A day in a life
Summery: A day in a life of Jessica Angell (Actually it's a morning in the life of Jessica Angell – It's not 100% complete yet)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY
A/N: This was a bit random – I wanted to do some sort of empathetic piece and I don't think I achived it well. Well, actually I don't know what is an empathetic piece? Anyway, ejoy!
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Contrary to the fact that her job woke her up at 5 in the morning on most days, she was not a morning person. But the bad habit of actually waking to arrive to work on time got the better of her when she was rudely awoken by the beams of morning sunlight that poked through the blinds of her bedroom window. Her attempt to pull the covers over her failed when her cell, which was conveniently placed in the living room, began to ring.
She stumbled her way through randomly dished out clothes that littered her floor only to find her cell hidden under a half eaten pizza box from the night before. She lazily flung her self onto the couch which was occupied mainly by remote controls and empty DVD boxes. Her late night was taking a toll on her since her idea of living it up the night before her day off consisted of renting about 20 odd movies and downing a 6 pack all to herself. She hadn't had a day to in a while now and she realized how much she needed it as she lay on her couch surveying her apartment.
'Angell,' she finally said answering the call.
'You took your time, Jess,' Flack said from the other side of the line.
'So,' she started lifting a cold slice of pepperoni pizza to her lips, 'it's you who wakes me in the middle of my sleep.'
'You're not up yet?'
'Well, I am now thanks to you,' she flung the crust of the pizza towards a full rubbish bin that was placed at the other end of her couch but it bounce off the top and somersaulted to the ground next to it. 'What can I do for you anyway?'
'Well, I was wondering – day off, 12 o'clock, deli down the road?' she could see Flack was hinting at a lunch date and she couldn't help but wonder about his intentions.
'Oh I don't know. I've got lots of work to do,' she wanted to play with his words, force him to beg her to come out with him. She found pleasure in teasing him and it reminded her about the time in high school when she used to toy with guys who fancied her.
'Aw, come on Jess. Don't deprive me of my Angell time,' she let out of silent laugh at his comment but didn't say anything – she needed more that just that to shift her out of her apartment. '24 hours of not seeing you and I'll just have to go over there myself.'
'You really had no game that time, Don,' she could feel her self heating up at her words. It just gave evidence to the rest of her body that this guy really means something to her. But he was right, they hadn't spend more than 2 hours away form each other in the past week and it seemed her day off wasn't going to change anything.
In her mind she desperately wanted to say yes but when she took another look at the mess she called her apartment she realized what she'd have to do.
'We'll see,' she said.
'Jess,' Flack pleased for her at the other end of the line, 'please.'
'I'm not kidding when I said I have work to do,' she felt sorry and wanted to sallow her words back in and say something else. It was a lame excuse not to go out but she hated to admit it was the truth.
'Alright, I'll call you then,' she had sympathy for him since she understood his urges to see her – she wanted to see him.
'Okay,' she merely replied as the tone at the other end proved he'd hung up. She knew why he didn't hold on longer after that. The need to speak to her, to communicate would have stopped both of them from doing any real work and by the looks of things work needed to be done.
Pulling her ass of the couch and she started with the living room. She cleared up the pizza boxes and beer cans before moving on to placing the correct DVDs in the correct boxes. She decided to move to her bedroom before anything else. Picking up clothes along the way, she bundled them up and tossed them into a laundry basket by her door. She gave a good stretch before opening the blinds to bustling New York streets below her. There were few pedestrians but hundreds of bright, yellow cabs lined up on the curb waiting for passengers.
She decided a little bit of fresh air would probably wake up her system but upon opening to the window the smell of fake Italian meatball sauce flooded her bedroom. With all her power as a police officer she was still unable to force the Little Italy restaurant, opposite her condo, to do something about the appalling stench that constantly got drained out of its kitchen.
She shut the window with a sigh of failure before retiring to the bathroom. If she was going to anything she'd rather do it clean. She stepped into the warm shower that poured over her body. Resting her head against the wall she felt she couldn't be bothered with soap due to her lack of enthusiasm on the rest of her day. Maybe going out for lunch with Flack wasn't such a bad idea after all. Not that it was one at the start but if she got all her work done in her apartment she might even be able to meet him in the city for a little mid-afternoon shopping. She grinned at herself as if she'd already accomplished half the goals she set for that day when she jump out of the shower and into a pink fully towel resting on a railing.
Drying off she walked to her closet and pulled the most comfortable pair of clothes she owned – a pair of black sweat pants and an oversized shirt. She'd planned to do house work so there was no need to impress anyone with a pair of skin tight frilly knickers and an over padded bra. She laughed at the thought of it as she remember Flack mentioning a housekeeping company that supplied blonds in bikinis to clean your apartment. Something she knew men often had fantasies about.
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Angell stood at the door way of her apartment assessing her achievements. Her floor was vacuumed down, her pillows fluffed, plates and dishes were put away. She compared the joy of finishing her housework to solving a case or watching a prep walk away in handcuffs. She felt proud and confident and accomplished. It was her moment of joy, walking along the polished floor and gliding her fingers along smooth table tops. She entered her bedroom and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath of floral detergents she'd used. Everything was neat and tidy and in place except she realized for the pile of dirty laundry that leaked out of the laundry basket.
Giving a sigh of exhaust she picked up the laundry basket and heaved it across her hall to the door. She dragged it down the stairs and into the brightly lit laundry room. There weren't many people in there. Just an old lady from the floor below Angell and someone she'd never met before. Angell had strange memories from inside the laundry room such as her and Flack's somewhat impromptu date which consisted of a pizza and lots of wet bed spreads. When Flack's sister needed a place to stay he graciously gave up his apartment for her and stayed over a Angell's but since Angell had yet to have a day off the only thing they could do was a trip to the launderette in the basement of her apartment to clean her sheets for him. A memory she will always remember when standing next to dryer no. 47.
'Jessica,' Ms. Croft, the old lady from the floor below asked, 'Could you be a kind soul and held me carry these to my apartment?'
'Of course,' Angell wasn't about to let an old lady suffer severer backache so she took the pile of clothes that lay on top of the dryer and carried it out of the door of the launderette.
Ms. Croft lived alone and was aged somewhere between 90 and a 101. Her granddaughter lived in Jersey and came down every once in a while to help her but it seems she hadn't been down in a while. Angell had only met Ms. Croft's granddaughter once when she was leaving her apartment and she could promise anyone she had never met a ruder girl in her life. Angelica was no different to the little rugrat from the series since she was spoilt, annoying and too self-absorbed for her own good. She didn't care for her grandmother and only came to New York to help her through her mothers request before she died.
Angell carefully placed one foot in front of another as she followed the quick Ms. Croft up the stairs. For someone her age Angell was surprised with her ability to walk up the stairs so quickly. Ms. Croft fumbled with her keys for a long while as Angell stood leaning against the wall next to Ms. Croft's door as she inserted the key into the slot.
'There we go,' she said as the door flung open as a whiff of must and dusty air escaped her apartment. 'Just come inside and place them on the dinning table.'
Angell tried to resist the urge to lift her hand and cover her mouth. It was a horrible smell, like raw eggs and stale milk. She could swear something had made a home and died somewhere in the apartment.
'Just here?' she asked reaching the dinning room table.
'Yes, thank you,' Ms. Croft said from the kitchen. As Angell leaned forward to place the pile of clean washing onto the table her hand lightly brushed against the surface of it leaving transfer of a sticky, gooey substance on the back of her hand. Angell shook her hand frantically hopping it would come off but stopped the moment she saw Ms. Croft reentering the dinning room with a cup of coffee.
'Oh, that's brilliant. Thank you Jessica,' Ms. Croft said taking a seat in one of the old moth eaten chairs along the table.
'Welcome,' Angell said wrapping her already sticky hands around a greasy chipped mug. As she lifted the mug to her lips she stopped just short as her eyes were focused on a small shiny black insect floating around on the surface. She felt, for the second time that day, the urge to stop her self from hurling out over Ms. Croft's floor.
'So, how's work at the moment?' Ms. Croft was kind and thoughtful for someone her age and with her condition.
'Wonderful, thanks, 'Angel said, though she really doubted Ms. Croft knew what her job exactly was.
'I think it's brave of you young girls going out to work. When I was a lass we would never dream of something like that.' Angell couldn't help wondering how lonely Ms. Croft's childhood must have been back in thoughs days. A woman's daylight hours would be spent cleaning the house, taking care of children and looking for the right man to marry at the young age of 14. She couldn't imagine her life like that. She could imagine not waking up at odd hours to arrive at work in, something Ms. Croft still to this day would never have worn out, pants and a jacket.
'Listen, I should go,' Angell pointed out firstly because she couldn't stand the smell and state of Ms. Croft's apartment and secondly she knew her washing would be done by now. She walked over to the kitchen, placed her mug in the sink and closed Ms. Croft's front door behind her before whipping her hands over her shirt to take way any germs that might have taken residence on her since she'd entered Ms. Croft's apartment.
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A/N: Yeah, hope you got something from that. Probably not. I've been over my head lately with school work and for some reason I keep making more and more CSI NY MVs. (Do check them out if you've got a moment youtube/lyzabethsay) I would like to continue this when I have more time so it will be complete for now until I have some more free time. As for my other one too. Thanks enjoy and comment.