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I BECAME A COP TO TRY TO BRING A LITTLE JUSTICE TO THIS CITY.     #FORJUSTICE. TOLD BY BRI.

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❝  SO,  how was your gig ?  ❞       /       @dethalstead

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listen to me,   okay?    i was in the army.    3rd battalion,   75th ranger regiment.    my name is jay.    and i know exactly what you’re feeling right now.    YOU WERE TRAINED TO PROTECT,   and that’s what you did.     /     portrayed by jenn !

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erin lindsay, a soft ? more likely than u think 

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❝  DUDE, YOU’RE LOADED. why don’t you just ask for the money ?  ❞       /       @lockwoodspecial

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learncontrol.

              ‘     ––––––––  define  TROUBLE .     ’

❝  YOU REALLY WANNA GET INTO THAT ? just keep your clothes on, kid.  ❞

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❝  YOU’RE OUT LATE. what’re you doing here ?  ❞       /       @wiildfires

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❝  I CAN’T STOP thinking about those girls --------  ❞        /       @dethalstead

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❝  YOU JUST CAN’T STAY out of trouble, can ya ?  ❞       /       @learncontrol

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btw, i just wanna say w/ returning to this muse, i won’t be writing anymore random / unplotted detective - ing threads. i get that erin works for intelligence and solving crimes is her day job, but it gets repetitive ! and boring ! and really sucks away my inspiration / motivation when threads in that vein are the majority of my drafts ! 

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“i didn’t know that moms could be kind. or brave, or unselfish.” i’m crying in the club

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will you share your psd?? it's so freaking pretty !!

omg i didn’t even see this message until now i’M SORRY SLKDGJSG but if you come off anon i’ll share it with you ! i’m pretty selfish with this one ‘cause i still use it on a few of my blogs so i don’t want it to be a free for all just yet xo

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dethalstead.

          “   PRETTY SURE I GOT A pass for that because someone still has to pick up the tab at molly’s.    don’t think i forgot.   ”    glass brandished towards her to make his point,   he turns his attention to the tiles between them.    “   your move first.   ”

❝   MM,   YOU MEAN   the tab that was largely yours?   ❞    she gives him that  ‘  don’t think i forgot  ’ look as she reaches her hand into a bag to draw seven tiles.   it’s after a moment of concentrated study that she chooses her word.   S - M - A - S - H.  

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❝   Y’SEE,  JUST A NICK.     nothing a little bandage can’t fix.   ❞    the dark hue of red that has stained through the sleeve of her shirt certainly doesn’t help to make her argument a convincing one.   not shot,  just shot at -------   and grazed by the bullet she narrowly avoided.   this hardly warrants concern    /    she’s endured much worse.    /   @lachrimose

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dethalstead.

          “   OUCH,   SHE BITES.   ”    hand over heart,   he reaches for one of the bottles,   nudging the other towards her.    it’s extended in a familiar gesture.    “   cheers to me wiping the floor with you?    oh,   and uh  —–  loser buys dinner.   ”

❝   DON’T YOU STILL     owe me dinner from the last bet i won ?   ❞    this game would be incomplete without their volley of banter.   she pulls the bottle into her lap,  twisting off the top.   ❝   hm,  now that i think about it,   i’m pretty sure YOU DO.   ❞

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dethalstead.

          “   I SHOULD PROBABLY TELL YOU  ——-   ”    caps twisted off,   he places bottles on the ground.    it takes a minute to adjust  ;   legs extend outwards,   weight propped on elbow,   torso angled towards the board.    he’s the picture of comfort.    “   they used to call me the scrabble king.   ”

❝   WELL,  AS LONG AS YOU DON’T     start responding to the voices in your head,   you should be okay.   or so i hear.   ❞   focus yields to the cursory glance she directs his way.    hazel hues glint with mirth. 

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dethalstead.

          “   ALRIGHT,   HEY.   ”    smile drops to feign offense only temporarily,   rising from where he was perched on the armrest of her couch to snag the two bottles.    “   look,   if you wanna get your ass kicked?    don’t say i didn’t warn you.   ”

❝   TO THINK I WAS GONNA GO      easy on ya.   game on,  halstead.   ❞    a lifted brow accompanies the challenge,   but her smile makes up for it with an undeniable case of amusement.   she sets up in the center of the room,   legs crossed and box unpacked center to where she expects him.