| jude, ally |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|01:31 am] |
Jude's mind was absolutely all over the place. After his night with Beckett, and what was going on with Liam, it was difficult for him to concentrate though he knew that he had to. After getting a cup of coffee, he headed back to his little office and sat down at his computer to run through the list of names of people who'd bought some of Reagan's art within the past two years since Chancellor had called and asked him to. He was cross referencing the list with people who'd purchased some of Shay Lindsay's photography, hoping to get some sort of a match.
He rubbed a hand over his face, causing his glasses to go crooked on his nose, and he straightened them out before he took a sip of his coffee. It was going to be a very, very long day. An even longer week, if they didn't find the unsub soon. It was hard riding back to Head Quarters with Liam, the man wouldn't say a word the entire drive. |
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| To Elijah |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
Adam still held down a job through all of this. While his father had left him some money, it wasn't enough to keep up his extracurricular activities. He made good money as a general contractor and he was good at his job. So good, in fact, that many times his employer had asked why he didn't go into business for himself. Adam always passed it off, saying he didn't want the responsibility of owning a business. Really, he didn't want more time taken away from his passions at home, or the collecting of more. Today, he cut out early claiming he had a doctor's appointment. When he arrived home, he went downstairs and pulled Elijah gently from his cell to take him upstairs. He never expected the boy to struggle.
"I drew a bath for you," he said quietly, leading Lijah to the bathroom, smoothing a hand up underneath the boy's shirt so he could touch his back. It had been a couple days since Elijah had slept in Shay's cell. "Maybe this will help you sleep." |
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| adam, reagan |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:32 pm] |
As much as Reagan wanted to fall apart, he wasn't allowing himself to. Eventually, he'd managed to fall asleep, and when he wokeup the basement was completely quiet. Everyone seemed to have fallen asleep judging by the steady breathing he heard from each little cell. He got up and went over to the suitcase that Adam had packed, and he sat down on the ground to sift through his belongings. Halfway through, he found a shirt that was Liam's. It was a dress shirt, white, simple. Reagan had ones just like this, but he knew the difference between his and Liam's shirts, and he felt tears sting his eyes as he brought it up to his face to inhale the familiar scent. He wanted to curl up with the piece of clothing and just break down, but he had to keep his head clear, so he swallowed down the urge and folded up the shirt carefully to tuck it back inside the suitcase. There was a dresser, but the idea of putting things away made him feel sick to his stomach.
After a moment, he pulled out a simple thin white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks, along with some argyle socks and a pair of boxer briefs. He got up and slipped into the teeny bathroom to take a long shower, and it was then that he finally cried, though he did so quietly. After he'd brushed his teeth, he came back out into his cell and went to sit down on the bed, his hair still damp and curling at the ends a bit. He twirled his wedding ring back and forth around his finger before he took it off and slipped it into his pocket. He didn't want to risk Adam seeing it and taking it away. |
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| vegas, seth |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|11:11 pm] |
It had been a while since Vegas had last seen Seth. He tried to keep in touch with his Murphy's boyfriend after Murphy'd gone missing, but it was hard. Where there was Seth, usually Murphy was at his side. And Vegas imagined that it was just as hard for Seth to even look at him since he was Murphy's twin. They were spot on identical, though their personalities couldn't have been more opposite. Vegas always trusted Seth to look out for Murphy when he wasn't around, though, and there was a small part of him that blamed the other for not being there when Murphy'd gone missing. It was part of Vegas' own guilt, though, too. And he knew it.
So it was a little surprising for him when he came off stage after the little acoustic set that he'd played and saw Seth sitting at the bar. He figured they'd run into one another sooner or later, though, especially since the FBI was now looking into Murphy's dissappearance. Vegas assumed that they'd spoken to Seth, too.
"Hey," he greeted quietly as he approached the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. He wet his lips, and it took a moment for him to turn his gaze in Seth's direction. "Are you here because the FBI talked to you?" |
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