#withcameraandpen

[miiirrorbcll]

@withcameraandpen asked: “Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.” (Detective/hacker au where Jack is going overboard tracking someone?)

Extremely Exhausted Starters 

“Ten minutes could easily turn into an hour or two. And we clearly don’t have that kind of time.” He knows that he should be sleeping right now, but no matter how much he wanted to fall asleep, it was safer for everyone involved in this case if he manages to find this dangerous man. He needs to do this. 

“I’m going to be okay a little while longer.” He ensures her. 

[truthoftwohearts]

“I know who did it.” (ok but Kath at some kinda murder mystery party and accusing everyone of being the murderer except the murderer)

@withcameraandpen

Verity raised an eyebrow, barely moving her head to face Katherine. “Who do you think it was this time?”

[carryindabanner]

"Pardon me," said the older man, turning at the sound of Jack arriving. "Your guard let me in. I was hoping I could visit my daughter. She resides at this facility, correct?" He knew a surprise arrival wouldn't earn him any favor--not that there was any who could give it to him. He was a stranger to everyone in this children's shelter, but he'd managed to avoid being clapped with suppressant bracelets so far.

@withcameraandpen

Jack was all smiles, it’d been a really good day for him thus far. And it only got better when he saw this strange man. Parents so rarely came to visit their children, most of these kids were abandoned and he got it, having a super for a child was not something anyone ever prepares you for.

“We’ll find out, we operate th’ only children’s super shelter here so if ya daughter is super then she’s here. What’s her name?”

[smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah-a]

Fallen Brother

Crutchie numbly walked up the steps to Katherine's door. She had been decieved, and she needed to talk to someone... Someone who'd understand. She had the yellow telegram in her free hand.

She shouldn't be afraid. She shouldn't want to run away. But she did. But she rang the doorbell instead.

@withcameraandpen

[dreaminofsantafe-a]

☺

☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep 

@withcameraandpen

Jack looked over to Katherine as she was falling asleep sitting up. Staying long hours at the office investigating often beat down on these two harshly, most especially when no incrimination evidence came up. And half the time, it didn’t. Right now they were waiting for a couple hundred files they would have to dig through to download, and the digging part wasn’t exactly high on either of their agendas at this hour. 

He reached under his desk, pulling out a small blanket he kept in case he had to pull an all night and sleep at his desk, standing and wrapping it around Katherine’s figure. “Want me to wake you when these finish?” He whispered to her. 

[likeclarabo]

@withcameraandpen  ❥

“Anniversary gift.” She smirked, keeping her answer to a minimal. She had heard rumors of a girl reporter before, but never in her life did she think such a thing could be achieved. Yet here the girl was, standing before Bonnie in the flesh - the Katherine Plumber. Though her articles weren’t big and far yet, with running into a person like Bonnie Parker, they might be. “Glad ta know ya aren’t afraid of death, doll. Makes my job a bit easier, don’t ya think?” 

[sweet-medda]

"It’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here…"

@withcameraandpen

Medda was starting to gather her coat and purse when she heard Katherine speak.

“Stay here?” She chuckled to herself. “This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked in snow. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

She began to put on her coat. “Plus, I would hate to intrude on the newlyweds.”

[cleanmarinetrombone]

Welcome Home

@carryindabanner @withcameraandpen

After three years and eight months in that God forsaken hellhole, Wayne thought that coming home would be the best thing he could imagine. Getting to see his wife and children. God, Grady was nearly four by now. But before he could go back to that life, see his family, there was a stop to make first: Santa Fe, New Mexico.

That was where David’s parents lived. His combat partner David Kelly died in Iwo Jima. And Wayne owed it too himself and David to see his parents. He wanted them to know how bravely their son had fought and how proud they would have been of him. So on his way home, he found his way to a small ranch in New Mexico, an older man and woman rocking on the front porch.

“Excuse me,” Wayne said looking at the older couple. “Would you know where I can find the Kellys?”