RP LOG with thinbluegee | Not so little revelations
When it took Euan almost five days to sleep off the jet lag from returning to London, it left him wondering if coming to this fucking place was even worth it. Every time he tried to wake himself up, the tiredness just battled it and won out. He spent most of the week passed out in his hotel room, living on room service or chips from the place down the block. He only left the room to get food or smokes, and ended up crashing out again when he returned. If he hadn't been half dead after his hospital stay on the last superb London trip, he would wonder if he was ill or coming down with something. It probably didn't help that he was constantly working his way through restocked six packs of Guinness, but if he didn't have his beloved lager, he would be on the next plane back to New York. He still couldn't be 100% sure why he decided to toss in the towel and move to London. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and his whole decision was made on the basis that he would give himself a year in Britian and if it didn't work out, he would go back to New York. In fact, he hadn't outright resigned from the NYPD. Ever one to leave his options well open, Euan put in for a year of both long service leave and leave without pay. It meant if shit went arse-up in London, he could go back to his job in New York. Or some job in New York. Either way, he wouldn't admit to himself that London was permanent. At least not yet.
But once he started to feel less like the walking dead, he became more aware of his surroundings and realised he really needed to get the fuck out of the hotel and find an apartment. He sent Vee a text message and told her that he was dragging her along to some viewings whether she liked it or not and to meet him at the first place at ten that morning. It turned out to be a bunch of group-type showings, so they didn't get a chance to talk much. Euan was too busy sweet-talking (and snogging) the real estate agent and she promised to give him a good deal if he chose one of her properties. Only thing was, he didn't like any of them. London seemed to have piss-all to offer, and he was brooding in the cab ride back to Supercop's place where they were going for a much-needed coffee. They were heading up the stairs of the apartment block when Vee grabbed his arm from behind. "Oh fuck! I meant to tell you something!" she told him, as if something important had just dawned on her.
Euan stopped on the stairs and turned around, looking down at her. He saw she was lip-level with his groin and smirked widely. "Sure you don't want to use that mouth for better purposes, love?" he drawled in his thick Irish accent, reaching down and pointedly adjusting himself in his worn black jeans.
"Get over yourself, U," Vee replied as she moved past him to bring themselves level. "I've already fucked things over with Matt and his friend once. I'm not looking to do it again by blowing you in the stairwell. That cock boat sailed a while ago. You really need to let me go, baby. I know I'm fantastic, but just stop pining." She reached out to pat his shoulder in mock sympathy before she frowned, turning serious again. "Gee went to New York."
"Mm, pining. My cock's still buzzing in grief after the real estate agent's handjob," Euan threw back, sniggering. He was almost about to start moving on up the stairs when he stopped, looking at her with a frown as if he hadn't even heard her right. He looked over her face, leaning against the stair rail and then gave a small snort of a laugh. "What the fuck are you on about? Why the fucking hell would you tell me she did that? You said she was tying up shit from the squashed lawyer's case."
"She was. When I spoke to you like a couple weeks ago, or something. And I thought she still was when you rocked up on my doorstep. But the morning after Matt told me she'd finished everything up, and hopped a plane to New York. She'd wanted it to be a surprise..." Vee pushed her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her keys and started to play with them. "Seeing you was the thing that got her through everything..."
Euan continued to stare at her for a long few moments, before he growled softly, turning away and scratching at the back of his head where the bandana over his hair was tyed securely in place. "Oh, fuck it all to fucking hell," he cursed. He shot her a glare. "And you didn't think to maybe let me know that before now? That she rocked up over there to just... fuck. Why did she rock up over there? What did she think I could do to make it better?" he asked, his tone turning from a growl to an almost helpless plea.
Vee stood there and didn't bat an eyelid at the growling, or Euan's cursing. It wasn't like she hadn't faced him angry before. She also knew she wasn't at fault this time. "Ever tried to get in touch with a man suffering from the world's most fucked up jetlag?" she countered. "I tried to call, but maybe you just neglected to actually notice that whenever you surfaced for Guinness and cigarettes?" She reached out to tug on Euan's collar to get him moving up the stairs again so they could just at least have this conversation inside the apartment. "She rocked up over there because she probably figured her Irish cock would be the fastest thing to get the case off her mind. I doubt she was looking for you to romance anything better. She knows what you're about, right?"
Euan exhaled sharply. "My fucking phone isn't receiving calls here. Gotta fucking get a new friggen sim card or whatever the fuck. And you say England is wonderful." He growled again, even if he was following her. Talk about cigarettes, he really needed a goddamn smoke. "What am I, a dirty great human-sized fucking vibrator? I don't know! You're the one who wanted to set me up with her! I told her head over there is she ever wanted, but I figured it would be a distant thing, not when she was right in the middle of a case. It was the least I could do after she put me up. What do you mean, what I'm about anyway? I'm not about anything. I'm about whatever the fuck my cock feels like when it wakes up in the morning."
"And you're denying being a human-sized fucking vibrator?" Vee asked him incredulously. "What the fuck was that shit with the real estate agent? Is she just some human-sized fucking pocket pussy? Jesus, Euan. It's not like you ever open yourself up to being more than a cock on legs. Not lately. I'm not setting you up with her, I'm done setting you up with her," Vee said as she got the door to the apartment open and stopped short in the doorway as she found Gee and Matt sitting in the main room staring at her. "Oh, shit..." she murmured as she shot Gee an apologetic look, before shooting Matt an embarrassed one. "Ah, hey..."
Euan shrugged. "I was horny and you weren't fucking coming to the party," he said simply. "I like to fuck, I don't like to be used as a fucking cock tool to placate a chick's emotions. I'm not a fucking block of Cadbury Dairymilk on fucking legs! Do you know how much of a fucking turn off sex is with a chick who is hormonal or emotional?" He came up behind Vee before he realised she had stopped short and nearly crashed into the back of her. When she spoke and he realised he wasn't addressing her, he nudged her aside to get a better look and stopped, his eyes landing on Gee.
Matt actually hadn't missed the last part of Euan's declaration. Although he did actually agree on some level, he didn't think there was a more blunt way the Irish man tart could have put it in the presence of two females. He put a hand up and scratched the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he raised his eyebrows at Vee. "Hello," he offered.
Gee was looking at Euan, not sure if she just wanted to add his loud declaration to the list of things she wanted to smack him for. Or if she just wanted to take it as a sign that she really had been dipping into the crazy sauce, and any reason she'd had for wanting to see him again was long gone, and it was time for her to come to her senses. She glanced at Matt, and then cleared her throat without saying a word.
Vee walked slowly over to Matt like she had her tail tucked between her legs and leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Can we please do the whole 'my girlfriend's a crazy woman' talk a little later," she murmured softly against his ear as she took his hand and pulled him into a standing position. "We just need to... go make out loudly," she said for Gee and Euan to hear her. "You know, make it feel like old times for U, here. It's nice to see you again, Gee. Congratulations on closing the case, and... everything." She smiled at them both before starting to lead Matt out of the room in a not so subtle way to give the other two some 'space'.
It was like Euan had an instant headache, and he really was wondering that the fuck had made him think coming to London permanently would be a good idea. He was due to start work the next day and he figured it had always been too friggen much to ask that things just be easy for once. He pointed over his shoulder to something in the general direction behind him. "I only found out sixty fucking seconds ago!" he protested straight away, not exactly sure what else he was supposed to say beyond running after Vee and giving her a mouthful.
Gee's eyebrows went up at the defensive outburst before she just let out a sigh, and tried not to feel like she was getting set up to fail yet again. Vee had good intentions, but the timing always seemed to fucking suck. She glanced after the retreating couple, and finally just shrugged a shoulder. She was tired. She'd only landed in London that morning, and had only managed a couple hours sleep when she'd got home. Her mind had been buzzing too much, her conversation with Stuart, and a phone call with Matt fresh in her mind. Stuart was in Surrey now with Tom, so Gee had come to commiserate with Matt. He'd understand. He would still think she was crazy, but he'd get it. She still couldn't believe Euan had come to London when she'd gone to New York. It really was a fucked up joke, she just couldn't laugh about it yet. "Nice to see you, too."
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? How was I supposed to know you would just rock up over there? I don't know what you want me to say or do." Euan shrugged and held up his hands. He managed to resist the urge to light up or start pacing. He knew he was angry at being put on the spot. He had no reason to think in any way that Gee wasn't still in London, working, and doing exactly what she had indicated she would be doing when he left. In fact, they had joked about it. He wondered how his life suddenly became accountable to everyone but himself.
"I know, it's okay. I haven't even said anything, so please just sit down, okay?" Gee indicated the sofa as she looked at him. "This is already awkward as all shit. I don't need you making me nervous on top of it. I didn't call, and it's not like you need to justify anything to me. I did it on a whim, and it was stupid, and I've paid for it. It's fine. I shouldn't have tried to go without calling you first, I just... I needed out of London after we closed to case. I needed something to remind me life didn't completely suck." She pressed her lips together in a mouth shrug. "Nothing like being stranded in New York City to help with that. Which is nothing against you. It really is okay. I mean, it wasn't what I'd wanted, but you weren't expecting me, so..."
Euan sat down across from her, folding his hands in front of him and resting his elbows on his knees as he contemplated her for a few moments. "Did we even meet, or did you fuck my body double?" he finally asked in slight exasperation. "I'm not exactly the most reliable or dependable person, aye. I don't want to be, either. If I knew you were coming, I would have told you what was going on and what was in the works. I do whatever the hell I wake up and feel like doing in the morning. I'm sorry you got fucked over, love. I am, alright? But this is me. This is how I operate and that's just how it is. If you're gonna stick around and inflict yourself with me on any level, that's the first thing you gotta realise because you'll save yourself a whole lot of homicidal thoughts."
Gee pulled her mouth to the side as she gave a nod, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes found Matt's mantle with a few photographs on it, but she wasn't really seeing them. When she brought herself back from where her mind had gone, she got up out of her chair and pushed him back as she leaned down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. She couldn't help herself. She'd been working herself up with thoughts of fucking him for days, and now they'd actually found themselves back in the same room. She needed a moment of weakness; a moment of waking up and doing whatever she felt like doing just like he seemed to every day.
Euan wasn't sure how he was supposed to take that at first. This right here was why he was glad he wasn't a bloody chick. One minute she looked like she wanted to smack him in the face, and the next her tongue was down his throat. He liked sex when it was just about dicks and fucking clits. This gave him a migraine and he wasn't sure he could keep up. He kissed her back at first before he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled out of it it to look up at her with a small frown. "Do I get fries with that mood swing?" he asked her, finally giving her a smirk of amusement.
Gee's blue eyes sparkled and she finally smiled as she started to laugh. "Would you like to upsize them for a pound?" She took a seat on the coffee table so she could face him as she rubbed her hand over her face, and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... I was definitely pissed off when I got to New York and you weren't there. I was thinking all kinds of crazy shit, and I hate myself for being that woman. I didn't want to be that woman, because I didn't sleep with your body double, I slept with you and I knew what I was getting." She tucked some of her unruly curls behind her ear, and looked at him. "I just don't know if you know what you're getting."
"That's okay. You're a chick. Chicks are irrational," Euan joked, shooting her another trademark smirk as he relaxed back on the sofa and leg his legs sprawl out in front of him. "All that time trying to convince me you weren't Vee and you went and pulled a pretty damn fucking fine impression of her. I really am impressed. Look, don't feel bad, love. I get it, alright? I know how it is to have a case hit home and drive you mental. I know what it's like to just need an escape. I just wasn't gonna be your Valhalla. I had shit in the works since I was here at Christmas. A promotion was in the works since Vee buggered off and as soon as I got wind of it, I knew it was time to get my fucking arse into gear. I like to call the shots in my own life. I do whatever the fuck I want, and I figured it wasn't gonna kill me to give this place the benefit of the doubt for awhile."
Gee rolled her eyes as she laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm starting to see that. And hey! It's not the fucking same. I wasn't doing an impression of her. I just really needed to get the fuck out, and I needed to get fucked, and you weren't there. That's hardly my fault. I wasn't jumping countries for a chance at love. I know that's not ever happening. I just have to learn to find my Valhalla elsewhere. I'm glad you're here, though. It is nice to see you. I still can't believe you had this whole thing planned, and no one had a clue."
Euan pointed at her. "Vee only ever came here initially for an international booty call with Supercop," he reminded her. He shrugged. "I didn't have anything planned, love. I just left my options open. Unless you all suddenly became fucking mind-readers, why would you know? You plant a seed in someone's head and it grows, whether they intend it to or not. I tell you that I fed you a cuppa with bad milk in it, guarantee you'll start feeling sick, even if the milk was perfectly fine. I didn't want anyone wasting their time thinking about anything I was doing until I knew I was doing it. As simple as that. I didn't know I was doing it until a week before I got here. The lease is still in tact on my apartment over there until March and all my shit is at my brother's. There wasn't a conspiracy. I just don't let weeds grow on my arse once I decide something."
"I don't know how anyone is supposed to keep up with you, even Vee. And I'm not her!" Gee said again before sticking her tongue out at him. "Yours was just the only booty I thought I could semi-rely on, and knew it would perform well. In a non-human vibrator way. But hey, you're not chocolate on legs, and you get turned off by a woman being emotional and hormonal. So maybe it is a good thing I didn't find you. Nothing to quite make you emotional like having your partner's boyfriend nearly killed, and framed for murder. So you still have your lease on the apartment, and your stuff is at your brother's. You're just going to live at a hotel for weeks?"
Euan gave a small laugh and shook his head. "No, love, I'm not. I'm here permanently, start work in the morn, and you just never know what's gonna happen around the corner." He raised his eyebrows at her, watching her for a moment. Then he pointed at her. "That's the exact reason you shouldn't have come over to me to New York on a whim. No amount of international booty, no matter how fucking awesome, was going to take away the fact your partner's boyfriend was nearly killed and framed for murder. You weren't in the right frame of mind to deal with the fact I might not have been there... might not have wanted international booty... might have had my face buried in the pussy of a redhead when you rocked up. It was only going to leave you feeling shit, love. You should have debriefed for a few weeks first, and then booked a ticket to New York. I was a phone call away. You only had to pick up the phone and we could've talked it out before you made any rash decisions. Being a detective, you need to learn to patch up your own emotional conflict before you can pick yourself back up and move onto the next case. Fucking is a band-aid, it isn't going to take away the fact your partner's boyfriend was nearly killed and framed for murder. It would have just left you in New York, post-coital, wanting more fucking and not wanting to face coming back home to deal with what you left behind. And if it was said partner that helped convince you to go, then he's in the same frame of mind. He'd just be wanting you to do what you could to stop the shit cutting deeper than it already has. If he's any sort of honourable bloke, he won't be wanting his shit hurting you more."
"I can fuck and patch up my own shit. I am a woman, I'm capable of multitasking. I'm capable of not seeing you as a block of chocolate, but whatever. You think I'm going to wind up blubbering with you, or trying to rely on you. I already did the blubbering once, I'm not going to do it again. I don't want anything from you." Gee raked her fingers through her hair, and tried to not feel sullen, or not let the disappointment show. She really hadn't been trying to use Euan as anything other than some fun, and she was resenting being forced into the same pigeon hole as Vee and her behaviour with Matt. Nothing quite like being shot down before you even get started. "Stuart was the one that pushed me, but he was just trying to help. It's fine. Although if you want something other than a hotel room his place will be going up for rent. He's moved in with Tom."
Euan held his hands up and then stood up. "Aye, alright. I'll leave you to it, then, with your being a woman and not blubbering, even if you are sulking. And cheers for the thought, but I'll find somewhere close to work. Wouldn't want any awkward strings anywhere." He was already digging around in his pocket for his smokes. He hadn't even had a chance to get his jacket off, but he was remembering now that he was actually out of cigarettes and needed to get some more. He spotted a notepad by the telephone and scrawled and messy and crass message on it to Vee and then straighted up again, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at Gee. "I'll catch you around then. And just for the record, you relied on me to be there," he said with a slight tild of his head.
"It was a mistake," Gee mumbled as she looked down at her hands while she fidgeted with her fingers. "And I missed you. Now I know it was just stupid, and I'm sorry if I ever expected anything. I'll just do the detective thing and deal with all my own shit on my own. Heaven forbid I want some comfort, or to feel anything else other than horror at what people are capable of. Enjoy your string free life, Detective Fitzpatrick."
Euan smirked. "That's Detective Sergeant to you, Constable," he returned and then let out a rough breath, contemplating her for a few moments. His hands were still tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket and he tapped his legs through the pockets. "You're going to get hurt if you start anything with me. You need a bloke like Supercop, who's got what it takes to give you all that comfort and positive vibes. I'm a selfish bastard, I think about myself all the time. My comfort is being able to do whatever the fuck I want. You don't need that, love."
Gee finally looked up at him, her blue eyes flashing. "My apologies, Detective Sergeant." She got to her feet to arch her eyebrow at him, and held his gaze. "I don't need you telling me what I do, and don't need. I don't want a guy like Matt. As much as I like him, he's never actually done anything for me. You didn't actually do so badly at the comfort when I got the call about Stuart and Tom, or was that just your fucking medication? But fine, whatever. Just do exactly what everyone else does and make decisions on my behalf. You are my superior, after all."
Euan didn't say anything at first. He just held her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Aye, it was the medication," was all he eventually said, snorting softly as he shook his head. He backed up, heading towards the door. This is the exact reason why he didn't want Vee sticking her fucking nose into things with Gee. It had come a complete circle and he was still here being blamed for it all. They could've had fun but emotions got involved too quickly. This is the reason why he hadn't let himself stick in one place too long. "Good luck finding what you do need then, Detective," he added, already stalking towards the door to leave. He didn't even bother looking back before he left, slamming the door in his wake.
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But once he started to feel less like the walking dead, he became more aware of his surroundings and realised he really needed to get the fuck out of the hotel and find an apartment. He sent Vee a text message and told her that he was dragging her along to some viewings whether she liked it or not and to meet him at the first place at ten that morning. It turned out to be a bunch of group-type showings, so they didn't get a chance to talk much. Euan was too busy sweet-talking (and snogging) the real estate agent and she promised to give him a good deal if he chose one of her properties. Only thing was, he didn't like any of them. London seemed to have piss-all to offer, and he was brooding in the cab ride back to Supercop's place where they were going for a much-needed coffee. They were heading up the stairs of the apartment block when Vee grabbed his arm from behind. "Oh fuck! I meant to tell you something!" she told him, as if something important had just dawned on her.
Euan stopped on the stairs and turned around, looking down at her. He saw she was lip-level with his groin and smirked widely. "Sure you don't want to use that mouth for better purposes, love?" he drawled in his thick Irish accent, reaching down and pointedly adjusting himself in his worn black jeans.
"Get over yourself, U," Vee replied as she moved past him to bring themselves level. "I've already fucked things over with Matt and his friend once. I'm not looking to do it again by blowing you in the stairwell. That cock boat sailed a while ago. You really need to let me go, baby. I know I'm fantastic, but just stop pining." She reached out to pat his shoulder in mock sympathy before she frowned, turning serious again. "Gee went to New York."
"Mm, pining. My cock's still buzzing in grief after the real estate agent's handjob," Euan threw back, sniggering. He was almost about to start moving on up the stairs when he stopped, looking at her with a frown as if he hadn't even heard her right. He looked over her face, leaning against the stair rail and then gave a small snort of a laugh. "What the fuck are you on about? Why the fucking hell would you tell me she did that? You said she was tying up shit from the squashed lawyer's case."
"She was. When I spoke to you like a couple weeks ago, or something. And I thought she still was when you rocked up on my doorstep. But the morning after Matt told me she'd finished everything up, and hopped a plane to New York. She'd wanted it to be a surprise..." Vee pushed her fingers through her hair as she pulled out her keys and started to play with them. "Seeing you was the thing that got her through everything..."
Euan continued to stare at her for a long few moments, before he growled softly, turning away and scratching at the back of his head where the bandana over his hair was tyed securely in place. "Oh, fuck it all to fucking hell," he cursed. He shot her a glare. "And you didn't think to maybe let me know that before now? That she rocked up over there to just... fuck. Why did she rock up over there? What did she think I could do to make it better?" he asked, his tone turning from a growl to an almost helpless plea.
Vee stood there and didn't bat an eyelid at the growling, or Euan's cursing. It wasn't like she hadn't faced him angry before. She also knew she wasn't at fault this time. "Ever tried to get in touch with a man suffering from the world's most fucked up jetlag?" she countered. "I tried to call, but maybe you just neglected to actually notice that whenever you surfaced for Guinness and cigarettes?" She reached out to tug on Euan's collar to get him moving up the stairs again so they could just at least have this conversation inside the apartment. "She rocked up over there because she probably figured her Irish cock would be the fastest thing to get the case off her mind. I doubt she was looking for you to romance anything better. She knows what you're about, right?"
Euan exhaled sharply. "My fucking phone isn't receiving calls here. Gotta fucking get a new friggen sim card or whatever the fuck. And you say England is wonderful." He growled again, even if he was following her. Talk about cigarettes, he really needed a goddamn smoke. "What am I, a dirty great human-sized fucking vibrator? I don't know! You're the one who wanted to set me up with her! I told her head over there is she ever wanted, but I figured it would be a distant thing, not when she was right in the middle of a case. It was the least I could do after she put me up. What do you mean, what I'm about anyway? I'm not about anything. I'm about whatever the fuck my cock feels like when it wakes up in the morning."
"And you're denying being a human-sized fucking vibrator?" Vee asked him incredulously. "What the fuck was that shit with the real estate agent? Is she just some human-sized fucking pocket pussy? Jesus, Euan. It's not like you ever open yourself up to being more than a cock on legs. Not lately. I'm not setting you up with her, I'm done setting you up with her," Vee said as she got the door to the apartment open and stopped short in the doorway as she found Gee and Matt sitting in the main room staring at her. "Oh, shit..." she murmured as she shot Gee an apologetic look, before shooting Matt an embarrassed one. "Ah, hey..."
Euan shrugged. "I was horny and you weren't fucking coming to the party," he said simply. "I like to fuck, I don't like to be used as a fucking cock tool to placate a chick's emotions. I'm not a fucking block of Cadbury Dairymilk on fucking legs! Do you know how much of a fucking turn off sex is with a chick who is hormonal or emotional?" He came up behind Vee before he realised she had stopped short and nearly crashed into the back of her. When she spoke and he realised he wasn't addressing her, he nudged her aside to get a better look and stopped, his eyes landing on Gee.
Matt actually hadn't missed the last part of Euan's declaration. Although he did actually agree on some level, he didn't think there was a more blunt way the Irish man tart could have put it in the presence of two females. He put a hand up and scratched the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he raised his eyebrows at Vee. "Hello," he offered.
Gee was looking at Euan, not sure if she just wanted to add his loud declaration to the list of things she wanted to smack him for. Or if she just wanted to take it as a sign that she really had been dipping into the crazy sauce, and any reason she'd had for wanting to see him again was long gone, and it was time for her to come to her senses. She glanced at Matt, and then cleared her throat without saying a word.
Vee walked slowly over to Matt like she had her tail tucked between her legs and leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Can we please do the whole 'my girlfriend's a crazy woman' talk a little later," she murmured softly against his ear as she took his hand and pulled him into a standing position. "We just need to... go make out loudly," she said for Gee and Euan to hear her. "You know, make it feel like old times for U, here. It's nice to see you again, Gee. Congratulations on closing the case, and... everything." She smiled at them both before starting to lead Matt out of the room in a not so subtle way to give the other two some 'space'.
It was like Euan had an instant headache, and he really was wondering that the fuck had made him think coming to London permanently would be a good idea. He was due to start work the next day and he figured it had always been too friggen much to ask that things just be easy for once. He pointed over his shoulder to something in the general direction behind him. "I only found out sixty fucking seconds ago!" he protested straight away, not exactly sure what else he was supposed to say beyond running after Vee and giving her a mouthful.
Gee's eyebrows went up at the defensive outburst before she just let out a sigh, and tried not to feel like she was getting set up to fail yet again. Vee had good intentions, but the timing always seemed to fucking suck. She glanced after the retreating couple, and finally just shrugged a shoulder. She was tired. She'd only landed in London that morning, and had only managed a couple hours sleep when she'd got home. Her mind had been buzzing too much, her conversation with Stuart, and a phone call with Matt fresh in her mind. Stuart was in Surrey now with Tom, so Gee had come to commiserate with Matt. He'd understand. He would still think she was crazy, but he'd get it. She still couldn't believe Euan had come to London when she'd gone to New York. It really was a fucked up joke, she just couldn't laugh about it yet. "Nice to see you, too."
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? How was I supposed to know you would just rock up over there? I don't know what you want me to say or do." Euan shrugged and held up his hands. He managed to resist the urge to light up or start pacing. He knew he was angry at being put on the spot. He had no reason to think in any way that Gee wasn't still in London, working, and doing exactly what she had indicated she would be doing when he left. In fact, they had joked about it. He wondered how his life suddenly became accountable to everyone but himself.
"I know, it's okay. I haven't even said anything, so please just sit down, okay?" Gee indicated the sofa as she looked at him. "This is already awkward as all shit. I don't need you making me nervous on top of it. I didn't call, and it's not like you need to justify anything to me. I did it on a whim, and it was stupid, and I've paid for it. It's fine. I shouldn't have tried to go without calling you first, I just... I needed out of London after we closed to case. I needed something to remind me life didn't completely suck." She pressed her lips together in a mouth shrug. "Nothing like being stranded in New York City to help with that. Which is nothing against you. It really is okay. I mean, it wasn't what I'd wanted, but you weren't expecting me, so..."
Euan sat down across from her, folding his hands in front of him and resting his elbows on his knees as he contemplated her for a few moments. "Did we even meet, or did you fuck my body double?" he finally asked in slight exasperation. "I'm not exactly the most reliable or dependable person, aye. I don't want to be, either. If I knew you were coming, I would have told you what was going on and what was in the works. I do whatever the hell I wake up and feel like doing in the morning. I'm sorry you got fucked over, love. I am, alright? But this is me. This is how I operate and that's just how it is. If you're gonna stick around and inflict yourself with me on any level, that's the first thing you gotta realise because you'll save yourself a whole lot of homicidal thoughts."
Gee pulled her mouth to the side as she gave a nod, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes found Matt's mantle with a few photographs on it, but she wasn't really seeing them. When she brought herself back from where her mind had gone, she got up out of her chair and pushed him back as she leaned down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. She couldn't help herself. She'd been working herself up with thoughts of fucking him for days, and now they'd actually found themselves back in the same room. She needed a moment of weakness; a moment of waking up and doing whatever she felt like doing just like he seemed to every day.
Euan wasn't sure how he was supposed to take that at first. This right here was why he was glad he wasn't a bloody chick. One minute she looked like she wanted to smack him in the face, and the next her tongue was down his throat. He liked sex when it was just about dicks and fucking clits. This gave him a migraine and he wasn't sure he could keep up. He kissed her back at first before he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled out of it it to look up at her with a small frown. "Do I get fries with that mood swing?" he asked her, finally giving her a smirk of amusement.
Gee's blue eyes sparkled and she finally smiled as she started to laugh. "Would you like to upsize them for a pound?" She took a seat on the coffee table so she could face him as she rubbed her hand over her face, and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... I was definitely pissed off when I got to New York and you weren't there. I was thinking all kinds of crazy shit, and I hate myself for being that woman. I didn't want to be that woman, because I didn't sleep with your body double, I slept with you and I knew what I was getting." She tucked some of her unruly curls behind her ear, and looked at him. "I just don't know if you know what you're getting."
"That's okay. You're a chick. Chicks are irrational," Euan joked, shooting her another trademark smirk as he relaxed back on the sofa and leg his legs sprawl out in front of him. "All that time trying to convince me you weren't Vee and you went and pulled a pretty damn fucking fine impression of her. I really am impressed. Look, don't feel bad, love. I get it, alright? I know how it is to have a case hit home and drive you mental. I know what it's like to just need an escape. I just wasn't gonna be your Valhalla. I had shit in the works since I was here at Christmas. A promotion was in the works since Vee buggered off and as soon as I got wind of it, I knew it was time to get my fucking arse into gear. I like to call the shots in my own life. I do whatever the fuck I want, and I figured it wasn't gonna kill me to give this place the benefit of the doubt for awhile."
Gee rolled her eyes as she laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm starting to see that. And hey! It's not the fucking same. I wasn't doing an impression of her. I just really needed to get the fuck out, and I needed to get fucked, and you weren't there. That's hardly my fault. I wasn't jumping countries for a chance at love. I know that's not ever happening. I just have to learn to find my Valhalla elsewhere. I'm glad you're here, though. It is nice to see you. I still can't believe you had this whole thing planned, and no one had a clue."
Euan pointed at her. "Vee only ever came here initially for an international booty call with Supercop," he reminded her. He shrugged. "I didn't have anything planned, love. I just left my options open. Unless you all suddenly became fucking mind-readers, why would you know? You plant a seed in someone's head and it grows, whether they intend it to or not. I tell you that I fed you a cuppa with bad milk in it, guarantee you'll start feeling sick, even if the milk was perfectly fine. I didn't want anyone wasting their time thinking about anything I was doing until I knew I was doing it. As simple as that. I didn't know I was doing it until a week before I got here. The lease is still in tact on my apartment over there until March and all my shit is at my brother's. There wasn't a conspiracy. I just don't let weeds grow on my arse once I decide something."
"I don't know how anyone is supposed to keep up with you, even Vee. And I'm not her!" Gee said again before sticking her tongue out at him. "Yours was just the only booty I thought I could semi-rely on, and knew it would perform well. In a non-human vibrator way. But hey, you're not chocolate on legs, and you get turned off by a woman being emotional and hormonal. So maybe it is a good thing I didn't find you. Nothing to quite make you emotional like having your partner's boyfriend nearly killed, and framed for murder. So you still have your lease on the apartment, and your stuff is at your brother's. You're just going to live at a hotel for weeks?"
Euan gave a small laugh and shook his head. "No, love, I'm not. I'm here permanently, start work in the morn, and you just never know what's gonna happen around the corner." He raised his eyebrows at her, watching her for a moment. Then he pointed at her. "That's the exact reason you shouldn't have come over to me to New York on a whim. No amount of international booty, no matter how fucking awesome, was going to take away the fact your partner's boyfriend was nearly killed and framed for murder. You weren't in the right frame of mind to deal with the fact I might not have been there... might not have wanted international booty... might have had my face buried in the pussy of a redhead when you rocked up. It was only going to leave you feeling shit, love. You should have debriefed for a few weeks first, and then booked a ticket to New York. I was a phone call away. You only had to pick up the phone and we could've talked it out before you made any rash decisions. Being a detective, you need to learn to patch up your own emotional conflict before you can pick yourself back up and move onto the next case. Fucking is a band-aid, it isn't going to take away the fact your partner's boyfriend was nearly killed and framed for murder. It would have just left you in New York, post-coital, wanting more fucking and not wanting to face coming back home to deal with what you left behind. And if it was said partner that helped convince you to go, then he's in the same frame of mind. He'd just be wanting you to do what you could to stop the shit cutting deeper than it already has. If he's any sort of honourable bloke, he won't be wanting his shit hurting you more."
"I can fuck and patch up my own shit. I am a woman, I'm capable of multitasking. I'm capable of not seeing you as a block of chocolate, but whatever. You think I'm going to wind up blubbering with you, or trying to rely on you. I already did the blubbering once, I'm not going to do it again. I don't want anything from you." Gee raked her fingers through her hair, and tried to not feel sullen, or not let the disappointment show. She really hadn't been trying to use Euan as anything other than some fun, and she was resenting being forced into the same pigeon hole as Vee and her behaviour with Matt. Nothing quite like being shot down before you even get started. "Stuart was the one that pushed me, but he was just trying to help. It's fine. Although if you want something other than a hotel room his place will be going up for rent. He's moved in with Tom."
Euan held his hands up and then stood up. "Aye, alright. I'll leave you to it, then, with your being a woman and not blubbering, even if you are sulking. And cheers for the thought, but I'll find somewhere close to work. Wouldn't want any awkward strings anywhere." He was already digging around in his pocket for his smokes. He hadn't even had a chance to get his jacket off, but he was remembering now that he was actually out of cigarettes and needed to get some more. He spotted a notepad by the telephone and scrawled and messy and crass message on it to Vee and then straighted up again, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked down at Gee. "I'll catch you around then. And just for the record, you relied on me to be there," he said with a slight tild of his head.
"It was a mistake," Gee mumbled as she looked down at her hands while she fidgeted with her fingers. "And I missed you. Now I know it was just stupid, and I'm sorry if I ever expected anything. I'll just do the detective thing and deal with all my own shit on my own. Heaven forbid I want some comfort, or to feel anything else other than horror at what people are capable of. Enjoy your string free life, Detective Fitzpatrick."
Euan smirked. "That's Detective Sergeant to you, Constable," he returned and then let out a rough breath, contemplating her for a few moments. His hands were still tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket and he tapped his legs through the pockets. "You're going to get hurt if you start anything with me. You need a bloke like Supercop, who's got what it takes to give you all that comfort and positive vibes. I'm a selfish bastard, I think about myself all the time. My comfort is being able to do whatever the fuck I want. You don't need that, love."
Gee finally looked up at him, her blue eyes flashing. "My apologies, Detective Sergeant." She got to her feet to arch her eyebrow at him, and held his gaze. "I don't need you telling me what I do, and don't need. I don't want a guy like Matt. As much as I like him, he's never actually done anything for me. You didn't actually do so badly at the comfort when I got the call about Stuart and Tom, or was that just your fucking medication? But fine, whatever. Just do exactly what everyone else does and make decisions on my behalf. You are my superior, after all."
Euan didn't say anything at first. He just held her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Aye, it was the medication," was all he eventually said, snorting softly as he shook his head. He backed up, heading towards the door. This is the exact reason why he didn't want Vee sticking her fucking nose into things with Gee. It had come a complete circle and he was still here being blamed for it all. They could've had fun but emotions got involved too quickly. This is the reason why he hadn't let himself stick in one place too long. "Good luck finding what you do need then, Detective," he added, already stalking towards the door to leave. He didn't even bother looking back before he left, slamming the door in his wake.
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