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[Mar. 6th, 2010|11:37 pm] |
Parker felt better with Murphy around where he could keep an eye on him. After getting the details about the incident with Adam, he thought maybe Murphy should be committed. The boy was hurting and Parker was very worried that he'd do something dangerous again, self-destructive. He wanted nothing more than to be there for him and really, he'd missed having him so close all of the time.
Murphy was in the guest room and Parker was in the kitchen fixing something to eat. He was writing again, large amounts and he wondered if maybe it didn't have something to do with Murphy being close again. Not to say he missed being in that cell, but there was something to be said for a constant support system. Parker stirred the spaghettios he was heating up on the stove, liking the sound of the fork scraping and klinking against the steel pot. |
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| To Mick |
[Feb. 14th, 2010|12:12 pm] |
Misty Rains was the name she gave the woman who took her information. It was second nature to use that name instead of her real one. She knew that the agents upstairs would find out her real name because it was in the letter she had in her jeans pocket, but before she could correct herself the woman had called up to send someone down to fetch her. "Yes, she says she has information relating to the current DC shootings. No, she won't tell me exactly what but she says the local PD sent her here."
Brie shifted nervously from foot to foot, wondering if this was the right decision. Years ago, back in Texas, she'd had a stalker. Harmless, she thought. More of a secret admirer than something she feared. The incident never went reported and when she'd moved to Washington DC for school, she assumed that she'd left him behind. She hadn't even thought of him for years and wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the letter she'd received a couple days ago. |
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| reagan, liam |
[Jan. 14th, 2010|12:28 am] |
Reagan hadn't been held captive for nearly as long as the others. It had only been a little over a month for him, but it'd still felt like forever. The days and nights bled together and he'd lost all concept of time, time which he never really considered a big deal before, but now he felt very differently.
The drive back home was quiet, he'd slept most of the way with his head curled up on Liam's lap while Chancellor drove. When they got to the house, it felt surreal, and he'd never been so happy to see his home. It was even more surreal to step inside, and when Spooky showed up at his feet meowing loudly, he had to smile and scoop the little white creature up. The immediate purring was comforting, and he scratched behind the cat's ears before he put him back down and turned to Liam so that he could pull his husband into a much needed hug.
The house was absolutely silent, and Reagan could tell that not much living had gone on in it while he'd been away. But it was still home. He was relieved that it still felt like home. Breathing in Liam's scent, he let out a quiet sob, finally giving in to crying now that it was just the two of them. |
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| Shay, Elijah |
[Jan. 12th, 2010|11:34 pm] |
Everything felt so surreal. Being ushered out of the house with the others, blankets wrapped around them all because it was the dead of winter and none of them had jackets or coats. The cold air was biting, and Elijah's tears nearly froze to his cheeks. It had been so long since he'd been outside that he didn't even know how to cope with the scent of the trees or the crisp feeling of the wind.
He tried to answer as many questions as possible. Emma was very sweet, and she hadn't tried to seperate Elijah from Shay. The parademics looked them all over, but Elijah hardly remembered any of it. It felt so strange to be in a moving vehicle. It felt so strange to think that he wasn't Adam's anymore.
Who was he, then?
At the hospital, he got a more thorough check. He'd been extensively examined, and being seperated from Shay and the others left him feeling impossibly anxious. Everyone's family would be coming. Murphy's parents, Vegas, his boyfriend. Parker's boyfriend. Shay's mother. Elijah had no one at all coming, and he didn't know what to do with himself or how to feel.
After Shay had been examined, she'd arranged for him to be put in the same room as Elijah. The boys were all in pretty good condition, save for Murphy because of his asthma. But they'd all be able to go home with their families. Even though Shay had insisted that Elijah could go with him, Elijah couldn't help but feel terrified that something would happen to make him change his mind. The thought of being alone was scary, even though he'd been alone almost his whole life it seemed. |
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| To Callaway |
[Jan. 12th, 2010|10:27 pm] |
Parker didn't have any injuries to speak of. He was very clear that he wanted to get out of the fucking hospital as soon as he possibly could. As the members of the team questioned him, he was short with his answers, sullen at best and belligerent at worst. They reassured him that they'd called Callaway and that the man would be there soon, but Parker had almost told them not to call because he didn't know if he was ready to see the man. Sure, Reagan had mentioned that the man had been waiting for him, but could he really trust to hope for something so amazing? In Parker's experience, he didn't get such a good thing twice, especially after he'd treated it so poorly the first time around.
Everyone had left him alone, moving on to the next victim, the next little headline or piece of the puzzle depending on how you looked at it. The silence of the little exam room was almost too much to bear and before he knew it, he found himself on the floor with his knees up to his chest, sobbing as quietly as he could. |
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| liam, reagan, backdated |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|12:52 am] |
Though Reagan had only visited Liam a handful of times, it was definitely one of his most favorite things to do. He liked all of the art in Liam's home, and most of all, he liked the man's bed - especially when Liam was in it with him.
Being a successful artist gave Reagan the freedom to spend weeks at a time in Virginia if he really wanted to, and sometimes weekend visits would turn into a few instead of just one, but Liam never seemed to mind. Of course there were times when Reagan spent most of the night alone if Liam had to work late, but he looked forward to the morning when he'd find Liam curled up beside him after having snuck into bed with him. If a case took Liam out of town, Reagan could simply head back to New York for a while and settle back into the art circuit for a bit.
At the moment, Reagan was settled on Liam's couch with a bowl of chocolate icecream positioned on his chest while he watched the History Channel. He and Liam were suppose to go out to dinner, but a late night at the office prevented it, and Reagan had ordered pizza and was now just waiting for Liam to get home. When he heard the door and Liam entering the security code, he almost got up but the sound of Chancellor's voice kept him put for the moment. Sometimes the two men rode together, and while Chancellor was always very nice, there was something about him that made Reagan a little insecure at times. |
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| To Callaway, Backdated |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|01:12 pm] |
"Are you sure I can't talk to him?" Parker said, clutching his manuscript to his chest. The publishing company had sent it back with a rejection letter and this was the last one Parker was going to take sitting down. He hadn't ever thought of getting an agent to do this sort of thing. All he knew about the writing industry was that he wanted in and damn if these people didn't tell him why his work wasn't good enough to get published when things like Twilight were being printed.
"No, Mr. Reigh. Mr. Sanders is in a meeting right now and even if he wasn't, it isn't likely that he would be able to take your request. He's very busy. Please, resubmit your manuscript at a later time." The woman was used to dealing with desperate writers who had been recently rejected by the company. Parker grit his teeth together and could hardly keep from slamming the stack of papers and the deceptively blithe manila envelope in which they'd sent his rejection down on the desk. He stood there, refusing to leave and the receptionist looked up at him blankly, stubbornly as their stand off began. |
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| To Vegas |
[Dec. 30th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
The phone call from Vegas had been more of an annoyance than anything. Seth had just gotten home from work and he was fixing himself a drink--how surprising. Putting the phone down, he couldn't possibly imagine what could be so important that he had to get dressed again and go over to Vegas's place. Taking just a swig of the scotch, he sighed and held the glass tightly in his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he set it down, knowing himself well enough to know it would be stupid to get shit-faced before going to see Vegas.
When he arrived at the man's place, he took a few minutes in the car, rubbing his temples. If this was an intervention of some sort, he was going to be sorely put out. He couldn't imagine why Vegas needed to speak with him so urgently. Getting out of the car, he headed up to knock on the door and waited for an answer. |
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