Words, Once Spoken

HeartinBayCity (ChelleBee)


This fic, told from Toni’s viewpoint begins the same way as, and shares some elements with “That Wasn’t Like You, Josie”,

but then it changes into a completely different story.

I’ve used the following prompt, slightly modified, in this fic:


My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine, and a lump came to my throat when I…


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Toni and Josie were on a stakeout. They were having an argument. Never mind it was about; all that matters is that Josie stormed out of the
van, leaving Toni, Toni with whom she was usually such good friends, alone. Leaving her to face the perps by herself.

Wisely, knowing it was what Joe would want her to do, what she was supposed to do, Toni called for back-up.

But she was angry, no, she was absolutely furious with Josie.

Joe was talking with Toni and the officers she’d called for back-up when Josie came shamefacedly into the squad room.

“Sinclair, come into my office,” he ordered.

“Toni, I’m sorry,” Josie said.

Toni walked away from her without a word.

Josie followed Joe into his office. Joe locked the door and closed the blinds.
A few minutes later, a tearful Josie came out.
“Joe suspended me for two weeks,” she told Toni.

“Big deal!” Toni retorted.

She stormed into Joe’s office without knocking.
“I want to talk to you!”

Joe looked up from his desk.
“Toni, don’t ever come into my office like that again, demanding to talk to me.”

Toni ignored the reprimand and burst out, “I can’t believe you let Josie off with just a two weeks’ suspension! It should have been at LEAST a month!”

“It’s not up to you to tell me how to discipline your sister or brother officers. Understood?”

“I understand, all right. I understand that Josie is your pet!”

“Toni,” Joe said sternly, lowering his eyebrows, “go home for the rest of the day. And tomorrow I want a report on your insubordination. It’s for your own good.”

Toni was still fuming when she got home. She turned on her radio. A man’s voice said, “So if you have anything to share, good or bad, about any prominent person or persons here in Bay City, give us a call at 312-555-4632.”

“I wish I could,” Toni thought. “I wish I knew something that”
And then suddenly she remembered something, something she hadn’t thought about in more than a year.
She called the radio station

“You’re on the air.”
“I’m an officer at the 23rd Precinct,” Toni began, “and I have some information about Police Captain Joseph Carlino and Detective Josie Sinclair.”

“Go on.”

“It’s something that happened more than a year ago. Someone at the precinct was tampering with evidence, and even stole a tape which proved that our late mayor, Grant Harrison, started the fire that almost killed Captain Carlino’s wife and son.”

“And the dirty cop was?”

“Detective Sinclair.”

“But isn’t she still a detective with the Bay City Police Department?”

“Yes. Not only is she still a detective, but Captain Carlino let her off without any punishment. But then, he always has shown favoritism to Josie.”

“Are you aware of any other times when Captain Carlino covered up wrongdoing on the part of his officers?”

And suddenly, Toni remembered the time three years ago, when she and Josie had acted on their own and used very unorthodox methods to get Chip Rayburn to confess to rape.
Joe had lectured them and suspended them, but he had kept it off the record.
Toni’s hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine, and a lump came to my throat when she realized, “Joe protected me, and this is how I repay him.”
“Please,” she said, “erase everything I said. Please don’t broadcast it.”

“It’s too late. This is a live show, and what you’ve said has already gone out.”

Toni learned that day that words, once spoken, cannot be unsaid.

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