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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 6, 2014 22:18:34 GMT -6
 Derek had spent the day doing what he resented: driving her around. He felt like her freaking chauffeur, when he had made it very clear the first day they met that he wasn't that. It was exactly what he was though. Driving her around, checking the area... next thing, they'll make him wear a damn suit to look like some pansy secret service agent. "I'm not putting shit back," he said as he was pulling up to their next location, getting out of the car only seconds after he turned it off. He didn't wait for her as he walked up to the door, pushing it open. It made more sense for him to go first anyway, he was supposed to be protecting her. His words were pertaining to their most recent argument, and he purposely swore when saying what he did, to just further show how he wasn't going to do what she was telling him to.
It made him feel like a child. Having to watch his mouth. If she couldn't handle it, then she was in the wrong profession. He went inside, aware that she was close enough to him, though he didn't look back to check. He knew that his career was basically riding on his efforts to keep her alive and safe, but if they wanted to give her someone more sympathetic and caring... then they couldn't have picked a worse person for the job.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 6, 2014 22:28:38 GMT -6
Julianna looked up from the file she was reading, when she felt the car jerk to a stop. SHe might have 'won' the battle of him driving but she also learned that she couldn't win for losing. Sending a glare toward his retreating back she got out, and walked quickly after him. "You don't even put any money into the jar!" She reminded him.
Their current field of battle of the swear jar that she had put out for him, after he failed to curb his tongue. Other officers had even joined in on the idea, until she found him using the money to buy his lunch! "You're not even ashamed!" Which surprised her. He had morals to a point, but after that he didn't care! It was a paradox of annoyances that she never could quite figure him out.
Julianna had even read his profile, and done a FBI detailed background on him after three days of working with him. Yet still she was trying to solve the mystery of his behavior.
Walking into the building, she walked around him, assuming that because it had been empty for a while no men left from the gang of gun runners would be lingering. "Don't touch anything!" She reminded him of these three words every time they came into a place, and then four or five times while there.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 6, 2014 22:58:29 GMT -6
Even though he had been trying to avoid it, he had caught on to her words. Blah Blah Blah no money in the jar blah blah blah not ashamed blahblahblahblah... BLAH! He didn't care that he didn't put a nickel or dime or whatever he was supposed to in there everytime he said a 'bad word'. She should have known better than to leave that kind of money lying around, especially when he was hungry. And, he had just so happened to be hungry that day. The pizza had been so worth it too. Perhaps knowing that it would upset her made the food all the more delicious. She warned him not to touch anything and he refrained from rolling his eyes at her command. So what he did do? The equivalent to what a child would do when told not to do something.
He touched the wall, he touched the random items on the desk they passed, he touched the railing... he basically touched anything they moved by because she had told him not to. And he was making it very obvious too. "How many more places are we gonna waste our time at?" He asked, his tone filled with impatience at this entire trip. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 6, 2014 23:10:15 GMT -6
She knew he was touching everything, and it was almost expected by this point. "Depends on how many places the gang used as a hide out." She explained, "I'm looking for clues. You should be a cop and look for them too." She hinted at something he could do. "Or, you could dust for prints and order all of the owners to be stripped searched." Cause she knew they'd find his.
Julianna got to a bar in the middle of the room, and turned her back, so she could push her self up to sit on it, and spin around to drop in behind it. There might have been a door on the other side but falling wood made it hard to get too. She looked around, and pulled out gloves so she could touch the books there. Then pulled out a pen while she wrote down titles, even taking photos of them for reference.
"Officer Jackson, I need evidence bags. I want to take some of these with us. Can you, please, get them from the car." She paused and added on another please in hopes that while he might open that mouth of his, he would do it in hopes of getting out of there faster. "Please."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 6, 2014 23:21:03 GMT -6
'Should' be a cop? That implied that he wasn't being one now. Which he wasn't, because he had this stupid job of babysitting her. Still, he had the badge and the gun... he was only missing the uniform. He didn't do anything to help her though. If she was going on this ridiculous wild goose chase, then he was going to let her do whatever she wanted. He would just take her from building to building, and that's it. Besiides, he only had to protect her, not help her. "Naah," he said when she suggested helping in a way he was quite capable of, but he didn't want to. She then added her need for evidence bags, asking him, with a plaese, to get them from the car. He was tempted to say no again. But the sooner he got them, the sooner they could get out of here and stop wasting time.
"Why didn't you get them before you got out of the car," he mumbled, his question a rhetorical one because he was already on his way back to the car to get them. For someone who was really smart, she sure didn't prepare herself. He knew that was the bitterness coming through... and it would forever seep through every word and thought he had for every second he was in her company. He got to the car, unlocking it and digging through the back to find the evidence bags she so desperately needed. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 6, 2014 23:37:11 GMT -6
Julianna watched him walk away, and she foolishly took a moment to watch how the jeans hung to him, before getting back to business. He might be a caveman in every way, but caveman or not he knew how to wear jeans that fit him.
She pulled out one of the books and set it on the counter, finding some numbers written in it, that could be order numbers or lead to somewhere once she connected them to their real meaning. Looking up as he entered, she gestured toward the book, while planning to annoy him and telling him to bag and tag it. It was however the look on his face that froze her words.
Looking behind her she saw a man jump the bar, coming from behind her. It was the same one who shot her! Backing up she turned and scrambled over the bar, before landing awkwardly on her side when she hit the floor. Her hands moved to cover head head for a moment, before she looked back at Jackson to see what was happening.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 15:35:55 GMT -6
After finding her damn evidence bags, he took an extra few minutes to smoke a cigarette since she 'wouldn't let him smoke on the car'. He didn't know why he listened to her. Maybe he would purposely light one on the way back to show that he wasn't someone who could be ordered about. Or who took well to being told what to do. Though, she clearly already knew that seeing how bitter he was about this whole thing. After his smoke, he tossed it on the ground, stepped on it and went back inside. As he entered, he saw her standing there, though he looked at her for only a second. It was more so the person behind her that he was focusing on. The man lunged for Julianna, and Derek pulled out his gun, aiming at him. Unfortunately the attacker's position was making Julianna his shield. He cursed under his breath, knowing that he couldn't stand here and wait for the perfect shot.
Instead he put his gun back where he had it and charged toward the scene. With her now on the same side as him, and the attacker moving over the bar trying to get to it, Derek lunged forward, tackling the attacked to the ground, using his head for that extra force, and landing on the opposite side of the bar that Julianna was currently on. Derek got one punch in before the attacker hit him back, pushing him off, and then crawling away, trying to get to the other side where she was. Derek wasn't about to let that happen. It wasn't so much protecting Julianna; it was more so about the fact that he was furious that the man had hit him. Derek grabbed him by the back of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. He then regained the upper hand, sitting on him as his fists made contact with the attacker's face, again, and again, and again, and several more times until his face was bloody and bruised and he was fully unconscious.
Derek gave him another glare before standing on his feet and walking out from the other side of the bar. He glanced at Julianna, not careful enough to see if she was hurt. She was breathing. That's all that mattered. "Call an ambulance if you wanna save that piece of shit," he told her, as he pulled out his own phone to call this in. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 15:55:58 GMT -6
Julianna saw him run passed her and the bar blocked the rest. She could hear grunts and groans, so she pushed to her feet and stumbled over a few steps to pick up part of a pipe laying around before running toward the fight. Only it wasn't a all out brawl she found but the end of the a brutal beating.
She watched in surprised horror as he stood up and seemed not to care about the damaged he did. Dropping the pipe, she pulled out her phone and dialed 911, giving her badge number and telling them to send the EMT with all haste. Her free hand rang through her hair as she didn't look away from the bloodied face.
It was an hour later when the crime scene was wrapping up that she walked up to him. Waiting for the other officer's to walk away, she then spoke up. "Thank you," She might have been shocked at his extend but she was going home tonight because he didn't fail at his job.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 16:44:53 GMT -6
She called the ambulance while he contacted the department and within half an hour, everyone was here. The jag off was sent to the hospital with injuries and Jack's only regret was that he didn't pound him some more. He gave his statement, explaining what happened and went over the details of it all. His chief even came, demanding to know how this had happened and Jack explained. His chief gave him a brief lecture about how he was supposed to clear the area first and while Jack knew that was true, he didn't feel guilty. His own answer was "She's alive, ain't she?" And that was enough to rest the case... for now. Jackson knew he was going to get it later at the station. But for now, he was going to ignore it.
Julianna then came up to him when he was standing by himself and thanked him. He looked at her, his expression was one that people didn't normally have when someone politely thanked them. Because his face held annoyance. "Don't ever thank me," he said in an irritated voice. Why the hell was she thanking him for doing his job?! If he wasn't forced to be here, he wouldn't have taken down that guy. "I just did what I'm supposed to do." It wasn't him being arrogant, cocky, or smug; it was him stating fact. Besides, he hated it when people thanked him. It sounded like he did them a favor. It was never personal. Ever. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 17:41:30 GMT -6
Don't thank him?! She felt the anger in her rise up, and while she could--on a normal day--handle it, today she was still shaken from the same man trying to kill her twice! "You are such a caveman!" She wasn't yelling, but her voice was raised just enough to show her exasperation at him. "Eat, sleep, hit something!" That was all he knew! How he passed the tests to be a cop she would never know!
He wasn't like he was supposed to be! He did good things but seemed annoyed by them! Lived for the rush but was bitter over the having to be there in the first place! "I am going home. Have a good night!" She bit off like that was an insult, and for him it just might be! Turning Julianna walked quickly away. She would deal with HIM tomorrow!
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 18:10:24 GMT -6
Did she seriously just call him a caveman? Then again, he'd been called worse and he was completely un-phased by it. People acted like if they said something mean to him, they could hurt his feelings, upset him, or make him realize that he had an inner goodness to him. Why the hell would he let anyone have that much control of him? So instead, he just smirked, seeing that she was upset was oddly amusing to him. She stated that she was going home, and told him to have a good night (which, he couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not). As she walked off, he made no effort to follow her, apologize (since he did nothing wrong), see if she was alright, or even offer her a ride home. "Peters!" He called. One of the cops came running up to him.
"Give her a ride." Cause he wasn't going to. He wasn't even saying it to be noble. He just knew that he would never hear the end of it from his chief if the man found out that Grayson had taken a cab home. Peters went running off after her, and his politeness toward her made Jack roll his eyes. What a pansy. With that he finished up with the scene before being dismissed for the night. The chief checked up on him, seeing Grayson's status, and Jack assured him that she was alive and feisty as ever. The chief was not amused. Jack was finally done for the night and headed home to his apartment, going straight to bed and dreading the next day when he would have to deal with the redundancy of this assignment all over again. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 18:25:03 GMT -6
Another cop took it upon himself to make sure she got home alright, and she thanked him for that. She got home, and showered before curling up on the couch and spending the night watching TV softly with Gabby. The next morning she went into the office a few hours early to begin going over everything--and to once again ask the Chief for someone else. ANYONE else.
As usual her almost daily request was denied. It was expected, but she also knew that if she pestered him enough that one day he might give in. Then she went to her office, locking the door behind her just annoy Jackson. Making a cup of tea, she sat down and begin typing her notes from the day before.
She was on the phone with one of her co-workers, seeking another opinion on something when she noticed him walking toward the door. She smiled to herself, while she waited for his reaction.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 19:28:23 GMT -6
Jackson came at his usual time to the office. His routine was the same as it always was, gym to work, only this time he had gone to the gun range to let some agression out. Any excuse he had to not go straight back to his specific job. He was listening to the other cops talk about about the perps they busted, and Derek wanted to bust their faces. Though that part of the conversation wasn't as annoying as the locker room talk about Grayson. Guys being typical guys were talking about her, about how attractive she was, about how she could search them anytime, how good her legs looked in those skirts, and one of them was even practicing asking her out. Derek slammed his locker shut, annoyed of hearing all this crap. She was easy on the eyes, but annoying as hell when she opened her mouth.
He was in an already agitated mood by the time he got to her office door, and it only got worse. Because when he tried to open it... it wasn't budging. He wiggled the knob a bit more, realizing she had locked it. He let out a sound of annoyance. He didn't have time for this crap. So he took a step back, raised his foot and with more force than needed, kicked open the door. The impact was so great that it fell from its hinges onto the floor. It caused everyone outside the office to stop what they were doing and look at what was happening. Jackson paid no attention to them. Instead, he casually walked right in, and took a seat on the chair across from her on the other side of the desk. "Morning," he stated, annoyed, smug, and as his same old pissed off self. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 20:05:08 GMT -6
She smiled when he turned the handle a few times, thinking she had won this round. Quickly ending her call, she was about to get up to walk slowly over there, and unlock the door before telling him he could enter her office. However, before she could do more then place the phone back in it's cradle, he went all cave man again and kicked the door open!
Jumping to her feet, she stepped back and stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth! He ignored everything but his chair, as he plopped down in it. Before she could recover, the Chief came in and stared at the mess before looking between them. She pointed to Jackson, and spoke with her tone coming angry as she could not quite hold it back. "He--" 'Stop!'
The Chief cut her off. 'I understand your a damn fine agent, Dr. Grayson, but you are not going to start off every morning demanding a new partner. He's yours now, get used to it.' He then turned to point at Jackson, 'Fix the door. Stop this shit. If you can't play nice then you wont play at all.' He turned and walked down the hall, leaving them once again the scolded children who had to deal with his aftermath.
She left the silence hang for a moment, before she spoke in a very low voice, with a tone she wasn't sure was angry or calm. "Fix the door, then get your coat. I have places to go." Picking up her tea, she walked past him and out of the office, needing to get away from him before being trapped with him all day.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 20:53:10 GMT -6
Oh shit. The chief had come in, though he cut off Grayson before she could speak. For that split second, he was glad to hear someone stop her from talking. But then it all went to hell. Jackson hadn't known she'd already requested another partner, and was even less aware of the fact that the chief was determined to keep this pairing. It diminished that last hope that Jackson had to get out of this assignment. Apparently, there was no use trying. He was stuck with her for however long she was here for. And that, just addded to his already foul mood. Jackson glared at the chief when he told him to fix the door and stop his shit... and threatened to fire him. He knew the implications in his words. To know that she was the one thing that could get him fired, filled him all the more with rage. And if he wasn't infuriated enough, she gave him 3 orders before walking out. He wasn't her bitch! She wasn't going to command him around like a servant.
He saw the cop practicing his speech to ask her out hurry in the room right after she left. Jackson got up from his chair and stormed out of the room. "Fix the door," he ordered to the cop. And he was the kind of cop that was 'nice' enough to do it. Though Jackson didn't exactly describe him as 'nice'. More like, a pansy. Gutless. And so many other things. But with that part handled, Jackson went to his locker and grabbed his coat and whatever else he needed for a day of hell. He stormed out, putting on his sunglasses, and waited outside for her, deciding to light a cigaratte to calm his mood. He couldn't believe this! There was no escape from her; no way out of this assignment. She wanted him alongside her as little as he wanted to be alongside her. No. She definitely couldn't hate this as much as he did. He leaned against the wall, letting out a puff of smoke as he impatiently waited for her to join him so he could, once again, drive her around. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 21:35:20 GMT -6
She pulled her own coat own, and picked up her files as she walked toward the door. Her phone rang, and she answered it. It was one of her superiors, and they were checking in on the job. Julianna didn't look around for him as she walked toward the car, only sat her things on top of it, and began opening some files to read the notes she made to the person on the phone.
It was about five minutes later that she hung up and closed her files, then looked around him. Her eyes made her disapproval clear, but she said nothing while climbing into the passenger seat. On a normal day she would have drove just so she didn't have to deal with his bad driving, but after his comment on being her driver she wanted to make a point.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 21:54:14 GMT -6
He saw her standing at the car, and didn't move to join her. He just watched her, enjoying his smoke, letting her wait, though she seemed to be occupying herself. She then looked around for him and knew that was his cue. Though he still prolonged it a few more moments, watching as she climbed into the passanger's seat.
This was not going to make for a good time. He made his way to the car, getting into the driver's seat and putting his belt on. "Where the hell are we going?" His tone was hardly pleasant. It was the usual tone, though with more annoyance. He started up the car while waiting for her to answer. Another day of driving around, searching empty buildings, and gathering evidence. At least the guy yesterday made things more exciting. But he doubted it would happen twice in a row... unfortunately. |
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 8, 2014 2:51:20 GMT -6
Julianna pulled the paper from her file and passed it too him, so he could read the address, and directions that she had printed up. "It's a known location for the drugs that was found in his system. It serves as both a hovel for the drug attics to stay at, and a selling point." They were going there to look for any signs that others might have joined their friend.
If they could find a few more of then, they could cross check stories and begin to find the truth. She wanted to catch this guy, The Mayor. She wanted to put him in jail before this Hood guy beat them too it! He was always killing people or now leaving them tired up like a present for them. She wanted to catch him too. He was a mystery she was going to end.
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