Here it is, the post-ep (well, mid-ep) for The Third Horseman. Please R&R!
It was one of those weeks. It wasn't any case in particular, just all of them piling up, slowly becoming a weight that couldn't be pushed away any longer. It was politics and ethics and the clash of morals and ideals from people who were supposed to be playing on the same team.
She had fixed him with an intense stare and made him give her an answer. And the truth was, he didn't have one. Well, he did, but he didn't like it. But she was satisfied with it.
"Life is full of uncertainty, people need options. Abortion needs to be one of those options."
He sighed. He was wearing a smudged t-shirt, his army jacket hung on the back of his chair. Eames looked over at him, and smiled slightly. He wished the world weren't this way. He wished people could just live, happily, and have babies if they wanted them. He wished that babies were always wanted. That no one had to ever make a choice about them. He wished that people were smart enough, sane enough, good enough, generous enough... mature enough, prepared enough... that people were never raped or taken advantage of, that education were better, that the system were better.. it just wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair. And today, that really pissed him off.
She glanced at him. His hair was mussed up, he was still in his undercover homeless guy outfit from earlier, when they'd tracked down their suspect, a sharpshooting abortionist killer. She wasn't accustomed to him not wearing a suit, and she kept telling herself that's why she kept glancing up. Truthfully, though, it was easier to let her more basic brain functions admire his toned figure through the thin cotton of his t-shirt than think about how screwed up the world was. Scum of the earth, day in and day out. Trying to bring a balance as best as anyone could, while still being the flawed, scared, screwed up human being that everyone is. The moral debates she had with herself just made her head ache after a while. She'd concluded a long time ago that no, she wasn't god, no, she didn't have a right to judge, but damn it, she didn't like people who hurt other people and got away with it. She derived great pleasure from being half of the team that brought down the bad guy time and again. And besides, she wasn't judging. She was just bringing in the bad guy to be judged by someone else. She realized she'd been staring at the same form for the last five minutes, and that her partner... her tousled, weary, sexy partner was staring at her.
"That's it." He said, his eyes lighting up slightly.
"What?"
"We're getting out of here. I promised you alcohol, and by god, I'm going to give it to you."
"Intravenously?"
"I'll do what I have to." His expression was grim, but she caught the humor in his eyes, and grinned as he slipped his jacket over his shoulders, and in the same fluid motion, grabbing hers and holding it open for her.
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