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Vincent gave her a hard stare, canting his head slightly. âSure..You never fail to charge me for property damage. Though with that fuckinâ glare of yours, I canât help but think you see me as a more dangerous criminal.â
âI think that once you broke the law, it's much easier to break it in other more extreme ways.â Not that he seemed like the most likely type to go above petty crimes, but you never knew.Â
Mary didnât keep too many friends around town, so it was good to see the ones she had every now and then. Sure, maybe it was true that she worked way too much, but it was why she had come here and what her life should consist of. After all, it wasnât the greatest joy returning home to either an empty home or a mentally absent husband. âOh, me too. What are you doing here, anyway? You didnât need a doctor, did you?â Mary spoke as she made her way to one of the elevators. They should probably not sip their coffee in the nurses room.
Eleanor had no trouble keeping a steady pace while walking next to the other, briefly pausing to step out of the way of another nurse shepherding a patient into her room. âNot me. There was a fight down town and the idiot who started it got their head cut open by a glass window.â She shrugged while recounting the memory. âThat's about all the excitement I've had today though. How about you?â
âOfficer Harper! I havenât seen you in the psych ward in a hot minute.â A warm smile laid on Marys lips as she approached her friend. Quickly, she desinfected her hands and proceeded to give the brunette a hug. âDo you have time for a coffee? I desperately need one.â It had been one hell of a day in this hospital and the blonde felt drained of her power - and not only the one keeping her body up and running.
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Eleanor hugged the blonde back and a smile spread upon her face easily. She had picked up a man who had run into a glass door and given him a lift to the hospital. After checking him into the ER, she'd taken the elevator up to the psych ward. âYou know me, I'm always craving more caffeine.â She motioned for the blonde to lead the way, happy that Mary wasn't too busy to catch up a bit. They didn't seem to have the time lately to meet up as often as they'd both like it.
âValley, my name is Valley Malone,â she told her, studying the graffiti again. âThe investigations of the car accident stopped because they couldnât find any leads or any form of logical reason as to why the car crashed. I was just wondering if the case can be re-opened.â This time, she kept it direct and concise, not wanting to give too much detail. The papers didnât give much details either to the investigation, some even thought it was just to get attention to her family and the rising career of her parents in science. Some even said it was her and her twin brotherâs own doing, to get their parentâs money, but detective says there is no form of evidence pointing at them.
âI was just wondering if you know any further details.â
âThanks.â Eleanor quickly scribbled down the name and added a side note to find the connection with her and the accident that the brunette was interested in. There was definitely a personal interest involved for the woman, that much was obvious to the officer. âHonestly I'm the wrong person to ask that. Did you try filing an appeal?â
Her knowledge of the case was too slim to help the woman and that bugged her more than she liked. Maybe she was reading too much into it but she wanted to be able to do more than give her the run-around. Â
âYou know what? I can take a look at the files in the archive and maybe there's something in there that wasn't released to the public?â There would be nothing wrong with looking at a few old files, she told herself.
âSo far itâs been fun living with them. I just hope it goes from being fun to being more troublesome,â Abbey said thoughtfully. The last thing she wanted was to upset her room mates. With the house being so big though, that seemed near impossible. It was easy to avoid someone if they wanted to be left alone.
âOh well uh,â Abbey said not sure how to answer the officer. Morally, she felt she had an obligation to tell her. But she hadnât gone back yet. She wanted to do research. Besides, what if they were always moving location? Sheâd look silly if she told them where it was and it was gone. Not only that, but she wasnât sure if she could find it on her own again or not. âItâs for a school project,â she lied. âItâs about secret gangs and hidden fight clubs, things like that. Thatâs why Iâm asking.â
âTo being more troublesome?â Eleanor's eyebrows rose in surprise but then she shrugged. âWell I can tell you a way of how you get the police to show up.â She leaned forward as if she was telling the younger woman a secret. âThrow a party, get arrested and leave your new flatmates to tend to the mess.â The brunette wasn't serious at all with her suggestion but it wouldn't be the first time in her time as an officer that she'd had to disrupt a party that had spiralled out of control.
âAha. A school project.â There was a distinct note in her reply that made it obvious that she wasn't going to be easily convinced of the blonde's reply. While she wasn't going to pry usually, she felt that there was more to the story than Abbey let on and if there truly was something like an underground fight ring then the police needed to start investigating it. âI'm sorry but I can't tell you much. Maybe ask one of my older collegues, they might know more.â
She smiled as the girl agreed that the place wasnât so bad after all and at the mention of sighs she raised an eyebrow, âthere are sights?â she asked. Jemma didnât know what Crowns had to offer but it seemed like the other girl did.
âYeah totally! Including this masterpiece behind you.â Eleanor couldn't muster an honest reply to that question albeit it being an innocent one. âNo but really there isn't that much to see. Maybe Guinness Zoo or Liberty Garden. I definitely like the latter one.â During the summer it was her favourite spot to just hang out and watch the blooming beauty unfold for an hour before moving on with the rest of the day.
Common Ground | Wren & Ela
It was unusual that Eleanor had the early shift at the station. While she never turned up outright late, she usually came earlier than she had to and left later than she needed to. Today though work was scarce and even the heap of unfinished paperwork accumulated over the weeks, where the place had seemed to burst up in flames, had diminished to a manageable pile. The brunetteâs lunch so far had only been an apple and she was starving, so she clocked out on time for the first day in maybe a month.
While half-arsing a report on the vandalism of a wall with a horrendous graffiti, she had gone through her dinner options in her head. She could get some groceries to fill up her empty fridge and cupboards but if she was being completely honest with herself then she didnât feel like pushing a cart around the supermarket and fill it with things that she might now even use before their due date anyway.
When she stepped through the door to 3Zâs the smell of warm, delicious food made her stomach growl.The need for food drove her to a seat at the back from where she could look through the entire room, where she plunged down and waited for someone to take her order. Before at work she had a quick look at the menu of the place online â everything seemed to have a website nowadays â and already decided what she would have, so she didn't have to take another peek at the card. Her watchful eyes studied the other people inside but there wasn't anyone that she recognised. That was until she looked to find a familiar young man standing in front of her, ready to take her order.
âHello again.â
She smiled too as the girl laughed, of course it seemed like a ridiculous choice but Jemma wasnât about to lay her heart on the ground and tell this woman her life story. âWell, if youâve never left then it canât be that bad,â she countered, so far it seemed like the Crowns was just shrouded in mystery and that just made Jemma all the more intrigued.
âIt's not.â She agreed enjoying the light atmosphere of the conversation. âDid you get settled in well? Seen some of the sights?â Not that there were many â or any â landmarks in Crowns that one needed to see. It was better to not have tourists overrun the town when it was very keen on keeping their secrets exactly that.
Jemma was relieved when the girl didnât question her accent, it was never an easy thing for her to explain, âIâm not entirely sure, just wanted to get out of the small town, and this seemed like a good enough place as any,â she attempted to explain. Her backstory wasnât one that Jemma really liked to discuss so she tried to wave off the question as best she could.
âAnd you choose Crowns for that?â Eleanor laughed. There was a reason she still lived in Crowns but she wouldn't describe it as the bustling center of the world. She knew that if she were to move somewhere else it would be the biggest city that would take her â somewhere were she could loose herself in the crowds. âNo offence of course. I was born here and never lived anywhere else.â If you didnât count the half year in Europe, she added silently.Â
She was relieved when the girl seemed to undestand the sarcasm âItâs no problem,â Jemma replied, glad that the girls anger had disappaited. At the mention of what brought her to the Crowns she smiled again, âI actually grew up not far from here, just outside of the Crowns,â she admitted, sure her accent made that seem like a lie, but it was one of Jemmaâs few truths.
Eleanor was surprised to hear that but there were a lot of other reasons why someone had an accent so she didn't dwell on the revelation. âI wouldn't have guessed. That's interesting!â She smiled back at the other woman. âWhat made you move here then?â
Jemma was surprised at the response from the younger girl, obviously her sarcasm hadnât translate, maybe her English accent was to blame. âOh, I was being sarcastic,â she said, looking at the wall, âI mean, they used differenât colours, but thatâs all Iâm getting from it,â she said.
For a moment Eleanor looked dumbstruck at the woman's reply. Then the truth started to slowly sicker through her paralised brain. She started to laugh at her own inability before quickly catching herself. âSorry, that was completely lost on me for a moment. Guess I should be sharper.â Sarcasm usually didn't slip past her that easily but she must've been too scatterbrained to interpret her words properly. Or maybe it had been the accent which was definitely English.
âWhat brings you to Crowns apart from our stellar graffiti art?â
Vincent gave her a blank look before he shook his head. âNo clue. I honestly donât know..Did you want me to help or something? Cause I hardly see whatâs in it for me.â
Eleanor shook her head in disappointment at his reply. What was it with people nowadays that they always expected a reward for things that should be offered for free. âYou could've just said that you don't know anything.â Her tone was cold. âWhy would I ned your help? Crimes usually solve themselves, wouldnât you agree?â
First Strike | Clooney & Ela
Eleanor felt like there was a weight dragging her down. A day of sitting at her desk with the most intense task being to get up to make more coffee had drained her energy. Just when she was going to get some lunch there was an annoying woman on the phone who insisted that her house had been broken, so she had persuaded a colleague to go check it out with her. When they arrived there was no sign of entry nor could the woman recall what had supposedly been stolen. In the end it was a waste of time that didn't further to make the brunette feel more enthusiastic about the day.
Unlikely as it was she managed to clock out exactly when the finger on the clock hit a quarter before nine. She changed back into her civil clothes, put on hat, scarf and coat before heading out of the precinct in the direction of the Angels and Kings bar. There was a small part of doubt on her mind if Clooney would show up like they had agreed upon during their late night meet the previous day. In her free time she had used a page of her notepad to scribble down possible interpretations of why he wouldn't show up. Number one on the list was of course that it was an entirely ridiculous situation anyway. Would she just show up to meet a stranger for a drink whose name she didn't know?
When she entered the bar there was already a lot going on and she had to get on her toes to make sure that the man with the weird accent wasn't there yet. After the cold air on the outside her face felt hot and she longed to rid herself of the warm clothing that she had so dearly cherished on her walk over. She checked her watch and discovered that she had arrived far too early. âDammit.â Her curse got lost in the noise.
At least she hadnât mistaken him for being blind, Kai noted when she asked if heâd seen anything. Smooth, sclera only eyes took in the work once more and decided that yes, Banksy was a lot better than whomever had done this to the poor wall.
âHe isâ Kai murmured, attention flicking back to her- the only indication his eyes had moved being the slight lowering of his lids to look down at her. âNo, sorry. Thereâs a few of these around but Iâve never caught anyone in the act, which annoys my dadâ
He could see, Eleanor decided. Of course it should've been obvious to her from the start because a blind person wouldn't notice that the wall had been spray-painted at all. She wondered why his eyes were mere white orbs but it would be beyond rude to intrude on him with that question, so she moved onto the next detail that caught her interest.
âThat's a shame.â And she just hit a roadblock in her investigation â if you could even classify it as such. âIs your dad police as well?â
A Noight Jog
Clooney raised an eyebrow for just a moment at the invite then grinned warmly despite the chill night air. âSure tâat sounds lovely, but itâs a bit late isnât it? Perhaps we should continue tâis tomorrow?â he hadnât really expected her to take him out for drinks, but he had cooled off a bit and wanted to get moving again, before the chill really set in.
âyou tell me when and where and Oiâll be tâere.â shook his limbs loosening him up.
It didn't came as much of a surprise to Eleanor that he took her up on the invite. Still she returned his grin and nodded. âDefinitely. I'm starting to freeze my ass off.â
She crossed her arms again but this time because she was feeling the cold sneak into her bones. âAt Angels and Kings tomorrow. Around 9 pm.â Eleanor's lips curved upward into a grin and she excused herself with a small bow before stepping back and out of the woods. As soon as she had turned her back on the man who had introduced himself as Clooney, she started to put together the little pieces of information that she possessed of him now. At home she would make herself a hot cup of tea and write it down.
The End.
âIndeed I amâ Andrew said with a comical bow, ââAnd you are right at that. I would be down for painting some sort of Crowns themed mural over it. Though sadly Iâm new and donât know much about the towns historyâ He smiled at the girl, shoving his phone back into his pocket.Â
âWhat about you? Whatâs it like being a cop?â
âYou could write a letter with the suggestion to the Mayor but otherwise I'd have to arrest you for vandalism as well.â She shrugged and her expression suggested guilt over this fact but there was mischief sparkling in her eyes. âHow well would you do in prison?â
âOh you knowâ Eleanor actually loved her job but lately she was more stuck behind the desk and less out in the field like she wanted to. This of course happened when your partner retired and there was no one there to replace him. Cops weren't supposed to patrol on their own if it couldn't be helped. âIt pays the bills and you get to see things you would miss otherwise.â
