sheriff-roman:
He was in the middle of soothing a crying Rose Williams when a car alarm started blaring, his car to be exact. Roman turned his head and glared over at the nosy journalist standing just steps away from his car. What the hell was she doing here? “Why don’t you take Rose inside, Deputy Parker?” He tried to give the older woman his best, most reassuring smile, but it came out looking more tense than he’d hoped. “Let me deal with… the car situation. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Mrs. Williams seemed a little shaken at the noise, but she allowed herself to be ushered into her home by the younger deputy.
Roman turned and started walking toward his car, his hand fumbling in his pocked until his fingers grasped the car remote. He pulled the keys out and after a quick glance to make sure he pressed the right button, silenced the alarm. “Ms. Ortega,” he practically sighed her name, as if he were annoyed by it. “How is it that you manage to stumble upon the house of first case I personally attend to? I doubt you have that kind of… luck.” He movement stopped just a step away from her and he stood there, not really trying to be intimidating. In fact, if she could see into his mind she would know his main emotion was eagerness; how he longed to finish this interruption to resume working the potentially supernatural case. “What do you want?” he asked abruptly.
Raquel flashed the Sheriff a faux-apologetic smile. “It’s not a crime to be a curious citizen,” she said, tucking her pen behind her ear. “Don’t you wish people got more involved in their community, Sheriff? Create a sense of unity?”
The insincerity dripped from her voice, though she was ( mostly ) teasing; she’d done her research on the area before coming and learned of this new, bewitching Sheriff that captivated everyone with his earnest call to involvement and community. Her own skepticism of law enforcement and politicians aside, it seemed a little too good to be true. “I want to know what’s going on,” she said with a shrug. “Y’know, do my job thoroughly and all of that.”
"Well maybe it should be,” he grumbled. Something about her really set him off and he nearly rolled his eyes as she threw out a line from his campaign time to tease him. “I’m not so sure trolling for crime scenes counts as getting involved with the community. Perhaps if you were here to help Mrs. Williams, but we both know you’re only here for yourself.” Not that he thought there was anything to be done beyond soothing her; Roman didn’t know the first thing about ghosts.
“With what?” he asked, genuinely interested in her motives. “If you want to know about Mrs. Williams, you may just have to interview her yourself later. We cops don’t make a habit of allowing journalists to sit in during our investigations.” He gestured toward the steps in front of the home. “You are free to take a seat here and wait if you’d like.” With Raquel he didn’t feel the need to use even a drop of magic. She seemed like the type to see right through him, and likely it would backfire.
