Post by cam on Jul 18, 2011 21:00:00 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » JOURNEYS OF SOUL. nearly three months. three long ass months since the last time she'd been allowed to step foot into this building. three months since the ground shook and she pulled bodies out from under rubble, breathing or not. three months since she'd taken up her post trying to keep the looting to a bare minimum and had gotten shot while trying to stop someone from robbing a pharmacy. yeah. it had been a long fucking three months. her side still hurt like a motherfuck. with every breath she could feel those dissolving stitches pulling at her skin as it begged to separate. if it hadn't been for those nasty little fuckers she would have been laid out a long time ago. cam wasn't the sit back and relax type. she wasn't the kind of girl to sit around her apartment lounging on her beige leather couch and watching old movies while the people she cared about, the people who needed her at their backs, were out there covering for her mistake. unfortunately for cam it was a mistake much too similar to the way her father had gone. harold mason was a good cop. that's what everyone had been telling her from the moment she'd stepped into that building on her first day of work. harold was this to one person, harold was that to another, harold knew how to celebrate a case closing. blah blah fuckity blah. yeah harold mason was a good cop. he had been one of the best up until his death. now try talking to the family side and see what they thought of him. the reviews certainly wouldn't have been as wonderful then. harold knew how to provide for his family without ever being there for his family. harold was a hard man who didn't know how to appreciate the good things he had in his life. harold was my father by blood but he wasn't my father by spirit. cam grew more and more aware as she'd grown up that the man she was familiar with was actually just one face of the man she'd called her father. there was no denying he was a good man but the fact of the matter was that he was a shoddy husband when it came down to it. he always took his work home with him. he didn't know how to separate the bad from the good when he was at home and there were times when he would just clam up and no one would be able to get anything out of him, not even a glance. he must have had a fun-loving side but he only unleashed it around kindred spirits. at least no one on the force seemed to notice that harold's family had never joined in on the reminiscing when the topic came up. they didn't seem to notice that he was not a hot topic of conversation. they didn't seem to notice that though harold mason had been the absolute hero to the valkyrie police department, that he was a no show in the lives of his family. it was no wonder they were all fucked up. but then things never really did just die with the sins of the father. no, then the mother had to bring it home as well. louis thatcher wasn't a bad man. for a cop the mason kids probably would have expected just another hard, lifeless soul in the house but louis was so different. he was warm, kind, and invested in kids that weren't even his. the man was a wonder and it totally escaped cam why her mother couldn't have fallen for a man like this in the beginning. right, right, we all know already that harold was a saint, but louis was a father. the man came to softball games, he drove a minivan full of squealing girls to the movie theater, he saved up all his vacation days so that everyone could go on a trip to disneyland, and all kinds of things cam's own father could never seem to comes to grips with. in part cam was lucky. she grew up in the shadow of two great cops. the only problem was that the opinions of one of those shadows was just something she couldn't shake. take today for instance as she walked around her apartment getting dressed in actual clothes. she couldn't help but see her father's cold, emotionless eyes as he looked at her with this expression that just said everything he couldn't verbalize. that look that said "you could have done more. you could have done better." because though he died from a bullet when his partner failed him, cam took a bullet because of stupidity. at least that was how harold would have seen things. she'd gone in without backup because the force was spread to thin. the city was mayhem after the earthquake and after spending countless hours downtown working to free screaming people from the rubble she'd taken it upon herself to work a double just to help keep the streets safe that night. she hadn't had a chance to call in the robbery when she'd seen it, hadn't had a chance to call for backup, and since it had only been one person she'd gone in alone, gun drawn. she hadn't known she would have been playing labyrinth with the tousled aisle shelves and she certainly didn't know that the person she'd stumbled on was a big time pharmaceuticals dealer who had been on the narcotic's radar for months, maybe years, all she'd known was that she was doing what she had to with what she knew. that ended up getting her shot. she'd been taking jabs and listening to the guys chirping her for weeks from the sidelines but it was only today that she was being called in for reassignment. getting shot didn't have perks. it came with some pain meds but as far as getting back to work was concerned, it was a damn death sentence. there was no doubt in cam's mind that the filing job she was bound to be strapped with was going to bore her to death. but at least she would be back at work. maybe she'd be lucky enough to get a desk job reviewing files and information. at least then she could sit at her own desk, drink all the coffee she could ever want, and see the guys again. she missed it. all of it. it hadn't taken long to get from her apartment to the station, though it was longer than cam was used to. she lived downtown for a reason, because it was faster, but hey at least the roads were one solid line of asphalt again. she'd remembered broken, fractures pavement and it still stuck out in her mind like a sore thumb. partly because that had been partially to blame for her slow recovery. she'd bled out more so than necessary when it took so long for the ambulance to get to her and then the EMT had been forced to take drastic measures when the bus couldn't get to the hospital fast enough. the hack job had her laid up until now. she was one of those types to just duck tape it and get back to work but even cam couldn't go back in with the damage that had been done. not without some recovery time. she pulled into the parking lot of the station and headed into the building, taking an elevator to the correct homicide floor. she could see the faces turning as she stepped off the elevator, some claps sounding that just got louder as people realized who had walked in. "alright, alright you bastards. get back to work." |
cam walked up to her desk and placed her hands on either side of the little knick-knacks, leaning over until she was nose to nose with the bastard sitting in her chair. "any particular reason why you're warming up my desk newton?"[/b] cam said as she glared at the man. he'd been gunning for her desk for months for some unknown reason and cam was sick of having to tell him to stuff it up his ass. now she was out for a few months and he was just moving on in? the nameplate still had her fucking name on it for christ’s sake. newton cocked an eyebrow at her and opened his mouth to reply but cam didn't give him the chance. "you've been gunning for my desk for weeks now. FUCKING WEEKS. and i'm sick of it. i get shot and you move right the fuck in. GET THE FUCK OUT you little brown nosing weasel!"[/b] she yelled from across the desk, her hands slamming the wood hard and jolting newton out of her seat. "stupid fuckwad."[/b] she spat after him as he walked around her, shrugging off a hand that had grabbed her arm in an effort to calm her down. she looked back at the familiar face with a smirk. "hey what gives. i thought you loved it when i got a little rough. what the hell are you even doing here? get lost?"[/b] she joked as she straightened, moaning a little as the pain in her side really kicked in, a good reminder she needed to take it easy.
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