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Old 02-12-2017 at 02:28 AM
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Cara Blaze Andovea

Giving your heart to someone was always a risk, a gamble with a 50/50 chance of it being handed back to you in pieces, if at all. It had been something Cara had debated more than once since her return.

When her father had died she had watched her mother slowly lose her will to live, her heart unable to take the loss it was something Cara had been forced to come to understand, face and battle with.

When Mark had entered her life she had no idea about the rollercoaster that love would take her on but had she regretted it? The ups the downs, the pain...the fact that it still troubled her or that she still didn't know for sure if Charles worried about it?

It had been in the meeting of Charles that she had been forced to question if she could love again, move on when before him she didn't care if she ever unlocked her heart again. They had both noted when she had finally taken Mark's ring off from around her neck trying to put the past behind but still, he had left.

"Took off for D.C... took the kids... I followed and we tried to make it work but she found someone else and I guess you could say she... lost interest in us. He's a lawyer... so is she... they have more in common I guess... and I was working too much."

Her head came up. It wasn't the first time that Teresa had left him if she remembered correctly. One might have said this should have been a clue, that it had been doomed from the start but... love was love, it was beyond logic or reason, or time.

It was in this understanding that Cara said none of the one-liners: 'You're better off, there are other fish in the sea, it's her loss ect.' instead, all she offered up for words was herself an offer to not go through this alone and to remind him that he wasn't alone.

One might think to dwell on the subject, if given the time but having lingered on it for awhile Cara thought to change it, move on.

"Well I'm not as young as I used to be..."
he said in answer to her question to his health.

"None of us are."

"But I am no more worse for ware."

"Glade to hear it." she smiled feeling Cody moving slightly making her reach down and pat him.

"You know... I have an extra room if you want it... Olivia and Parker have been sharing a room since Teresa left... you are welcome to sleep there until your... boyfriend gets back.. You could do a painting lesson tomorrow if you wanted."


"You wouldn't mind?" she questioned her mind thinking it over. "But just so you know Charles is....h..he hasn't left I....I just thought we both....needed time. I...I couldn't go back to his place and mine, well...." She let out a breath "You wouldn't mind someone bumping around in the middle of the night? Another women in the house or..." Her mind wondered for a second "The rumors it might course?"


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Calvin Booth

Calvin always looked after own. He was fiercely loyal both as a friend and a lover. Perhaps that was why Teresa leaving him had hurt him so much. It had been the first time he had been hurt by his tendency to stand by the people he cared about. When the mine had been hit in the road by the truck in front of them the driver had veered to the right, causing another mine to go off. Calvin and six other men were thrown from both vehicles. He remembered staring at blurry forms in green, coming out of the brush and dragging them away. He wondered momentarily how they knew where the land mines were before he lost consciousness from a blow to the head. He would wake up some time later with a terrible headache and now close. The complete darkness of the underground cell had been disorienting. The wet damp floors smelled of mud and decaying flesh. He had wondered how many people had died there before him. He felt a rat run over his foot and he contemplated how many of them had chewed on his exposed flesh. He learned that the other six men were in there with him. Over the next two months they would starve and torture each of them. Calvin stood up for one of the men that was a special favorite to torture and he had become the favorite for a few weeks. The torture included pounding the bottom of his feet with a hammer until he bones were broken. it was effective in keeping them from fighting back or running away. It was the most intense physical pain that Calvin had ever known.

Yet none of that compared to the emotional pain of the broken heart.

He was grateful for Cara's assurances that she was there for him. Some times friends were the best remedy for getting through times such as these. It was one of the reasons he extended an invitation to Cara to stay the night with him and his kids in the room the used to Teresa's office. it was now completely cleaned out except for a sofa bed that he was certain would be fine for the girl and her dog. It was the least he could do and Calvin wanted to ask her about Mark's disappearance. As her friend he wanted to go back through the casework and make sure that every thing had been done thoroughly. It was the least he could do for a friend. Cara had also asked him about his health and he recalled with some fussiness when he had been diagnosed with swelling around the inner lining of his heart. It had required a series of treatments that had taken him back to the states a few times as well. It had also slowed him down but after returning to the gym and some intense workouts he was able to get back to some level of physical fitness that he could live with and that could help him do his job adequately.

Cara seemed to perk up at the thought of not having to go home alone. He didn't want her to have to wallow in her own loneliness, just like he didn't want to wallow in his. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked, clearly unsure about the offer. She seemed to have some thing on her mind and Calvin wondered what it was. "But just so you know Charles is....h..he hasn't left I....I just thought we both....needed time. I...I couldn't go back to his place and mine, well...." She seemed to sigh and the subtle breath that she let out told him all he needed to know about her feelings of going to her own place. Likely far too many memories of her late, disappeared husband. "You wouldn't mind someone bumping around in the middle of the night? Another women in the house or..." she seemed to have more reservations that Calvin had originally thought. That was alright, he didn't want her to feel obligated ot take the offer. "The rumors it might cause?" She finally and Calvin smiled, he couldn't help it. The girl was almost young enough to be his daughter. Perhaps there would be some people who thought that Calvin would rock the cradle in such a way... as the saying went.

He smiled and stood up. "Look... I don't care if you don't care..." he said, grabbing his coat and draping it over his arm. He came around the desk but didn't get too close, he wasn't sure that he trusted Cara's furry friend yet and he had his fair share of dog bites on the job. "Shall we go... its late and my children are earlier risers..." he told her with a smile. He hoped that Cara wasn't planning on sleeping in. As soon as Parker found out that Cara was there he would want to wake her up immediately. "Shall we go?" he asked, ready to set off his apartment.

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Rebecca Cross


The smell of the station made her sick. Rebecca strummed her fingers along the desks of the main lobby of the Police Station. It brought back many days and long nights. It's funny to think how much good she thought she had been doing back then. That shiny badge she wore she thought had defined who Rebecca Cross was when really, it hid her from the truth. Being here brought a metal taste in her gums. Law enforcement. The good vs. evil battle. There was a big bad world out there with big bad people who take matters into their own hands. The justice system was child's play.

So why was she there?

Rebecca stopped in front of the office of Calvin Booth. Something in her throat that she didn't want to define tightened in her throat. What a dam*n mess. Ex partners was just as dramatic as ex lovers. She had turned her back on the department and her partner. Rebecca Cross shouldn't have even stepped foot in the police station given the stakes of her life at the moment, but she at least owed Calvin the curtesy of telling him she was alive. How entertaining would it be to tell him the war she was bringing into town along with her? It brought a darkness to the whole, 'Hi honey, I'm home.... with a gang of mobsters trailing along with me...'

Sliding into his big chair, she stared at the doorway. She could only imagine how she looked right now. The station ghost. Her face looked like a chew toy and her sweater clung to her small frame. Rebecca Cross the ghost of ex partner past.

She was just there to tell him she was alive. Nothing more. But why did she give a sh*t?
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Calvin Booth

It had been a rough night. Calvin had been called in the early evening to the home of a family that lived on the wealthier side of life… okay the side that Calvin never dreamed he would see. The family had two children. Emphasis on had…. That evening, when the couple had been pulling out of the driveway to go for a night out on the town. Their ten year old daughter and three year old son were supposedly in the house, a neighbor had been instructed to keep an eye on them until they got home in few hours. Calvin understood what that was like, now that he was formally dating Evea he would frequently let Cara take his kids on the weekend so he and Evea could have one night a week to themselves; even if that was just staying at home and enjoying each other’s company. Calvin wasn’t sure if this thing with Evea was going to be long term but he enjoyed her company and the passion that existed between them wasn’t some thing he had felt in a long time. Anyway… as the parents pulled out the driveway they heard a noise. Little did they know until the father got out that they had run over their three year old child. The police had been called immediately and Calvin had been asked specifically to go out, take statements from the family members and do his best to comfort them until other family could arrive from across the city. It had been a draining encounter to the say the least. Calvin had seen many things in his life that had made him feel physically sick but being a parent himself this had almost been too much. He had remained professional and kind, though the words were difficult to find he did the only thing he knew he could do… sit with them until it was time to take the body of their child away, and write down the statements they gave with shocked faces and tear stained cheeks. Now as Calvin pulled back into the precinct he sighed.

He needed a drink.

Climbing out of the car he tried to ignore the sensation that his tie was suffocating him. There were night where he felt like this job was getting to hard for him… or maybe he was just growing soft. Regardless he made his way into the department, asked the front desk that he have a no interruptions for a few minutes and then slipped into his office without turning on a light. The moment he closed the door he loosed his tie and took a full breath, as if the accessory had been choking him. Within that sigh were all the emotions he had felt in the last few hours. The fear of losing a child was raw on his mind as he moved to his mini fridge and pulled out two beers. It was a habit. He always drank with the ghost of his partner after things like this. The amusing thing was he felt as if he could see her this time. Standing there, in the shadows, the lamp on his desk revealing her features just enough that he knew she looked as he always remembered her. “I’m getting to old for this…” he muttered more to himself as he moved with his beer over to his desk, not looking at the ghost of his past. He opened a file, the name Damon Caffrey scribbled across the top. The FBI had called him. They had called him not because they wanted him to be an FBI agent but because they wanted to call one of the military’s best sniper’s out of retirement to take care of someone. The criminal had broken out of prison twice, was accused of killing two government workers; though Calvin had yet to see the proof of that, but he had a rap sheet longer than a child’s wish list at Christmas and that was worth a long drink of his beer as he sat down.

Still the ghost of his partner stood there, staring at him, almost unblinkingly. Calvin hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights because he wanted to sit here with her memory, alone and in the dark. To recall times when, had they gone through some thing like this together they would have gone out for beers and take out. Now Calvin sat her, pathetically… drinking alone. The last time he’d had a day like this he’d gone to the Rouge and then gone home with the Russian dancer Evea Perry… and now they were dating… sort of. It was confusing because after his divorce almost two years ago he was struggling to let himself label the relationship. Nothing good ever came from labeling. He had committed himself to Teresa twice and twice she had all but ruined him emotionally. The fact that she had started sleeping with another man before the divorce was final with no effort to hide it from their two young children was worth another drink of his beer. He glanced up at the ghost of Rebecca again, she still stood there, like a statute, but the look of inexplicable emotion on her face made him wonder… just for a moment… but he quickly shook it off. He’d drove himself crazy before believing that Rebecca had come back. He thought he saw on the street…. Drinking coffee in a cafe… here in his office… far too many times before… but Calvin couldn’t shake the fact that it felt so real. “If I didn’t know any better I would say…” Calvin began but then the phantom of his memories seemed to materializing, taking a step out of the shadows and into the light, her face bruised her clothes disheveled. Her hair looked different somehow and Calvin knew it wasn't a memory.

The cop stood up far too quickly, his eyes narrowing… “Bones…” he began… almost disbelieving… he moved around the desk too quick for her retreat if that was her wish. He lifted a hand slowly, deliberately to her face. “Bones…” the nickname he had given her back in college escaping his lips almost like a whisper...a secret between them. He felt her skin beneath his finger tips but he also felt her stiffen… this was not a ghost… Calvin had to tell himself that he wasn’t losing his mind with the difficulties of the day… that the partner he had loved and adored had come back… though he could tell that she had changed in more ways than he would ever understand. For the longest moment he stood there- they stood there- in complete silence; their face inches apart, one of his hands on her shoulder and the other cradling her bruised face. Then the moment passed and his voice hardened, letting some of the anger come through. “Where the hell have you been?... You didn’t even leave a note…” he said accusingly, as if she were a runaway child. Though to be fair he hadn’t either… they had abandoned each other in the worst possible way… and now here they stood and Calvin wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.


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Rebecca Cross

Two beers. Silently Rebecca smiled in pity. After all this time Calvin couldn't adjust to her being gone. Something in her chest... Wait, no. Something usually would swell in her chest at this moment. Mourning of what once was, sadness for how disheveled he looked and lost, or something- anything. Rebecca Cross felt nothing. That was scary to her, feeling numb. After everything it should have been a present. She should be thankful. D*mn, she really needed that brewski.

When his eyes looked right at her she felt naked. Calvin struggled to make out her figure. He was struggling to even realize she was still there. When he continued with his business Rebecca sighed and took a step into the light. She hated this part. The big reveal. Just like in Jean's apartment. 'Hello, here is my mutilated face but I can't tell you why!' This time her ex partner was seeing her and not her ghost. She swallowed hard as he shot up from behind his desk. He looked worn out. He looked... Well, like her Calvin Booth she always knew. But it wasn't the same.

"Bones..."

Rebecca stiffened at the old nickname, the numbness in her chest beginning to evaporate. He moved in on her slowly, bringing up a soft hand to cradle her cheeks. She held her breath and looked into his eyes. "Bones..." She didn't like that anymore. It reminded her of someone she use to know. A version of herself that was far from the truth. Hiding behind the badge, fighting the bad guys, but hey... a person can't fight genetics.

Then, the normal reaction for her leaving came.

“Where the hell have you been?... You didn’t even leave a note…”

She laughed right in his face and took a step back to get away from his touch. Swiping the second beer from his desk, Rebecca opened the cap using the side of the desk and took a big swig. She helped herself to the edge of his desk and hunched over, taking a sideways gaze at him. "Let's not play the 'where have you been' game, okay?" She murmured, "What's that saying? Payback is a b*tch?" She looked at him challengingly. While they were partners working a case, Calvin had left without saying a word. It was before Jean when someone may say they both were developing feelings for one another. A man and woman that were partners usually did. Came with the territory. But before they could explore anything... poof.

"I didn't come here to fight with you, Calvin." She decided, looking down at her beer and tracing the rim of it wit her finger. "I came to tell you I was back, I'm okay, and to make sure..." Rebecca Cross blinked up at him, "You got my badge I turned in before I left."


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OOC: For Calvin and Noelle. Hooray for a chance for Calvin to do cop things! BIC:

Calvin Booth

Calvin sat with his head in his hands. He was staring down at the paperwork in front of him but not really seeing it. It had been that way for the past three days. Evea had left in a tumult of pain and tears and then returned to confess that she had slept with another man. The mere thought made him clench his fist and pound it on the smooth mahogany. He had explained to Cara that situation and requested that she take the kids for the weekend. He wanted time to think things over and he didn’t want them to see him like this. Parker had already asked why Evea wasn’t coming around anymore and Calvin felt the tightening in his chest, the prick at the back of his eye. Calvin had told his son that Evea was just really busy with work but he knew that he couldn’t continue that excuse for long. Parker was observant and precious for his age, he would figure things out quickly and Calvin would have to tell his son that he and Evea weren’t seeing each other anymore. Some times that just happened. But this was such an odd thing for fate to deal both him and the woman that he thought he might find happiness with. It turned his stomach every time he thought about it.

He shut the file he had been looking at. Damon Caffrey was a lost cause. He’d spent months following leads, some that had led some other FBI agents to believe that he was in Paris. But he hadn’t done anything to draw attention in almost 18 months and that made tracking his movements difficult, if not impossible. While Calvin loathed the idea of his very existence he had to hand it to the guy, the man knew how to disappear off the face of the earth. He rose and picked up his glass of scotch, downing the remnants of his drink in one long swig. He picked up his jacket and tossed it over his shoulder, preparing to go home to his empty apartment where he would likely pour himself another drink and listen to classic rock music that would verbalize the angst he felt better than anything he could ever vocalize. He knew he was pathetic but he didn’t care. He was allowed to be, he wasn’t exactly hitting it out of the park in terms of his love life. He hadn’t even talked to Cara about it, not really, she was so bitter about her own love life that the idea of them wallowing together made him feel the intense urge to college the bottle of scotch from his desk and finish it on the spot. Instead, he walked from his office, turned off the light, and locked the door behind him.

He walked down the hall, waving goodnight to some who were hustling around, dealing with people who were coming in with concerns. Two cops dragged a half drunk man through the hall, he seemed like he could be violent if he had actually been able to stand on his own two feet without help. Calvin shrugged into his jacket as he rounded the corner and then stopped in his tracks when he spotted a red headed woman, standing there, looking both lost and quite distressed. She was calling after an officer who was obviously too busy to help her with whatever she needed. Calvin paused and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her. When he realized that no one was going to come to her aid he let out a sigh and then tried to put on a kind smile, it was his I’m-a-cop-and-I’m-here-to-help smile. He had perfected it over years and years of practice. “Excuse me… do you need help with something? Are you alright?” he asked, the concern in his eyes was genuine. He might be wallowing in the aftermath of a breakup that he hadn’t seen coming, but he could still be professional and he was still a cop, that meant if this woman needed help; he would help her.


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Noelle Girard

Two years…it had been two years since she had had finalized the divorce. It had been two years of complete bliss no longer living in terror or walking on egg shells, wondering when Gaston would snap and hit her again. She had finally started to feel normal again…and then word came that he had been released from prison. She had taken every precaution necessary; new locks, bought a dog, gotten a hand gun….but none of it made her feel any safer. She had known it would only be a matter of time until he came after her again. She had considered leaving Paris for good and going somewhere Gaston would never find her but something in her made her refuse the idea. She was tired of running from him and she would not let him run her out of her own town. Not after all he had done to her. So she had stayed in her apartment that she had once shared with him and waited.

It hadn’t taken long. About a week and a half after she had learned of his release, the first note had shown up under her door. It was written he hand se knew all too well, telling her that she would never be safe from him and that he would make her pay for sending him to jail. More letters like that followed over the next week or so. And then that night she saw him watching her from across the street on her way home from work. Sheer panic had shot through her and she picked up her pace…and so did he. He was following behind her until she took off running at a dead sprint until she finally reached her apartment and locked herself safely inside. She had wanted to called the police but her cell phone (her only phone) had gone dead, her charger having been lost during an overnight trip sometime and she was still waiting on a replacement. Instead she did the only thing she could think to do. She waited until she absolutely sure Gaston had left and then run straight to the police station.

Just stepping inside filled her with immense sense of relief. Still she couldn’t deny that she still felt agitated and uneasy. She was desperately trying to get the attention of one of the officers to file a report but the place was an absolute madhouse. She worried at her lip as she paced nervously and began to wrap her arms tightly around herself. She had to keep reminding herself that Gaston wouldn’t dare come within 100 feet of the police station but she still couldn’t stop looking out the window, expecting him to be waiting for her outside. “Excuse me… do you need help with something? Are you alright?” came a kind voice and she turned to find a handsome man just slightly older than herself looking at her with gentle, concerned eyes.

“I do. Thank you…” she breathed softly, relaxing just a bit now. She tried to smile gratefully at the man as he led her back to his desk. She noted that it was empty and organized like he was gone for the night…or had been about to be. Had he really stopped on his way out the door just to help her? A new wave of gratitude filled her as she took a seat and began her story. “My name is Noelle Girard…my ex-husband was released from prison about two and half weeks ago,” she explained, French accent lilting through the words. “He began leaving these letters at my apartment just a week ago.” She pulled out the notes she had brought along as evidence. As a journalist, she knew to come prepared. “I didn’t actually see him do it and he hadn’t done anything physical so I didn’t want to bother the police with it just yet. Obviously you are a bit bombarded as it is,” she noted, gesturing towards the check in desk that was still packed with people. “But tonight he followed me home from work and I’m afraid of what he’d do if he caught me alone. He was violent throughout the majority of our relationship…right now I’m scared to go home.” She bit back tears, though they pricked at the corners of her eyes. She was at her wits end and needed help.


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Calvin Booth

Calvin had become a cop for a lot of reasons. First and foremost, it had been a matter or practicality. It had been difficult, recovering from his time as a prisoner of war. The torture his body had endured and resulted in almost a two year healing process, from the moment he was rescued from his dark, underground cell, to the moment he was able to walk out of the physical therapy clinic with only a slight ache in his feet that flared up either when the whether was bad or when he did too much running (though he jogged on a regular basis- body aches be damned). He had been physically unable to return to active duty with the army rangers and had been honorably discharged, receiving numerous awards that now hung in his precinct office. Second, he had thought that maybe, somehow, he could redeem himself for all the innocent lives he had taken in his time as a sniper. Not often, but every once in a while he had laid on dirt roof in some obscure town in Iraq, watching a young boy run out of hiding, holding what looked to be a bomb. Calvin had shot him, and many like him, as they had been trained to take out the invading military men from America before they could establish a presence. He had foolishly hoped that somehow, he could be a better person than he was, by putting away more criminals than people he had killed. He still had a long way to go.

But even this personal debt that he had to settle with himself did not over shadow the real reason he had become a cop. He had grown up in an abusive home. Had been the victim of abuse much of his childhood and adolescence. He had watched his mother suffer and his father’s hand and he had sworn that he would help women like his mother, stuck in abusive relationships with seemingly no way to get out. He was going to help them. That wasn’t to say that he thought the woman in front of him was a victim of any sort of abuse, but she did look desperate and her brown eyes were intriguing as they jumped from person to person. Her red hair like fire as it bobbed with every gesture. Finally, he interrupted her efforts to assure her that he could help with whatever she needed, if it was a paperwork issue he could at least get the documents started, though the paperwork would not begin processing until tomorrow. It seemed like he was the only cop in the precinct who hadn’t gone home or was tied up with some other issue. So yes, he would help her, it was his job after all.

“I do. Thank you…” she admitted to him and gave him a soft smile. He matched her smile and gestured her to follow him back to the office which he had just locked up for the night. Turning the light on he was glad he had thought to straighten things up before leaving. “My name is Noelle Girard…my ex-husband was released from prison about two and half weeks ago,” she introduced herself and wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. Calvin gestured for her to sit and sat behind his desk, his name clearly visible on the gold plaque that sat between them. As she spoke, he remained quiet, listening respectfully and watching with a silent intensity that was so common to him, feeling his stomach twist as he mentally predicted where he thought this might go. “He began leaving these letters at my apartment just a week ago.” At that, she withdrew various folded pieces of paper from her pocket and Calvin plucked one from his desk and read the contents, eyebrows furrowing as each one detailed some kind of threat or taunt… clearly a power play and intended to scare the woman sitting in front of him. “I didn’t actually see him do it and he hadn’t done anything physical so I didn’t want to bother the police with it just yet. Obviously you are a bit bombarded as it is, But tonight he followed me home from work and I’m afraid of what he’d do if he caught me alone. He was violent throughout the majority of our relationship…right now I’m scared to go home.” It saddened him at how obvious it was that she had been through this before. Cases of domestic violence were tricky because proof of abuse needed to irrefutable in order for police to take action. Fortunately for the woman sitting in front of him, Cavin was not one for rules when it came to things like this.

He was thoughtful for a moment and he walked over to a small fridge and withdrew two beers from it. “Well Miss Girard… I don’t blame you for not wanting to go home tonight…” he mused, validating her fears and wanting her to know that he believed what she was saying. He opened the beer for her, unsure if it suited her tastes. She was obviously French and a cheap beer might be, below her tastes but it was more of a gesture of companionship, if she wasn’t interested that was fine. “I think the first step is to file a restraining order… unfortunately our office is closed for the evening… but I can make sure that goes through first thing in the morning…” he could see it in her face, a restraining order probably wouldn’t keep him away. Men like her ex husband didn’t exactly care what a document said, no matter how official it was or the consequences detailed within it. Calvin leaned forward, his face softening from this being a matter of business to a matter of personal concern. “But I won’t sleep well tonight knowing that you are potentially in danger just by walking through your door… so… “ he paused thoughtfully than gestured to a worn sofa in the corner. “You are welcome to sleep here tonight… if that will make you feel safer… or…” he thought about it again, wondering how he wanted to word this. “I had been assigned to patrol some questionable neighborhood tonight…” the lie was easy, perhaps too easy. But she seemed like the type that would argue against such a thing if she thought it would inconvenience him. Calvin went on before she could protest. “I could make sure I pass by your place at least once an hour… if anything happens during the night you can call me and I’ll be there within five minutes…” He suggested, wanting it to be left up to her how she was going to handle this. In a situation where she had very little control over what her abusive ex husband did, he wanted her to feel she had control over how she would mitigate the threat that was before her.


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Noelle Girard

Noelle was incredibly grateful to detective Booth (his name displayed on the plaque there on his desk and just outside his office) for taking the time to sit and help her. He was being incredibly understanding as she described the events that had led to her coming to the station tonight, going over the notes she handed him that had been written in Gaston’s hand. All she wanted was for someone to tell her what to do next…how to get rid of him for good. She had been so certain that he was out of her life for good but he’d only gone to prison for barely over two years! Was this never going to end?! The emotions got the better of her as tears pricked at her eyes. She swallowed hard and blinked them back, willing herself to remain calm and compartmentalize the way she did one tough assignments for the paper. A journalist never let their emotions get in the way of facts and right now the facts were that she needed help…she could only hope that detective Booth would offer some advice or assistance.

“Well Miss Girard… I don’t blame you for not wanting to go home tonight…” he told her, returning from the minifridge with two beers. She took the one he offered her with a grateful smile and immediately took a long swig…she was not much of a beer drinker, mainly preferring fine wine, but after the night she’d had she decided that any alcohol was a welcomed sight. “I think the first step is to file a restraining order… unfortunately our office is closed for the evening… but I can make sure that goes through first thing in the morning…” he explained. “But I won’t sleep well tonight knowing that you are potentially in danger just by walking through your door… so…You are welcome to sleep here tonight… if that will make you feel safer… or…I had been assigned to patrol some questionable neighborhood tonight…I could make sure I pass by your place at least once an hour… if anything happens during the night you can call me and I’ll be there within five minutes…”

She sighed though her smile had become a little more genuine. He really was a good man, trying his best to help a woman he had only just met…it had been a very long time since she had met someone like him. “Thank you, detective Booth…both of your offers are incredibly kind,” she told him. “I hope I do not come off as terribly rude but the truth is I am no state to get any kind of sleep right now and I am just not ready to go home yet.” She thought on it for just a moment, taking another drink of her beer to give her a little more courage. “If its not too intrusive, perhaps I could come along with you on the patrol as a ride along,” she suggested. “I’m a journalist and I would love the chance to do a story on some of Paris’s more shady areas.” She thought it was a wonderful idea. Her boss would absolutely love a story like that and ride along and resulting story would help give her something to keep her mind occupied. She gave a sheepish, hopeful smile as she waited for detective Booth to give an answer.


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Stories like Noelle’s always got his bled boiling. Dealing with cases of domestic violence was the aspect of his of his job that he found the most difficult, but also the most satisfying, that is when justice could be served. He’d taken it upon himself since coming to Paris to personally make sure that the cases were taken care of in a timely manner. Interestingly, he had not dealt with any cases recently but hew as glad that he had thought to ask Noelle if she needed help on the way out the station. As she recounted to him her situation and what her ex husband was doing, both to invade her life and scare her enough that he would once again have control Calvin couldn’t help but recall his own father. A respected lawyer, controlling when sober and abusive when inebriated. The way he had watched his father treat his gentle, timid mother; who did every thing she could to please him and try to protect her son’s from his heavy hand- though in the end it hadn’t mattered how many “punishments” she had offered to take so her sons would not have to bear it. Some therapist might say that Calvin was dealing with a “savior’s complex”, struggling with the idea that because he could not save his mother it was now his job to save other women in a similar situation.

He handed her a beer, knowing that likely wouldn’t be her go to drink of choice but fairly certain she wouldn’t want a glass of whiskey, so beer it was. He took a sip as she finished explaining her plight and then Calvin did his best both to communicate that her understood her concerns but also to propose solutions. He could see the gratitude in her eyes but also a hesitancy, clearly there was some thing still bothering her. His goal had been to make her feel like she had someone to turn to in all the chaos that was her ex being released from prison. He noted the way her smile seemed to soften, as if before it had only been a courtesy but now she actually meant it and she was truly pleased that they had crossed paths. [B]“Thank you, detective Booth…both of your offers are incredibly kind,” she told him and waved the compliment off, it was his job. He took another drink of his beer, knowing that she had more she wanted to say. “I hope I do not come off as terribly rude but the truth is I am no state to get any kind of sleep right now and I am just not ready to go home yet.” She admitted and Calvin nodded his understanding, turning the bottle idly on his desk, giving her the time she obviously wanted to think some things through. If she didn’t want to go home that limited her options some. He supposed she could sleep on his sofa in the corner that he kept her specifically for when he had to stay late and found that catching a few hours during the night was easier than heading home, only to return to the station not long after that.

Calvin realized then that they had been silent for at least a minute and he raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “If its not too intrusive, perhaps I could come along with you on the patrol as a ride along,” her suggestion somewhat surprised it. It was bold of her to ask such a thing. He had never even taken close friends on ride alongs. Not since his first partner in the FBI had been caught in the cross fire of a drug bust. He chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, ready to shoot her down, then she spoke again; clarifying the purpose of the ride. “I’m a journalist and I would love the chance to do a story on some of Paris’s more shady areas.” Calvin nodded his understanding, though he didn’t necessarily agree that her methods were sound nor well thought out. The shadier areas of Paris could be dangerous. He hadn’t really dealt with any thing too concerning the last few months but he still wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it. Yet he also didn’t want to shoot the idea out right. Now it was his turn to take a drink of his beer to buy some time to think. He let the liquid swish in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it outright.

“Miss Gerard… I’m sure you understand that taking someone on a ride along is little more complicated than just grabbing my keys and walking out the door.” He said, with a kind smile. “If there is a particular story you are anxious to get more information I am sure I could arrange some thing with my superiors to take you but… I’m not sure an impromptu drive is the best idea…” he paused, seeing the disappointment in her face, he suddenly realized that he didn’t like it. “But…” he continued thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair, swiveling the chair slightly yet his eyes reaming fixed on her face. “I have not had dinner yet and I too would be going home to an empty house. “ he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, his brown eyes gazing intensely into her own eyes. “There is a bistro that closes in an hour down the street. It’s a nice night, care to walk with me to get some dinner. Its on me.” He assured her, telling himself even as the words left his lips that this shared meal was a matter of convenience. He was hungry and didn’t want to go home, she simply didn’t want to go home (and might be hungry). They were just two strangers passing on their life paths. He had not just asked Noelle Girard on a date.


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