Caveat: I disclaim any rights of owning Touching Evil. Damn. Oh, and that I also suck at relating with anything the OSC Unit - barely any knowledge of it, so sorry - I'll try though. I basically focus on the personal involvements with the detectives and not the cases themselves - although that might soon change. I'm trying to come up with a case for them to work on and I think I've gotten it - and it involves Creegan, Branca and Piper very intravenously. I love creating weird scenes using Creegan's weirdness...so I hope you enjoy them and that he isn't too out of character.
-Heaven's Burning-
by Mia Ai-no-Tora
Chapter Three: "Dream of a Memory"
"Nh...fh..." He grunted in his sleep, a frown creasing his forehead, eyes moving rapidly in REM. It was officially 5:01 A.M..
Hallie watched him with curiosity from where she sat in a nearby chair. Creegan slept in the living room after she had fallen asleep talking with him and how she had discovered him to be a detective - although she expected him to sleep on the couch like any normal person. Once she'd awoken in the morning though, she with utter wonderment, found him sleeping under the coffee table. Wearing only his underwear, he slept on his back, an arm lain across his chest with his thin sheet kicked off. He was the most unusual detective she'd ever seen by a long shot.
Now that she thought more about it, he was the most unusual and attractive detective she'd ever heard of. The more she looked at him, a light blush sneaked up from her neck and onto her face. How shameful.
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"So, you ready yet?" His brother-in-law to be and best man whispered; David turned and beamed in pleasure at the sight of his beautiful bride walking down the aisle donned in an enchanting white gown.
"Stupid question, Sam..." He replied in an equally quiet tone, speaking without moving his lips as an insanely happy grin caressed his mouth. He closed his eyes and for a moment he felt the odd sensation of being pulled. He opened his eyes to find himself being embraced by warm arms, overlooking a crib with a tiny little life bundled within it, wide sky-blue eyes staring up at him. A baby mobile with baby monkeys and bananas twirled over the crib to a soft lullaby.
"Samantha honey, you won't be alone for very long. Little sister or brother is coming around soon." Holly had the perfect expression of serenity on her face, and her arms tightened around him. He smiled softly, feeling the pressure of her swelling belly once again pressing against him.
"How sad..." He glanced away from his breakfast to Holly speaking on the phone near the kitchen counter. "How close were they to getting married? Oh wow...I wonder what could have possibly possessed him, and in that way too. I hope she...that woman will get past this - oh, Branca? Susan. I see. Mm. Well, the last thing she needs is to have everyone gossiping about it. Tracy, you know..."
He felt himself react to something in his dream because he felt a muscle spasm travel from his toes to his head, making him get up very quickly - only to feel a sharp pain in his head afterward and smack right back down onto the floor. Groaning, he opened his eyes to look up at the bottom of his glass coffee table and the white ceiling beyond it.
"Um, are you all right??" He looked off to the side and also saw a rather pretty dark-haired woman beyond the glass, wearing one of his sweaters and pants that looked like his. He blinked for a moment then it all clicked.
"Yeah, I'm great. I needed it anyway..." Rolling off to the side, he groaned as he rose and stretched, arms above his head and a big yawn to tie it off with. He only vaguely felt the sensation of her eyes on him but he chose to ignore it. "Hmmm..." He rubbed his eyes, blearily glanced at Hallie for a second, reached down with one hand and into his undies for a quick scratch before walking past her to his bedroom. Again he chose to either ignore or not notice her reaction. "Good morning - sleep good?" He asked loud enough for her to hear as he retrieved a clean pair of well-worn blue jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt along with a new pair of undies and changed into them.
"Er...yes. I slept fine..." He hurried his pace and slid on his shoulder-holster, feeling slightly better with the feeling of his gun next to his chest. He walked into the living-room and stopped in front of her. She swallowed with something akin to wariness and something she couldn't quite place her finger on.
"Good. That's good..." His eyes traveled every which way, walked back into his bedroom, then returned with his badge, cell-phone and his jacket. "Listen Ms. Piper, I'm on the run to work. I'll have someone sent over to be notified about your situation while I'm in the car," He strode over to the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton, took a big swig and with an adorable milk mustache he went on, "So if you want to eat or something go right ahead but I'm afraid there isn't much in here except booze, milk - I'd be careful about the milk though," To emphasize his point, he let out a big belch. "And what else have we got in here..." He disappeared for a moment behind the fridge door, then reappeared. "Ou'douvres...? My partner had me take them home after some meeting - oh and there's Cyril's old cereal too, I hope you're not lactose intolerant and don't mind Lucky Charms ..."
He chuckled, closed the milk carton and put it back then closed the door. He then walked over to her and she seemed to have such a confused expression on her face. "If there's anything else you need, my digits and info's on my night-stand and..." Seconds ticked as he tried to think of anything else. "And um, I think that's it. I hope you have everything you need at the moment - you can use my razor to shave your legs too if you want." He smiled politely and strode over to his door, opened it and stepped out - not leaving without peeking in and adding, "Could you please lock it on your way out? Thanks." The door was shut. All at once Hallie exhaled - she never believed she held her breath for so long. What the hell was up with this incredibly attractive yet oddball man? The door opened again and she jumped in surprise to see him come back in. "Shoes," he quickly muttered, going over to the bedroom, coming back with these leather boots on. Much to her surprise he didn't seem embarrassed at all as he opened the door, walked through it and shut it behind him again.
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