#sadiesawyer

[setitallaflame]

Closed starter for @sadiesawyer - Lily

The owners of the cafe his sister worked at knew she - and by extension, Thomas - were hard up for cash given how often she willingly took on extra shifts. So when they needed a temporary stage built for a singer that was booked for the weekend, they hired the construction worker, figuring he could use the extra money. And Thomas couldn’t deny that they desperately did, worried about having enough for both rent and food by the end of the month. So he was hard at work, reviewing the measurements he’d already taken with the intent of beginning to assemble the pieces he was able to build ahead of time, when he saw a woman approaching with a drink in hand. He warned her with a polite smile, “You might want to choose a different part of the cafe. Plan is to be as quiet as I can, but I’m putting up a stage for an event this weekend, and it might get a little noisy.”

[birdonawiresara]

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@sadiesawyer

Sara finished tying up the last of the men, dropping him into a heap with the others, glancing over her shoulder as she did, “All right. Well, maybe it’s just the shock of the situation, but most people wouldn’t be so calm right now, which tells me one of two things: your mind is still trying to catch up with what happened, or this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. You know them, and you know why they’re after you. If it’s the latter... I’m going to be calling the cops in, the men are going to be charged, but if you need protection - if you need help, you should stick around and talk to them...” She then made a comment about needing to sit down and, before Sara could help her, was already lowering herself onto a bench. She slowly approached her, not wanting her to feel threatened after everything that had already occurred, commenting, “You don’t have to be. When I put a call into the police, I can tell them you’re here. That you’re hurt. ...Or if you don’t want them involved, I can make sure you get to the ER.” She couldn’t go in with her - for obvious reasons - but she didn’t want to leave her alone like this. “...The Canary. What’s your name?”

[halliwellauto]

@sadiesawyer sent "I think the killer is a woman."

Aiden looked over the pictures in front of her before sighing. "Yeah, I think you're right." she studied all the crime scene photos. "It could explain a lot. Why they didn't take anything from him and why the gun was just thrown close by." it was a messy job but the amount of bullets that man took. it had be a personal thing and not some random robbery gone wrong. She pointed to the picture of the man. "From what I could read from his file, he was married for fifteen years before he left his wife." She went over to the information that was given to her by people who knew him. "He wasn't a nice guy from the sounds of it. He was currently taking his ex to court to get full custody of their kids. He was known to be a real asshole to them and her. Though because he came from money, he had better lawyers. from what I can tell, it was not going good."

[huntresscaraquinn]

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Cara’s eyes widened as Sadie described what happened, as she spoke of a man she intended on questioning who attacked her before she could even get a real word out. However, when she blamed herself, Cara shook her head, “You’re human. I mean, I can’t - I can’t imagine doing a job like yours, but... Even if you’re on high alert all the time, there’s bound to be days like that.” Which she hated, especially the fact that Sadie was dealing with a concussion and bruised ribs - it was awful. But the most she could offer was, “Can I get you some ice? And maybe a cuppa?” As for getting in a few good blows of her own, as much as the whole idea of fighting someone off still twisted her stomach into knots, she tried to follow Sadie’s lead and offered a small smile in return, “I’ve no doubt. My guess is he’s nursing injuries of his own along with his wounded pride.”

[timeguardians]

"Did they lock you in here?" (Nancy)

The freezer is PERILOUSLY FRIGID. A fact that seems hopelessly entombed in Nancy Drew's bones even as she shiveringly crouches beside an injured Frank Hardy. The cornered burly suspect had intended the blow for her, but that STUBBORN menace of a boy interceded on her behalf. It was FOOLISH. So damnably FOOLISH, that she intended to lecture him at LENGTH. That is, provided they SURVIVE this mess.

"Come on, Frank. Stay with me." The Strawberry blonde mutters, draping her only coat over his quivering figure. Her stiffened fingers cradle his handsome face as she studies the steady rise and fall of his chest. He's still ALIVE!!! A surge of reassurance pushes through Nancy's veins. Settling with that realization, she returns once more to render a valid escape plan. Fenton would never forgive her if she was the cause of death for his eldest boy.

For over an hour, Nancy tries with a sense of desperation to unjam the fail-safe door. Their murder suspect must have blocked it. With battered and raw hands, she continues the ceaseless rapping on the door. "H--- He---HELP!!!" She rasps. Her usually pleasant voice crumbles, grating, much like the texture of an old town back road. "H-- help!" She persists though the chord of her voice is growing more fragile with every beckoning.

Thankfully, she reminds herself that she left a note for Sadie explaining that she and Frank were going to Le Bistro De Pari in order to confront Brugo Delefant (the murder suspect) in hopes of gaining a confession. Unfortunately, all of her plans went OFF the rails. Brugo happened to have there heavy weight bodyguards. Now, Frank was hurt, and she is being forced to play a dangerous waiting game.

Precious moments seem to tick by so gradually, its a question as to IF they're really passing at all. Her strength is rapidly waning. It is replaced with a NUMB almost a thousand fathoms deep. The only thing that snaps Drew from her RESIGNATION to an ugly FATE, is the COMFORTING sound of Sadie's VOICE.

Tired eyes flicker upwards. "Frank. He-- he ne-- needs help!!!" Nan stiffly mutters. His health and safety taking prescident over answering Sadie's inquiry. Then she swallows down harshly. "Brugo Delefant did this---be--be--because - he's--- is-- g---u---guilty."

"O-- once I -- I thaw I want to help you n--n-nail him."

[ghostofaformerself]

SAWYER, SADIE ( @sadiesawyer ) is a person of interest

     SHE'S WORKED WITH THE BAU BEFORE, though mostly before she started with the philadelphia field office. rayne hasn't worked a case with them in years, but it's no surprise she is now.

     the conference room has been occupied since the wee hours of the morning, and rayne has been there the entire time. she's familiarizing herself with all aspects of the case; rayne is someone who likes to be prepared, and often times she finds it easier to do when no one else is around.

[pantslessoptimism-moved]

@sadiesawyer​ asked: "I apologize for calling you at this late hour."

     “Hey, it’s okay,” she responded groggily, trying to get herself awake as she moved to sit up. She switched her phone from one ear to the other as she glanced at the time; it was late, but she was sure she had called her friend later than that on her more wild days. 

     “You okay?”

[abbyissharp]

@sadiesawyer || continued from x

Sadie's eyes widened as Abby held up the cookies. "Oh my goodness, you're the best friend ever" Sadie said. "Come in, come in." A bit obsessed with her looks, chocolate chip cookies were one of the few things Sadie indulged on in a semi-frequent basis. And since finals were coming up, she really needed some now.

"I need a break to unwind, eat a few cookies, talk" she said. "What's up? How's the finals studying going for you?" Sadie asked as she opened the cookies and took a couple out and passed the container back to Abby.

Abby had figured Sadie would need a break. She did too. She’d retreated to the spare bedroom at hers and Eli’s apartment and hadn’t come up for air except to go to class to take said finals. Abby took the container back, but she didn’t take them. She’d gotten them for Sadie after all. 

“Eli threatened to take my laptop and books from me if I didn’t take a break. I’ll let you figure out how it’s going. How’s it going for you?”