to hell and back

40 | forensics

[missopheliacooper-blog]

Ophelia passed him the coffee pot. “Knock ya self out.”

[aleksandrbridge]

“Thanks.” And rather than pour him a cup, he drank straight from the pot. The last time he slept was 48 hours ago. There was no rest for the police department, even forensics. “..Sorry if you wanted any.”

[missopheliacooper-blog]

“Ya know hun, if ya want something, all ya have to do is ask.”

[aleksandrbridge]

“Sorry. Long day. Could you pass me the coffee pot over there?”

[graingerxstephensonnull-blog]

“Fair enough. And sitting in front of a fire would be a bit inconvenient.”

[aleksandrbridge]

“Perhaps I should just layer up some more. That always seems to do the trick.”

[graingerxstephensonnull-blog]

“I’d suggest putting some of those palm warmers in your pockets, but that might get really uncomfortable. And do the opposite of freezing your balls.”

[aleksandrbridge]

“That... is an interesting suggestion. Yeeaaah, I’d rather not melt them off. I’m rather fond of them, thanks.”

[aleksandrbridge]

“Why can’t we work in clear conditions...... when it’s not twenty-one degrees..... and snowing... My balls are freezing.”

[maxstclair-deactivated20151227]

“Goddamnit -” Her voice was cut off by a harsh and wet cough. Putting a hand on her chest, she hacked until it felt like she was going to cough up blood. Realizing she was starting to attract attention, she gulped and coughed her way to the bathroom, holding a hand over her mouth so as to not spread the nasty shit that grew in her lungs. Her coughing was so loud she didn’t even realize someone was following her to help.

[aleksandrbridge]

“Excuse me-- miss? Do you need help?” Aleks followed her into the men’s bathroom, immediately concerned about the young woman hacking her lungs out.

[aldyriarp-blog]

I DON’T WANNA BE YOUR H E R O

— ALEKSANDR BRIDGE / 40 / FORENSICS  Aleks is portrayed by JAMES D’ARCY and played by BIANCA.

I JUST WANNA FIGHT WITH EVERYONE ELSE

Born and raised in San Francisco, Aleks always had an appreciation for the city life and how busy it was. His father was a detective for the San Francisco Police Department and always brought him into work with him after Aleks got out of school because his mom was a chef at the San Francisco Marriott Marquis and worked long hours, all except on the weekends.

It was in San Francisco that Aleksandr grew interested in detective work, but mostly forensics. Sure, detectives did important work, but he always thought that the forensic scientists did more important work. Without them, the detectives wouldn’t have anything to go on. However, just as he was getting really into his father’s detective work, the Loma Prieta earthquake hit San Francisco, and at the age of fourteen, Aleks moved north to Saint Helens, Oregon with his parents.

It was in Saint Helens that he realized he was more of a smaller town kind of guy. He still shadowed his father at work, wanting to know everything that was happening in the town. Though he picked up on something that he wasn’t sure he liked or not. His father was making deals. He was getting into the nitty gritty of the underground scene, making connections with this person and that. He went behind his boss, went behind the other officers and detectives to get the information that he needed. 

It wasn’t until he was in college at Stanford University that he understood why his father was doing what he did. Sometimes, it was just…. essential to the job. Ignore what someone was doing and he’d get information. He never told anyone about his revelation, though. That is, until his wife came along.

The two met at a sermon and the rest was honestly history. Five years later, they were married. She was a detective, he was still a forensic scientist. After they graduated and got their degrees, the two decided to move to Littleton, Colorado for job openings at their police department.

Years into their job, they were nicknamed the “Dream Team”. Aleks and Dominika were both incredibly good at their job, solving almost every case that was thrown at them. That is, until an old case was dug up due to similar victims showing up. A serial killer was still alive and well in Littleton and was never caught.

There was a rumor surrounding the case– whoever got too close, was killed. That didn’t scare the dream team, though. They soldiered on, and eventually gave the rest of the police department enough courage to be soldiering on with them. They were extremely close to capturing the serial killer.

And then the inevitable happened. Dominika was murdered on the street one night after walking the dog. By the time paramedics arrived at the scene, it was too late. Aleks knew it was the serial killer and so did the rest of the police department. This was his last straw, but as the case now became personal to Aleks, he was forced to take a leave with pay.

Not being able to chase after the serial killer was driving him insane, the grief over his dead wife making it even worse. It took the police department a year to finally catch the man, but it was too late. He’d killed himself and left Aleks with absolutely no closing. The police department in Littleton allowed him to come back after the case was closed, but he just couldn’t do it. His wife’s empty chair brought back too many memories. He had to get out.

Thus he moved to Aldyria, taking up another job in their police department. He’s only been in the town for a short four years, but the memory of his wife’s blood on his hands is still fresh in his memory. Though now, he’s more determined than ever to close whatever case is thrown his way, always quiet, always closed off.

[thebadwolf]

[aleksandrbridge]

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