charlescoast·:
He had been on a good path before Brianna came and crashed through his life, in a good way. But at the end of the day a crash was a crash regardless of who it was. He had been doing homicide and now he was at desk duty till he was able to present a plan for Brianna, to make sure if something did happen to him she would be taken care of and god forbid anyone from calling him when he was in the middle of a case. A good man would probably have given up on his dreams of taking a unit in homicide and just made peace with another unit but that wasn’t Charles, he wasn’t a good man. Right now he was in the middle of turning his docs into his captain, he had gotten everything squared off, he had a decent baby sitter he could count on and his sister; together they could get through this. At least that was the mindset that he was going to keep operating under. In front of him was another cold case he had managed to land himself onto, somehow the cold ones were the ones that made his heart all warm inside. “Sure,” he mumbled, as he took the papers, restraining order, Jesus not another annoying person. Did he believe people needed them, yes – but half of the people that put the TROS were the ones that violated them the most, without lifting his head up he slides the docs over to the woman, taking a pen from his front pocket and placing it onto the table, his name completely lost on him, “So fill out the basics and then I’ll ask questions and we will get this processed as soon as possible. They are only valid for thirty days, you have to keep renewing them unless you go to the hearing and judge executes a longer one,” Finally finishing he looked up and fuck – she was a sight for sore eyes. “Eiza,” And all of a sudden now he had an interest in this petty matter.
Twenty-three. That was the age she was sent back to as she took in the male before her. Twenty-three, at a town bonfire. S’mores being the subject that would spark up a high so strong that it nearly killed her. She had fallen so head over heels in love with the male before her, that when all the signs pointed to let go, she simply refused to do so. Despite the fact that he was clearly in love with his best friend. She couldn’t say those were fond memories. At first, she wasn’t so sure he recognized her, and for a second, she thought she could work with that. That was until he actually looked at her, and her name slipping from his mouth froze every fiber in her being. Eyes glued the paperwork he had handed her to fill out, at that point, despite looking at the words printed on the sheet, she wasn’t taking any of it in. Instead, she found herself inhaling sharply as if to gather composure to get through this little run in as unaffected as possible. “What hoops would I have to jump through to get a judge to sign off on a longer one?” She asked, not at all interested in having to keep returning to the police station. Glancing back down at the paperwork, Eiza had thought for split second to suggest that she’d come back another time, when someone else was capable of helping her. Only for a second. She wanted this done with, and sitting with her ex to do it --- well, that honestly sounded like hell. But she’d have to manage, “I’ll fill out it all out, and answer whatever questions you may have.” She assured, “The sooner we get this done, the better.” Why did she feel like she was gonna need a bottle of something heavy by the time this was all said and done with?
