Why I shouldn't watch Special Victims Unit when I had four hours of sleep
and mad mood swings.. O.o
"Nice dress." Sara Pezzini sneers at the uniform in front of her, shouldering him out of the way and pulling on a pair of plastic gloves, before crouching down beside her partner.
"Nice dress." Jake McCarty quips, lifting a brow at her thigh grazing silver dress and five-inch strapy silver stilettos.
"Bite me" she replies pulling the sheet away from the lifeless form in front of them. "So, what happened?"
Jake stood now, pulling the gloves off as all amusement faded from his face. "Car accident.the guy over there was driving. Pure accident. Girl thought she could make it across, road's still wet from this afternoon. The car skidded and hit her.guy wasn't even speeding."
He sighs and pushes a hand through his hair. Sara stands, pulling off her own gloves, and pats his arm reassuringly if not a little uncomfortably. "I hate these y'know." he mutters softly.
Shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her long black jacket, she hugs it around her. "What do you mean? It's an easy open-shut case."
"That's what I mean. There's no one to go after, no one to hate, and no one to place the blame on. All we've got is a dead thirteen year old girl whose parents will always wonder why they didn't keep her in the house tonight and a man who will blame himself and will wish that he could have braked just a little quicker." He sighs again, turning from the scene and heading back to his car, Sara following.
" I don't mean to sound unsympathetic or anything here, Jake, but why'd you call me? You could have handled this on your own."
The amusement quickly filled his eyes again as he glanced down at her shoes then backup to her eye shadow framed dark eyes. "The Captain wants to see us.now."
Sara winces, closing her eyes and lifting a hand to her temple. "Fuck."
Jake laughs "If I were you, I'd be thinking the same thing. How'd you get here?"
"Huh? Oh, I took a cab." She mumbles, thinking how she couldn't ride her bike well, or comfortably for that matter, with heels on.
Jake just laughs again, pulling open the passenger side door for her. "C'mon, I'll give you a ride."
She glares down at him, taller because of her shoes. "You laugh again and I'll kill you, McCarty. I swear to god."
He bites back a smile, lowering his head and just stepping back. "I hate you." She slides into the car, slamming the door on his laughter.
Not angst, then angst, then not angst again. O.o I hate mood swings.there should be more of this later, and hopefully the rest of them will be more amusing. Comment please ^^
"Nice dress." Sara Pezzini sneers at the uniform in front of her, shouldering him out of the way and pulling on a pair of plastic gloves, before crouching down beside her partner.
"Nice dress." Jake McCarty quips, lifting a brow at her thigh grazing silver dress and five-inch strapy silver stilettos.
"Bite me" she replies pulling the sheet away from the lifeless form in front of them. "So, what happened?"
Jake stood now, pulling the gloves off as all amusement faded from his face. "Car accident.the guy over there was driving. Pure accident. Girl thought she could make it across, road's still wet from this afternoon. The car skidded and hit her.guy wasn't even speeding."
He sighs and pushes a hand through his hair. Sara stands, pulling off her own gloves, and pats his arm reassuringly if not a little uncomfortably. "I hate these y'know." he mutters softly.
Shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her long black jacket, she hugs it around her. "What do you mean? It's an easy open-shut case."
"That's what I mean. There's no one to go after, no one to hate, and no one to place the blame on. All we've got is a dead thirteen year old girl whose parents will always wonder why they didn't keep her in the house tonight and a man who will blame himself and will wish that he could have braked just a little quicker." He sighs again, turning from the scene and heading back to his car, Sara following.
" I don't mean to sound unsympathetic or anything here, Jake, but why'd you call me? You could have handled this on your own."
The amusement quickly filled his eyes again as he glanced down at her shoes then backup to her eye shadow framed dark eyes. "The Captain wants to see us.now."
Sara winces, closing her eyes and lifting a hand to her temple. "Fuck."
Jake laughs "If I were you, I'd be thinking the same thing. How'd you get here?"
"Huh? Oh, I took a cab." She mumbles, thinking how she couldn't ride her bike well, or comfortably for that matter, with heels on.
Jake just laughs again, pulling open the passenger side door for her. "C'mon, I'll give you a ride."
She glares down at him, taller because of her shoes. "You laugh again and I'll kill you, McCarty. I swear to god."
He bites back a smile, lowering his head and just stepping back. "I hate you." She slides into the car, slamming the door on his laughter.
Not angst, then angst, then not angst again. O.o I hate mood swings.there should be more of this later, and hopefully the rest of them will be more amusing. Comment please ^^
