@piltoverbruiser ll From here
Complaining doesn’t help, think on it, blah, blah, blah. The Deputy’s blue eyes rolled as words spilled from her boss’s mouth like an endless stream of bullshit she didn’t particularly care about. She could only assume that the Sheriff was now dragging on and on about her bitching regards the incredibly agonizing car chase they’d set out on. She leaned back in her seat, legs messily crossed and occupying a graceful amount of space in the police duo’s car. Rolling down the window, her hand reached for her pocket, bruised fingers pulling out a lighter, and shortly after, a pack of cigarettes. Smoking was a common way for Vi to sink away into a slightly less irritable state - it helped calm her ever-racing nerves, passed time, and best of all felt pretty goddamn good. Her thumb flicked it open, holding it to the cigarette in her lips, and shortly after the hiss of flint ignition setting tobacco ablaze could be heard. A generous puff of smoke left Vi’s lungs shortly after, the swirls leaving the open window and ascending off into the cold night to be blown away by the air around their speeding car, fingers now gently holding the cigarette as she stared off into the darkness, blue flame no longer reflecting in her eyes. It won’t take long, she said. I’m sure the culprit will show up she said. Bullshit. A couple of beats passed as Caitlyn ran her mouth, and Vi let out a sigh before returning the cigarette to her lips yet again, only to find she’d already smoked through all of it. When the hell did that happen? Whatever, I’ll just light another one. “Listen, Cait,” Vi inhaled mid-sentence “I told you we shoulda just thrown the guy in jail ‘n be done with. But nooo,” Out goes the smoke. She seemed oddly indifferent to the whole chasing thing. “You just had to do the unnecessary protocol bullshit. Then again, what say do I get in this crap.”
♠ - The sheriff didn’t think her partner understood that she didn’t want to be here doing this just as much as she did. What sane person wanted to spend their Saturday afternoon slowly following around town? Certainly not her. And certainly not with the enforcer bitching about it the whole way along. If she continued to speak after she had originally criticized her, it was only to fill the empty silence with her own voice rather than hearing Vi’s.
“It’s the fifth house we’ve seen him stop at.” she commented, parking her car across the street, writing the new address in her notes to refer back to later. They must still have not been noticed if he was still bold enough to be making his deliveries. “Still don’t know what’s in those bags....nothing good, obviously. I don’t think it’s something as simple as Shimmer- I feel like his clients wouldn’t lead them to their houses for that.”
She hoped Vi could gather from those bits of information why she was bothering with this: there wasn’t enough evidence. She didn’t have all the details nor the other unsub she was certain was working with him. “He was faster that time” she added, thinking aloud. Again, she documented this- another piece of paperwork that she’d have to file later in evidence.
“What the hell is he-”
She was cut off mid sentence after she had started the car again, and if she’d had a second to do it she would have turned her head to glare at the officer that obviously wasn’t getting it.
“Shut it” she snapped, voice barely louder than a whisper until she waited for the next time the other car they were after would stop. She’d deal with her when she had the chance. Now was not the time to lose her temper.
Thankfully, their suspect’s next stop was only a few doors over- and the fact that they had gone so long without apparently being spotted was started to make her uneasy. She turned in her seat, sitting in silence until she was sure she had Vi’s attention after she had glared at her for long enough.
“You obviously have no idea - do you?” her fingers tapped on the seat of her car, a fair amount of spite and disappointment mixed in her voice “Sure- I could have done that. Of course I know just as well as you do that where this lowlife deserves to rot for so much as what he did to his last wife. But we don’t know what else we’re missing. We don’t know what we could uncover. I could skip the courts- shove him in jail without a second thought and no one would question. But do you know what starts happening in this town when people bend the rules?”
If Vi at all attempted to shift her gaze she would follow it, not wanting to be ignored as she spoke- even if she had to reach across to grab at her coat.
“How do you think this city got so rotten? Because the higher ups don’t give a toss about protocols. Because it’s easier to cover up crime and death than deal with it. Because they’re too worried about looking good to worry about silly things like protocols. ” she scoffed, only now breaking eye contact as she looked to see if her convict had left the new house yet.
“If you’re so impatient, you’re free to approach one of the other sheriffs here. Who knows- they might listen to you rather than blow your bloody head off letting a piece of ‘Zaunite filth’ come near them.” she spat the last few words in a venomous tone. It had been a long week with little sleep, and all of that was starting to show with how cruelly she spoke to her. She was angry- at her and the world. “But what would I know? You obviously contain much more wisdom than me, don’t you? Maybe you’d do better with those bigoted nitwits than I would.”
