Title: Some Sort of Love Story
Inevitable Defeat
Carlton was drowning his sorrows (primarily at being out-shone by the resident Psychic Detective on the most recent case) in a glass of scotch. A re-run of Cops played, muted, on the TV as blue eyes gazed, unfocused at the wall behind it. He was content to sit there as he did on other nights, letting emotions pass on his face without holding back. It was torn between anger, grief and awe at the moment. Lately this had been getting worse.
Everyone at work thought he was getting sick; the hard truth was that he was sitting up late into the night, thinking. He usually just left the lights off, sitting in the glow of the television and sipping at his drink. Spencer was often in and out of the house: the light footsteps and the rummaging through the fridge always caused the Head Detective's hand to jump to his gun before he calmed himself and just listened to the man rustling around.
This must be defeat.
Tomorrow's Theme: "Marshmallow"