#chat:desmond

[caitlingrey-cohen]

"God damn it!"

Caitlin swears as she lifts the lid off of a pot of stuffing and a cloud of black smoke hits her in the face. She coughs, sighing as the smoke alarm begins to go off and the baby begins to cry. "Hold on, Christopher, I know, I'm sorry," she calls to the child (as if he'll understand her) while she picks up the pot and tosses it into the sink. She turns on the cold water before quickly walking over and lifting the baby from his high chair. "Looks like there will only be one batch of stuffing," the blonde comments to her husband as she smooths back her son's hair. "Tell me once again: why are we hosting this?"

[caitlingrey-cohen]

“What the hell?”

“Can’t I get a moment of peace?” Caitlin mutters to herself, begrudgingly trailing after a few of her coworkers after they repeatedly insist that she follow them. She’s only just come back from making an arrest, and is not at all prepared to see her husband outside, putting on some sort of spectacle. Pushing to the front of the crowd, Caitlin takes in the scene before speaking up. “What the hell are you doing, Desmond?”

[caitlingrey-cohen]

Henry Storm was easily the last person she'd wanted to see today, or any other day. After her run-in with him, she finds herself dashing down the hallway, in the direction of Desmond's room. She stops before she gets to the door, collecting herself before knocking rapidly. When the door opens, she leans forward wordlessly, her lips pressing to her boyfriend's. It's only after she pulls back and her eyes quickly dart over his face that she gives a flicker of a smile. "Hey."

[caitlingrey-cohen]

...

{She's a clinger. When she wakes due to movement, Caitlin discovers that she has clung onto Desmond. Her head is tucked against his shoulder, arm over his chest, hugged close to reassure her unconscious self that he was still safe. It's when he begins to stir that she wakes quickly, sitting up against the pillows and watching with sleepy eyes, running a hand through her tangled hair.} Is this my cue to get the hell out? {She comments quietly, jokingly, with a quirk of a smile.}

[caitlingrey-cohen]

Des? Desmond?

{Knocking was no easy feat right now. With her arms full of two chocolate milkshakes from a local ice cream shop and precariously stacked action movies, Caitlin doesn't exactly have a free hand. She used the tip of her shoe to knock, then steps back. She needed a distraction. She couldn't stand another second thinking about her brother. So she thought maybe this would suffice. But when the door opens, Caitlin blinks, surprised by the upset on Desmond's face.} I um, I thought we could... I brought you a milkshake. {She tries lamely, unsure how to react to his unhappy expression. Why is he displeased?} Am I interrupting something...?

[caitlingrey-cohen]

What the hell?!

{Caitlin was not happy. Quite frankly, she was trying not to panic.} How irresponsible can you get? {She says as she slams Quinn's apartment door behind herself -- the apartment was empty, and after drunk dialing Caitlin, the redhead was nowhere to be found. Of course, after the blackout causing electronics glitches, Caitlin's cell phone no longer worked. Raking a hand through her hair, Caitlin shakes her head, honest worry on her expression as she looks to her unlikely companion. Des was, quite honestly, the last person Caitlin thought of when she thought 'help during an emergency'. But here he was.} Where would she be?! Why -- why would she go out?! {Suddenly her jaw clenches, voice going lower.} What if someone found her...?

[caitlingrey-cohen]

God.

{Caitlin Grey-Cohen -- or Black, depending upon who you were -- did not get nervous. She ran into dangerous situations, guns a blazing. She was the first to step forward if she disagreed with something. She was brusque, confident, and calm. But not right now. Swallowing hard, Caitlin adjusted how she sat on the bench out front of the restaurant. She glanced up as someone appeared to be approaching her, only to wave to a different party. Caitlin sighed, looking down at her outfit -- nice, but not fancy. She'd be fine. Right? Caitlin inhales deeply, looking down at the menu she'd been given despite the fact that she wasn't at a table yet, deciding if it would be rude to have a glass of wine. Hell, maybe she'd loosen up. Smirking, Caitlin shook her head. Her. Loosen up.} As if. {She mutters to herself}