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@badmouthlieutenant
thepushyqueenofsluttown, I feel as if I’m making these just for me and you.
Jennifer Carpenter at the 2011 Emmy Awards
David Boreanaz & Jennifer Carpenter
Behind the scenes of TRH’s Roundtable Photoshoot (Comic Con 2012)
oh deb
Dick smirked after being greeted with his boss’ first ‘fuck’-bomb of the day. While he hadn’t been given many opportunities to directly interact with his superior during his first week at Miami Metro, he’d certainly become more than familiar with the younger Morgan’s sailor’s mouth as she went about conducting her business at the station. There didn’t seem to be a day where he didn’t overhear a new and creative curse declared by the Lieutenant.
He slid into the passenger’s seat when the locks clicked, taking care to slip a seat belt over his chest as she pulled the car out from it’s reserved parking spot and out of the lot onto the road.
Cerulean eyes glanced around the vehicles interior. Dick observed scattered paperwork and case files strewn about the car’s floor. There were empty coffee cups occupying the cup-holders. Something about the controlled chaos fit her, he deemed, an eyebrow lifting as he glanced out the windshield.
"How far is this… ‘Twin Palms Motel’ we’re going to?" He asked, looking over to her before his eyes became fixed on the car’s stereo. At that moment, he was hit with the strongest temptation to turn the system on and catch a glimpse at what kind of music his superior listened to. Music taste was very telling, he convinced himself as he reached for the volume to turn it up from where it rested at ‘0’.
The action nearly brought about a flashback. Sitting there in the passenger seat, partnered up with a no-nonsense leader he had to follow nearly unquestionably. A wave of nostalgia hit him that brought the former Boy Wonder to his days sitting in the Batmobile with Bruce.
Funny how some things never seem to change.
A time consuming job not only resulted in a chaotic life, but also in a messy car. Or, more precisely, her job was her life - and her car was the perfect metaphor for it. All the files - no matter whether they had their origins in a by now closed case or ongoing one - scattered across the seats and matting, plus the coffee to go cups from various cafés which she never visited for a second time. Souvenirs from unending nights filled with investigations and observations.
A few relicts reminding of extraordinary periods in Debra's life were hiding underneath the numerous piles of paper. For example; plenty notes about the mysterious case of the "Ice Truck Killer" (solved) and "Doomsday Killer" (solved) - frankly, she acted according to the motto "out of sight - out of mind".
Somewhere in this particular car were hidden memories, waiting to come alive once more. Just like the mix-tape made by her former partner Lundy which contained his favorite compositions of Beethoven, Mozart and Bach.
"It's not very far from here, it's just-" She paused. The faint sound of a way too familiar song made her raise her head in wonder. "...it's right around the corner-..." Her green eyes wandered to the source of the music and rested on it. She inhaled deeply.
Lundy.
She bit her lower lip.
God, Lundy...
It didn't take long until the Piano Sonata No. 14 by Beethoven wasn't just music playing in the background - it turned into a feeling that made her chest ache.
Immediately her fingers searched for the eject button and reached out for the CD which shortly after was thrown on the back seats. Without any further comments the lieutenant put down her foot on the gas pedal and left the parking lot.
buttons - sia
can’t you see that i’m losing my marbles
it’s marvelous losing another,
losing another
eyes wide open // gotye
well, the signs were clear, they had no idea you just get used to living in fear or give up when you can’t even picture your future
Gotye | Hearts a Mess
Please reblog if you an adaptive roleplayer.
AKA, you start with icons, I’ll probably respond with icons. You make it clear you prefer prose, I’ll make sure I’m up for prose when I reply and I’ll try to keep my word count within range of yours. Just want oneliners? Easy peasy.
Broken Bells // October
badmouthlieutenant
It was supposed to be just another day on the job. That’s what the detective had assumed, at least, when he walked through the doors of Miami Metro that morning. But today was not to be part the routine. No cold cases, no filing. No, instead, he would be accompanying the other detectives on to a new homicide scene. Even more interestingly, he’d been given orders to ride with the Lieutenant in order to shadow her as a rookie.
Dick hadn’t interacted with Debra much since his first day at Miami Metro. In fact, aside from the occasional officer’s meeting or status update on his cold case files, he’d barely even seen her. Busy woman, he assumed. It wasn’t the worst situation to be in, certainly made going between his ‘jobs’ an easier task. The only draw back was that he also hadn’t gotten the opportunity to better himself in the eyes of his superior since their first, albeit, shaky interaction.
The aerialist waited for the Lieutenant outside in the station’s parking lot, approaching her only once she’d exited the front doors to head towards her car. "So, Boss… How long’s it been since you’ve been able to get out of that office of yours and back out into all the action?"
Even if she had already been a lieutenant for months, she still wasn't used to all the tiring paperwork. Debra missed getting out of the office, being an active part of the investigations. The piling up files on her desk seemed to have no end - just like LaGuerta's rants. It didn't matter how hard she tried; pleasing her boss was impossible. And now, after such a long time, she could exchange her air conditioned room for Miami's fiery heat. Finally!
This day she should introduce the newbie to Miami's crime scenes - and hell, she was going to enjoy it. The very thought of being capable of drinking coffee from different coffee to go-cups than the food truck standing in front of the department excited her in some way.
The woman put her sunglasses on as she left the building and noticed the youngling next to her.
"I dunno", she said, "A fucking decade, probably."
For roughly one week the exchange officer from Blüdhaven had been a part of the Miami Metro team by now. And for one week Debra shut herself out while everyone else could get a picture of him. Maybe today she'd take a closer look at him?
Some Harrison love :)
"Keeping the truth from the people closest to you is how you’ll survive, and how you’ll protect them if anything ever goes wrong." — Harry Morgan