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“Makes sense right? I mean how long does it take people to check across townships, much more country codes. The world globalizes but law enforcement doesn’t seem to. I mean just how long it took to get those backpackers out of China, or those Journalists out of the Andes.” She said it casually, with a shoulder shrugged up as if it was just quoting a news story. “If someone was traveling for work or something, who knows if anything is even under their name. Come to a different country, try on a different identity with some local girl, get out before the blood has even set into the carpet to stain.”

She glanced up at him and couldn’t help but grin as he told her he was no angel with the joint dangling from his lips. “Ya dont say?” She snickered, unable to help herself. She held out her hand for a hit of her joint before he smoked it all the way down. “Of course they can. If there is one thing my kind likes more then a good story, its a good puzzle.” That was true for sure. She loved his part. Always had. The slow sliding together of the puzzle pieces. “I’m not going to stay what its for. I’m just going to ask if there have been any unsolved stabbings of-” She broke off to look at the file. “Females in between 25-45, in their own apartments, posed like a porno.”

She sent the message and looked back at him. “And dont worry…I always ask weird random questions. He’s used to it. It wont even seem remotely out of the ordinary to him.”

Pausing it seemed like she was debating for a moment. Debating far more then she had when she had looked at the file, passed a cop a joint or sent a very disturbing text message around the world. Finally she closed the file. “I’m Alex.” Really? Did she even want to know his name or his rank or would even that be too personal?

That the killer came from outside of the city had already crossed his mind – but Per had still hoped desperately that it wasn’t the case. It would only complicate things to an extent he didn’t even want to know about. Fucking bureaucracy. Now that the woman was basically pushing his nose into it, he was pretty sure it was the case, though.

What did occupy his mind now, however, was the fact that she knew an awful lot about the world – and then there it was. My kind. She was a fucking journalist, wasn’t she? “Fuck…” Per muttered, sucking in a deep breath as he handed her the joint back. “Of course you ask weird questions – you’re a journalist. Right? Fuck.” Oh, he should have known better! Now she had the case files, the insights, and she could use it against him. Plus, she had witnessed him smoking a fucking joint. He glanced around. Where were the fucking photographers?

A scoff escaped him when she was telling him her name. Was that a real one? “And I’m fucked. You want my name, number, and rank? Should I pose for a photo outside?”

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spdcadetsandcrew:

“Fair point. Sorry, I can be a little paranoid on occasion.” That bit with the botched undercover job had done a lot to aggravate that. Upon hearing his question, she said, “I’ve already told you about my partners, my business, and that undercover job with the dirty cops that led me to becoming a detective. The only thing I haven’t told you is why he tags along.” She thumbed her finger at Anubis in the backseat.

“Post-traumatic stress as a result of what happened, so they thought having him might help. Because my chief thought I’d acted bravely and honorably despite shitty circumstances, they gave me the best of the graduates from the K9 unit and trained him as a therapy job. He can do everything a police dog can do if need be, but only if asked. His primary function is to keep me company at night and in unfamiliar territory. While I don’t entirely trust you any more than I trust anyone else, I trust you enough to have my back and not try and shoot me while we’re working on a case, so there’s no need for him to tag along in the office if he makes you uncomfortable.”

His gaze shifted back to the dog once again when Charlie was pointing at it, brow rising. It rose even farther when she was telling her story. He hated to admit it – but they did have quite a lot in common. “All I got was a ‘Get well soon’-card,” Per muttered dryly, before lifting his mutilated hand for her to see. Ring finger and pinky were missing on his left hand.

“Believe me, I’ve had my fair share. I guess they wanted to diagnose me with that shit, too, but apparently I’m a good enough actor to seem normal enough for them.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Does it help? To have the dog with you?”

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delightfulwickedness:

“I can always recreate the murder that lead you to me. Not like it wouldn’t be hard to make it look real as long as we get everyone involved like the Chief and the medical examiner.”

The tone in his voice made her pause in rubbing his shoulders. She really hadn’t expected his response to the idea of being kidnapped. Dropping her hands, she moved to stand in front of him again, her hands going to his shoulders and locking eyes with him.

“You would know exactly where I was and it wouldn’t be like last time. He hasn’t been active in a while so there wouldn’t be that threat. You trust me…right?” Mikah asked, never once leaving his eyes. He may not admit to it but he had other ways of telling her he cared. After all, she had shot him and he didn’t throw her out of the house.

“No, I don’t trust you.” He did – even with his life. “But because he hasn’t been active in a while you need to be even more careful. That isn’t the point, though.” Per sighed. “The point is, I won’t let you do that, your idea is shit. I would rather kill that girl with my own two hands than to let you get kidnapped again – even if it is just some fake thing.” No, he wasn’t going to take that risk.

“I have an easier plan and a less dangerous one at that: I sleep with her and let that info slip. They will drag her away from me instantly. How about that?”

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thegreatworkofmagic:

“Yeah. I’ve got two of them. Three, technically. But she died before I got in touch with my family. Long story.”

She explained, not quite able to hide the surprised look on her face when he asked her that question.

“Honestly? I have no idea. But even if there’s nothing good to see it can be fun to watch a bad movie as well..”

Paige observed with a hint of a smile.

His lips were pursed in thought. “I haven’t actually seen a movie in...quite a while. Or watched tv.” That media just wasn’t anything he was all too interested in, though Per did like one or two tv shows here and there.

A hum broke from his throat, before Per nodded his head as if agreeing to himself. “We can go together,” he suggested. “If you want. I really don’t have anything to do.”

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kit-just-kit:

Yeah, the single-worded ‘sorry’ note was always very indicative and didn’t leave any room for doubt. Kit felt sorry for Per, right then. It was clear he’d thought a lot about this young woman, whereas she didn’t even consider he warranted a proper explanation.

What an entitled, up-herself fool! Maybe he was better off without her anyway.

“That must’ve been hard to accept, what with all the changes you were willing to make for her. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I know it shouldn’t be me apologising for it but…..I do believe that sometimes, it can help……hopefully”.

It wouldn’t - she knew that. Per was too far gone down the path of misery for her condolences to mean anything anymore.

He was staring at her, not saying a single word at first when she apologized on the other girl’s behalf. It was a useless gesture.

“No.” Per shook his head. “I don’t need the pity and I don’t want it. The—cunt is gone, she won’t come back. I can’t really blame her for it, either; it is actually a miracle how long she managed to stay with me.” And how stupid he had been to follow her like a love-sick puppy. Another lesson learned, easy as that.

“Just proves once again that you shouldn’t change for anyone, does it?”

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xseen2muchx:

She grinned at his stunned reaction. Clearly its what she had been wanting. She liked making people react, surprising them. As for the bed she didn’t go into detail that while she was being tortured she would have absolutely killer for a bad; any vertical surface really. Her shoulders ached just thinking about it; the hum of trauma in her brain that no long term therapy was going to get out.

She snorted at his statement about women killers. “That’s not what I meant. Women can definitely stab the shit out of someone. Its not even hard.” Again the ache thudded in her shoulder from bringing the knife that had been inside her down over and over and over again until she was out of breath, the taste of blood in her mouth, the warm feeling of its thickness on her face. It didn’t feel like liquid…it felt like warm melting butter. She shook the thought off. “I mean if it was a woman she wouldn’t have made it look so pornagraphic. Like this was just a body to him, always. It was never a person. Just an object to move around.” She was speculating obviously but even he said it reminded him of Dahila. “Wasn’t the main suspect in that a doctor? Hodel or something? I mean I can see a doctor…depersonalizing everything.” She grumbled, clearly a bit of personal venom there.

Her eyebrows furrows and she looked back down at the papers again, flipping through when he said that there was no crime like that. “Globalization for the win I guess…” She chuckled before pulling up her phone. “I can poke around if you want…I wont say why but I have a lot of um…people who owe me favors. And its not like it would be the first time I asked them about something weird. You guys get a lot of tourists around here right?” She pointed to herself in amusement.

The woman was full of secrets, and frankly, Per wasn’t so sure if he actually wanted to discover them – although he indeed was curious. Maybe it was best to not ask prying questions about how she knew so much about murder (she didn’t strike him as a cop – but then again, he probably didn’t look much like one, either), and was in contact with people who did, too.

He was watching and studying her thoroughly, leaned back in his seat with the joint between his lips. Only once the woman pulled her phone out, Per seemed to snap out of his thoughts. “What – you think the killer isn’t from here?” That would have most definitely explained a lot – and complicated things even further.

“Look, I’m not an angel in my job,” and he definitely had broken more rules than all of the police station together, “but I also want to keep it a little longer. Showing the files to you is a risk already, but dragging others into it as well…” Per thoughtfully bit down on his lip for a moment. Any help in that murder case was appreciated; they were stuck. “Can they shut their mouths?”

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thegreatworkofmagic:

Paige didn’t mind the silence as she ate her breakfast and drank her coffee. She met his gaze when he asked her that question.

“I haven’t decided yet. If it’s a quiet day I’m gonna hang out with my sisters.. Or go to the movies or something. What about you?”

She asked him in return, though she could guess.

“Sisters?” He took a sip of his coffee. “I don’t know yet. It’s Sunday, I have nothing to do.” And even if he did, he couldn’t have cared less, really. What were they going to do – fire him? “Are any good movies on lately?” Why not just doing something normal for once? Something that everybody else was doing? It couldn’t hurt, could it?”

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delightfulwickedness:

“I was thinking I could take a contract or write up one with a museum to test their systems, steal a couple things. I would return them at the end if she can’t find them. I would have to tell the Chief but I think he would be on board. She and you are assigned but you’ll only there for support if she needs it.” Mikah suggested, keeping pressure on his shoulders and smiling softly at his groan.

“We could also do a kidnapping case. I’ve got a couple friends in the underground who could make a convincing scene and I really wouldn’t mind a vacation to the Mountains. I did find a romantic little village that’s quite heavy in Viking traditional buildings. Would make for a nice little vacation spot if we buy one of the homes. It only took you a couple weeks to find me last time. I wouldn’t tell you anything other than it’s set up so she can deal with you being a feral wolf. Might actually make her back off.”

Mikah had a feeling that Per wouldn’t be a big fan of the idea of her being kidnapped again, even if it was staged but Mikah would be lying to herself if she didn’t find it sexy just how possessive and protective he got after that…and the sex had been incredible.

“Yes…but I’m a homicide detective,” Per reminded her. His head was tilted forward to give Mikah’s hands more room on his shoulders. Touch wasn’t exactly something he was all too keen on – but this was an exception. She just knew where to touch him in order to have him relax.

“Theft and kidnapping cases are none of my business, they’ll be transferred to someone else.” And if he decided to barge in, there would definitely be trouble waiting for him again – worst case scenario: he had to spend even more time with that annoying rookie.

“Besides,” Per opened his eyes and shot Mikah a side glance over his shoulder, “even if it’s just staged, I’m not going to let you get kidnapped.” Not again. Never again. He cared too much about her, even if he refused to admit it.

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spdcadetsandcrew:

Charlie wondered if he was one of those people that insisted on using his own stuff for everything, right down to the coffee. But she didn’t say anything-instead she simply said, “Sure. No such thing as too much coffee. And if they won’t miss it, why not?”

She shook her head at his next question. “I have no idea, but it would be just my luck to get caught up with some nutjob pulling out in front of me or some other random thing.”

“Well then whoever is stupid enough to run into us, will just have to deal with two cops.” He shot the furry beast on the backseat a side glance. “And a dog.” Why would anything the like happen to them, though? All his life he hadn’t been in a single car accident. Then why now of all times?

His gaze shifted back to Charlie. “Is there anything you don’t tell me, though? ‘cause if there is, I want to know. Beforehand.”

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spdcadetsandcrew

🍿 (Per - drunkbutbrilliant)

"That guy? I think he tries too hard to be an asshole. He should just say upfront what he doesn't like-which I'm pretty sure is everything. Actually, I'd love to know if he likes anything at all besides coffee and those pastries."

#Charlie x Per #//I'm sure the longer they work together the more she'll find out #//and hate him lol

xseen2muchx:

She seemed lost for a moment, her mind ages away as her fingers ran across the glossy edges of the photo, the woman on the bed. It was almost as if she could feel something in it. “A bed would have been nice.” Even her voice sounded far away, almost longing for a moment, like seeing someone else’s vacation photo and wishing you were there.

She shook herself back to reality and blinked the phantom of a dark shadow behind him out of existence. The joint in between his lips at least told her what kind of cop he was. The bad boy type…or at least the type that had seen just a bit too much to believe any of the rules worked; the weird sort of authority that hated authority but was somehow still part of it. At least someone who wouldn’t arrest her.

“So you dont think I’m the killer? Hum thats the best pick up line I’ve gotten in a while.” She joked dryly before shaking her head with an actual smirk. “Honey. No one would believe me anyway. None of them do anymore. You’ve got nothing to worry about….well…except that obviously this-” She drummed her fingers against the photograph. “Obviously wasn’t a one time deal. All of that stabbing…he liked it too much. And it is a he. A woman wouldn’t make it so…” Her nose wrinkled distastefully. “Well- it reminds me of those old detective comics from the 1950′s. Border line pornographic.”

Per frowned. A bed would have been nice? What was she talking about, what was that supposed to mean? The woman in the photo was lying in her bed, that’s where the bastard had slaughtered her.

The joint nearly fell from his lips as he stared at the woman, but before that could happen, he pressed them together – and inhaled deeply. God, it felt good. The last time Per had smoked one…he couldn’t even remember. “Let me guess – women kill more subtly, preferably with poison. There are plenty who don’t follow that pattern, though.” Still he agreed. This woman had been killed by a man, there was enough evidence for that at the crime scene.

“You know what it reminds me of, though? The Black Dahlia case. You know that one? She had been cleaned thoroughly, just like this one,” he pointed at the photo. But the Black Dahlia had also been dissected and found in the grass. There were as many similarities as there were differences. “The thing is – there hasn’t been a crime scene like this before in the area, at least not that I know of.”

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spdcadetsandcrew:

“Fair point,” she replied. “I had the same problem when I was still on the force.” She was silent for a moment, then replied, “We should, right down to the most important thing, which is the coffee. We’ll get what we need at yours, head to mine, and I’ll have one of my partners take Anubis home. With any luck, we won’t get interrupted along the way.” The last thing she wanted was to get tangled up in some other case or shenanigans with this guy, though he still wasn’t the worst sort she’d dealt with.

“We can steal some coffee from the station, they won’t notice, anyway.” No one would care, Per knew; they were almost hoarding coffee there. Plus, he often got supply for his own personal coffee machine at home, too. Why not? The payment was ridiculous. He nodded his head. “Sounds like a plan, then. What should interrupt us along the way, though?”

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delightfulwickedness:

“Not if you have me call you in sick.” Mikah pointed out, getting out of her chair and moving around to stand next to him. She bent down and gently cupped his chin before kissing his forehead. “She’s still new. Give her some time and she’ll eventually calm down. We could set something up, a fake crime where she’s got to manage it on her own. It’s been a few years but I’m sure I could arrange something. Just depends on how badly you want her traumatised and if she’s a bloodhound like you.”

Granted, Mikah was just as possessed with the Serial killer as Per was since she spent those days in the bloody warehouse but still, it wouldn’t do them any good to pull a stunt like this if the new kid was just as bloodthirsty.

“If you call in sick, she’s shoved off to someone else for a day and we could plan it out as well as break in the new bed.” Mikah cocked her head to the side and looked Per over for a moment before moving behind him and pushing her hands down on his tense shoulders.

His brow rose. Everyone knew he and Mikah were together, and they usually avoided the couple at all costs. Having her call him in sick? As if that would work. Head cocked back, he glanced up at her tiredly. That rookie – whatever her name was, he couldn’t remember it and didn’t want to – was exhausting. Even more than work itself.

“Where she is he murder victim?” A glimmer of hope mixed with the tiredness in his eyes. Out of the question, though. A groan broke from his throat when Mikah began to massage his shoulders. He never noticed how tense his muscles were until she pointed it out to him.

“If I call in sick,” Per countered, “I’ll get used to it and just stay at home for a week.” Or longer. “What kind of case are you thinking about? I just want to get rid of that girl for as long as possible…”

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kit-just-kit:

Kit took it all in, keeping to herself that she could see how a younger, more naive woman might fall for him. She was the same before she’d married - always going for the tortured, solemn types who had the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her’s hadn’t been a detective though, but a budding artist. The dependence on drugs was a similar aspect however.

She wasn’t going to share the past with her client. At least, not at this stage.

“Did she say as much? I mean, did she tell you that’s why she couldn’t say?”.

In all fairness, Kit wouldn’t be surprised if this mystery girl hadn’t spelled it out to Per, or even said one single word to him. He seemed quite adept at jumping to conclusions, based only of his own ideas on things.

Per bit down on his lip, staring at the therapist for a while, pondering over the question. Then, finally, after a while in silence, he shook his head. “She didn’t say anything, actually.” He took another drag, blew the smoke out through his nose. A bit of ash dropped to his black jeans, and Per started to half-heartedly wipe on it.

“I wake up and she’s gone. Didn’t say a word, didn’t leave a note. Well...she did. It only said ‘Sorry’.” What other conclusions should he have jumped to? The evidence was there, and it was strong. His tired eyes shifted and looked directly at Kit. “I think it’s quite obvious. Don’t you?”

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ophelia-hendrix:

At first she didn’t notice him as he came up to her. She flinched when he touched her, but she realised it was him. Brekke would never be that gentle. Letting him pull her close she placed her hand on his arm to just make sure he was real and that he was there. The heat coming off him helped a little bit against her cold skin. She placed her head against his shoulder not caring that her hair would get his jumper wet. It meant she could get a little heat from him. If she couldn’t get dry clothes she’d die from hypothermia, and she didn’t want him to see that. Nodding when he spoke she didn’t have energy to answer him. All she did was to stare blankly at the concrete wall. All she could do was to try and not think of what that man had done to her, and done to him. If she did she knew she’d never get off the floor again. The door to the cellar opened again and Brekke threw down some dry clothes, a bottle of water and a towel. It landed on the bottom of the stairs before he shut the door again. In the silence of the room she heard the crashing sound of the water bottle hitting the floor and the lock on the door as it was closed.

Per wanted to pull away and take off his sweater to give it to Ophelia, even though it was wet as well - but the door suddenly opening had him flinch and then freeze on the spot. He stared up the stairs, waited for Brekke to return, but all that did happen was for some items to be thrown down at them. It took him a while to realize. Then, however, he scrambled to his feet and was quick to get the clothes and bottle. He brushed his hand over Ophelia’s cheek for a moment before handing her the dry clothes. “Here,” Per muttered, “put them on.” He opened the bottle and drank a bit, then set it aside for Ophelia to take. Brekke had made one mistake: he had given them a glass bottle. That was their chance, Per realized. If he could break the bottle without the other man noticing, he could use it against the bastard...

#opheliahendrix #rp: do you know hamlet?

delightfulwickedness:

Mikah couldn’t help but laugh. “Really? It’s not like you lost it. You’re just the best despite being a pain in the arse and I heard you were up for rotation on rookies. How did you manage to get down here without her following?”

She was half expecting to hear the elevator ding and the sound of his new shadow rushing down the hall. It wasn’t like she had to be down here, Mikah had a corner office one floor above the detective’s pool and she could always look over the edge and watch what the others did but she rarely used it. The basement was a lot cooler and she could never make that office cold.

“Oh, I got a notice that our new mattress is set to be delivered tomorrow. You want to take the day off to make sure it’s delivered?” Mikah really couldn’t take the day off, not that the cases couldn’t wait another day. Some had waited 20 years before she got her hands on them but the evidence box couldn’t leave the temperature controlled basement without any unforeseen damages. She saw the look on his face and she shook her head, “You can always sneak down here when it’s done and help me with this. I’m sure we can stand to have a blood free mattress for a couple of nights.”

Yes, how did he manage to get rid of that rookie? It probably had to do with him telling her to pick up files that didn’t exist at an office that didn’t exist, and now the poor thing was running around the building probably looking for Per. Whatever. He just wanted his peace, if only for a few minutes.

Per leaned back in his chair, letting it squeak once again. That was music in his ears, really, he missed it. “I would love to take the day off...the whole week, actually.” He never took time off, but shit, that rookie woman - what was her name again? Ronan? - was getting on his nerves. Oh, what he would give for some time to himself, for the quiet. The peace. No talking, no asking him stupid questions. No running after him all the time.

“I don’t think I can, though,” Per concluded. “There is this rule...that you can’t take off while you’re responsible for a rookie or whatever.”

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xseen2muchx:

“This isn’t hell.” The words were said in the most casually, perfectly sure way. Like he had asked for directions and she had told him he was on the wrong street. Like she knew where hell was. She could tell the difference. At least while she was awake. That’s what the joint was for. When the messiness of hell bled over into the waking world. She could put it back where it was. Even though she said it casually, she could sense the weight of his words, the wet blanket he had settled over himself for the moment. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t see things in the file. Maybe it was because she knew, truly knew on the most personal level that blood sprayed that way across the walls and your face…into your mouth and hair so that you were finding flicks of it weeks later.

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She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I wont take it away from this table.” She assured him with a swift tug towards her to get the file before holding out the tangy smelling joint to him. “Nothing but the best.” She promised before leaning back in the booth with the file. Opening it her eyebrows furrowed before she started looking at pictures and words scribbled in that she hadn’t seen in the moments before. “She’s older than I thought.” She mumbled, though she supposed that was a good thing. “There should have been more blood…” She was talking to herself in a low voice. She looked back up at him. “How do you get in trouble?”

At her promise, Per didn’t hesitate to let go of the file. It was strange, he didn’t know that woman - but he somewhat trusted her. Trusted her that she at least had the decency to keep the file with herself and not wave it around or take it home with her. Then he would be seriously screwed...

He took the joint from her and tucked it between his lips, leaning back into the cushions of the seat. A deep drag was taken, kept in, and after a few moments had passed, Per let go and blew out the smoke again. Eyes closed, chest sinking slowly. He didn’t give a single damn about her flicking through the file. The gruesome photos of the crime scene. A woman lying dead in her bed, blood splattered on the wall behind her. Per nodded his head at the stranger’s statements - for a death like that woman’s, there wasn’t enough blood there.

His eyes opened again, finding hers. “It’s an open case...” he muttered, “...not to share with public. Those are things only the killer knows - the blood, the way the body is lying. If anyone finds out that a--a civilian has read the file...it would be a fucking disaster.”

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