Same stuff, different chapter. And oh, the F-curse was used once.
A Chance for Unrequited Love (Part III)
So, did you see something?
"Yeah," Warrick replied as I tailed him.
First glance, the crime scene he and I had taken up seemed to be a suicide. Suicide of a twelve year old boy. What the hell. His seven year old sister found him, a rope around his neck in his closet. What the hell.
What did you find?
"Well, you see this?" He pointed to the rope a few inches from the boy's head, untied.
I nodded weakly.
"Look, at the bruises." He showed me the purple around his neck.
The rope's too thin to have made such huge bruises.
"My point exactly."
Homicide, I said under my breath.
Second glance, homicide. What the fuck.
"We need to speak with the mother."
Yeah.
"Where's the mother?" Warrick asked Brass a few moments later as we stood outside the house. "Has she talked to her daughter yet?"
"She's at the station. And no, why?"
Mother's now a suspect. We can't let her talk to her daughter until we have.
"The mother or the daughter?"
Both.
"Right."
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Hey, Gil. What are you doing here? It's two in the morning. Shouldn't you be at -
"I work the morning shift now, remember?"
Right. 'The incident'. But still, you should be sleeping. It's so late.
"Never too late to see you. Besides, I want to show you something." He smiled boyishly, and offered me his arm. Beaming back, I took it as he held the doors of the French Palace open for me, leading me to his car.
Will I like it?
"Since when do I show you things you don't - "
All the time.
"Yeah? Like what?" He pulled out of the parking lot, and turned into the street.
Well, for one of many examples, your African wolf spiders.
He laughed, not just with his lips, but with his eyes. "Well, I promise you this time, it's not an arthropod."
So, what should I be preparing myself for - a nematode or an annelid?
"Very funny, Cath."
Within ten minutes or so, he stopped the car. I looked around. It was dark like coal except the moon and the stars.
Are we in the desert? I asked climbing out.
"Pretty much." He answered shortly.
We sat down together on a huge flat rock nearby.
So what are we doing out here?
"Well, you know, I only share every nine years - "
And thirty four days.
"Right. I told you."
Is your time up?
"No." He said, "But, I've been thinking a lot, and..."
And?
"I was thinking, that's a pretty long time, and..."
I waited.
"And I didn't want something to happen and screw up the chance of me never being able to share something with you."
With me?
"Yeah." I felt him shift in his seat.
It was silent for a moment. I could hear crickets arguing nearby.
"This is where I come out every once in a while to think."
Another short silence.
What do you think about?
"Oh, anything that comes to mind really. Work - cases - books - my mother." He paused. "You." Then, "Sometimes I don't even think at all. I just sit here and watch the stars all night. One time, I even caught the sunrise."
I smiled.
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A Chance for Unrequited Love (Part III)
So, did you see something?
"Yeah," Warrick replied as I tailed him.
First glance, the crime scene he and I had taken up seemed to be a suicide. Suicide of a twelve year old boy. What the hell. His seven year old sister found him, a rope around his neck in his closet. What the hell.
What did you find?
"Well, you see this?" He pointed to the rope a few inches from the boy's head, untied.
I nodded weakly.
"Look, at the bruises." He showed me the purple around his neck.
The rope's too thin to have made such huge bruises.
"My point exactly."
Homicide, I said under my breath.
Second glance, homicide. What the fuck.
"We need to speak with the mother."
Yeah.
"Where's the mother?" Warrick asked Brass a few moments later as we stood outside the house. "Has she talked to her daughter yet?"
"She's at the station. And no, why?"
Mother's now a suspect. We can't let her talk to her daughter until we have.
"The mother or the daughter?"
Both.
"Right."
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Hey, Gil. What are you doing here? It's two in the morning. Shouldn't you be at -
"I work the morning shift now, remember?"
Right. 'The incident'. But still, you should be sleeping. It's so late.
"Never too late to see you. Besides, I want to show you something." He smiled boyishly, and offered me his arm. Beaming back, I took it as he held the doors of the French Palace open for me, leading me to his car.
Will I like it?
"Since when do I show you things you don't - "
All the time.
"Yeah? Like what?" He pulled out of the parking lot, and turned into the street.
Well, for one of many examples, your African wolf spiders.
He laughed, not just with his lips, but with his eyes. "Well, I promise you this time, it's not an arthropod."
So, what should I be preparing myself for - a nematode or an annelid?
"Very funny, Cath."
Within ten minutes or so, he stopped the car. I looked around. It was dark like coal except the moon and the stars.
Are we in the desert? I asked climbing out.
"Pretty much." He answered shortly.
We sat down together on a huge flat rock nearby.
So what are we doing out here?
"Well, you know, I only share every nine years - "
And thirty four days.
"Right. I told you."
Is your time up?
"No." He said, "But, I've been thinking a lot, and..."
And?
"I was thinking, that's a pretty long time, and..."
I waited.
"And I didn't want something to happen and screw up the chance of me never being able to share something with you."
With me?
"Yeah." I felt him shift in his seat.
It was silent for a moment. I could hear crickets arguing nearby.
"This is where I come out every once in a while to think."
Another short silence.
What do you think about?
"Oh, anything that comes to mind really. Work - cases - books - my mother." He paused. "You." Then, "Sometimes I don't even think at all. I just sit here and watch the stars all night. One time, I even caught the sunrise."
I smiled.
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