<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Nothing new, so far. She is still in surgery and they try to repair the damage that asshole had done to her. It is not looking too good, the docs told me that the next days will be critical. He had stabbed her several times in her belly and she had internal bleedings. Once they are finished they will look after your wrist, honey. How are you?" </span>Lea gave a groggy sigh. She felt like she was on a cloud, though it wasn't necessarily good or bad. The only thing that was really on her mind was Maria and if she would make it. Hearing the news about Maria didn't make her feel any better.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Who cares about the wrist? No one cares about a stupid wrist!"</span>Lea weakly snapped, tears coming to her eyes, though they did not fall. She guilty for Maria being put into danger like that and she hated the thought of what it might do to Carlos if Maria didn't make it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I'm fine enough to go home now,"</span>she mumbled out, though she made no move to leave like she usually would have. The medication made her lazy, if nothing else.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I hate hospitals," </span>she stated, though it wasn't clear if it was to herself or Carlos. Being in the ICU only reminded her of the past and it made her terribly uncomfortable, but she didn't feel overwhelmed like she usually might.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "What about Ralph. What'd they do with him?"</span>she asked, bringing her good hand up to rub her eye. She gave a yelp as she had forgotten what had happened to her face and dropped her hand, muttering curses to herself.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Ow, ow, ow. Actually, grab my chart and tell me what that shit says first. Fuck. Goddamnit. Ow..."</span>she muttered, gently feeling her face for the damage. She had no clue what she looked like, but she doubted she was attractive at the moment.<br/><br/>It was then Lea noticed something in the top right corner of the room--a TV...with a picture of her and her family flashing across it. Someone had done some digging on her and were beginning to reveal her entire past.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"What the fuck?!" </span>Lea snarled out, actually finding the energy to move. She sat up fully despite the dull ache in her body and grabbed the remote, turning the television's volume up.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"> "Life has been difficult for Ex-Officer Lea Stevens, moving from one tragedy to the next---but the cop turned stripper still protects and serves as she and ex-partner Carlos Delgado managed to take down a serial killer that had been taunting police for months now..." </span></span><br/><br/>The news report began to drone on about Carlos and Lea's heroic take down of Ralph, though it didn't seem the news knew exactly who the killer was yet, carefully avoiding the topic and moving on to speak about Lea's past, explaining everything that had happened with her husband and son. Lea felt defeated, falling back into her pillow, her chin quivering in anger, not understanding why any of her past was necessary to explain the evening's events.<span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Officer Lea Stevens was once just a simple housewife often seen doting on her husband and son, John Stevens and little Lucas Stevens. Then one unassuming Sunday afternoon, tragedy struck. Lea was at home preparing lunch for her husband and son when a man kicked down the back door to rob the quaint little house. He was surprised by Mrs. Stevens, according to police, and had brutally chased her down to beat her when she had tried to run out of the house. Afterwards, he had sexually assaulted her according to Police--though it is on record Mrs. Stevens continually denied that, baffling police." <br/><br/>"He was just about to shoot Mrs. Stevens when her husband and son walked in on the scene, both gunned down immediately. Police reported that the man fled the scene, leaving the badly beaten Mrs. Stevens for dead. It wasn't until hours later a neighbor happened upon them, saving Mrs. Stevens' life. Unfortunately, her son had died on the operating table and her husband died three weeks later when life support no longer could sustain him...so how was it that Mrs. Stevens had ended up three states away and on our city's police for---"</span></span>Lea cut off the television then, throwing the remote as hard as she could across the room, the device bursting into pieces.<br/><br/>She turned angrily at Carlos, pointing to the now turned off television,<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Who do they think they are?! What could have possibly possessed those mother fuckers to expose me like that?!"</span>she said through gritted teeth, no long able to hold her tears back.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Someone needs to tell them about the fucking Chief's son and stop harping on my past! It has nothing to do with today! Nothing at all!"</span>Lea was furious and she was ready to explode in anger. It was just then that the Chief and the Commissioner walked in, catching themselves in Lea's killer-glare.