Sometimes You Can Go Home Again..
For Spheeris1
Fandom:Original, Original Characters.
Unbeta'd
On any given Tuesday morning Remy Deveraux was not prone to sitting behind her desk chin in palm, staring into space. In fact she wasn't staring out into nothing. The rain clouds threatening the greater D.C. area were keeping the sun away, between the weather and the dim lighting it cast the room in twilight. She was unconciously studing her partners reflection in the window because the weather outside was dreary. That was all.
Nothing in the way he looked should be all that interesting. Every guy in the whole building never mind half of D.C. dressed in a nondiscript suit and tie. They probably all discarded their jackets and rolled up the sleeves of dress shirts once the office was in full swing. Each of them with tan forearms toned with lifting krispy kreme boxes every morning. Who cared right?
Long fingers pausing over the keyboard as he stopped typing to read something on the screen.
His dark hair was in disaray, like he just didn't have the time to do much more than run a hand through on his way out the door. It looked good on him, kept him boyish along with a strong clean jawline. Straight nose, his profile defied logic. God only knows how, she'd seen him take more punches to the face than she could count. He never seemed to lose any of those fights. It was like how he solved cases, he just knew when to duck, where a smile would do the most damage to a suspect or a worried loved one.
A smile that could disarm someone who was not interested in smiles. Cause her to stumble when he wasn't looking. Somewhere Remy had went from being a prodigy to falling behind. She started noticing how even hungover, unshowered, and frighteningly childish he was, Ian had more power. He was stronger, physically. Eating like a 17 year old linebacker, drinking like a seasoned alcholic did nothing to deminish his body. Remy was faster but not by much. So she trained harder, pushing for more, and still watched him pull ahead.
She had felt sorry for him, like a stray dog. Throwing him scraps. And than the tables turned and Remy didn't do second place, not to anybody.
Even if she remembered that one kiss. Anger from Ian was rare, it had confused her. His lips suddenly against her mouth. It had all confused her, and inturn made her angry. Because she didn't want to understand why she wanted to kiss him back.
His eyes where blue. His eyes that where watching her reflection stare at him.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush, so she looked away first.
Fandom:Original, Original Characters.
Unbeta'd
On any given Tuesday morning Remy Deveraux was not prone to sitting behind her desk chin in palm, staring into space. In fact she wasn't staring out into nothing. The rain clouds threatening the greater D.C. area were keeping the sun away, between the weather and the dim lighting it cast the room in twilight. She was unconciously studing her partners reflection in the window because the weather outside was dreary. That was all.
Nothing in the way he looked should be all that interesting. Every guy in the whole building never mind half of D.C. dressed in a nondiscript suit and tie. They probably all discarded their jackets and rolled up the sleeves of dress shirts once the office was in full swing. Each of them with tan forearms toned with lifting krispy kreme boxes every morning. Who cared right?
Long fingers pausing over the keyboard as he stopped typing to read something on the screen.
His dark hair was in disaray, like he just didn't have the time to do much more than run a hand through on his way out the door. It looked good on him, kept him boyish along with a strong clean jawline. Straight nose, his profile defied logic. God only knows how, she'd seen him take more punches to the face than she could count. He never seemed to lose any of those fights. It was like how he solved cases, he just knew when to duck, where a smile would do the most damage to a suspect or a worried loved one.
A smile that could disarm someone who was not interested in smiles. Cause her to stumble when he wasn't looking. Somewhere Remy had went from being a prodigy to falling behind. She started noticing how even hungover, unshowered, and frighteningly childish he was, Ian had more power. He was stronger, physically. Eating like a 17 year old linebacker, drinking like a seasoned alcholic did nothing to deminish his body. Remy was faster but not by much. So she trained harder, pushing for more, and still watched him pull ahead.
She had felt sorry for him, like a stray dog. Throwing him scraps. And than the tables turned and Remy didn't do second place, not to anybody.
Even if she remembered that one kiss. Anger from Ian was rare, it had confused her. His lips suddenly against her mouth. It had all confused her, and inturn made her angry. Because she didn't want to understand why she wanted to kiss him back.
His eyes where blue. His eyes that where watching her reflection stare at him.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush, so she looked away first.