#sniffingoutdeath

[altarsburning]

@sniffingoutdeath — from bobbi.

that had been.. a night. she had to blow off steam, and she had just planned on getting blackout drunk — never meant to only get half that and end up in bed with a guy who handles a cadaver sniffing dog. it didn’t hurt that he was hot and built like a brick wall, but it’s two in the morning in his bed. he’s asleep when she gets up and pulls the sheet close, trying to find her clothes in the dark. maybe she can sneak out and no one will be the wiser, and she can chalk this up to yet another lousy move on her part.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @sniffingoutdeath sent ---  “Are you hurt?” @ Cassie ))

A few bruises, a few scrapes... Nothing out of the ordinary for a night running the place, then. Sure as hell wasn’t the first time a patron had gotten a little rowdy, a little too forward. Truth be told, Cassie was used to that... and was more worried about the shot glasses and chair that would need replacing  ( damn, how far behind was THAT going to put them? )   than the fresh, swelling bruises she, now, sported. 

It WAS, however, the first time, in a LONG time, that anyone had stepped in like that.  Dark gaze searched across her unexpected savoir’s face, her brows creased for a moment before she shook her head.    “ No, ‘m fine. Clean up’s going t’ be a nightmare, but... “   Shoulders rose in a nonchalant shrug,   “ dangers o’ running a less than... reputable bar, right?  --------- More worried ‘bout y’. Jim’s got a mean swing. Put a hole in th’ bathroom wall last time... sure he didn’t catch y’ with one? I’ve got an ice pack somewhere if y’ need it. And, also... thanks. Fo’ helping me kick him out. “ 

[brooklynislandgirl]

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

Easy as 1, 2, 3 || Accepting

“Jack? Yeah…Jack wasn’t always like dis. Back before she disappeared…he would come home off a tour an’ he’d be so full of life. Dis one time, da four of us… Liz an’ me an’ Panda an’ Jack were havin’ drinks at my d…Da Admiral’s country club. It’s come close t’ sunset, right? An’ every kine is jus’ fancy an’ we look like some Lifetime movie.

“An’ he’s tellin’ us dis story about a convoy truck an’ two canine units challenging each oddah and he’s makin’ it more an’ more elaborate an’ it’s all dese big arm gestures, an ya can see jus’ lookin’ at him, he no small man. Waiter comes by at one point and he no see ‘em…an’ t’rows his arms out wide.

“Catches poor moke righ’ in da chest, an’ he spills his tray…two cosmopolitans an’ a appletini for dese older ladies a couple tables over…all over my braddah’s shirt an’ pants. So Andy smells like a bar exploded, dripping red and violent green like he’s Carrie from dat one Stephen King movie, right?

“Liz an’ I are laughin’… an’ Andy jump up…an Jack looks him dead in da face…no sorry, no try an’ forgive…no. Pushes his chair back….an’ rushes Andy. Right. Off. Da. Patio. An’ straight into da lake.”

She’s laughing so hard that she can’t finish the story, about how they come up out of the water and Andy’s fit to strangle his Ranger friend, and Jack, for his part is telling him he grew up Navy and survived Superman school, he should be used to getting wet. Needless to say, they were invited to leave and not come back without adult supervision, and Beth was the youngest at twenty-something.

But when she starts to catch her breath, she remembers that she hasn’t really seen that Jack in a long time. That Jack had almost completely vanished at the same time Liz had, and it sobers her up again. And for his sake and hers, Beth reaches for another moment.“More recently, like a few months ago…I got him t’ dance. I’m talkin’ full on White-Boy’s-Overbite, Shoppin’ cart. Even da cabbage patch. Oh, oh oh. I t’ink one of da nurses I work with got some video….”

She misses this Jack. And maybe he misses himself, sometimes.

[weaponsdonotweep]

❝ i’m on your side ❞

soft caring sentence compilation // accepting

It was just a bad time and a bad place. Quinn couldn’t be blamed for the turn of events, he’d just been greeting an old friend. But after Allison’s run-in with a bunch of ex-military guns-for-hire who had decided to make her their own personal Operation game, anyone who fit that description sent her in a tailspin. It should have been expected, really. She’d met his friends before, knew their type. Hell, she’d been in the military herself so that should have provided a second thought before she lost it. But all she’d seen was Jack glance at her a second too long before leaning in to say something to the stranger. He’d turned his head to look at her as well and that sharp jawline peaked something in her. 

Next thing the two men knew, Allison’s Glock was trained on both Quinn and his friend, blood pulsing so hard that their shouts were muffled in her ears. They might as well have been yelling at the pavement for all the good it was doing. 

“Stay back!” It took a moment before it sunk in that the shrill, choked up voice that had just screamed a warning came from herself. Quinn’s pal had apparently gotten the warning, hands held up in a gesture of surrender. He, however, had other ideas. 

“Allie? Allie, come on. It’s me. Put the gun down and let’s talk, okay? Just come talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’re–you’re working with them! With him!” He twitches the slightest bit when she gestures towards the other man with the gun, waving it around as if it was a toy or a baton and not a deadly weapon.  If there was anyone who knew about proper gun safety, it was her. Waving it around like a monkey with a banana went against everything she’d been taught. Yet another sign that something was off with Miss Always In Control.

“I’m not. I’m on your side. He’s a friend who I used to work with. He’s not part of the group–,” he didn’t get to finish before she had the gun pointed back at him. 

“He is! He is, I know he is! I remember him! He was there, he-he-he helped cut me open.” Putting words to the memories caused Allison to gasp as images flickered in front of her eyes. Gory pictures of things that would haunt her for years to come. Although it wasn’t pleasant, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, it provided the opportunity for Quinn to safely move closer and directly in front of her. 

“He’s not, I promise. He came with me to help get you out, maybe that’s why you remember him but he wasn’t apart of the group that hurt you. He wouldn’t be alive if he was.” There’s a hardened tone to his last statement, a hint of what had happened while she had been unconscious. It’s distracting enough for him to gently tug the gun out of her hands, tossing it to the side in a show that he wasn’t going to hurt her, and to get it out of her reach. “You could kick my ass if you wanted to, even without a gun. But trust me, Allie. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I promise.” 

It seems stupid, once his words sink in and she finally sees him standing there with his arms open, just waiting for her to choose to turn to him for comfort should she decide to. He had always been her safe place before anything had happened. And he had been the one to sit by her bedside for weeks while her body rebuilt itself and came back to life again. Why, would he all of a sudden betray her? He hadn’t once given her one reason not to trust him. 

Gently she places a quivering hand in his open one, collapsing in his arms when he laces their fingers together. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I-I-I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry….” Quinn holds her tight, shushing her while he holds her tight. 

“It’s gonna be alright. We’ll make it through.”

[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

(closed starter for @sniffingoutdeath)

It was a coincidence - pure and utter chance, that she should find herself back here exactly five years later. Kit still recalled every detail of the case that had brought her to New York, along with the unexpected personal outcome it had brought. Sebastian - this is where she’d met him, fallen for him, married him on some mad, rash impulse. That marriage had not last as long as the investigation had and yet, she’d always hold the name Elizabeth Wright close to her heart.

The woman had disappeared without a trace, nothing could be found. After a month or so, NYPD wanted possible suspect profiles put together, along with an psychological evaluations of those closest to her. Her mentor, James Newell, had been assigned to the task and like the great friend he was, had brought her along for the ride. She’d cut her teeth on interviews and psyche reports, only three months after getting her degree. She was avid back then, for everything and especially work. She’d thrown herself into the case, working stupidly long hours and near-obsessing over every minute detail, all in an effort to prove herself.

Then HE happened. The wedding, the separation, the fall out. And just like that, everything turned to shit. Her work suffered the most, seeing as she turned tail and ran back home.

She had failed Elizabeth Wright . Kit had failed at everything.

It made her sadly reflective as she stared into the store-front window of Neiman Marcus, Hudson Falls, wondering if buying a Bottega Veneta clutch bag could be written off as a valid business expense on her next tax self-certification.

[romxnamoved]

closed. // plotted. // @sniffingoutdeath​

one night stands had never been her thing, though with enough alcohol, she’d do about anything. this was no different. how he charmed her into leaving the bar with him, she still wasn’t quite sure, but she did know she didn’t want to back out of it. he was attractive and it seemed the two of them were lonely. comfort had been what she was seeking through the liquor that soared through her veins. but she was thankful to find comfort in another, even if the two hardly knew each other. 

her head was throbbing as her eyes slowly opened, scanning the room. her body was curled up to his, blankets covering their exposed skin. it should have alarmed her that someone was beside her, considering that never happened. but she was oddly comfortable, though she blamed it on the warmth of his skin. resting her head against his chest, she allowed her eyes to close once more, ignoring the sun creeping through the curtains. it was too early for this. 

bringing her hand up, she sat it against his stomach, lightly shaking him. if he had somewhere to be, she’d rather him leave now, despite her making no effort to move. 

[tinkeringwings-archive]

@sniffingoutdeath

Isabel had had a rather long day. She was opening a new bakery, and it was not going quite as planned. The building was in worse shape than she initially thought. The seller conveniently left out any plumbing issues but had the forethought to cover up any water damage. It wasn’t until they started gutting the space for the back room that they started to notice anything was going on. She and her contractor had been on the phone all morning looking for plumbers who could help them out the last minute. They had a deadline to meet if they were going to make the grand opening. Not to mention, the plumbing renovations were going to set her back a pretty penny. 

She was tired. Isabel wanted nothing more than to take a nice hot bubble bath, cuddle up with a glass or two of wine, and call it a somewhat early night. Somewhere in that, she would order some sort of dinner for herself. She’d been so busy lately. Isabel hadn’t even found a place to live; still living out of her hotel. Thankfully, the hotel was not too far from the bakery. Her walk home was quick. Entering the building, she made a beeline for the elevator. She didn’t even make contact with the lady at the front desk. 

Once on her floor, she kept the same pace getting to her room. Isabel slid her card, but she was met with a red light. With a grunt, she tried again. No dice. 

[rosyxsheen]

@sniffingoutdeath​ Continued from: ... 

       ---- She was amused with his reaction; this one was one of her favorites. Luckily he did laugh at it instead of cringing, even though she didn’t mind if he did. Meno listened to the first line of the joke; already giggling because of his expression. Once he finished it she let out another giggle.     “..Oh my goodness!” Meno managed to say. “it’s really bad but I like it so much!”  it took her another moment to calm down enough to speak normally, “it’s always the bad one that gets me..” She had another pleased smile, finding someone with bad jokes was always a plus on her book.      “..Okay I have another one.” She cleared her throat and kept the smile. “..Did you hear about the two people who stole a calendar?” there was a pause, the corners of her mouth slightly twitched. “ They each got six months. “