I Had A Bad Day
Chapter 1: Eames POV
A/N: Hello possums! School holidays are once again here.YAAY! Hope u like this. It isn't really supposed to be serious, I was just bored. The stuff in Italics are thoughts. Ppppllleeeeaaaassseee R&R coz I luv reading them!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Eames POV
I had a bad day. It had only started and I could tell it was going to be a bad one. Let me tell you from the start.
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Goren was sitting across form me having the time of his life reading through the case notes, but I on the other hand had to sit and file through the witness reports. How come he gets to do all the good stuff? IT'S NOT FAIR!
"Eames, are you ok?" he asked me. Did I say that out loud?
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine thanks," I replied sarcastically. I smiled, and put my head down to work again. He went back to his work. He looked so damn happy over there. He was writing notes in that big ugly brown folder thingy he carries around. He smiled every time he had a breakthrough. Just because he enjoys his work.
"Are you sure you're ok Eames? You are going red. Are you hot? It is pretty warm in here," he asked, concerned. I nodded.
"I am ok. Really, fine," I answered. If he doesn't shut up soon I'll.never mind.
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After many hours of sitting in the office, we got a call to a crime scene. Ok. Right, I thought as I slapped on one of those latex gloves. There was lots of Blood, guts and people. Blood. Ok, I'm ok. This is really bad. "It looks like this poor woman had her-" oh no.
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I woke up wondering where I was. Oh great, still here I thought. I was lying on the asphalt with Goren hovering over me. It must have been really bad because I never faint. I'm around blood and stuff every day.
"Are you ok?" he asked, lightly slapping my face. I propped myself up onto my elbows.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Shall we get to work?" I asked as I slowly got up. All the bystanders were gone and we were left to do our work. The body had been covered up, thank god.
"She was stabbed 10 and had her heart cut out," Goren informed me. "Nobody knows anything," he said. Then another woman with a kid arrived. She was shaking.
"What happened? Clarice?" she asked as she saw the dead body. "This is my sister's house. Oh my god! Is that her?" she asked horrified.
"If she has brown eyes, black hair half way down her back and a tattoo of angel's wings on her left ankle, then I'm sorry, it's her," Goren said. Hey! That's my job. Well I guess I was out cold. The little kid let go of his hysterical mother's hand and was drawn to the body. Blood was all over the floor and the knife is sticking out of. I stopped thinking about it before I fainted again, then little punk spewed on me! GROSS! The day couldn't get any worse.
"Goren, I'm going home to clean up," I told him and headed for the car, taking my jacket off, and my nice new top. It was lucky I decided to wear my all in one top and bra that day. I drove home and had a nice hot shower, changed my clothes and headed back to the scene. Nobody was there. I walked into the apartment building and asked where Goren is. They said he left an hour ago with the body. I thanked him and just as I got back to my car some kid smashed the window and stole my favourite Nickleback CD. I let out a short scream of frustration and drove back to the office. I stormed in to find Goren talking to Deakins.
"Where have you been?" He asked. I smiled.
"Didn't Mr. Sherlock over here tell you?" I say sarcastically. He shook his head.
"I got vomited on. I had to go home and change," I said, and the whole floor cracked up. I didn't see what is so funny. I looked at Goren and he looked back at me sympathetically. "Well I don't care. I have work to do," I said as I walked back to my desk and sat down. I looked for my files. Where were they? I looked everywhere and I still couldn't find them. I got up and searched the whole office, until I saw them - in the bin - shredded. I gasped as I picked up the leftovers of my work. "What happened to my files?"
"They were shredded," a man said as he walked by.
"I can see that. Why?"
"Because they were on the pile to be shredded," he said, stirring his coffee. I rubbed my head.
"Who put them there? I spent hours on them."
"I don't know, superman? They are gone Eames, forget it," he said as he threw the little plastic spoon in the bin and walked back to his desk. David Magill. I hated him. He is such a stuck-up selfish bastard. This one time he pulled a prank on me and wiped all my disks clean. Little did he know they contained all the work I had done for Deakins, and I spent a whole day *and* night finishing them. Disk. I had backup on a disk. I raced to my desk and searched through my drawers. Alas, it wasn't there. I sat down and banged my head against the desk over and over again.
"Uh Eames? Ya know that'll make you get a headache," he said. I looked up and met his eyes. They were looking at me saying crazy woman. I sighed.
"I know that. Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be just one bad dream," I said hopefully, but I knew it was all real.
"I was reading up on this murderer who killed pets. And he sold their parts to the Black-market and - "
"Shit! Bobby!"
"What?" he said surprised.
"No, no. Bobby has a vet appointment. What's the time?" I asked hastily picking up my things.
"4:30," he replied.
"Maybe I can still make it. Gotta go! If Deakins asks I'm taking you to the vet," I yelled. As I ran out, I realised that didn't come out right, but I didn't have time to correct my mistake. I figured he'd be smart enough to know he didn't go to a vet.
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By the time I got home, collected Bobby and tried to beat the NY traffic, the vet was closed. Damn it. I had waited 2 weeks for that appointment. He needed his check up and vaccinations. I leaned back into the car chair and closed my eyes. Then I felt his warm little tongue licking my face. I opened my eyes and looked at my little, fluffy, white bundle of pain in the ass - I mean joy. I smiled and patted his head. I started the car to head home.
As soon as I got there, I heard my answering machine beeping. I fed Bobby and pressed Play.
"Hey Alex, it's Carrie. Listen, you know how we always put money in together and get a lottery ticked? And you know how this week we didn't? Well our numbers came up. $4.7 Million was the jackpot. I hate to ruin your day, but how unlucky are we? Call me back later," the voice on the machine said. I couldn't believe it. The ultimate bad ending to a very bad day.
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The glass of alcohol sitting in front of me was half empty. Usually it would be half full, but today it was half empty. The bar smelt of cigarettes and the music was pumping. Behind me people were playing pool. To my left was a woman looking for a good time. To my left, an old man also looking for a good time. I thought maybe I could make these people's day and introduce them. Then I thought, stuff it.
"Another drink?" the man behind the bar asked.
"Yeah, please," I said and handed him my glass. This was my fifth drink tonight, and no doubt I'd be drunk by 10pm. I decided to call in sick tomorrow. I had taken a few sips of my drink when the old man left (with the woman to my right) and another man sat down.
"Beer please," he said. He sounded familiar.
"Tough day, hey Eames?" he said.
"How do you know my name?" I asked without looking up, which was stupid of me.
"Because I am your partner," he said, and then I looked up.
"Oh. Yeah it has been a shocker," I replied, swirling my drink around before finishing it in one big gulp.
"Must have been bad. You hardly ever drink," he said, taking a sip of his own beer.
"Well, lets see. I had a great big pile of work to do, and then it all got shredded. I had no backup, I fainted at the crime scene, I got puked on, my favourite CD got stolen, I was laughed at, I missed Bobby's vet appointment and I missed out on winning a bunch of money," I told him the long list.
"How much?" he asked.
"4.7 million dollars," I said sourly.
"Ouch,"
"Yeah. Oh well," I said and got up from the stool. The atmosphere was smoky and smelt like a bar. Which wasn't strange because I realised I was in one. I picked up my things, paid the bartender and walked out, Goren close behind me.
"I'll take you home," he offered.
"No, that's on. I can catch a Taxi," I said, not wanting to put him out of his way.
"No, I insist. Come on," he said as he guided me to his car. I hopped in and we drove in silence. When we pulled up he got out and opened the door.
"You take care of yourself, ok?" he said. "It'll get better tomorrow."
"Thanks. A nice hot shower and a good sleep is in order I think," I replied. I smiled and waved at him as I walked inside. I threw my keys on the table next to the door and walked into my room. I turned the shower on and stepped in. The hot water felt really good against my skin, washing away all the dirt of a bad day. I spent a good half hour in there, and when I got out I heard my answering machine beeping. I pressed play and listened to the message.
"Hey Eames, it's Goren. Just calling to cheer you up. I guess you're taking that long hot shower you deserve right now, so, uh; I'll leave you to it. Oh, and don't worry about all that paperwork you lost today because I did it all for you when you left. See you tomorrow; hopefully it'll be a better day. Have a good night." Wasn't that sweet of him. It did cheer me up a little bit. Did he say he did my work for me? It was the first good news I'd heard all day.
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So there you go. My very, extremely, horrible bad day that now I think of it didn't end so badly. At least I have Goren to make me feel better.
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Oh yeah, and for those who don't know Bobby, he is a little dog from a previous story, 'My Best Friend and Me'. A totally fictional pet.
A/N: Hello possums! School holidays are once again here.YAAY! Hope u like this. It isn't really supposed to be serious, I was just bored. The stuff in Italics are thoughts. Ppppllleeeeaaaassseee R&R coz I luv reading them!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Eames POV
I had a bad day. It had only started and I could tell it was going to be a bad one. Let me tell you from the start.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goren was sitting across form me having the time of his life reading through the case notes, but I on the other hand had to sit and file through the witness reports. How come he gets to do all the good stuff? IT'S NOT FAIR!
"Eames, are you ok?" he asked me. Did I say that out loud?
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine thanks," I replied sarcastically. I smiled, and put my head down to work again. He went back to his work. He looked so damn happy over there. He was writing notes in that big ugly brown folder thingy he carries around. He smiled every time he had a breakthrough. Just because he enjoys his work.
"Are you sure you're ok Eames? You are going red. Are you hot? It is pretty warm in here," he asked, concerned. I nodded.
"I am ok. Really, fine," I answered. If he doesn't shut up soon I'll.never mind.
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After many hours of sitting in the office, we got a call to a crime scene. Ok. Right, I thought as I slapped on one of those latex gloves. There was lots of Blood, guts and people. Blood. Ok, I'm ok. This is really bad. "It looks like this poor woman had her-" oh no.
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I woke up wondering where I was. Oh great, still here I thought. I was lying on the asphalt with Goren hovering over me. It must have been really bad because I never faint. I'm around blood and stuff every day.
"Are you ok?" he asked, lightly slapping my face. I propped myself up onto my elbows.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Shall we get to work?" I asked as I slowly got up. All the bystanders were gone and we were left to do our work. The body had been covered up, thank god.
"She was stabbed 10 and had her heart cut out," Goren informed me. "Nobody knows anything," he said. Then another woman with a kid arrived. She was shaking.
"What happened? Clarice?" she asked as she saw the dead body. "This is my sister's house. Oh my god! Is that her?" she asked horrified.
"If she has brown eyes, black hair half way down her back and a tattoo of angel's wings on her left ankle, then I'm sorry, it's her," Goren said. Hey! That's my job. Well I guess I was out cold. The little kid let go of his hysterical mother's hand and was drawn to the body. Blood was all over the floor and the knife is sticking out of. I stopped thinking about it before I fainted again, then little punk spewed on me! GROSS! The day couldn't get any worse.
"Goren, I'm going home to clean up," I told him and headed for the car, taking my jacket off, and my nice new top. It was lucky I decided to wear my all in one top and bra that day. I drove home and had a nice hot shower, changed my clothes and headed back to the scene. Nobody was there. I walked into the apartment building and asked where Goren is. They said he left an hour ago with the body. I thanked him and just as I got back to my car some kid smashed the window and stole my favourite Nickleback CD. I let out a short scream of frustration and drove back to the office. I stormed in to find Goren talking to Deakins.
"Where have you been?" He asked. I smiled.
"Didn't Mr. Sherlock over here tell you?" I say sarcastically. He shook his head.
"I got vomited on. I had to go home and change," I said, and the whole floor cracked up. I didn't see what is so funny. I looked at Goren and he looked back at me sympathetically. "Well I don't care. I have work to do," I said as I walked back to my desk and sat down. I looked for my files. Where were they? I looked everywhere and I still couldn't find them. I got up and searched the whole office, until I saw them - in the bin - shredded. I gasped as I picked up the leftovers of my work. "What happened to my files?"
"They were shredded," a man said as he walked by.
"I can see that. Why?"
"Because they were on the pile to be shredded," he said, stirring his coffee. I rubbed my head.
"Who put them there? I spent hours on them."
"I don't know, superman? They are gone Eames, forget it," he said as he threw the little plastic spoon in the bin and walked back to his desk. David Magill. I hated him. He is such a stuck-up selfish bastard. This one time he pulled a prank on me and wiped all my disks clean. Little did he know they contained all the work I had done for Deakins, and I spent a whole day *and* night finishing them. Disk. I had backup on a disk. I raced to my desk and searched through my drawers. Alas, it wasn't there. I sat down and banged my head against the desk over and over again.
"Uh Eames? Ya know that'll make you get a headache," he said. I looked up and met his eyes. They were looking at me saying crazy woman. I sighed.
"I know that. Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be just one bad dream," I said hopefully, but I knew it was all real.
"I was reading up on this murderer who killed pets. And he sold their parts to the Black-market and - "
"Shit! Bobby!"
"What?" he said surprised.
"No, no. Bobby has a vet appointment. What's the time?" I asked hastily picking up my things.
"4:30," he replied.
"Maybe I can still make it. Gotta go! If Deakins asks I'm taking you to the vet," I yelled. As I ran out, I realised that didn't come out right, but I didn't have time to correct my mistake. I figured he'd be smart enough to know he didn't go to a vet.
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By the time I got home, collected Bobby and tried to beat the NY traffic, the vet was closed. Damn it. I had waited 2 weeks for that appointment. He needed his check up and vaccinations. I leaned back into the car chair and closed my eyes. Then I felt his warm little tongue licking my face. I opened my eyes and looked at my little, fluffy, white bundle of pain in the ass - I mean joy. I smiled and patted his head. I started the car to head home.
As soon as I got there, I heard my answering machine beeping. I fed Bobby and pressed Play.
"Hey Alex, it's Carrie. Listen, you know how we always put money in together and get a lottery ticked? And you know how this week we didn't? Well our numbers came up. $4.7 Million was the jackpot. I hate to ruin your day, but how unlucky are we? Call me back later," the voice on the machine said. I couldn't believe it. The ultimate bad ending to a very bad day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The glass of alcohol sitting in front of me was half empty. Usually it would be half full, but today it was half empty. The bar smelt of cigarettes and the music was pumping. Behind me people were playing pool. To my left was a woman looking for a good time. To my left, an old man also looking for a good time. I thought maybe I could make these people's day and introduce them. Then I thought, stuff it.
"Another drink?" the man behind the bar asked.
"Yeah, please," I said and handed him my glass. This was my fifth drink tonight, and no doubt I'd be drunk by 10pm. I decided to call in sick tomorrow. I had taken a few sips of my drink when the old man left (with the woman to my right) and another man sat down.
"Beer please," he said. He sounded familiar.
"Tough day, hey Eames?" he said.
"How do you know my name?" I asked without looking up, which was stupid of me.
"Because I am your partner," he said, and then I looked up.
"Oh. Yeah it has been a shocker," I replied, swirling my drink around before finishing it in one big gulp.
"Must have been bad. You hardly ever drink," he said, taking a sip of his own beer.
"Well, lets see. I had a great big pile of work to do, and then it all got shredded. I had no backup, I fainted at the crime scene, I got puked on, my favourite CD got stolen, I was laughed at, I missed Bobby's vet appointment and I missed out on winning a bunch of money," I told him the long list.
"How much?" he asked.
"4.7 million dollars," I said sourly.
"Ouch,"
"Yeah. Oh well," I said and got up from the stool. The atmosphere was smoky and smelt like a bar. Which wasn't strange because I realised I was in one. I picked up my things, paid the bartender and walked out, Goren close behind me.
"I'll take you home," he offered.
"No, that's on. I can catch a Taxi," I said, not wanting to put him out of his way.
"No, I insist. Come on," he said as he guided me to his car. I hopped in and we drove in silence. When we pulled up he got out and opened the door.
"You take care of yourself, ok?" he said. "It'll get better tomorrow."
"Thanks. A nice hot shower and a good sleep is in order I think," I replied. I smiled and waved at him as I walked inside. I threw my keys on the table next to the door and walked into my room. I turned the shower on and stepped in. The hot water felt really good against my skin, washing away all the dirt of a bad day. I spent a good half hour in there, and when I got out I heard my answering machine beeping. I pressed play and listened to the message.
"Hey Eames, it's Goren. Just calling to cheer you up. I guess you're taking that long hot shower you deserve right now, so, uh; I'll leave you to it. Oh, and don't worry about all that paperwork you lost today because I did it all for you when you left. See you tomorrow; hopefully it'll be a better day. Have a good night." Wasn't that sweet of him. It did cheer me up a little bit. Did he say he did my work for me? It was the first good news I'd heard all day.
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So there you go. My very, extremely, horrible bad day that now I think of it didn't end so badly. At least I have Goren to make me feel better.
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Oh yeah, and for those who don't know Bobby, he is a little dog from a previous story, 'My Best Friend and Me'. A totally fictional pet.