Just Muse Me: Sense & Sensibility
“In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.” - Mark Twain
“And this guy was on the phone with you when he got jumped?”
“Yeah, I heard the door.”
“And he’s not Dresden?”
Murphy rolled her eyes and glared at her partner.
“What?” Kirmani looked genuinely surprised that she was glaring at him. “It’s a legitimate question. Who else would have the bad luck to get kidnapped while on the phone with you?”
When he glare didn’t soften and she clearly wasn’t amused with his joke, Kirmani hunched his shoulders and looked around the room again. The place wasn’t as destroyed as she had expected. Through her phone the fight had sounded worse than it turned out to be. The door was kicked in and there was a man sized dent in one wall but there was no sign of a prolonged fight.
“They knocked him out,” she said.
“They?” Kirmani eyed her, a little wary of getting yelled at.
“Alan’s a big guy and he knows how to fight. One guy wouldn’t be enough.”
“Get the fuck out of my way!” Someone yelled in the hall.
“Looks like this place is popular today,” Kirmani said then went out to investigate the commotion.
She didn’t give it a second thought after he left. Her partner could handle it. Standing in Alan’s empty and damaged hotel room she frowned to herself. She didn’t even want to guess at how many enemies Alan had and who the hell could have pissed off this time. Did he bring trouble back with him from New York or was this local? Was it an old grudge or something new? Frustration made her sigh and she ran a hand through her hair. She was going to have to pry into the life of a very private man and one who probably didn’t even have a social security number.
“Thanks for making it easy for me,” she muttered.
“I said, get the fuck out of my fucking way!”
The sound of guns being drawn caught her attention and she went out into the hall with her own weapon in hand. A tall, slim man had Kirmani by the shoulders and a foot off the floor. Every uniform in the hallway had their guns out and trained on the man.
“Sir, put the detective down and step back,” she said firmly. “We don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“You the pig in charge here?”
“I’m the Lieutenant in charge. Why?”
“What the hell happened to him?” He jerked his head towards the taped off doorway, though his eyes never left Kirmani’s. Her partner had both his hands up but the guy still looked at him like he was a threat.
“It looks like someone broke into his room and kidnapped him. Do you know Mr. Donnelly?”
“Donnelly?” He looked over at her, scowling angrily. Then his expression became more assessing. “Who took him?”
“Sir, you put my partner down and I’ll be happy to discuss things with you.”
The man considered for a moment then let go of Kirmani.
“I’m okay, boss,” Kirmani said when he landed. “This guy says he’s a friend of our vic.”
“He ain’t a victim,” the man snarled, really snarled. He drew his lips back, showing off perfect white teeth and growled the words. Something Alan told her once tugged on her mind and she slowly lowered her weapon.
“Are you Guy?”
He looked her up and down, “I know you, sugar?”
She holstered her weapon and waved a hand to signal everyone else to do the same. “No, but I’ve heard of you. Let’s talk.”
“Finally, some fucking sense in this place.”
Privately, Murphy couldn't agreed more with his statement.
[ooc: Relates to this post. abit_unsettlin & simplyguy mentioned and used with permission and love. Storyline only binding to this verse.]
“And this guy was on the phone with you when he got jumped?”
“Yeah, I heard the door.”
“And he’s not Dresden?”
Murphy rolled her eyes and glared at her partner.
“What?” Kirmani looked genuinely surprised that she was glaring at him. “It’s a legitimate question. Who else would have the bad luck to get kidnapped while on the phone with you?”
When he glare didn’t soften and she clearly wasn’t amused with his joke, Kirmani hunched his shoulders and looked around the room again. The place wasn’t as destroyed as she had expected. Through her phone the fight had sounded worse than it turned out to be. The door was kicked in and there was a man sized dent in one wall but there was no sign of a prolonged fight.
“They knocked him out,” she said.
“They?” Kirmani eyed her, a little wary of getting yelled at.
“Alan’s a big guy and he knows how to fight. One guy wouldn’t be enough.”
“Get the fuck out of my way!” Someone yelled in the hall.
“Looks like this place is popular today,” Kirmani said then went out to investigate the commotion.
She didn’t give it a second thought after he left. Her partner could handle it. Standing in Alan’s empty and damaged hotel room she frowned to herself. She didn’t even want to guess at how many enemies Alan had and who the hell could have pissed off this time. Did he bring trouble back with him from New York or was this local? Was it an old grudge or something new? Frustration made her sigh and she ran a hand through her hair. She was going to have to pry into the life of a very private man and one who probably didn’t even have a social security number.
“Thanks for making it easy for me,” she muttered.
“I said, get the fuck out of my fucking way!”
The sound of guns being drawn caught her attention and she went out into the hall with her own weapon in hand. A tall, slim man had Kirmani by the shoulders and a foot off the floor. Every uniform in the hallway had their guns out and trained on the man.
“Sir, put the detective down and step back,” she said firmly. “We don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“You the pig in charge here?”
“I’m the Lieutenant in charge. Why?”
“What the hell happened to him?” He jerked his head towards the taped off doorway, though his eyes never left Kirmani’s. Her partner had both his hands up but the guy still looked at him like he was a threat.
“It looks like someone broke into his room and kidnapped him. Do you know Mr. Donnelly?”
“Donnelly?” He looked over at her, scowling angrily. Then his expression became more assessing. “Who took him?”
“Sir, you put my partner down and I’ll be happy to discuss things with you.”
The man considered for a moment then let go of Kirmani.
“I’m okay, boss,” Kirmani said when he landed. “This guy says he’s a friend of our vic.”
“He ain’t a victim,” the man snarled, really snarled. He drew his lips back, showing off perfect white teeth and growled the words. Something Alan told her once tugged on her mind and she slowly lowered her weapon.
“Are you Guy?”
He looked her up and down, “I know you, sugar?”
She holstered her weapon and waved a hand to signal everyone else to do the same. “No, but I’ve heard of you. Let’s talk.”
“Finally, some fucking sense in this place.”
Privately, Murphy couldn't agreed more with his statement.
[ooc: Relates to this post. abit_unsettlin & simplyguy mentioned and used with permission and love. Storyline only binding to this verse.]