San Francisco: Lindsay's Apartment
Linz hadn't heard from him in two days but through the grapevine she knew that Jacobi had caught the killer of the wine broker. Turns out his supplier was selling counterfeit wine and the broker was going to turn him in. For his honestly the broker got run over with a vintage SUV.
She wasn't suprised to see him on her doorstep when she came back from walking Martha but the look on his face told her it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
"Hey, Partner. Here to try and talk me back?"
Warren Jacobi gave her a long steady stare. One that he usually reserved for guilty suspects that were sitting across from him in an interrogation room. "I took a peek at the love note the FBI received. It's a great picture."
Shit. Was John Ash posting that picture on the bulletin board now? "Jacobi-"
"You didn't tell me!" Jacobi growled as he pointed his finger directly in her face. "Did you tell anyone? Did you tell Claire? Jill? Your reporter friend?"
"He's a coward," Linz replied evenly as she tried to stand her ground. "He would never go toe-to-toe with me."
"Oh! So you think you're safe because of that gun on your hip. Or that extra one you've got strapped to that skinny little calf," He snapped and then nodded when she saw Linz take a step back. "Oh yeah, I know you're packing. You can tell everyone in the world you're not scared but you've never did that before now have you? This psychopath has murdered three women that we know of! And he doesn't just do it in one way, oh no, he uses all manner of torture."
"I'm trained! I can handle him," Linz protested but didn't get very far when Jacobi stepped up to her face and began to shout.
"He could shoot you with a sniper rifle from across the street! He could put a bomb on your car! He could get into your apartment and slit Martha's throat and get to you before you even got a hand on one of your precious guns!" He screamed and then gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. "You wanna work yourself into the ground? Fine. You wanna sit home every weekend? Fine. Hell, you wanna have sex with your ex-husband, who happens to be our boss, and pretend that it didn't happen? FINE! I might think it's sad and stupid, but that's your business! But this, this is my business! And not just because I love you! I could be in that car he bombs! I could be standing next to you on that street!"
Linz felt her knees beging to buckle a bit and her voice started to crack. Anyone else yelling at her she could take. But this? "I'm sorry. Jacobi, I-"
Jacobi waved her apology off, not wanting to hear any of it. "I don't know what you think this is, but it's not partners. Because partners are in this together! And you... baby, you just made sure you're in this all by yourself."
He turned on his heel and walked away as Linz wiped her eyes.
"Jacobi! Wait!"
He stopped at the gate but didn't turn around.
"I put in my papers today," she said quietly. "I took my ten year pension. I'm not going back."
"Well, I guess this is it then," he said shortly and violently pushed open the gate and walked away.
Linz stood on the porch a good five minutes watching him go before she went inside to figure out just what the hell she was going to do next.
[Dialogue taken and tweaked a bit from the WMC episode "The FBI Guy". NFB because STILL not in Fandom yet.]
She wasn't suprised to see him on her doorstep when she came back from walking Martha but the look on his face told her it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
"Hey, Partner. Here to try and talk me back?"
Warren Jacobi gave her a long steady stare. One that he usually reserved for guilty suspects that were sitting across from him in an interrogation room. "I took a peek at the love note the FBI received. It's a great picture."
Shit. Was John Ash posting that picture on the bulletin board now? "Jacobi-"
"You didn't tell me!" Jacobi growled as he pointed his finger directly in her face. "Did you tell anyone? Did you tell Claire? Jill? Your reporter friend?"
"He's a coward," Linz replied evenly as she tried to stand her ground. "He would never go toe-to-toe with me."
"Oh! So you think you're safe because of that gun on your hip. Or that extra one you've got strapped to that skinny little calf," He snapped and then nodded when she saw Linz take a step back. "Oh yeah, I know you're packing. You can tell everyone in the world you're not scared but you've never did that before now have you? This psychopath has murdered three women that we know of! And he doesn't just do it in one way, oh no, he uses all manner of torture."
"I'm trained! I can handle him," Linz protested but didn't get very far when Jacobi stepped up to her face and began to shout.
"He could shoot you with a sniper rifle from across the street! He could put a bomb on your car! He could get into your apartment and slit Martha's throat and get to you before you even got a hand on one of your precious guns!" He screamed and then gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. "You wanna work yourself into the ground? Fine. You wanna sit home every weekend? Fine. Hell, you wanna have sex with your ex-husband, who happens to be our boss, and pretend that it didn't happen? FINE! I might think it's sad and stupid, but that's your business! But this, this is my business! And not just because I love you! I could be in that car he bombs! I could be standing next to you on that street!"
Linz felt her knees beging to buckle a bit and her voice started to crack. Anyone else yelling at her she could take. But this? "I'm sorry. Jacobi, I-"
Jacobi waved her apology off, not wanting to hear any of it. "I don't know what you think this is, but it's not partners. Because partners are in this together! And you... baby, you just made sure you're in this all by yourself."
He turned on his heel and walked away as Linz wiped her eyes.
"Jacobi! Wait!"
He stopped at the gate but didn't turn around.
"I put in my papers today," she said quietly. "I took my ten year pension. I'm not going back."
"Well, I guess this is it then," he said shortly and violently pushed open the gate and walked away.
Linz stood on the porch a good five minutes watching him go before she went inside to figure out just what the hell she was going to do next.
[Dialogue taken and tweaked a bit from the WMC episode "The FBI Guy". NFB because STILL not in Fandom yet.]