"Shut up, its a homicide."
"It's a suicide."
"Homicide!"
"Suicide!"
Limear interjected, smacking the two boys on the back of the head. "Both of you, hush! It's a crime scene, not a playground for your childish bickering. Daisy will tell us what those marks mean, until then, tape it off and bag n tag."
Robin mumbled an "Ok," while Tank stuck out his tongue at the younger boy.
"Limear, over here!"
"What is it probie-..." the girl trailed off when she started to walk over towards Misty. The young intern looked scared, almost worried. "What?" she frowned as she walked up and touched the redheads shoulders. She was shaking. "Honey what's wrong...?"
"Isn't that...?" her voice quivered as she extended a shaky finger. I looked to where she was pointing. In the ditch lay a body almost camouflaged in leafy patches of nature. "Hey, we got another body!" I called back over my shoulder. I bent down to eye level with the girl. "Are you not used to seeing bodies by now?"
"J-...Jame..."
Valadaa turned around and furrowed her brows. She jumped down in the ditch, kneeling over the body and brushing leaves from the face.
She stilled, sighing as she brushed the corpses cheek. Very fresh... "Darling, go home."
"Is it him?"
"Leave! Now!"
The quivering intern spun around and ran off, leaving her superior alone in the ditch. Well not completely alone.
"Hey can I have some of this?" the boy asked, looking at the pitcher of raspberry kool-aid like an eager child.
"Yeah."
... "Ick!" he spat out the substance, wiping his mouth rapidly. "What is this? Gin?"
The girl rolled her eyes. She was sprawled out on the couch, drink by her legs as she leisurely watched a Seinfield. Tank sighed, putting the pitcher in the fridge. "Want company?" he asked. "Mhm..." she stretched.
He sat down in the recliner, getting comfy as he reached for a cookie on the coffee table. "It's cold..." she almost whined, pouting like a kid. "Really? I thought you'd be plenty warm with that stuff you drink."
"Make it warm..." she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her arms. "Want me to get the heaters or-?" he looked at her in confusion as she got up. Tank froze as she got into the recliner with him, covering herself with his discarded bomber jacket. The girl was snuggled to his side. "Put your arm around me..."
It took him a moment before the words registered. "Oh! R-Right..." he moved and did as asked, letting her fit more comfortably. "mm..." he heard the soft noise from Val, watching her start to fall asleep on his chest.
It made me smile. Her snoozing face was cute. Tinted cheeks and a peaceful look.
But why was she drinking? Is it because of today...? He didn't know that she knew that guy. He was only an intern, wasn't he? Maybe she doesn't know him. Maybe she's thinking about something else.
Come to think of it, hadn't she been snuggled up like this to Rab? On that plane...
Did they date? They must have... but I can't imagine her dating anyone for some reason... I doubt anyone could ever achieve such a thing. She's too elusive. Untouchable.
I moved my arm to rest it on her waist, brushing hair out of her face.
My thumb ran across her cheek absently.