Dez fidgets. She picks at her nails, bounces her leg, stands and paces, reads the flyers on the cork board again, just to sit back down and pick at her nails. She had always said it was an 'ADHD thing', ever since she was in middle school and it began to happen. Only Dezerae knew that they weren't. They were the nervous ticks she'd get whenever she was alone in a building of people in public, namedly people she didn't know. It was the only way she could keep her mind away from all the emotion around her, weighing on her like the ocean weighs on sunken ships in the darkness. Well, Dezerae thinks, I'm not exactly lying. I do have ADHD... Dezerae sighed softly, and picked at her worn, unraveling friendship bracelet, dirty royal blue and scuffed green and fraying brown. It was a poorly made little trinket, but it meant a lot to her. Six years ago, Dezerae had been forced to part with her only childhood friend, the only young man that knew everything about her. Will Graham. Dez feels a pang of deep sorrow and worry, wishing so badly she knew how to contact him. Their bond had been iron, his mind as dark as hers when they let it out. She wondered if Will still carried his friendship bracelet around. Probably not, It was all pink and orange...He's probably thrown it out... Dezerae went to stand and pace, going slower this time while she breathed out a horses sigh. Jack Crawford was supposed to be coming out of his office soon with another colleague so he could get her opinion on a sword wound, recently taken from another Ripper victim. She turned her head just slightly, and everything halted. 10 seconds. Time had slowed down in the Ten seconds that Dezerae first saw the mop of dark brown curls to the electric blue eyes and boyish face she knew was under the scruff. "Will?" She called out, hesitant and hopeful.
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