I care! (Peter, Saul, Razvan)
Saul was a very large man. Peter's neck was aching from looking up at him, but it was necessary because Saul was also a very smart man even if somewhat lacking in morals. "You haven't heard anything about Gavin?"
Saul shrugged and he sat, which made Peter want to let out a sigh of relief because the man was now eye-level. "I think, if they had recaptured Gavin, our contact in Rome would have heard about it. Unless they didn't bring him to Rome, but that wouldn't make sense." Saul looked troubled and he sighed. "I would think they would want him to face a tribunal for his actions concerning Archbishop Coronati."
"A tribunal?" Peter hated words like 'tribunal' when used in conjunction with anything the Templar might do. "What would they want to have a one of those for?"
"That's how they decide erm...what someone's punishment will be. Unless...unless they don't consider him one of their own. I would just assume they would since they did spend a year trying to convince him he was theirs."
"Unsuccessfully," Peter looked thoughtful. "And they know it. You know. Obviously. Do you think there's a chance he's still here?"
Saul nodded. "He could be, Peter. But if he is, they're up to something. They have to clear their more...final actions with the higher ups. If they did anything...final to Gavin-"
"You can say it," Peter hissed. He was sick of having the subject danced around. "If they were to kill Gavin, they would have to have it cleared?"
"Yes, that's part of their 'process'. I guess it's like having an exorcism sanctioned by the church. They have to prove the person for a heretic and go through the right channels. Probably why you haven't been openly accepted as the Antichrist. No one has proven anything."
"Well I don't think what they did to Thomas helped in that regard," Peter grumbled. "So Gvain's not in Rome and he's not dead. Both are very good things. Unfortunately, that means he's here and storming a Templar facility again..."
"I'll see if we have any contacts here, Peter." Saul patted Peter on the arm. He rather liked Gavin as well. He was plucky. And rather dangerous for such a small person. "We'll do everything we can."
"Thank you, Saul." Peter smiled a weary smile and he watched as Saul exited his office, passing by Razvan as he did so.
"Hey, Chief. You know, I think he gets taller every time I see him," Razvan jerked a thumb in the direction Saul had just walked in. "Kind of scary." He wiggled his fingers to illustrate scary and Peter laughed once and shook his head. "What's got Peter in the dumps, eh?"
"Have you come to psychoanalyse me?" Peter asked dryly.
"I'm detecting bitterness. Should I leave you with your scorn, Peter? Perhaps you'd like some time alone?" Razvan raised his eyebrows at Peter who was sitting behind his desk looking imperious. He wanted nothing more than to snap 'who is bitter, Razvan?!' but he didn't.
"I'm sorry. It's been a hell of a...three years." Peter rubbed his tired eyes and then he moved to stand up. Razvan stood a little straighter as Peter did so, and Peter didn't miss that, though he didn't call attention to it either. "What can I do for you, Razvan."
"Actually, I heard Short Round was missing. Thought you might be able to use a scout." Razvan took off his hat and he smoothed his dark hair before replacing the hat on his head. "Helping him out might make his little lady not hate me so very, very much..."
Peter gave Razvan a slightly ashamed look at that. Ashamed for Razvan's sake. "I uhm...don't know if it would sway Lavannah all that much, Razvan." Lavannah had been at Razvan's mercy and he had tried to rape her. He hadn't gotten very far, thanks to Louise. But that didn't mean she was okay with it. She quite hated every single cell in Razvan's body, even though he had saved both Gavin and Lavannah once before. "But I would appreciate it."
That was enough for Razvan. "Sure thing, Chief. I'll take Caoilfhionn with me. She's chomping at the bit to go outside. It'll give her something to do, little scamp."
Peter chuckled and he reached out to pat Razvan's shoulder. "Thank you."
"Ahhhh, don't go all gooshy on me. Just earning my keep. I'll call you if we find anything."
Peter nodded and he walked Razvan to the door. "Of course, Razvan. Be careful."
"Sure thing, Dad." Razvan disappeared around the corner and Peter watched him go with wonder. Razvan and Caoilfhionn were going to go scour the city for someone Peter loved, and yet they had no actual connection to. Simply because he asked them to. In this case, Razvan had even offered. He had only done so once before, when several angels and demons had been suffering from a bleeding disease. And Razvan had admitted that had been selfish. This wasn't. The only reason he had given for wanting to had been negated by Peter, and he was still doing it.
Peter was going to join the search, but before he did he made a trip to the gift shop on the first floor. In Caoilfhionn's room, he placed a horrible stuffed unicorn she would love. He gave a CD of classical music (heavy on the harps) to Paula. He carried several presents down the stairs which he distributed to Evan, Darren, and the other denizens of the demon ward. On Razvan's bedside table, Peter set his sneaky bottle of scotch. Razvan wasn't an alcoholic, he was allowed scotch. And then he arranged a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Aleto, Katia, Svetlana and Josie. He would have to buy Jillian a book while he was out later. Deirdre he would call and gush to over the phone.
As long as they knew he appreciated them. That was what Peter wanted. For them all to know someone cared.
Saul shrugged and he sat, which made Peter want to let out a sigh of relief because the man was now eye-level. "I think, if they had recaptured Gavin, our contact in Rome would have heard about it. Unless they didn't bring him to Rome, but that wouldn't make sense." Saul looked troubled and he sighed. "I would think they would want him to face a tribunal for his actions concerning Archbishop Coronati."
"A tribunal?" Peter hated words like 'tribunal' when used in conjunction with anything the Templar might do. "What would they want to have a one of those for?"
"That's how they decide erm...what someone's punishment will be. Unless...unless they don't consider him one of their own. I would just assume they would since they did spend a year trying to convince him he was theirs."
"Unsuccessfully," Peter looked thoughtful. "And they know it. You know. Obviously. Do you think there's a chance he's still here?"
Saul nodded. "He could be, Peter. But if he is, they're up to something. They have to clear their more...final actions with the higher ups. If they did anything...final to Gavin-"
"You can say it," Peter hissed. He was sick of having the subject danced around. "If they were to kill Gavin, they would have to have it cleared?"
"Yes, that's part of their 'process'. I guess it's like having an exorcism sanctioned by the church. They have to prove the person for a heretic and go through the right channels. Probably why you haven't been openly accepted as the Antichrist. No one has proven anything."
"Well I don't think what they did to Thomas helped in that regard," Peter grumbled. "So Gvain's not in Rome and he's not dead. Both are very good things. Unfortunately, that means he's here and storming a Templar facility again..."
"I'll see if we have any contacts here, Peter." Saul patted Peter on the arm. He rather liked Gavin as well. He was plucky. And rather dangerous for such a small person. "We'll do everything we can."
"Thank you, Saul." Peter smiled a weary smile and he watched as Saul exited his office, passing by Razvan as he did so.
"Hey, Chief. You know, I think he gets taller every time I see him," Razvan jerked a thumb in the direction Saul had just walked in. "Kind of scary." He wiggled his fingers to illustrate scary and Peter laughed once and shook his head. "What's got Peter in the dumps, eh?"
"Have you come to psychoanalyse me?" Peter asked dryly.
"I'm detecting bitterness. Should I leave you with your scorn, Peter? Perhaps you'd like some time alone?" Razvan raised his eyebrows at Peter who was sitting behind his desk looking imperious. He wanted nothing more than to snap 'who is bitter, Razvan?!' but he didn't.
"I'm sorry. It's been a hell of a...three years." Peter rubbed his tired eyes and then he moved to stand up. Razvan stood a little straighter as Peter did so, and Peter didn't miss that, though he didn't call attention to it either. "What can I do for you, Razvan."
"Actually, I heard Short Round was missing. Thought you might be able to use a scout." Razvan took off his hat and he smoothed his dark hair before replacing the hat on his head. "Helping him out might make his little lady not hate me so very, very much..."
Peter gave Razvan a slightly ashamed look at that. Ashamed for Razvan's sake. "I uhm...don't know if it would sway Lavannah all that much, Razvan." Lavannah had been at Razvan's mercy and he had tried to rape her. He hadn't gotten very far, thanks to Louise. But that didn't mean she was okay with it. She quite hated every single cell in Razvan's body, even though he had saved both Gavin and Lavannah once before. "But I would appreciate it."
That was enough for Razvan. "Sure thing, Chief. I'll take Caoilfhionn with me. She's chomping at the bit to go outside. It'll give her something to do, little scamp."
Peter chuckled and he reached out to pat Razvan's shoulder. "Thank you."
"Ahhhh, don't go all gooshy on me. Just earning my keep. I'll call you if we find anything."
Peter nodded and he walked Razvan to the door. "Of course, Razvan. Be careful."
"Sure thing, Dad." Razvan disappeared around the corner and Peter watched him go with wonder. Razvan and Caoilfhionn were going to go scour the city for someone Peter loved, and yet they had no actual connection to. Simply because he asked them to. In this case, Razvan had even offered. He had only done so once before, when several angels and demons had been suffering from a bleeding disease. And Razvan had admitted that had been selfish. This wasn't. The only reason he had given for wanting to had been negated by Peter, and he was still doing it.
Peter was going to join the search, but before he did he made a trip to the gift shop on the first floor. In Caoilfhionn's room, he placed a horrible stuffed unicorn she would love. He gave a CD of classical music (heavy on the harps) to Paula. He carried several presents down the stairs which he distributed to Evan, Darren, and the other denizens of the demon ward. On Razvan's bedside table, Peter set his sneaky bottle of scotch. Razvan wasn't an alcoholic, he was allowed scotch. And then he arranged a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Aleto, Katia, Svetlana and Josie. He would have to buy Jillian a book while he was out later. Deirdre he would call and gush to over the phone.
As long as they knew he appreciated them. That was what Peter wanted. For them all to know someone cared.