-- a world of fragile things

[thedreadedhannah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Head resting on her desk Meritxell was praying for the last few minutes of her shift to go by just a tiny bit faster. Something about Thursdays just dragged on and on, worse than any other day of the week although very few shared her opinion on that. The poor girl was simply much to hyper-active for desk work, being more than apt at the art of speed-reading had entitled her to an extra hours worth of time to sit and doodle on her desk calendar or right down notes in a language and alphabet that only she could decipher. She and her cousin had made up this secret language when they were much younger to keep prying eyes away from all their secret thoughts. Today she had been running test after test on the residue found in a gunshot victim's car, the officers on the scene had been slow to call it a murder and had almost overlooked a few very important details had Meritxell not popped up to annoy the shit out of them. Almost everyone in the precinct had come to dread the appearance of the raven-haired, blue-eyed girl and she knew it. However she adopted a position of ignorance when in their presence and told herself it was probably because most of the men on the force disliked being proved wrong by a girl. Especially a girl that was a 'rookie' cop on top of that. Meritxell could give a flying fart in outer space what those peons thought about her and her attitude, to her they were all washed up and about as passionate about their jobs as they were about their dead relationships with their wives. It never figured in to her thought process that perhaps they were all uncomfortable around her due to the rumors floating around the office about how she'd picked up a girl a week or two ago. For some reason men seemed to take genuine offense when they a beautiful, self-confident woman turned out to bat for a team other than theirs. Well, fuck she batted for both so there was to be no belly-achin'. She sighed and stretched and brushed away the thoughts, once again going through the list of chemicals when she noticed another file had turned up at her desk. Presumably when her head had been down and she'd been lost between being half-asleep and half-awake someone had left it like an offering to the Beast. Her fingers tips flicked it open and she scanned the sheet of paper, "Oh how nice of them to give me the information I asked for." With a snort and a roll of her eyes she wrote a name down on her hand in black ink, glancing back to peek at the phone number listed. This was the guy she had been trying to get a hold of for a few days now and she had decided (against her better judgement) that if he didn't return her call or at least her invitation to the precinct she was gonna hunt his ass down. Now, this man was not in any trouble, Mr. McCall had in fact been very helpful to Sabs' investigation and had helped to be the deciding factor in the tests and directions in which the case was currently going. Rarely did anyone throw Sabine a bone, she was still in that testing stage while the boys decided whether or not they'd let her play with their toys and be apart of their secret club. Picking up the phone she dialed the number once more, ring, ring, ring... No answer. Fuck. In the sweetest voice she could muster she fairly choked on her annoyance as she left her last and final message, "Hey Mr. McCall it is I, the phone gremlin from the Valk Precinct, otherwise known as Sabine. Please contact me at your soonest convenience, I would love to speak to you about the files you gathered for the Wiercrest case. Call the number on the caller I.D. of your cell phone assuming the line I'm calling you on is one. I'll be outside the Precinct for ten minutes before I start making my way around town to find you, thank you and have a nice evening." With a growl of frustration she hung up and stood up, smoothing the black button up shirt and unlocking her top desk drawer to reveal a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and her car keys. Ripping her leather jacket off the back of her chair she stalked out, nodding a goodbye to some of the graveyard shifters as they started slowly trickling in to start their night's work. She took a sudden, veering right off to the side of the building and lit her cigarette standing sentry and hoping that this guy would show. He HAD to be getting the voicemails she had been leaving for him. He HAD to. She was beginning to feel like a jealous girlfriend or creepy stalker but when she wanted to thank someone and they weren't around to be thanked face-to-face...well, that pissed her off a little bit. The dingbat side of her brain just wanted the damn person to take a fucking compliment. Coming from her they were far from a daily occurrence. ((reserved for mr. evan mccall)

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[evan]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! "god damnit!" evan hollered into his pillow as he flipped over onto his other side, hands blindly fumbling over the dirty, trash-ridden table as he searched for the business landline that was somewhere in the vicinity the last time he remembered putting the phone down. this was not the day to be waking his ass up. first of all, he'd just gotten back from a job that had forced him to be awake for more than thirty-six someodd hours. secondly because he was actually asleep. no one knew the sancity of sleep better than evan mccall who, on most occasions, got next to nothing. if he ever did get to sleep between midnight stalks it was always the same nightmare infested flip-fest that had him tossing and turning until his alarm went off. evan was a light sleeper and he was a bad sleeper, not to mention the fact that over the past few months the leather couch he'd had double as a client seat and as a bed was now more like spears against his back. he didn't want anything cushy, he just wanted sleep. this of course was next to impossible when at every possible moment of bad timing, the phone decided to chirp and wake his stupid ass up. could this all be avoided? of course it could, and it could be avoided in many ways. first and foremost evan could have slept upstairs in the adjoining tenant apartment which had gone unused since his boss died there. why didn't he sleep there? uh, his boss died there. the man had been closer to evan than anyone else had gotten in years and he'd conked out dead on the floor some short months after evan had started working for him. he'd seen too much death to go back upstairs and relive it no matter where he stepped. it just didn't work that way. evan's second issue with his lack of sleep was that pestering little she-cop who kept calling him for god only knew what reason. what the hell else could the woman possibly want from him. he'd been an eyewitness with a camera who had given them everything they needed to catch the guy down to license plates, pictures of the crime in progress, shoe prints to scale, etc. what the fuck else did this woman want? a blood type? he didn't have time for this kind of crap. of course he could have just picked up the phone and answered her the first five million times she'd called but frankly if she wasn't a client and if it wasn't some dire emergency, evan wasn't up to talking to anyone. that was just the way the cookie crumbled and this broad needed to get it through her head. but as the answering machine kicked on and the now familiar she-cop's voice trickled into his workplace, it was obvious there was a missed connection there in her brain somewhere. threats from the little lady. find him? well that wouldn't be difficult but honestly that was the last thing evan wanted to deal with right now. sitting up with a groan, evan realized he still had the phone in his hand and chucked it to the other side of the couch. he rubbed his tired, dry eyes, his hand eventually making it to the five o'clock shadow from two days ago as he massaged his face. trying to wake up was a bitch when you were half asleep. "damn woman's gonna be the death of me" he growled as he hefted to his feet, fingers locked around his pillow as he walked across the lobby and stuffed it somewhere in the vicinity of his desk. he picked up a trash can on his way back to the couch and skimmed his arm over the table, just throwing everything in it's path into the trash can which he then placed back beside his desk. there...ready for business. not that he would even be here for business hours. despite his bright and shining demeanor, evan actually was a good guy. hell there was never a doubt about whether or not he was a good guy. the only doubt was whether or not he was someone you could talk to. truthfully he'd been a whole different person before his little family tragedy. he'd smiled. smiled, fuck he'd laughed. he was the kind of guy who had friends over for poker and beer night but still invited their wives or girlfriends so his own wasn't left out. he was the guy you called when your lawnmower had kicked the bucket and you needed to borrow one before your yard turned into a jungle. he had responsibilities but more than that he was a person with emotions and feelings. he had cared about other people. now? now he cared only enough about people to get through a case. he remembered them later on, sure, but he didn't meet up with them for brunch to bathe in thank yous. he was a totally different person now. being alone did that to a person. evan changed his overshirt to the only clean one left hanging in his filing cabinet, slipped on his brown leather jacket, and begrudgingly headed out the door with car keys in tow. if this broad wanted to meet and was desperate enough to bug him at every waking moment for it, she'd get her fucking meeting. it didn't take more than five minutes to get to VPD, mostly because evan's residence was in town and only a short few blocks away. as he parked and got out of his car, evan notice a black haired little vixen smoking at the side of the building. yeah that annoying voice had to be coming from her. he walked up, gaze narrowed at her as he stopped a few yards in front of her. "yeah. i'm here. what in god's name was so important you had to have me drag my ass over here?"

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1,000 WORDS , TAG: HANNAH , OUTFIT , sorry for the delay.

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[thedreadedhannah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] Sabs was just about to that point where you give up for the day when she saw a car pull up in front of the precinct. A mischievous little smile found its way to her lips, the wind carrying a lock of raven hair to hang in front of her eyes. An impatient hand reached up to brush it away, staring hard enough at the vehicle that her blue eyes had come to a squint. Sure enough a dark-haired man exited the vehicle and she watched in amusement as the visibly cranky man's eyes did a quick sweep of the building and found her. Her excitement at having finally won this small battle was carefully contained and she studied his approach with a thoughtful expression as she took one last drag from her cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it under the heel of her shoe. Exhaling a gray plume of smoke from her smiling mouth she allowed a little chuckle to escape. "Sorry, Mr. McCall I'm a bit of an impatient person, I'm sure you noticed from the voicemails I left you." Bright blue eyes see bags under his and figures that perhaps he had not been sleeping well of late and she had probably caught him in the midst of a nap. Sabs had become nosy when he had not answered her phone calls and had gone through his records. Was that a little over the top and maybe the slightest bit illegal? Well, maybe but Meritxell had never been the type to go into any situation without a due amount of research done first. When she had come to the file containing the coroner's report for his girlfriend's death her heart clenched for him in an almost painful fashion. Although tact was a not a strong suit of hers she knew better than to bring anything up about it for risk of a huge blow out. Sunshines, rainbows, and tie-dye bunnies, right? "Well, I have been bothering you non-stop for a reason...I mean, it probably won't wind up being a big deal to you but I just wanted to meet you in person and thank you for those files and those detailed notes. You really helped the case come together." She paused, momentarily flustered as she tucked another loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't like thanking people over the phone, over text, or through email," explaining it probably wasn't helping her not look like a crazily annoying wench but alas, "It's lazy and impersonal but I guess that's what you wanted, right? Or no thanks at all." She cut her eyes at the man in front of her, wondering why he didn't work more closely with the precinct or just join the force entirely. Sabs knew that people that were caught in that vortex of hurt and misery rarely wanted to be pulled out, they would feel that people were trying to change them or that smiling or having a moment free of sorrow was a betrayal to the one they had lost. He seemed to be one of those people, a ghost that moved through life and let all the bad parts of his past follow behind him. Shoving away pity in favor of a resurfacing 'take-charge' attitude she stuck her hand out, figuring that it was worth a shot even if he didn't take it. "Meritxell Sabine Chevalier, nice to finally make your acquaintance." Her mind moved fast, thinking of a better way to thank him then just words. Oh yes, the torture might endure for the poor man because he had made the mistake of giving in to Sabs and once you did that well, hell, there was just no hope for you. Lips pursing in thought she let out an unexpected laugh before proposing her idea, "Hey, how about I take you out for a beer? I could roofie it for you so you can get back to that sleep I seem to have interrupted. My way of an apology for being professionally annoying?" The smile on her face was nearly from ear to ear, blue eyes practically glowing at the prospect of talking this poor man's ear off for half the night. So she wouldn't go on her usual crusade but sometimes a change of plan was a healthy way to learn new things. Hell, she had learned the 'art of war' from Grandma Sylvie and it was time to put it to good use.

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[evan]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! yes he was here and it was damn unfortunate that he needed to be just to suit the needs of some twelve year old with a cardboard cutout of a badge. that was mean. he wasn’t usually one to demean people for their age or occupation, mostly because it wasn’t a common occurrence when he ever even needed to come into contact with others of the human race, but he was awake when he didn’t want to be and that tended to make people cranky. it tended to make evan especially cranky because sleep liked to evade him like some child playing hide and seek in an overcrowded mall with a frustrated mother searching desperately for them. oh yes he was an insomniac. it tended to happen when ever time he closed his eyes he saw his deceased girlfriend back during the days when she used to smile or when he saw his deceased baby girl still swaddled in pink in her white and pink decorated crib. it was hard to function on just about any level when that was what he saw on a day to day basis. after about six years one would have assumed that evan would have gotten over it, or at least that the pain would have dulled, but that wasn’t the case. evan didn’t want to hold onto what had happened but in a way he still did. he couldn’t quite face the reality of the situation. he knew they were dead and he knew that there was nothing that could change that nor could going back in time really do much good, but that didn’t change the fact that no matter what, evan still carried his past around him like a globe-sized chip on his shoulders. could you blame the guy for not letting go? he’d given up his life for those two. well in the beginning he’d only given up his life for his girlfriend but that hadn’t been so hard to do. not when you had a permanently non-approving father who wanted nothing more than to mold you into something you didn’t want to be. ian mccall was no picnic. he’d been trying to mold evan into being the perfect little corporate bunny and when that hadn’t worked he had a second child and did the same to her. poor carson didn’t want to be daddy’s little girl because that came with the pain and misfortune of having to try desperately to please him while at the same time watching every step you ever made to be sure that he was never disappointed. evan knew well what happened when you disappointed daddy dearest. at eighteen he’d really just given his father all he could stand because instead of wanting to join up with his father’s firm and “learn something” evan wanted to run off to a school with his then girlfriend and study something completely different like journalism or something. evan wanted to be anything and everything his father despised. it wasn’t a matter of ‘oh this isn’t what you want me to be? okay then i’ll do it’ it was more or less the fact that what evan chose to do he did so because he loved it and because that wasn’t what ian wanted, he hated it. confusing? probably. but hey that was life growing up for you. but there were reasons why he never went back, even after all that had happened with…her. he didn’t go back even though his mother was his greatest friend and ally. evan had taken to roaming about the country for a good three years before coming back to valkyrie to go to school once again, that he could do, but he could never go back to that place he’d called home again. in all likelihood his father would have said something cruel to him eventually like that his girlfriend had taken her life and the life of their child because she couldn’t stand to be with him anymore or something and evan would have snapped. to save himself from involuntarily killing his own father, evan was forced to never return and honestly though he’d given up his best friend, evan wasn’t all that deprived. he didn’t want to see the pity on his mothers face as she reached out to him and he didn’t want to see the smirk of satisfaction on his father’s face. he just couldn’t take something like that anymore. staying away was the best cure. for all of them. now, if only he could get away from this lady cop. he looked at her dumbfounded as she began to talk about wanting to thank him in person. was she fucking serious? evan was a man with his own business to run and he had to come to her beck and call simply because she couldn’t send him a thank you voicemail or hell even a hallmark card? wait, she woke him up for this? his hand fisted at his side as evan breathed through his nose trying to calm himself down before he said something that would get him cuffed. he didn’t need this added bullshit today and yet here it was in a physical form, nagging him on about some thank you. "you really woke me up for this?” he said with a shake of his head, his hand scrubbing through his hair. "i understand that you may not like it but for the people out there with their own businesses with fucked up hours it’s damn inconsiderate of you to do something like this.” great, now he felt like he was scolding a child. still he took her hand anyways, giving it a little shake before he quickly let go. there was no sense in introducing himself since she obviously knew enough about him to hunt him down had he not shown today. it was obvious with her next few words that she wasn’t going to be letting him alone any time soon. well if that was the case the least he could do was get a free beer or two out of the deal. "suit yourself. but i’m driving.” he said as he eyed her. she was erratic and strange and he didn’t trust her with a moving vehicle. he turned and headed back to his car, sliding into the driver’s seat and cranking the engine. "where we going?” he said, he voice dripping with disinterest. 1,071 WORDS , TAG: HANNAH , OUTFIT , ANY NOTES KEEP IT SHORT!

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