You Know My Name

Tales as old as time and deep as the soul. There are people here who are not what they seem and people who are exactly what you'd expect. Good luck figuring it out. Multi-muse/verse/fandom rp blog See about, guide and characters pages for more information.

[veilsofavalon]

A handfasting is an old Pagan custom, dating back to the time of the ancient Celts. A handfasting was originally more like an engagement period, where two people would declare a binding union between themselves for a year and a day. The original handfasting was a trial marriage. It gave the couple the chance to see if they could survive marriage to each other. After a year goes by (a handfasting was once believed to last a year and a day), the couple could either split as if they had never been married or could decide to enter permanently into marriage.

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

My muse was unexpectedly kidnapped, and was never able to be found. A year later, your muse comes across an old abandoned building, and finds my muse tied up, wounded, and barely alive. What is your muse's reaction?

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah smirked because she knew better. Anyone who was that quick to deny something was full of shit. However, she didn’t press the matter. She liked the idea of making him comfortable around. They’d be spend a good chunk of time together for the forseeable future, after all.

“There!” she exclaimed, somewhat overjoyed with his small change in demeanor. “That, is a beautiful smile. You’re warming up to me. Now we can work on the case!”

[agentjaydenfbi]

His eyes widened and he quickly turned away, already feeling the blood rushing to his face. Even through the modest blushing, his smile did not waver. It seemed to have glued itself to his face, and not in a creepy way. 

“Right, of course; the case.”

Norman almost instinctively put on ARI before remembering that Mariah wouldn’t be able to see the interface. He placed the glasses back on the desk and booted up his computer, making sure to cover the keyboard as he typed in his password. Mariah may be his new partner, but he was still allowed to keep his privacy. Not that there was much on it but notes on previous cases, but still.

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Deciding it was most likely best to ignore his blush and get to work for now, Mariah pulled her tablet from her purse.  This was a nice atmosphere of conversation, and she knew better than to press compliments too far.  Despite how cute he looked when he blushed like that.  She kept all of her case information on the tablet, behind an unhackable lock screen.  She opened it up without putting in a code and scrolled through her latest briefing notes.

“Alrighty,” she stated, “the bodies of six young men turned up in an abandoned meat packing plant in St. Louis, Illinois. Victim’s aged between 25 and 35.  All were found in varying states of decomposition and embalming.  They were arranged at a table, posed.  I think it looks ritual rather than aesthetic, what do you think?”  She passed over her tablet so he could scroll through the pictures.

[silvertons]

Daniel and Vala, Avalon: Part 2

[stacys-mom]

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

“Shallow? Of course, just like my ex-husband. The whole of the FBI could be shoved into that man’s personality flaws,” she cooed, almost bitterly. “Well, maybe not all of the FBI. It may not seem like a big thing to you, but the fact that you decided to be polite instead just doubting my capabilities based on my gender and telling me in so many words to stay in the playpen–it means the world to me.”

Mariah watched him, considering his bearing. “I didn’t mean to pry or make you uncomfortable, Agent Jayden. I just like to know who I’m dealing with. Call it a compulsive tendency.”

[agentjaydenfbi]

Norman didn’t know how to properly react, so he didn’t.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” he responded with a little too much speed. It was a lie. But it was nothing to do with her or her questions; he was just always uncomfortable around others. “I’m just not used to talking about myself. Not a lot of people take the time to get to know me beyond my job.”

He shrugged, giving Mariah a genuine smile. “It’s a nice change.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah smirked because she knew better. Anyone who was that quick to deny something was full of shit. However, she didn't press the matter. She liked the idea of making him comfortable around. They'd be spend a good chunk of time together for the forseeable future, after all.

"There!" she exclaimed, somewhat overjoyed with his small change in demeanor. "That, is a beautiful smile. You're warming up to me. Now we can work on the case!"

[wanderingxstar]

Seether || Izzie and Dean

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Part of Dean felt ashamed.  Izzie was his go to for nearly everything these days.  If he wanted to talk and it wouldn’t put her in danger, he spilled his guts to her on a routine basis.  He could have told her a month ago, when he figured out what his dad had done.  He could have told her the minute he was out of the hospital, called her up like a decent boyfriend.  Honestly, though, was he an actual boyfriend?  He was more of a douche bag; he used her and used her.  Some day, maybe, there would be nothing left of her and he’d be alone again.

“Dad was an idiot,” Dean stated, with a distinct lack of feeling.  “Just a complete…bastard.  And I…”  He could feel it again.  Stupid, fucking tears for this stupid, fucking situation, even though he had no one to blame but himself.  And just…he put his hand over his face.  “I’m just fucking like him.”

[wanderingxstar]

“Babe, you are nothing like your father.”  Izzie was glad that she had succeeded in keeping the utter disgust from her voice.  She had only met John Winchester once, but she had been with Dean long enough to understand what kind of a man his father was.  But this wasn’t about how Izzie felt or what she thought.  This was about Dean and his loss.

And then a thought came over her, causing the color to drain from her face.   Her hand gripped Dean’s like a vise, and when she spoke, her hushed voice had gone up an octave.  “Why are you just like him?  Dean, what did you do?”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

He couldn't hear her, but he couldn't drown her out either. His ears were assaulted by the sharp intent of her words, but her couldn't understand why she would say them. She didn't get it. He was EXACTLY like John Winchester. And wasn't that what he'd always aimed for as a child? Here he was, a fucking progeny, going to Hell, just like the old man.

Dean stopped that train of thought right there. Deflection, after all, was the easiest way not to have a break down in front of her. He couldn't explain himself. Couldn't go off and tell her how he'd sold his fucking soul and in less than a year he would be dead. He couldn't do that to her. "Just fucking up," he lied easily. "Letting my anger get the best of me...fuck! I'm sorry." She could never know the truth of what he was apologizing for.

"Look, maybe I should just go," he went on defensively, "I already fucked up your night. I'll just take you home and...I'll call you later?"

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

The fact that Jayden could be flustered gave Mariah some considerable satisfaction. From what she’s heard of the man, he was fairly stoic and reserved. It now felt like her mission to get under his skin. He fascinated her, in that she had yet to meet a man so closed off. His standoffish attitude attracted her like a fly to sweets.

She laughed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. “Not exactly,” she admitted. Her lips curled in a stunning smile, the edge of her teeth showing beneath her lip. “I just…I’m not used to men…looking me in the eyes, if you know what I mean. Particularly not in this profession. You haven’t leered at my chest since you walked in. If you’re not gay, then either I’m aging a lot faster than I thought, or…are you ace, then?”

[agentjaydenfbi]

“You must know some really shallow people; I was only being polite.”

That was a strange question. He’d never really thought about it. When Norman looked at a person, he saw either a face, a name or a profile. Sure, there were people he preferred to be around and those who he’d rather not. But never had he really thought of anyone in that regard.

Throughout his schooling it was always assignments, studying, scheduling, organising. Even now it was the same, except instead of assignments and studying he focused on the case or prepared for the next. The only relationship Norman ever had was his marriage with his work.

“I, uh, haven’t thought about it. Too busy worrying about other things. That… probably answers your question, actually; I suppose I am.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

"Shallow? Of course, just like my ex-husband. The whole of the FBI could be shoved into that man's personality flaws," she cooed, almost bitterly. "Well, maybe not all of the FBI. It may not seem like a big thing to you, but the fact that you decided to be polite instead just doubting my capabilities based on my gender and telling me in so many words to stay in the playpen--it means the world to me."

Mariah watched him, considering his bearing. "I didn't mean to pry or make you uncomfortable, Agent Jayden. I just like to know who I'm dealing with. Call it a compulsive tendency."

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah just smiled, finding his naivete endearing.  “You really think that I would benefit from reporting the Executive Assistant Director of Criminal Justice to HR?  I’m fairly certain he is HR for this department.”  Sitting down, she watched him rearrange his desk with compulsive movements.  When she saw the glasses, her eyes lit up just slightly.

That’s ARI, she thought.  Aside from the name and some unclear reports, she didn’t know much about the program.  It was all very hush hush while it was in the prototype stage, but it looked like it was ready to be field tested.  “That’s exciting.  I like fresh meat,” she told him, trying not to be too obvious in her innuendo.  “Are you gay?”

[agentjaydenfbi]

“Climb higher up the ladder then. Tell some of those legal guys. There’s always some one you can report to for such behavior.” Norman shrugged, fiddling with the glasses. It really wasn’t his concern so he had no idea why he was so insistent on helping. It was just a habit of his that he had no real control over.

Although he was utterly oblivious to the innuendo, the question came as a bit of a shock. He turned his head to face her. “N-no… Do I really give off that impression?”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

The fact that Jayden could be flustered gave Mariah some considerable satisfaction. From what she's heard of the man, he was fairly stoic and reserved. It now felt like her mission to get under his skin. He fascinated her, in that she had yet to meet a man so closed off. His standoffish attitude attracted her like a fly to sweets.

She laughed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "Not exactly," she admitted. Her lips curled in a stunning smile, the edge of her teeth showing beneath her lip. "I just...I'm not used to men...looking me in the eyes, if you know what I mean. Particularly not in this profession. You haven't leered at my chest since you walked in. If you're not gay, then either I'm aging a lot faster than I thought, or...are you ace, then?"

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah grinned at the compulsive way he rearranged his desk. It gave him a bit of a kicked-puppy allure. Like he was obviously offended, but didn’t have it in him to complain about her behavior. Note to self: responds very well to compliments, she thought to herself.

“People are rude because you’re different,” she said, “you know how to do your job and aren’t going to hide it for modesty’s sake. I appreciate that.” Dragging over a chair from the corner, Mariah sat beside him, watching his movements intently.

“Honestly? I’m from Administration,” she confided. “The powers that be stuck me they while they tried to decide what to do with me. I wasn’t ‘Criminal Justice material’ because the director couldn’t keep his eyes off my legs. That was the last time I wore a skirt, I’ll tell you what. What about you? Fresh from Quantico?”

[agentjaydenfbi]

That doesn’t give them the right to be rude, Norman thought. He didn’t speak it though, as Mariah most likely knew that, and was only trying to bring some positive light to the situation. He didn’t want to piss her off by pointlessly complaining.

He gave her a quick side glance as she pulled a chair over. “You should probably file a complaint.” Norman finished lining up his belongings and pulled out the ARI, placing the glasses on the desk and putting the glove on. “If by fresh, you mean within the past few months, yes. I’ve been here for about 3 months now.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah just smiled, finding his naivete endearing.  “You really think that I would benefit from reporting the Executive Assistant Director of Criminal Justice to HR?  I’m fairly certain he is HR for this department.”  Sitting down, she watched him rearrange his desk with compulsive movements.  When she saw the glasses, her eyes lit up just slightly.

That’s ARI, she thought.  Aside from the name and some unclear reports, she didn’t know much about the program.  It was all very hush hush while it was in the prototype stage, but it looked like it was ready to be field tested.  “That’s exciting.  I like fresh meat,” she told him, trying not to be too obvious in her innuendo.  “Are you gay?”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Private Parts || Izzie and Dean

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Without her by his side, standing was proving a great challenge.  He barely made it to the couch before he fell back into the cushions.  He wanted her to stay with him, a beacon of the fact that this was real.  She gave him something to hold onto so that reality wouldn’t start to slip away again.  Every time he closed his eyes he was back there–he could hear the screams, smell the burning blood.  He started to feel his flesh being filleted from his bones.  He shot forward, feeling his arms for lacerations that weren’t there.  “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, holding his head in his hands.  

It occurred to him a few hundred miles back that maybe he wasn’t real, or than maybe he was just a confused monster wearing the face of Dean Winchester.  He’d sliced his skin open with a silver knife and dumped holy water onto his head.  So far as he could tell, he was human.  Now if only he could feel that way.  Rolling up his sleeve, he looked at the scabbing, sloppy cut he’d made and pressed his thumb into it.  In Hell, the pain had been the only true, real thing.  Here, the same principle stood.  Dean pressed against the cut, letting his eyes fall closed and learning to differentiate the pain he was feeling right in that moment from the fucked up shit in his head.  It helped a little.

[wanderingxstar]

Alone for the moment, Izzie tried to make sense of the clusterfuck that was her emotions.  She thought he’d left her.  Entertained the idea that he might have even died.  She had started to get over him, and was making great progress…and now, Dean just shows up out of the blue, his demeanor causing Izzie to think that he needed her.  As she poured blue cheese dressing into a small bowl, she wondered what had happened to him, and how much to tell him of what she was feeling.

She brought the plate of wings out to the living room, a bottle of JD and a shot glass in her other hand.  Upon seeing Dean seated on the couch, she stopped for a moment and watched him, wondering at how right it seemed for him to be there.  And then he rolled up his sleeve, and what she saw made her blood run cold.  “Jesus H. Fuck, what the hell did you do,” she asked as she made her way over to him.

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Dean looked up, half dazed. He honestly didn't hear her until she spoke, and now he was shoving his shirt down like he needed to hide a dirty secret. In a way, he did, but that wasn't about his arm--at least, not entirely. He gripped the wound through his shirt instinctively, casting his gaze down to the floor."it's nothing," he said, "just a scratch. He felt like he was lying, like it ran deeper than that. He'd opened a vein and was bleeding out on her floor by the look on her face.

"So wings?" He said in an attempt to change the subject. Anything else she could possibly ask, he'd answer, but not when it came to his pain. He deserved pain, needed it. He needed penance. She couldn't understand. "I feel like I haven't eaten in months."

[crocomire-deactivated20151208]

do actors get boners while making sex scenes this is one of the things i’ve wondered my whole life

[missingdinosaur-deactivated2013]

Idk if you actually care for the answer, but they have to put their dicks in little sleeves that attach to the leg so if they get a boner it just get held down.

[princekarkat]

that sounds like a garment that should be sold everywhere and considered polite if not mandatory to wear, like bras

[sassyhiddles-deactivated2016031]

Omg I can’t

[mr-dilliams]

As a guy I second this.

[microbewrangler]

If I have to wear a titty sling because there might be an event where it becomes chilly and my nip noops become visible through my shirt, people who have a peenor should be expected to wear a peenor sling in case there is an event where a gentle breeze occurs and their peenor becomes erect.

[naamahdarling]

I kind of feel like if we’re gonna do that we should go all-out and they should be IMPOSSIBLE to size, VERY expensive, flimsy, and made of uncomfortable, itchy materials.

[chadjesus]

And the little ones should have cute designs but the big ones only come in white,black, and tan

[daftpunk-delorean]

and there should be a company that sells them called Victor’s Secret, that has uncomfortably large, close-up photos of enormously-endowed male “angels” stuffed into their gorgeous little pouches spread all over every mall and TV channel, which changes societal expectations on penis size as a whole, so that men who don’t have incredibly large penises feel impossibly inadequate and feel compelled to make up for it by spending a fortune on overpriced penis pouches as a way of compensating.

Then Victor’s Secret should be sure not to actually carry any of these garments in the sizes that they advertise, so that only modestly-endowed men have the privilege of being seen in the shop, which is the type of place that simultaneously clamors for huge dicks, but refuses to cater to them in any way, leaving everyone involved vaguely uncomfortable and slightly ashamed.

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Lust is In Cages Till Storm Breaks Loose ||  Dizzie Stripper!AU

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Honest to fucking Christ, you could see the hearts in Dean’s eyes.  He was in love, this had to be what it felt like.  This was the thing that was missing all these years.  He kissed her again, putting his all into it.  He could feel every joint and sinew of him dislodge and change into a new thing, a thing that was made from and nurtured by love.  He wanted to break down into the tiniest thing and nestle inside of her and stay safe and warm.  He also wanted to conquer the world.

When he finally pulled away again, his head swam.  He was a little sick from the alcohol.  With that thought, his high started dripping away.  He was drunk.  Like, more drunk than usual, drunk.  He wasn’t thinking clearly.  In fact, he was familiar with this, heightened emotion and attachment brought on by his inebriated state.  He’d wake up in the morning wondering what he was doing (no he wouldn’t he was in love.)  He take off and break her heart.  He couldn’t do that, not to her, not now.

It was that doubt, that minuscule bit of dark in his eye.  He frowned.  “You know what?  On second thought, maybe we should slow down a bit.”  Carefully, he tugged himself away.

[wanderingxstar]

Still reeling from the kiss, it took Izzie’s mind a second to register what he had said.  And then he was pulling away from her, and she was instantly cold, feeling vulnerable.  Had she done something to put him off?  Was she too willing, too eager?  But…she thought that was what he wanted.  Stupid, she thought, wrapping her arms around her torso.  So fucking stupid.  Despite her thoughts, she smiled, lifting a shoulder in a shrug.

“Is everything alright,” she heard herself ask.  Something had clouded Dean’s eyes; that spark that had ignited behind them just a second ago was gone, and if Izzie hadn’t seen it herself, she would have said that it was never there to begin with.  What could have changed his mind so quickly?

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

No, everything was very much not alright. Dean could imagine tomorrow, seeing her on stage again, or just around. He could felt the awkward glances, the hurt on her face. Every tear yet to come, every painful word exchanged that he was usually too drunk or strung out to hear; he couldn't handle that, not with Lola. This had been a bad idea. Most of Dean's ideas were inherently bad, but this one stung because he thought...for once...

"Everything's fine," he lied. Turning away, he picked up his shirt. He flung it over his shoulder and hazard a glance at her. "It's just...you don't...you don't want me."

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah could see everything, like reading a book. She had always liked people, the way that an artist liked clay. The ability to manipulate and form someone’s opinion of her, and in some ways control actions. That was her art form. She hadn’t yet had the chance to try her skills on a killer’s mind, but at least the other agents were easy targets.

Except for Agent Norman Jayden, apparently. Mariah could read him like the news, but didn’t react the way she thought he would. Usually, if she showed on some guy’s desk with her hair down and red lipstick on, he would be eating out of her hands in a few moments–give or take a few buttons undone on her blouse. Jayden barely even looked at her, and not in that “I don’t know how to talk to boobs” kind of way.

Sliding off the desk, Mariah adjusted her jacket and stepped aside. “I would say better than me,” she told him, “and I’m not the most modest person. You’re scores and accumulated profiles have earned you quoted the reputation. Honestly, Jayden, I’m glad to be working with you. And that you didn’t turn out to be just like everyone else.”

[agentjaydenfbi]

“Thank you for the uh…” He cleared his throat. “Compliment. It’s nice to have someone who is not a total ass as my partner. Even with a supposed ‘reputation’, people are still rude.”

Norman sat down in his seat and began rearranging his belongings back into their appropriate place. It put him at peace.

“What about you? What department d’you come from?”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah grinned at the compulsive way he rearranged his desk. It gave him a bit of a kicked-puppy allure. Like he was obviously offended, but didn't have it in him to complain about her behavior. Note to self: responds very well to compliments, she thought to herself.

"People are rude because you're different," she said, "you know how to do your job and aren't going to hide it for modesty's sake. I appreciate that." Dragging over a chair from the corner, Mariah sat beside him, watching his movements intently.

"Honestly? I'm from Administration," she confided. "The powers that be stuck me they while they tried to decide what to do with me. I wasn't 'Criminal Justice material' because the director couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. That was the last time I wore a skirt, I'll tell you what. What about you? Fresh from Quantico?"

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah’s smile widened just a little.  Oh, he’s adorable.  She had honestly never met an agent so seemingly shy.  Now, she was prepared to like this assignment a little more.

“Woah, hold on there, speedy,” she said, reclining a little on his desk.  She looked him up and down quickly, avoiding anything lewd that could be construed as inappropriate, but she got what she was looking for.  He was so guarded, and yet he couldn’t hide from her quick eyes.

“What’s the rush?  Let’s get to know each other a little better.”  Drawing her purse to her side, she pulled out a compact mirror and checked her eyeliner.

“For instance, you could tell me how you got to the title of best new profiler in the department.”

[agentjaydenfbi]

Norman watched her grow comfortable on his desk and felt a little annoyed. He hadn’t noticed that Mariah was sitting on his desk, and it agitated him that she’d moved some of his belongings. He spent time and effort organising his desk. 

He flinched at being referred to as the ‘best new profiler’, the agitation fading away and being rapidly replaced by modesty.

“I wouldn’t say best,” he said, face turning red. “I just like to get the job done quick and well.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah could see everything, like reading a book. She had always liked people, the way that an artist liked clay. The ability to manipulate and form someone's opinion of her, and in some ways control actions. That was her art form. She hadn't yet had the chance to try her skills on a killer's mind, but at least the other agents were easy targets.

Except for Agent Norman Jayden, apparently. Mariah could read him like the news, but didn't react the way she thought he would. Usually, if she showed on some guy's desk with her hair down and red lipstick on, he would be eating out of her hands in a few moments--give or take a few buttons undone on her blouse. Jayden barely even looked at her, and not in that "I don't know how to talk to boobs" kind of way.

Sliding off the desk, Mariah adjusted her jacket and stepped aside. "I would say better than me," she told him, "and I'm not the most modest person. You're scores and accumulated profiles have earned you quoted the reputation. Honestly, Jayden, I'm glad to be working with you. And that you didn't turn out to be just like everyone else."

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Her entire life, through Quantico and training, Mariah had been what you’d call a people person.  She had a way with pushing the right buttons to get people to do what she wanted.  When the Executive Assistance Director for Criminal Investigations had assigned her a partner, Mariah was displeased to find her magic wearing off.  She couldn’t get out of it.  She’d batted her eyelashes and undid her top button and even slipped in an innuendo, and yet she was still walking to some asshole’s office ready to sign away her investigatory freedom.

Oh well, she thought. Could be worse.

At least she had the comfort to know that Agent Norman Jayden was relatively new and thus easily manipulated.  She’d test him, just to make sure.

When she arrived at his office, Mariah sat on the desk, pushing aside a few personal items to make herself comfortable.  She crossed her legs and waited.  The moment the door opened, she was prepared to say something generic followed by something flirtatious or rude, just to see where they stood, but then she saw him.

Even though he smiled, even though he looked right at her, right in the eyes, he looked just the way she felt.  Annoyed, anxious and out of place.  She just hid it better.  Finding her smile came a little easier, Mariah extended her hand.

“Mariah Gatsby.  Guilty as charged.  You know, word around the office was you had paralyzed vocal chords, glad to hear that’s not the case.”

[agentjaydenfbi]

His smile wavered, but he tried his best to maintain it.

Great; she already doesn’t like you.

Norman was probably being dramatic, but he’d gotten so used to not being liked that it became customary for him to assume that everyone hated him.

“Oh… Well, I’m not mute, I can assure you.”

He rocked back and forth on his heels. All he wanted to do right now was pull out the ARI and mess around with it, but he had no idea if Mariah was on the testing program. If she wasn’t, he’d look crazy. She’d probably want to send him to a mental hospital.

“So,” he said, extending out the o. “We should probably get to work.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Mariah’s smile widened just a little.  Oh, he’s adorable.  She had honestly never met an agent so seemingly shy.  Now, she was prepared to like this assignment a little more.

“Woah, hold on there, speedy,” she said, reclining a little on his desk.  She looked him up and down quickly, avoiding anything lewd that could be construed as inappropriate, but she got what she was looking for.  He was so guarded, and yet he couldn’t hide from her quick eyes.

“What’s the rush?  Let’s get to know each other a little better.”  Drawing her purse to her side, she pulled out a compact mirror and checked her eyeliner.

“For instance, you could tell me how you got to the title of best new profiler in the department.”

[agentjaydenfbi]

|Partners Till The End|

Norman could not stand still. His nerves were on high alert and the elevator seemed to move slower than ever. It was stupid, he knew. There was no need to get so worked up over it. But no matter what, he couldn’t seem to calm himself down.

He’d been assigned a partner. Norman didn’t get along well with his fellow co-workers, or any one really. He couldn’t help it; he was just naturally awkward. All he could do was wait until he was able to disappear the loneliness of his office. Except now he couldn’t.

I’ve gotta make a good first impression.

The elevator reached his floor after what felt like forever, and he stepped out. He was supposed to meet his new partner in his office. Simple enough. If only he could control the nervous shaking.

Norman stood outside his door and took a deep breath, steadying himself. All he had to do was say hello and introduce himself. Putting a smile on his face, he walked in.

“Hello; Agent Norman Jayden. You must be my new partner.”

[mightyfinelonelypeople-a]

Her entire life, through Quantico and training, Mariah had been what you’d call a people person.  She had a way with pushing the right buttons to get people to do what she wanted.  When the Executive Assistance Director for Criminal Investigations had assigned her a partner, Mariah was displeased to find her magic wearing off.  She couldn’t get out of it.  She’d batted her eyelashes and undid her top button and even slipped in an innuendo, and yet she was still walking to some asshole’s office ready to sign away her investigatory freedom.

Oh well, she thought. Could be worse.

At least she had the comfort to know that Agent Norman Jayden was relatively new and thus easily manipulated.  She’d test him, just to make sure.

When she arrived at his office, Mariah sat on the desk, pushing aside a few personal items to make herself comfortable.  She crossed her legs and waited.  The moment the door opened, she was prepared to say something generic followed by something flirtatious or rude, just to see where they stood, but then she saw him.

Even though he smiled, even though he looked right at her, right in the eyes, he looked just the way she felt.  Annoyed, anxious and out of place.  She just hid it better.  Finding her smile came a little easier, Mariah extended her hand.

“Mariah Gatsby.  Guilty as charged.  You know, word around the office was you had paralyzed vocal chords, glad to hear that’s not the case.”