Her nurse followed Rave into the room with IV supplies and injectable meds. After the team made sure the meds had a chance to start effect, Stitch showed up with food, Genie pushed everybody but Red out. “Tomorrow PT.” it was hard to believe it had barely been 24hrs since the attempted robbery. Ashe didn't stand a chance against the meds she was given and was asleep, her IV still running to get her hydrated. Red settled into his chair for a quiet afternoon.
22
RAVE
Sylvie had never been to the courthouses. Never been part of a criminal proceeding. She wasn’t sure what to expect but the nondescript building that was the courthouse sent a message that the government didn’t want a scene. The courtroom lacked imagination, just like every other courtroom you’d ever see on TV.
As they settled in the courtroom Genie whispered to Rave, “I think Sylvie may be on the spectrum.”
Rave looked at his team leader incredulously. “What are you talking about,” he hissed.
“Think about it. She’s comfortable in order and tasks. Socially? And she’s cold, Rave.”
“She’s introverted and doesn’t know who to trust?—”
“Right now,” Genie interrupted. “She didn’t get along on the ship well, except for work. She was on that boat for months and based on all her visitors, not one friend.”
“She stayed on a ship with no space of her own. She doesn’t seem to have issues with my place. She doesn’t have any repetitive tics.” But Genie had done his part, now Rave watched Sylvie with a different perspective.
Sylvie sat stiff in the courtroom. Rave watched carefully, looking so much calmer than he felt. The team heard the charges being brought up against Taylor and looked at each other surprised. “Larceny?” Rave whispered harshly.
“And battery,” Red responded quietly.
23
SYLVIE
The Courts Martial started with what the Navy had put together on the two charges. Over the next number of days, the prosecution laid out their witnesses and evidence. The Physician Assistant explained after a month of numbers not being right with medications that he had put Sylvie on nights, when the Officers were off shift, and from then on, the medications were fine. A Supply Officer had similar issues with some of the equipment and supplies that were ordered and not arriving in stock.
They called Sylvie to the stand to go over her experience with the issues brought up.
“Were you aware of the missing medication?”
“I know that there seemed to be a problem keeping the numbers right. I know that’s why I got put on nights.”
“Were you asked by anyone to move medication or give it to anyone that wasn’t supposed to have it?”
“No.”
“So, you don’t know who was involved?”
“I didn’t know there was a problem.”
“You were approached by Petty Officer First Class Taylor for what reason?”
“He introduced himself a few weeks into us being at sea. It seemed he was checking out fresh meat.”
“How did your interactions go?”
“I suppose not well. I tried to be professional initially, but he kept coming back. I felt like I was clear.”
“He claims you broke his nose.”
“It’s a good possibility.”
“Can you explain what happened?”
“He came into the clinic right before I closed it. He got in my face again, I told him I wasn’t interested, again. He backed me up against a wall and had his hand around my throat. There was a ruckus at the door of the clinic that created an opportunity for me. I broke his grip on me, drove his face into my knee and watched him fall.”