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CHAPTER 8:
Laura stuffed her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat. The fisher had looked terrible when he arrived at his home. Unwashed and unfocused with a hollowness in his eyes that made her skin tighten. Obviously something had happened, she doubted he would tell her.
She pursed her lips and glanced at the dogs as they scurried about in the rotting leaves. The ringing of her phone made her frown in agitation. There weren't many people who just called her. It would either be John to ask for her help with an unexpected problem or Jason wanting to snoop around some more for information about Will. She huffed and pulled out her phone, clicking her tongue at the name that appeared on it.
"Yes, Jason?" she asked the moment she picked up, smiling lightly as Amelia trotted towards her and nudged her leg.
"Graham failed his screening, I want you to stay away from him." He stated, cutting to the chase quickly. The blonde paused her petting, her mouth falling open in surprise. An offended scowl came onto her lips.
"Excuse me?" she was giving him a chance to rephrase his command, he'd better take it. Amelia twisted around at the sound of Buck's barking and rushed off to play. She could hear him sigh at the other end of the line and she straightened up, waiting for him to talk.
"Will Graham, your friend, went through some screening procedures of the FBI a few weeks ago. He's unstable." He explained, trying to sound as casual as possible so that she wouldn't get even more irritated than she obviously already was. She nodded to herself and began strolling along the edge of the forest.
"Not exactly surprising." She muttered, twisting the leashes in her pocket around her finger.
"What do you mean that's not surprising? You knew? Why the hell would you hang around an unstable person?" he nearly exclaimed, making her grimace and pull the device from her ear.
"I had my suspicions." She answered, ignoring his other question and blowing a few strands of hair out of her face.
"Laura, you're going to get into trouble, unstable people are called unstable for a reason. He's not friend material, or any sort of material. He's got a cocktail of Aspereg's syndrome and other personality disorders. His empathy is so high he can't even pull the trigger when he has too. He got fired as a homicide detective because he got knifed down by a killer he couldn't shoot two weeks ago." She sighed and stopped next to a tree, hiding a turd one of the dogs had left behind with some leaves.
"Why are you telling me this, Jason? This isn't information that you should just spread around. I appreciate your concern, but I have no interest in these facts." He scoffed, making her roll her eyes and turn on the spot, walking into the other direction.
"I'm trying to keep you safe, wouldn't want you to fall into your socio-/psychopathic pit or whatever like last time. But if you want to risk your mental health on that, do whatever you like." He snarled, his deep voice shaking with anger at her stubbornness. She shook her head, blond strands rolling over her shoulder.
"Jason please, you're being childish. We both know I've never fallen into anything. You know what I think about such matters. Everyone is a possible psychopath or sociopath, all they need is one thing to tip them over the edge. I've been there."
"Wouldn't surprise me if you were still there." he interrupted her, a sly grin curled her lips upwards. He was so amusing when frustrated.
"Everything we do and experience shapes us, Jason. Just like how me staying in your life after turning you down several times shapes you, my incident shaped me. It's all about how we deal with that change. You say I was stuck in a pit. I call it taking a step back from reality, but you know I've gotten over that now. I'm perfectly I touch with what happens around me. In fact, I'm so aware of my surroundings that I know you're being a total dick." She concluded airily and snapped her fingers at the dogs several times. He huffed heavily and she could imagine him rubbing his eyes.
"Right, sorry about that. I just don't want anything to happen to you." He mumbled apologetically while the dogs gathered around her and sat down at her feet.
"It's okay. Is there anything else?" she wondered and pulled the leashes from her pocket, untangling them with her free hand.
"No. Not really. How's life?" she crouched down and hooked the first leash onto Gary's collar.
"Fine. Same as always. I suppose you're doing well since you haven't called in a while." She deduced and attached Gary's leash next. The dogs watched her work silently, their heads cocked at the device she was talking into.
"Yes. I'm good." She tugged Amelia's leash to make sure it was on well and stood up, making the dogs rise with her and wag their tails.
"Alright then. I'm going to hang up, I have somewhere I need to be." She lied and after hearing his confirming grunt she placed the phone back into her coat pocket and started back to Will's house.
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Will opened his fridge to get something to eat and paused at the small collection of beers on the top shelve. Some chocolate bars were placed in front of them neatly. Obviously she had arranged her addition to his fridge so that it took up as little space as possible.
A decisive sigh left him and he hung his head, closing the fridge again. He'd wait for her and tell her to join him as he would try to drink away his irritation.
The freshly shaved man frowned at his own thoughts. Getting drunk purly to suppress his agitation wasn't really that good of a way to spend your time with a friend…well…'friend'. He shook his head and let a mixture of a grimace and a grin come to his lips.
She was a peculiar person, Laura. They had had a lot of small talk. The blonde talked about her life easily, but if you really thought about what she shared, that wasn't true at all. She'd always talk about insignificant events and adventures that she could easily make people enthusiastic about by the way she explained them. Yet she would never give away pieces of information that told you how she became how she was, no important background stories or psychological explanations or how she thought about the world. It gave him a false sense of knowing her. His sudden realization made his insides itch with curiosity.
His eyes snapped up from the floor when his doorbell rang. After a pause he left the kitchen to open the door. Her timing was nearly perfect. She'd given him enough time to shower, shave, get into a fresh set of clothes and calm down considerably. Unsettling. His thoughts murmured to him warningly.
When he opened the door his dogs trotted in, happily tired and already free from their leashes. Will's eyes wandered to her hands as she rolled the straps up neatly and handed them to him politely. He took them from her and stepped aside, inviting her back in wordlessly.
She gave a small, appreciating smile and crouched down to untie her shoes. The man's lips parted at her sudden change in position. Her bent posture ranting him with a teasing flash of her cleavage before her hair fell around her face. He clenched his jaw quickly and glanced away, recovering from the shock fluently and putting the leashes away.
"So, what kind of beer do you like?" she asked after she hung her coat on the rack and turned to him. He took a deep breath and looked up in thought.
Laura passed him to start for the kitchen and caught his fresh scent. It was an airy mixture of green leaves and salt from what she guessed was his shower-gel and soft scent of wool from his clean jumper. A clothing article, she noted, he'd never worn before in her presence.
"Brown, blond, sweet, bitter, light, heavy?" she listed and stepped towards the fridge. She heard him follow her silently and opened his fridge without his permission.
Will's eyes went over the bottles as he stopped beside her, a little bit closer than usual.
"I like brown beers." He simply stated, not knowing enough about the Belgian brewed beers to give her any more information. The beers in America were known to be lighter and completely different in their taste-pallet.
She hummed in thought and ran her fingers over the bottle-caps. He held himself from glancing at the blonde. When she had entered her behavior was more distant and professional, but the moment he invited her back inside her demeanor had changed. It was weird how at home she could suddenly make herself in his house, it was almost rude. Maybe it was because she'd been in and out of here for nearly two months while he'd been away.
"Do you have any decent glasses?" her question tore him from his thoughts and made him frown, turning towards his cabinets. Laura pulled out two bottles and placed them on the counter, fishing a lighter out of her pocket. When he placed the round glasses next to her, his eyes widened a fraction, startled at her opening the beers with her lighter.
"I have a bottle opened you know." He noted amused and slightly patronizing, she shrugged in response. After she deemed his glasses well enough for the products from her homeland, she poured them their drinks expertly.
"A Mc Chouffe, it's a strong Ale beer, a bit sweet with a pinch of bitter." She explained and handed him a glass. He took it from her, making sure not to tense up as their fingers brushed over each other.