the band and for you. I’ll see you when I get out of Hell. I’ll call in a few days after I get situated.

I love and miss you already, Van.

-Nikki Sixx

I sighed, tossing the letter back onto the counter. What am I suppose to do in this big ‘ol mansion without him? And why couldn’t he just wake me up so I could say goodbye to him?

*a week later*

I plopped down on the couch after almost two hours of trying to clean his place up. Eight bags of trash, multiple bottles of cleaning solution and I don’t even know how many rolls of paper towels, his house still wasn’t clean. Who knew one guy living alone could destroy such a nice house, but then again...it’s Nikki Sixx we’re talking about here. I closed my eyes for a quick second, groaning as it was interrupted by the doorbell.

I walked over to the door, my smile fading away when Slash stood on Nikki’s doorstep. I noticed under his black sunglasses and curly hair a smirk was playing along his lips as he looked at me up and down.

“Is Sixx home? Or is he um...is he dead?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. I stared awkwardly, remembering the last time I saw him, I was on the brink of orgasm before Nikki came in like a bat out of hell.

I shook my head, leaning against the front door, “No, he left for rehab a few days ago.”

“He’s alive? It isn’t just a rumor?” He seemed skeptical, I nodded in reassurance, “Yeah, no he’s alive. The paramedic was apparently a fan and wouldn’t let him go so easily.” I explained as he became quiet, I think he was taking it all in since Nikki did say he was at the hotel room when he overdosed.

“Did you need something else?”

He nodded, taking off his sunglasses and pushing them up to the top of his head, “I was uh staying here, getting high with him and I left some of my stuff in one of the guest rooms.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, they were still talking even after everything that happened? Slash was at fault too in that situation! But, guess drug buddies will always be drug buddies.

I hesitantly moved out of the way, letting him in, “Why are you here?” He asked me putting his keys down on the table.

I shrugged, “Came over the night he died, then he stumbled in here in the morning. He looked like complete shit.”

“He’s a lucky son of a bitch..” he grimaced, shaking his head as he looked back over at me, “You two made up?”

I nodded, “After he came back from the dead, I was terrified at the thought of loosing him.”

Slash cleared his throat, “Sorry for getting you in trouble.” I shook it off and smiled at him, “No worries, it’s all good.”

He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at me, “I’m gonna go ahead and get my stuff.”

I watched as he walked up the stairs, mentally cursing myself out. Nikki’s not here, it’s fine. Slash is just getting his things and then leaving, it’s fine. Nikki would be okay with it. Nikki would be okay with Slash and I being alone in his house when he wasn’t here. I ran my hands through my hair before sitting down on the couch. Nikki would not be fine with this, but I don’t have to tell him. Right?

I stopped my over thinking when Slash came back downstairs, “So what are you up too? Are you living here?” He asked, putting his stuff down and sitting on the couch with me. I scooted over to give myself some distance.

“He asked if I could stay here while he’s gone, make sure everything’s okay. It’s just one less thing for him to worry about.”

He nodded, he then did the whole pretending to yawn while stretching his arm around me thing, “Are you together?” His eyes were smoldering as he waited for his answer. I felt the cliché butterflies deep within my stomach.

“I Uh...I don’t...I don’t think so.” I stuttered out, watching his fingers come up and brush against my shoulder, fumbling with the strap of the tank top I was wearing. 

I quickly got off the couch and stood in front of him, “Are you staying?” I asked him abruptly, he smiled at me, leaning back into the couch, “If you want me too.”

I huffed, I don’t have to tell Nikki.

“Yeah, you can stay.” I smiled at him as he smiled back, “I can order us a pizza?” 

I nodded, “Black olives and sausage.” He chuckled at my request, “Better than pineapple on pizza.”

After a little while later, the pizza was delivered and I walked out of the kitchen with a few beer bottles in my hands. I walked into the living room, seeing him strum the strings of his guitar. I handed him a beer and he smiled when I sat down next to him.

He took a drink as he looked over at me, “I’m very sorry about how uh...things happened between us...I never got the chance to apologize.”

I grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite out of it, “Oh, you mean that bet?” I side eyed him as I saw his expression change.

“Yeah...it wasn’t my idea though. It truly wasn’t, it was Axl’s. He just wanted to fuck with Nikki.” I looked over at him.

“So you just did what he said? I enjoyed spending time with you.” I clarified as he sighed, taking another sip of the beer, “Y’know how guys are, and I did have a really good time with you.”

I smirked, “A good time? When I was naked or on the date?” I asked, a giggle in my voice as I took the beer out of his hand and took a sip before handing it back to him.

“Both, but mostly the date-” I tilted my head, “I mean the sex was good, it was fucking great up until Nikki came in.”

I grinned, grazing my nails through his hair, “I had a real good time too and I’m sorry about Nikki threatening you and your band.”

“Don’t worry about it Angel, him and I hashed it out over a gram of Persian, hence I was staying here.” I narrowed my eyes, “How was he the day he died?” I questioned him.

Slash seemed to be thinking, “I was really fucked up that day too. But he was even more fucked up than everyone else combined. He was in a dark place, and honestly? I think he liked it there. He was sad, angry, he was just sitting on the floor drinking some whiskey and then this fucking sleazy druggy smelt his vulnerability and shot him up, Nikki couldn’t even do it himself.”

I shook my head, taking his beer from his hand again and taking a sip.

“He then just fell to the fucking floor, his lips were blue and he looked fucking dead, I mean he was dead. Some chick started giving him CPR so I think that helped and then the paramedics arrived, and shortly after that the cops arrived and everyone scattered.” He explained, taking the beer back from me.

“He missed you though, I’d always hear Tommy or Mick talking to him about you. But Nikki was hurt, I mean rightfully so.”

*Flashback, Nikki’s POV*

“Okay, just talk to her man. Lucia said she’s at the diner right now working. Just go see her. The girls said she’s been a mess.” Mick explained to me as I shook my head.

“I don’t want to see her ever again. Vanity has been nothing but a thorn in my goddamn side.” I growled, taking my bottle of jack away from him as I pressed it to my lips.

“Oh fuck off with that, kid. You were just crying the other fucking night on my shoulder saying how much you fucking miss her.” Mick snapped back.

“She doesn’t care!! She’s never cared! I told her I’m in love with her and she still didn’t care!!” I shouted, throwing the bottle across the room.

Tommy jolted awake at my sudden outburst, “Why doesn’t she fucking care about me!?” I yelled, tears falling down my cheeks as Tommy and Mick looked at me.

“Dude...” Tommy tried consoling me but I shoved him away.

“Why doesn’t she care about me!?-“ I repeated myself, “I’ve been so good to her! I know I’ve fucked up a lot but that’s not the point! I’ve tried showing her how I feel and how much I care! I went out and got a stupid cheesy bracelet for her because I knew she would like it!”

The boys sat and watched as I continued, “She’s the only chick in my life I’ve ever felt this deeply for, I can’t fucking stand it. I’m so scared of loosing her, I don’t want to loose her. I love her. I love her so god damn much I think I may even want to marry her one day.”

I sighed, “I love her, man. I just want to be with her. But she doesn’t want to be with me.”

“And how do you know that?” T-bone questioned, “She speaks highly of you too, Sixx....like a lot.” He added on.

“Well why doesn’t she tell me!? Why does she tell you instead!? Is it cause you fucked her?” I retorted, he chuckled and rolled his eyes

“No, Nikki. It’s not because I slept with her. She’s scared to tell you all of these things just like you’re scared to tell her as well.”

“I miss her so god damn much, I can’t fucking breathe when she’s not with me. My fucking god damn heart hurts.” I weeped as I leaned back into the couch.

Mick came over, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “That’s the price of love, kid. You two will find a way back to each other, it always happens.”

*End Flashback*

“I missed him too, I was so scared when I heard he died. I didn’t want our last argument to be the last memory I had of him, he’s the love of my life.” I told Slash, he sighed but he nodded.

“I understand, I just hope him getting clean helps him to treat you better and-“

“What’s going on here?” I jumped up, turning around and seeing Doc, “H-hey Doc? What’s up?”

I saw the disapproving look on his face as he handed me a piece of paper, “Nikki wanted me to grab some stuff, it’s all on the list, can you go get it?” I nodded, looking over at Slash, and then him before grabbing it.

*Doc’s POV*

This broad is gonna give me a damn headache before I take a flight to Vancouver. I glared over at Slash, “Pizza?” He asked, handing me the box. I slapped the box away, “What the hell are you doing here with Vanity?”

He smirked at me, “Ah, it’s harmless dude. Don’t worry. I was just grabbing my stuff and she asked if I would stay.”

I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. I swear, Vanity doesn’t think at all.

“You need to leave, and stay the fuck away from her. It’s not gonna be good when Nikki finds out, he’s detoxing and he will freak out.”

Slash shrugged, putting a cigarette in between his lips and lighting it, “Well maybe we don’t tell him, then? Hm?”

I scoffed, “Are you threatening me?”

*Vanity’s POV*

I came downstairs, dragging a suitcase full of the stuff Nikki had requested. I saw Doc glaring at Slash, “Tell Nikki I send him my support.” He said with a smirk as I handed the suitcase to Doc.

“Everything okay?” I asked as they both looked over at me, “Everything’s okay, angel.” Slash smiled as he reassured.

“I couldn’t find his Bowie album, I don’t know where he put it. But everything else is in there.” I told him, he groaned, “Ugh, he’s gonna freak out again. He said he really wants it.” I shrugged, “It wasn’t in the display case, that’s where he keeps all his records.” I explained.

“He’ll just have to do without, I suppose. Thank you.” He told me and I smiled, “Is he doing okay? He said he’d call, but he hasn’t...” I frowned as I looked up at Doc.

“Vanity, he said he’ll call when he will call. It’s only been a few days, he’s too busy trying to get out of the place and trying to fight everyone. He’s alive and is doing well besides being a total asshole.”

I nodded, but Doc put his hand on the side of my shoulder, “He will call, okay?” I nodded again.

“Tell him I love him.” He smiled slightly, “I will, doll. Don’t worry.”

I walked with him the door, before stepping out in the cool California air, “Please don’t tell him Slash was here.” I said, chewing on my bottom lip as he glared at me.

“He shouldn’t be here, Vanity. You know that.” I shook my head in agreement, “I know, but he was really just getting his things and then we started talking and he ordered us a pizza, nothing else happened.” I explained myself as he sighed.

“Get him out of here, now. If I come back one of these days and I find him here, you are going to have hell to pay. From both myself and Nikki.” His words were harsh as I gulped.

“Please, Doc. I’m begging you, don’t tell him. He would be so upset with me.”

“I promise Van, I won’t tell him. But I mean it, I better not find him here again. I don’t give a shit what the excuse might be. Do you understand me?” Doc berated me like my father used too, I nodded standing and full attention.

“I understand.” I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief as I walked over and pecked his cheek. He glared at me, shaking his head as he picked up the suitcase and walked to his car.

I walked back inside the house and to the living room, “Doc doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Slash pointed out as he looked up from playing the guitar and at me.

“Doc doesn’t like anyone besides the bands that make him money.” I told him as I sat down next to him. He put down the guitar, resting it against the couch as he tilted his head and looked over at me.

“You want to finish what we started?” My eyes widened at his question, as I saw him get off the couch and drop to his knees in front of me.

“Slash, I-“ I stopped talking when he pressed his lips to the top of my thighs, his hands going under my legs as he started pulling my pants down.

“No bets this time, and maybe we will lock the doors.” He winked as he threw the shorts I was wearing on the floor.

He gripped my thighs, forcing my legs apart as he trailed kisses and small bites along the insides of my thighs, “But, Nikki...” I said quietly, he reached up and got face to face with me, “Is not here, and you said you two aren’t together, right?” He said, before kissing the side of my neck, his eyes looking up at me.

“....Right...” I breathed out, feeling his strong hand go in between my legs, “C’mon, angel it’s okay, remember how good I made you feel?”

Thankfully, the phone started ringing. I quickly pushed away from him and grabbed it.

“Hello?” “Hey princess, it’s me.” I almost started screaming in panic when I heard Nikki on the other line, “Can you give me just one second, I was doing something..” “Yeah, sure whatever.”

I put down the phone and walked over to Slash, “You need to go, this has been fun, but you need to leave. I can’t do this with you anymore.” I told him as he sighed and grabbed his stuff.

“You aren’t even with him, why does it matter?” He asked, putting his leather jacket back on.

“It matters to me, I love him and I don’t want to hurt him again, I’m sorry.” I replied as he took a step towards me. He slowly bent his head down and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips.

I closed my eyes, feeling his lips move against mine. It was nice and inviting, but they weren’t my favorite lips I’d rather have against me.

“I’ll catch you later, Angel.” He said quietly as he detached his lips from mine. I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him walk out the front door.

Oh! Nikki!

I hurried back over to the phone, “Hey, yeah I’m here sorry about that.”

“What were you doing?” Nikki questioned, “I had something in the oven.” I thought of a quick lie.

“Oh okay, well hey babe, sorry I haven’t called. I’ve been crawling in my own skin here, I need a fix so god damn bad.” I frowned at his words.

“The withdrawals will only last for a little bit, have you been sick too?” I asked, picking up the empty bottles of beer and throwing them away.

“Yeah, just about every day. I’m puking my guts up while battling a fever. I’m cold and then I’m hot. My moods are up the fucking wall, that’s also why I haven’t called. I can’t stop fucking crying and then I get so pissed off I feel like I’m gonna rip everyone limb from limb.”

I sighed, “you’ll be alright, I know it hurts right now, but you’ll be good baby.”

“I know I will, it just fucking sucks. I miss you so damn much. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye but if I didn’t go then I wouldn’t have gone at all.” He sighed at his words. I looked over at the roses, they were still pretty much alive.

“I understand, I’m happy you went through with it. When can I come see you?” I questioned, hopping onto the counter as I listened to his voice.

“In a few weeks, I’m still getting use to everything here. I’ll let you know, doll okay?”

I exhaled, “Yeah, no it’s fine. I understand.” I frowned.

“What’s the matter, Van?” He asked, by the tone in his voice I could tell he was upset too.

“I just, we told each other something pretty monumental and you just left without us even discussing what it means for our relationship.” I tried putting it into words, he let out a grunt.

“Can we not discuss it right now, please? I’m not in the mood to get emotional with you at the moment.” He snapped as I chewed on my bottom lip.

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, Sorry….I think I’m gonna go to bed. You’ll call tomorrow?” I twirled with the cord as I heard him go quiet, “Nikki?”

“Mhm, yeah. I’ll call you in a few days.” I didn’t even have a chance to say bye as he hung up. I scoffed and slammed the phone back onto the receiver.

“Love you too, asshole.”

*3 Months later*

I pulled open the heavy glass doors before being approached by a security guard. He had a plastic bin in his hands, “All metal objects and any thing considered as a weapon.” He explained as I complied with the rules. I put my purse in the bin and watched as he picked up a wand and scanned it over my body.

“Is this really necessary?” I questioned as the beep from the wand went off near my naval. He glared at me as I groaned and pulled my shirt, “It’s just my piercing.” I clarified as I pulled my shirt back down.

“Some of our patients become suicidal sometimes it’s just a precaution to protect everyone’s safety.” He explained as I nodded.

“I’m here to see Nikki Sixx, my name is Vanity Blackwood.” I told him as he smirked, then nodded.

“Ah, he’s a fun one.” He replied, eyes glued on a binder as he flipped through papers.

He handed me a visitors badge and I clipped it to my shirt, “Anyone have eyes on Sixx? He has a visitor.” He spoke into his walkie as I took the time to look at all the brochures this rehab had to offer.

“He’s heading your way, not in the best of moods.”

Uh oh. I looked over at the guard as he tried to give me a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw black messy hair walk past the window. The door opened and he walked in.

Nikki was full of smiles, “Hey doll.” I bit on my lip to try and contain my excitement, “Hey Sixx.” I told him as I closed the space between us and giving him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I felt him relax in the embrace. We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away smiling.

He looked good. A tad healthier even if it’s been a few weeks off the junk, “You wanna go outside? They have a coffee station with donuts.” He asked, I nodded as he grabbed my hand, leading us out the door. He didn’t say much, except he did glance back at me a few times and gave me a smile or a wink. I wonder why he was so quiet? I was honestly expecting a little bit more of excitement from him.

I moved closer to him when I felt everyone staring at me, “Don’t worry about it, they still stare at me and the guys. They have nothing better to do.” Nikki said as he stepped over to what I assume was the coffee station he was talking about. It was literally just a cart with two large carafes of coffee and two pink boxes full of donuts.

“Stop judging, Van.” He said with his back turned towards me, how the hell did he know that?

“I wasn’t judging…” I said with a grin when he turned around and handed me a cup of coffee and a donut.

“Yeah, whatever you say princess.” He smiled with an added eye roll as we sat down at a picnic table that was shaded by a cherry tree.

“How is everything?” He asked as I poured two creams and a packet of sugar into my cup, “Uh, everything’s fine. Work is good and I haven’t burned your house down by accident yet.” I told him as he chuckled, “Thanks for that.”

“How is rehab? It seems….fun.” I said, looking around, seeing there was a swimming pool and there was people playing volleyball.

“It’s not fun, but it’s tolerable. The guys and I just hang out with each other for the most part.” He explained as I nodded, reaching over and pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. He didn’t have any circles underneath anymore.

“Where are they? I would love to seem them too today.” I told him as he shrugged, “They’re probably off in some counseling session or doing some group activity with some other people.” He said before taking a sip of his coffee, “Heard Slash stopped by.”

I held my breath as I stared at him, “Must’ve been when I wasn’t there. I go home sometimes.” I knowingly lied, looking away from him as I brought the cup up to my lips.

“Alright, i’ll say it one more time. I heard Slash stopped by, enjoyed a few drinks and a pizza with him. I’m not an idiot.” Nikki retorted, his tone was filled with anger.

“He…he just came to get his stuff Nikki. He mentioned you were letting him stay there and he forgot some stuff.”

“Did you fuck him?” Nikki questioned me, I shook my head.

“Slash tried too, but I swear we didn’t.” I bit my lip as I stared at him, I knew he didn’t believe me. He was glaring at me still, “Nikki, I swear. I didn’t fuck him. I wouldn’t do that to you, especially in your own house.”

He let out a laugh, leaning back into the chair as he crossed his arms, “Did it already, and in my dressing room so why wouldn’t that stop you from fucking him in my damn house?” He scolded me as I rolled my eyes, “Get over it, Nikki.”

“Get over it? Really? You expect me to get over something like that? I trusted you. I introduced you to my friends and you just fuck them.” He shook his head angrily, taking a sip of his coffee.

“It was completely harmless, nothing happened. He got his stuff, asked if he could stay-“ “and you fucking let him?! God, it’s like you don’t think sometimes.” He interrupted me, his tone becoming louder.

“And then he tried to fuck you? In my own god damn house? I’m going to fucking kill that guy.” Nikki spat out as his glare didn’t leave me for one second.

“And then you want to tell Doc not to tell me? Of course he’s going to keep me posted, he’s my manager.

“I knew you’d be mad…” I said quietly, pushing the coffee away from me.

“Of course I’d be mad! God, I fucking tell you I love you and I still can’t trust you!” He shouted at me as I shook my head, “Yes you can! You can trust me!” I defended myself as he laughed.

“I should’ve listened to the damn therapist.” He spoke out as I narrowed my eyes, “What does that have to do with anything?” I questioned him, sitting up in the chair.

“We’re toxic for each other-“ He looked at me, “All we do is fight and find reasons to get after each other. I’m chasing you around and around, hoping you’ll want me back and all I’m left with his constant rejection.”

“Rejection? I want you Nikki.” I said, trying to reach across and put my palm on the side of his cheek, but he moved away. I frowned at his movements, “Sixx? I love you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You don’t love me, you say that to make me feel better and it doesn’t.” I furrowed my eyebrows, how could he even say that let alone think it?

“I do too mean it. You don’t have a single clue how I feel and-“ Nikki interrupted me, “You’re right, I never know because you block out everyone and never fucking let me in!”

I smirked at him, “Let me guess, all that is what the shrink told you? He doesn’t know us, Nikki.”

Nikki shook his head, growing more and more upset by the minute, “Yeah and? He made a point and it struck a nerve.”

I rolled my eyes, “Nikki, I love you so god damn much and I get it. You’re detoxing so you’re a little emotional, I get it.”

He grunted, “Oh shut the fuck up, Vanity. I’m not being emotional. Fuck off, I want you out of my house. Give me the key.”

“Just a tad don’t you think? You’re now kicking me out of your house for your own insecurities! Why the hell are you so pissed off at me? I don’t see you acting this way to Slash since you fucking let him stay at your house, right? And I for sure as hell don’t see you talking this way to T-bone.”

“I had plenty to say to Tommy about you two.“ Nikki growled at me

I laughed bitterly, taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee, “Right, right…but you let him off easy because he’s T-bone and you just continue to make me feel bad about it, I get it.”

Nikki finally looked away from me, jaw clenching repeatedly as his eyes were closed. I rolled my eyes as I stood up from the shaded table, “Y’know what? This was a mistake.” I said, grabbing my purse and jacket, “Van…” Nikki said, clutching his cup of coffee as he stared at me.

I dug through my purse for my keys, “Here’s your damn house key.” I said, removing it from the key ring and tossing it into his lap, “Good luck, Nikki.”

I started walking away from him, hearing his chair scrape against the concrete as he followed me. I felt his hand wrap around my arm to stop me, “I better not see you waiting around my house when I get back.” He growled, I scoffed as I yanked my arm away from him.

“Don’t call me crying when your therapist wants to talk about mommy!” I spat back at him, that devilish and arrogant smirk formed against his lips, “Least I can talk about her. Daddy issues.” I scoffed, before shoving him away from me.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Vanity!” He shouted, “Fuck you, you prick! I don’t have daddy issues! My dad fucking died you asshole! He didn’t walk out on me like yours did!!

“Get the fuck out!” He yelled, throwing his cup of coffee to the ground.

“Don’t be a fucking to dick to me just because you don’t get to stick a needle in your arm anymore! Gotta learn to deal with your emotions now! There’s no drug haven closet to run too anymore!” I shouted at him

“Well good thing you won’t be there when I get out to stop me.” His smile was condescending as I stared at him in disbelief.

I felt tears in my eyes, “You aren’t going to make me think you’re dead, go to rehab, just for you to go home and shoot up. Don’t talk to me like that, Nikki.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a security guard approach us. I backed away from Nikki since we were pretty much in each other’s faces.

The security guard cleared his throat, “Do we have a problem here?”

I glared at the guard, “Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole.” I retorted, my glare meeting Nikki’s as we were both throwing daggers at each other.

The security guard glanced between myself and Nikki, “Miss, You should get going and you, go take a walk and chill out.”

“Don’t fucking call me miss! Who the hell do you think you are!” I shouted, jabbing my finger into his chest.

He looked down at my finger, and then at me, “Either you’re going to leave on your own, or I will make you leave.” He threatened as I glared at him, trying to ignore the chuckles that were coming from Nikki.

I scoffed, crossing my arms against my chest, “I am not going anywhere. We are just talking. It’s fine.” I told the guard , “Nikki, Tell him it’s fine.” I said, gently smacking his chest.

Nikki glanced down at me, then over to the security guard, “Actually Princess, I think I need some space.”

I glared at him, that smirk of his never faltering, “Don’t fucking call me. I can’t believe you.” I shook my head in disbelief as the guard started guiding me away from Nikki.

He was grinning at me, “Don’t go away mad, Van. Just go way.”

*six months later, third person pov*

Nikki laid in his uncomfortable twin bed, exhaling cigarette smoke as he takes another drag. He runs his fingers through his hair as he listens to the phone ring a few times before hearing ‘Bad Medicine’ by Bon Jovi. He smiles at himself, biting his lip as he heard her voice, “Hey…”

Vanity turned to her roommates, “Hey! Turn it down, I can’t hear!” She laughs before turning her attention back to the phone, “Whose calling?”

“It’s- it’s Nikki. Look um, is understand if you hung up, like completely. I just wanted to call…I don’t really have anyone besides Tom so uh…hey.” Nikki spoke softly, his stomach was in knots.

Vanity furrowed her eyebrows, starring at the button to end the call, “You haven’t called in six months…”

Nikki sighed, rubbing his face as he put out the cigarette only to light another, “I have a perfectly good and reasonable explanation for that.” The line went quiet, Nikki panicked until he heard her cough, “My therapist, he uh, he overheard us arguing that day you came and he thought it would be better if we waited until I was out and better.”

“So you just listened to him? You could have at least told me-“ “Van, Princess I couldn’t have. You would have argued it. But he had a point, and you really can’t blame him. We were at each other’s throats that day.”

Vanity shook her head, groaning in frustration, “It was just a one time thing.”

“That’s what I tried telling him. I miss you so damn much Vanity. You’re half the reason I want to be sober and better.”

Vanity smiled at herself, fingers twirling the cord of the phone, “You need to be sober for you, not for me, Sixx.”

Nikki laughs, sending shivers down Vanity’s spine, “I know that darling, but you said you wanted to know what a life with sober Nikki would be like.”

She was quiet for a split second, “How are you doing? Always thinking about you.”

“I’m almost done with all the steps…actually feel a lot better…and you were right as always I needed to control my emotions..” Nikki messes with the cord, “I’m really sorry for how I treated you when you came to visit. I was stupid and was hating being in rehab, hating that I was being forced to feel things that the drugs usually blocked out.”

“This is Nikki sixx right? Cause the Nikki sixx I know would never apologize.” Vanity laughed, taking a sip of her beer as she lit a cigarette, “I’m only joking, I’m glad you’ve came this far. I’m so proud of you, sixx.”

Vanity paused, “and I’m sorry too, I was being a bitch to you and I shouldn’t have said the things I said knowing you were vulnerable. And once again, I’m sorry for Slash.”

Nikki took a deep breath in before exhaling, “It’s okay, doll. I know I make you upset sometimes.”

“Just something I have to work on-“ Vanity mumbled, chewing on her bottom lip, “Can I come see you? I miss you so much.”

Nikki sighed into the phone, sitting up on the edge of his bed, “I wish you could doll I really do, but the therapist…” he stopped when Vanity frowned, “Nikki, fuck the therapist-“ “Doll, stop.”

Vanity huffed as she listened to Nikki, “You have to be patient. I know you don’t want to wait, trust me I don’t want to either. I think it will be better for the both of us.”

“Wait till when, Nikki? When you’re done? That’s so far away, I want to see you.” Vanity frowned, becoming upset as she pouted.

“Baby, trust me. I want to see you too. I want nothing more than to see my girl.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, “Your girl? So we are together?”

Nikki panicked, yeah he wanted to commit to Vanity but not while he was stuck in here, “I mean like when I’m out…”

Vanity took the phone away from her ear, face scrunched up as she glared at it, she quickly put it back to her ear, “Yeah, right. We can talk about it then, I guess…” she trailed off but she wasn’t finished, “ Still your girl, but technically not your girl but not single enough to go meet a guy, I got it loud and clear Nikki.” She rolled her eyes as she heard Nikki grunt followed by a laugh from him.

“Yeah, I’ll just wait another six months I guess.” She rolled her eyes while tapping her fingers against her thigh, becoming annoyed with him.

"I wish I was home, I miss you Vanity. I cant wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you, Sixx. I love you.”

He smiles twirling the cord around, “I love you too.“

[hailey-halstead]

Shaking

hi guys!!! here's my Sylvie got kidnapped fic!!! it really was a step outside my comfort zone—i usually write in sylvie's POV and also i don't really write cop/police/violence fics! but here you go! Hope this will make your broken brettonio hearts feel a little better💛i don't own anything! ————— Kenny Rixton was still trying to get used to the Intelligence Unit, and being back up with Voight again. It certainly felt like old times in some ways, but of course everything was vastly different. He and Halstead were heading back from a visit with one of Halstead's CI's. Kenny himself was enjoying the peaceful ride back, a rarity in this unit. His phone buzzed. He dug into his pocket for it, and his confusion rose when he realized it was a video from an unknown number. "What is it?" Halstead asked from the driver's seat. Apparently Erin never let him drive, so he was pretty excited to get to control the steering wheel this time. "A video of some sort." Kenny responded, wondering if he should watch the video or not. It could be a wrong number or just spam. "Watch it." Halstead suggested, keeping his eyes on the road, but every couple of seconds he looked over at Kenny, curious. Kenny pressed play on the video. His stomach dropped immediately when the video started, there was a blonde woman tied on a chair, with a piece of silver duck tape over her mouth. "Holy shit." He breathed out, transfixed by what was happening on the screen. He heard Halstead asking him what was going on, but he ignored him. A couple of men stepped into view. Kenny recognized them almost immediately, they were part of a gang that he ran into multiple times when he was with the gang unit. "We have your girlfriend, Rixton." One of the men let out a cruel laugh, pulling on the woman's blonde locks. Who was certainly not his girlfriend. While he was relieved that his girlfriend wasn't in trouble, he was worried for this unknown woman who now was mixed up in his mess. Halstead voiced again what was wrong, and Kenny decided to tell him to pull over so he could have a look at the video. Kenny realized that the woman who was being held hostage was someone Halstead knew when his face turned pale white. "Fuck." "You know her?" Kenny questioned, even though he knew the answer. The suspense was killing him though. "Yeah, I do. That's Sylvie Brett, paramedic at 51." The name didn't ring a bell, but the firehouse station did. Kenny knew that Intelligence had a close relationship with that specific firehouse. "Well, shit." Kenny responded, feeling even worse. This was someone who was close to the unit he was now a part of, and it was all his fault she was in this mess. Halstead didn't respond, starting the car back up and began to drive faster than before. He was also beginning to call someone. "Letting Voight know?" Kenny wondered out loud, as he played the video again to try to analyze the location and any potential clues. "Yeah. I was going to let her boyfriend know first, but decided letting Voight and the team getting a jump on the case would be more productive than him freaking out." He responded. Voight must have then answered the phone, because he began to have a conversation with him. It was very brief, with Halstead hanging up the phone a few seconds later. "We gotta get back to show them this video." "So you know her boyfriend well?" Kenny asked. He wondered if it would be necessary to have a distraught boyfriend involved, could only be distracting. "He just switched our unit to go to work for the state attorney as a lead investigator. You might have heard of him." Kenny knew exactly who Halstead was talking about. He had always remembered the man's name ever since his son was kidnapped by that drug lord years ago, it felt like the whole Chicago police was on that case. "Antonio Dawson, right?" "That's him." "He is going to be pissed." "Hell yeah he is." Halstead turned down the street that the police department resided on. "Can't blame him though." *** Antonio was in his office, filling out paperwork. Even though it was been almost two months since he has started working here, he still found it surreal that he actually had his own office. Laura's was adjoining to his, but normally they were together in the same room discussing a case. There were things he missed about the Intelligence Unit, and of course things that he didn't miss. He missed his friends, and while he did meet up with them at Molly's for an occasional drink, it wasn't the same as working with them everyday at District 21. But the reason why he was here instead of there was because of the unavoidable pros to his new job. He had gone to multiple of Eva and Diego's extracurricular activities since switching jobs, and also had been spending more time with Sylvie. Being in charge of his own unit and having a higher salary was the cherry on top. His phone began to vibrate. He picked it up, frowning when he noticed the caller ID read Voight's name. If his old boss was calling during work hours, something had to be wrong. "Hey," Antonio greeted him, while still keeping his eye on the paperwork in front of him. "Something up?" "Antonio." Yep, something was definitely wrong. Antonio sat straighter up in his chair, no longer looking at his paperwork. Voight continued talking. "It's Sylvie. She's been taken by a gang—" When Voight spoke Sylvie's name, Antonio jumped out of his chair. He knew the news would be bad, but he wasn't expecting this. "What the hell—" He grabbed his keys from the corner of his desk, yanking the door open. "Don't do anything reckless." But Antonio ignored him, ending the call. He dashed past Lori's office, hearing her call his name, asking him where he was going. He didn't bother answering, he had to get to District 21 and figure out why his girlfriend was taken by gangsters. And how he was going to get her back. He hadn't really appreciated how close District 21 was to the justice building until now. And since he was speeding, he had no care for the law right now, he arrived at the police department even faster than the usual trip. He stormed into the building, ignoring Platt's calls, asking what was wrong. She would find out at some point, what was more important was him getting to his old unit and finding out what the hell was going on. He dashed up the stairs, the only sound being the slamming of each foot onto the next step. It seemed like eternity before he reached the Intelligence Unit's floor, which during a normal visit would have been meaningless seconds. Everyone, including Voight, were standing around the guy who was currently replacing Ruzek, but Antonio couldn't recall his name. Honestly, he couldn't really care less under the circumstances he is dealing with. He entered into the room without a second thought, not bothering to say hello. He was going straight to the point. "Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" He attempted to keep his voice steady, but it was getting stronger by the minute. All he knew was that Sylvie was taken and nothing else. He couldn't really find it in him to have any patience. "We are still getting information but—" Antonio interrupted Halstead, his temper on the edge of bursting. "Tell me what information you already have." He demanded. Ruzek's replacement walked over to him, a grimace on his face. Whatever he was about to say, Antonio knew it wasn't good. But he had to know. No matter how bad it was, he could have more knowledge to help figure out where the hell his girlfriend was. The man didn't say anything, instead silently handing over his phone to Antonio. Ignoring the pit in his stomach, Antonio pressed play on the video that was on the screen. The feeling Antonio felt when Sylvie came into view with a piece of duck tape over her mouth and tied to a wooden chair was indescribable rage. He could only remember feeling this way back when Diego was taken. He couldn't distinguish her facial expression, but judging by her eyes rapidly looking around, she was terrified. "Fuck." The explicit slipped out of Antonio's mouth as he continued to view the video. He was now leaning against a desk, using it to prevent himself from collapsing on the floor. A hand was placed on his shoulder for support, but Antonio didn't bother to look to see who it was. He suspected it was Lindsay. To his horror, it only got worse. A few men then came into the frame, none that Antonio recognized. However, with his experience of being a Chicago cop for years, he could tell that this was a gang they were dealing with. Antonio tried to backtrack to refresh his memory of his recent gang meetings, but none of them popped up to be alarming or suspicious. So if this wasn't done as revenge against Antonio, then what was it? Did something happen at 51? He was sure he would have been notified if something was wrong... "We have your girlfriend, Rixton." One of the men spoke, grabbing strands of Sylvie's blond hair. At this, Antonio's grip on the phone tightened. And when Sylvie let out a yelp of pain, Antonio was about to chuck the phone across the room in frustration. Luckily, the hand on his shoulder quickly grabbed his arm. This time he was able to recognize his helper: Erin Lindsay, who he had guessed just before. "Watch the rest of the video." Lindsay told him firmly, taking the phone from him and held it herself. With his hands now free, Antonio clasped them together tightly, hoping the pressure would somehow help ease his stress. He listened to Lindsay, knowing that him freaking out would only take more time away from finding Sylvie. The man that had pulled Sylvie's hair continued talking, saying that he wanted one of his members back that this Rixton ended up putting behind bars. Only then he would get his "girlfriend" back. Who unbeknownst to them, was actually Antonio's girlfriend. Antonio knew that he had to take in the entire screen, figure out any clues possible. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn't bring himself to look away from Sylvie. Lindsay put her hand on Antonio's shoulder once again when one of the men returned his attention back on Sylvie. He leaned down to her, excruciatingly slow, hand stroking her hair. Another curse word escaped from Antonio's mouth. The bastard was trying to mess with him. "Better come soon." The man laughed, similar to ones you would hear in horror films. Sylvie cringed, trying to move her body as far as she could away from his hand. The screen then went black. Nothing else. That was all the information they have. Antonio was about to speak, but then saw the passing of the phone where the video resided on from Lindsay to the man he didn't know the name of. "You're Rixton?" Antonio recalled the name that was mentioned in the video. The man hesitatingly nodded, seeming to regard Antonio with caution. Antonio could barely resist the urge to roll his eyes, as he wasn't going to deck the guy. He knew that this was just an unfortunate situation that Sylvie had ended up in. The members of the gang that were holding her hostage were the ones that Antonio had a real problem with. "Kenny Rixton." He found his voice, introducing his whole name. "Look, man, I'm sorry about all of this." Antonio shook his head, pushing down the feelings of annoyance. He wasn't in the mood for introductions and apologizes, they weren't necessary. "No need. What's important is us to find Sylvie. So I want you to tell me everything you know and why they got my girlfriend instead of yours." "Okay, so this gang is one we dealt with a while ago, I actually haven't heard much from them in a while." Rixton begun speaking. Antonio refrained from urging him to talk faster, knowing he couldn't be completely unreasonable. Everyone was here to help, he reminded himself. "I didn't know they still had hard feelings about me locking one of their guys up." Rixton confessed, scratching the back of his neck. "If I would have known, I would have been more suspicious about the other day—" "What happened the other day?" Antonio interrupted him, getting more and more agitated. "Just felt like I was being followed at the grocery store." Rixton seemed frustrated at himself for not being more concerned. "It was only a few seconds." "Tell me more about your girlfriend." Antonio instructed. "Why would they get mixed up? Assuming they had similar hair colors, I would think this gang would be smarter than that." Rixton didn't answer him, instead scrolling through his phone. Antonio bit his tongue, telling himself that whatever the guy was doing was beneficial to finding Sylvie. And if it wasn't, then would just deck him right here. He was then passed the phone, with an image pulled up on the screen. Rixton's girlfriend, Antonio assumed. Facially, the woman didn't look similar to Sylvie. However, her hair was pulled back into a familiar blonde French braid. Another piece of information that caught his attention was what she was wearing, similar clothes to what Sylvie tends to wear when she goes to her Zumba classes. Antonio handed the phone back, immediately running his hands through his hair once they were free. He wanted to scream, he wanted to throw things. But he had to keep doing his job and pretend everything was fine. "Do you recognize the location?" He asked Rixton, who began to search through his phone again. Olinsky stepped forward, paperwork files in hand. Antonio realized that he wasn't actually in the room when he had arrived. The files told him where he was minutes ago. "Got info on some of the members." Olinsky informed him, spreading the paperwork out on the nearest desk. Antonio was on his heels, quickly following him. Four files were sorted in a line, with one standing out to him specifically. "That's the main one from the video." Antonio tapped his finger against the second file. He skimmed through the information. "James Uilek." He muttered the name aloud. Olinsky apparently already went through the files because he began to speak up for everyone else's benefit. "James Uilek, 28. Has been involved with gang life for years, but has only been in contact with the police over minor issues, being able to skid past other involvements." Antonio desperately searched over and over in James Uilek's file to try to find any information that would potentially help to find Sylvie. "The only thing we have is the address to his mother's house." Antonio sighed, tapping his fingers against the wooden desk in frustration. "Can you guys pull up a warrant?" "I'm on it." Burgess offered, heading out of the room. As she passed, she squeezed Antonio's shoulder as a sign of support. Antonio leaned down to scribble down Uilek's mother's address on a scrap piece of paper, before shoving it into his pocket. "Whose coming with me?" He asked. Voight decided to voice his concerns. "Does Stone and everyone know what's going on? Why you aren't at your own job?" At the reminder of his job, Antonio faltered slightly. But he then shrugged, not particularly bothered if they are angry about him dashing out of work. They would understand. "I'll shoot a text to Nagle." He said. Voight didn't say anything else, but it was clear that he was keeping his mouth shut. They had a new dynamic now, as they were both in charge of their respective units. But other than that minor change, it felt like he has never left the Intelligence Unit. And still maintaining that chemistry was important if they wanted to find Sylvie as quickly and efficiently as possible. "We're all going." Lindsay spoke up, before glancing at Voight for confirmation. "Right?" "Right." He agreed with her. "Sylvie's a part of our family, and we need all hands on deck to find her." "When Burgess comes back with the search warrant, we can head out." Antonio said as began to type a short message to his partner explaining his current situation. "I don't want to waste a single second." *** Since they were still scoping for information, it was only Antonio and Atwater that went to James Uilek's mother's house. But the other members of Intelligence were just sitting around, they were checking out the locations where the gang specifically hung out at frequently. Antonio made sure he had his ringer on so he would know immediately if they had any important information. He knocked on the door, and it was like she was expecting them, as it swung open right away. Once she saw who it was however, she began to close it, only leaving an inch of the door open. "Who are you? What do you want?" She demanded. Antonio knew if he wanted answers, he had to diffuse the atmosphere immediately. "We're with Chicago PD," He introduced both him and Atwater, letting the man beside him to hold up his own badge. "Actually, Detective Atwater here," Antonio gestured to his left. "Is with Chicago PD. I'm with the state's attorney's office. Mind we come in? We have a few questions." With that, Antonio held up the search warrant. The woman didn't budge. In fact, she began to look even more suspicious. Antonio took that moment to analyze her more. She certainly didn't look like her son would be in a gang, she was very put together, wearing pearls and everything. Which wasn't very surprising considering the neighborhood, the wealthier of Chicago's residents lived in this part of the city. None of this matched the stereotypes. "We would like to ask you a few questions about your son, James Uilek." Antonio pressed, not willing to give up. He wasn't planning on leaving this porch unless he was physically forced to. To his relief, the woman opened the door further, signaling that they were allowed to come in. When they walked inside the house, Antonio first noticed the picture on the wall. It was James, taken at least a few years ago. But seeing the culprit behind the kidnapping of Sylvie only made him feel pissed off. He stopped his thoughts of Sylvie right there, knowing that only thinking of her would make him feel more angry and distressed. "What do you want to know about James?" His mother asked, arms crossed over her chest. She still wasn't one hundred percent trustful. "He's a part of a gang, correct?" Atwater began to take over. They had planned it out this way, Antonio didn't want his emotions to get the best of them and scare the mother from speaking. ".....Yes." She hesitated before responding. "Is he in trouble?" "Unfortunately, ma'am, he is." Atwater folded back his notebook to begin writing. "He kidnapped a woman, and we need to find out if you know where he is at or any locations he frequently visits." At that, the woman became defensive. "My son is in a gang, yes," She said, her voice turning sharp. "But that doesn't mean you can accuse him of such a thing." "We aren't accusing him, we have direct evidence that your son did this." Antonio spoke up, on a shorter end of patience than he would normally be during a case. "Now do you want to help an innocent woman or not—" Footsteps coming down the stairs gained both Antonio and Atwater's attention, as they awaited to see who else was here. According to the files, James' mother lived by herself. Antonio was in shock when James Uilek himself appeared, looking like he was about to head out. But when he saw the two detectives, he began to dash back up the stairs. Antonio wasn't going to let him out of his seat. "Not so fast." He snapped, grabbing the back of his shirt collar. The harshness of his action caused the younger man to loose his balance and tumble down the stairs. Antonio was only able to jump out of his path in the last second. Atwater roughly pulled the man up, holding his arms behind his back. "Surprised you're here." He commented, easily handling a squirming James. "Thought you would have been hiding from the police." James didn't seem to be fazed. "You got me, but that doesn't mean you have the girl." At the mention of Sylvie, her being referred to in such a sneering tone, caused Antonio to yank his hand forward to grab the culprit's chin. "I think you should reconsider that plan." Antonio warned him, tightening his grip on James' chin. He felt slight satisfaction as he grimaced in pain. James was unfazed. "Why?" He managed to get out, glaring at Antonio. "If you don't come with us, your mother could be going behind bars as well, for inhabiting a criminal." With that, James' eyes widened. "You can't do that!" He exclaimed. "You're playin' me!" Antonio's eyes narrowed, none of this was a game to him. "Does it seem like that to you?" He questioned, not taking his eyes away from James'. Bringing his mother into the equation finally broke down James' walls. "Fine." He spat, getting Antonio right in the face with saliva. "I'll tell you where we're hiding the girl." "No, you aren't going to tell us." Antonio nodded his head at Atwater, signaling to him to start putting the handcuffs on James. "You are going to show us." *** Once they got into the car, Antonio had immediately notified the others about what was going on. They were planning to meet them at a warehouse over on the west side. At least that was where James said they were keeping Sylvie. Antonio turned around again to face James, who was looking out the window with boredom. "You sure this is the right place?" He repeated the question he has asked multiple times in the past ten minutes. "Yes." James was beginning to get irritated. "Why the hell are up my ass on this? Cops don't usually get this prissy—" "I can get as fucking prissy as I want when my girlfriend is being held hostage." Antonio finally snapped, glaring daggers at the man in the backseat. "Now you better be directing us to the right place or I swear —" "Antonio." Atwater got his attention, handing him a bottle of water. Antonio gratefully took it, letting the liquid help him regain his composure. But James began to speak again. "Wait, your girlfriend?" He seemed dumbfounded. Antonio didn't know for sure, he wasn't allowing himself to turn around to look at him. He might end up punching him in the face if he did. Even though Antonio didn't respond, James kept on talking. "We took Rixton's girl—" "No, you didn't." Antonio spoke through clenched teeth. He really needed to get out of this car. "Well that fucks up our whole plan!" James had the audacity to exclaim. Antonio closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Punching the guy would accomplish nothing. He ignored him, hoping that he would get the hint that Antonio did not want to talk to him, turning his attention instead to Atwater. "Almost there?" He asked him, fingers tapping on the window. "See for yourself." Atwater pointed out a rusted warehouse only feet away from them. He pulled into the parking lot, where the rest of Intelligence were waiting. Antonio practically jumped out of the car, before Atwater had it even in park, heading towards the others. He let Atwater grab James from the back of the car. "We checked the perimeter already." Lindsay informed them. "We're ready to go in if you are." Antonio nodded, but turned his attention back to James. "Whose going to keep an eye on him?" He asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Burgess will." Voight said, gesturing to the newest member of the Intelligence Unit. "She'll notify us if anything comes up." With the final confirmations of what they were planning on doing, they split up into three groups, Antonio was with Olinsky. By Antonio's request, they were entering through one of the main entrances. "Chicago PD!" Antonio called out, becoming silent to hear a potential response. He didn't hear any voices, but he did hear people running around inside, obviously panicking that they had been found. With that, Antonio kicked open the door. And in the middle of the room was Sylvie herself. "Sylvie." He breathed out in relief, approaching his clearly shaken girlfriend. He crouched down, gently removing the piece of duck tape off of her mouth and untying the rope around her wrists. She hadn't said a word when he took the silver tape off of her mouth, but once he freed her hands, she immediately barreled into him, arms wrapping around his waist. She was shaking, he realized, as he wrapped his own arms around her, whispering reassurances in her ear, trying to calm her down. He then pressed his lips to her forehead, relishing in the fact that she was in his arms, safe. He didn't know how much time had passed until she lifted her own head from his chest, looking up to his face. She looked concerned. Lifting a hand to cup his cheek, she asked "Are you okay?" Oh. He was the one who was shaking. With that realization, Antonio took a deep breath to try to steady himself both internally and externally. "Yeah." He finally replied, as his hand moved up and down her back, as if to remind himself that she was still with him. "Now that you are." And for the first time in hours, Antonio felt his anxiety and fear slowly ebb away.