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sometimes it feels
like nobody knows
you wanna be alone now
hidden from view
feels as though the whole world
is comin' for you
The Waifs, Here If You Want
Mark Sloan considered himself a blessed guy. He'd only been truly heartbroken by a girl once, not that he'd ever given them the opportunity, not since college anyway, and he had Derek to keep him in line. He'd been there his entire life, and he couldn't remember a time they hadn't had each other's back. He was hoping that wouldn't change. After all, if he wasn't Chief Deputy, who was he? He lived and breathed the justice system, and he wasn't so sure he knew who he was without it.
The morning had gone awfully slow for Mark. With no citizen complaints to look into, no inmates to feed, unless he counted himself, and no Derek to pester, he was flat out bored. If there was anything that Mark Sloan hated, it was being bored. He'd already gotten breakfast for the morning, so he couldn't even do that. He wasn't sure exactly sure where the line between being a loyal customer and an obsessed stalker was, but he was getting the feeling he was flirting with it. It wasn't a good feeling considering he was Chief Deputy. Who would run the place then?
Where was Derek anyway? Even if Tommy didn't go to school, he would have checked in by now. He wasn't certain the time line of grief, but he'd been doing so much better in the last couple of days that Mark had been hoping that he was on his way back to normalcy, at least as normal as you can get after something like that. He was starting to wonder if it'd all been an act. Derek had always been good at hiding things.
Just as he picked up the phone to call Derek, the door opened to revealed a very drunk Frank. Rolling his eyes, Mark stood up, making his way over to lead the man to the cell. "It's Wednesday, Frank!"
"Frank doesn't see the problem. Frank didn't drive, Frank didn't even visit Mark's girlfriend and get food. Frank came straight home to sleep. Frank deserves a brownie." Frank laughed as he allowed Mark to guide him to one of the two cells. "Frank gets to choose?"
"I don't even know which one of those statements to correct first, Frank, but no, you're getting the left one." Mark grabbed the keys from his pocket, and quickly made work of the lock.
"Frank thinks Mark is jealous that Pippie offered Frank a cupcake instead of Mark." He slurred as he plopped himself on the cot.
"Her name is Addison, and that's because she thinks you don't eat!" He muttered, wondering why Derek let Frank pretend that the jail was his home. Derek was his best friend, and he trusted him, but Frank was just a bit much.
"Whatever you say, deputy." Frank smiled as he dozed off into an alcohol induced slumber. Mark shook his head slightly as the sight before the sound of the phone brought him back to reality. Whoever it was on the other line, he was sure they would keep him better entertained than a sleeping Frank.
Thoughts?
