Shades Of Grey - Part Ten
Previous Parts:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/76474.html - Part One
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/76667.html - Part Two
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/77032.html - Part Three
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/77449.html - Part Four
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/79511.html - Part Five
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/85005.html - Part Six
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/87110.html - Part Seven
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/88061.html - Part Eight
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/107049.html - Part Nine
Shades Of Grey - Part Ten
“Angels?” Emily’s eyes widened at the two syllable word. Her breath staggered to keep pace with her fear. “But you said...” She stopped in her confusion to try and find the right words. Her brow filled with indented lines of frustration. “You said you saved me.”
Thomas carefully adjusted the flower again in a comforting gesture. After securing the flower in a safe spot away from her worrisome and stressed grasp, he pulled back once more. “I did save you, you’re not dying. You’re healthy, and here with me.” His blue eyes sought out hers for a sign of relief at his words, but as he spoke them he saw only sadness replace the fear.
“Where am I Thomas?” She lifted her chin to allow her eyes to drift in the direction of his voice.
“I’m not sure I can describe it with words, but I’ll try.” He spoke with a gentle guiding tone. His reluctance in his answers seemed distant now. He warned her of taking in too much but her persistence won. “You are somewhere in between. You’re neither where you were, or where Amanda and Melissa are.” Thomas tried to gauge her reaction carefully. “Does that make sense to you, or am I confusing you more?”
“I understand.” She gave a slow nod before her eyes lowered to the blanket they sat upon. Her fingers absentmindedly plucked at the folds in the material as she struggled with the flood of questions his description created.
“It was the safest place that I could bring you.” He frowned as he watched her fall quiet to the inner confusion inside her own mind.
“But you saved me, shouldn’t I be safe now?” Emily’s deep brown irises still remained focused on the red and white contrasting squares of the blanket.
“I wish you were, but unfortunately you’re not. I wouldn’t keep you here unless I had a reason.” Thomas sighed as his hand slid across the length between them to let his fingers cover hers. “Emily, trust me... please.” His voice sounded sincere and genuine but it hinted at sadness. He knew he was asking too much from her and guilt pulled at him.
She felt the gentleness of his touch reach her skin and she closed her eyes briefly in thought. “It’s hard to trust only a stranger’s voice and touch, Thomas.” She reopened her eyes to trail them where she felt him.
“I am no stranger to you Emily, but I offer you the chance to get to know me again.” He tapped his fingertips on the top knuckles of her fingers as if they were piano keys. “You just have to be patient and allow me time to answer your questions. I will never leave one unanswered.”
“Are you my guardian angel?” She shifted her weight so she could use her other hand to blindly find his.
“You could say that.” He watched her with curiosity as she fumbled to find the exact whereabouts of his hand.
“Could you give me a yes or no answer for once?” She smirked as she found his index finger and trapped it with her hand.
“Hey! ” He laughed easily and tried to gently yank his finger back, though she didn’t release it. “Ok, ok. Yes, I am.” He gave a boyish grin to her tactics, smart as they were.
Upon getting her answer, she granted his finger freedom from her grip and laughed. Her laugh danced a melody in his ears. And for a moment, he sat there content with the sound of her without any pain or worry - even if it was fleeting.
“That’s better.” She smiled as she turned slowly to take in her surroundings again. The vivid colors captivated her. It was peaceful here, and the beauty drew her away from any sadness that kept a protective hold on her heart. “You have a vivid imagination.” She commented as her eyes swept over endless rows of flowers. Layers upon layers of flowers that would not normally grow together found a euphoric harmony in this never ending garden.
He watched her silently appraising his creation. While she had been taking in the scenery that framed them, he had never taken his eyes off of her. Thomas was unwilling to break her moment of serenity so he remained quiet, simply watching her.
“Is it normal for guardian angels to kidnap their uhm, charges?” She gave another smirk, though she honestly did want a genuine answer to her question. Emily turned once again to where the sound of his voice previously was as if she could actually see him, though she couldn’t.
“Not exactly.” He replied to her question.
“What did I say about giving me round about answers Thomas?” She frowned.
“It’s not a black and white question and I can’t give it a black and white answer, I’m sorry Emily.” He matched her frown. “Though in my defense, I did not kidnap you. I’m protecting you, there is a difference.”
“Protecting me from what?” She straightened her frown.
“That night, in the car - it wasn’t your time.” He offered her.
“Then why not return me to mourn my friends back home.” Her lips pursed with a tinge of anger, creating lines in her lips to further her emotion.
“What you want me to say is not something I can say in a careful and thoughtful way of your emotions Emily. You’re making this rather hard, though I know if I was in your shoes, I would be just as determined to get answers.” He sighed.
“Tell me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She pressed him further.
“Fine. If I take you back home right now - you will die. And I am not willing to deliver you to death as that is not my job.” For the first time, Thomas showed irritance, frustration, and difficulty explaining things in a way that allowed her to grasp it fully without overwhelming her.
“Die how?” The anger was easily replaced by worry.
“This is what I wanted to avoid Emily. Because that I can’t tell you. I just have to keep you safe till it is time to return you home where you will be safe. I worked hard for this, but it comes with a few price tags. One of which, you cannot know the full details of. This - you will have to trust me on. Whether you like it or not.”
“And if I don’t?” She smirked and raised her chin slightly.
“Then you don’t Emily. I’m not trying to make this harder on you. But please don’t make it harder on yourself. Come, let’s go for a walk and enjoy the garden.” Thomas rose up from the blanket and lightly grazed her shoulder with his fingertips to let her know where he was.
“You’re mad at me now?” She lifted her hand up to find his and pull herself up with his help. She straightened her skirt gently as she stood, removing any grass or debris from it.
Thomas easily helped her up as he returned her arm around his to escort her into the garden itself. He shook his head as he spoke again. “I’m not mad at you, not in the slightest. We both are just getting frustrated at how the situation is at the moment.” Thomas sighed a moment before continuing on. “Remember when I told you I broke two rules with saving you?”
Emily nodded though offered no words to his question.
“When I said price tags, I meant exactly what I said. Because I broke rules, I have to abide by them. They’re frustrating to both you and I. If I had the chance to break more rules without punishment, then the situation would be completely different. I want you to know that.” He sighed once more and fell silent. His words left for her to absorb.
“I understand. But when will I be safe enough to return back home?” She slowed her steps until finally stopping at a colorful blue flower that matched the color of the stone in her necklace. Emily leaned over and took in it’s scent.
“I don’t know yet. When the time is right I will know, and so will you.” Thomas paused in his steps to allow her the chance to enjoy the flower he created.
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Feinsberg had taken a trip out to the site of the accident and began walking around the tall grass looking for clues the police department might have missed. Cars seemed to whiz by the turn faster than the speed limit should allow, and after the first five cars topped speeds unsuitable for the turn he began to reinact the scene of that night in his head.
Lost to his thoughts, Feinsberg completely missed the car that slowed down to park off to the side. With it’s familiar sirens atop it’s roof, it wasn’t hard to figure out who it belonged to. Finally his concentration was broken by detective Frost’s voice. “You’re not gonna find anything out here, Feinsberg, go home.”
Feinsberg blinked from his daze and turned to Frost with a smirk. “You really do have grudge written all over you. Rather than admit you’re at a stand still and need another head to help solve this case, you’d rather cut your nose off to spite your face. And over something that happened ages ago.” Feinsberg shook his head and looked down to notice that the heel of a girl’s shoe was about to trip him as he started to walk for Frost. He stopped, and picked it up with gloved hands to examine it.
“This has nothing to do with what happened at the academy Mike. You were an asshole then and you’re still one now. You just want a chance to rub it in my face.” Frost tilted his head to look at the heel that Feinsberg picked up.
“If I wanted to rub it in your face Cal, I wouldn’t have offered to give you all the credit. This is just a case, that just happened to be in your jurisdiction.” Though as he spoke, he continued to look over the heel.
“You knew this was my jurisdiction, in fact that probably was the deciding factor of why you took the case.” Frost moved to stand at Feinsberg’s side, both looking over the heel while arguing over their old grudges and pasts.
“Oh yes, I saw that, and thought, that will be worth the trip all the way down here in no man’s land to rub it in your face that you failed the academy and still blame me for it.” Feinsberg looked back down to the area of grass where he found the heel.
“I blame the reason that caused me to get dismissed from it Mike. Which just so happens to be you.” Without further words, Frost had begun to search the grass surrounding the area where Feinsberg found the heel. Oddly enough both men were bickering like kids over childish things yet as they bickered, they worked in unison to find further clues. And without their knowledge that they were doing so. As if old habits found themselves in new circumstances.
“Do you think this came from our accident, or accidents previous?” Feinsberg asked as he looked around.
“We’ll have to bring it back to the lab and process it to determine that. You should probably ask Emily’s parents if she owned any black high heels that would belong to when it’s processed.” Frost said absent mindedly as if working along side his partner.
“Indeed. Then by all means, I do believe this belongs to you.” Feinsberg waited for Frost to put on his latex gloves and then handed the evidence over to him. Though as he handed it over, he smiled. “Just like old times Cal.” He grinned.
“When this case is over Feinsberg I want you as far out of my jurisdiction as physics will allow. We’re not friends anymore.” Frost returned back to his anger. “Or I’ll find reasons to get you out of it.”
“Duly noted. Let me know what you find out and I will ask the parents.” With that, Feinsberg started back to his car turning his back to Frost as he made his way back up the sloping hill of grass. “One more thing though, maybe you should check your information again on the academy, you might be surprised what you find out if you look at it with a clear head and not a hot tempered one.”
Before Frost could cuss and growl at Feinsberg, he was already getting back into his car. After the door was shut, he turned back onto the road and headed off. Frost in turn did the same, though with more than just Emily’s case on his mind now.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/76474.html - Part One
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/76667.html - Part Two
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/77032.html - Part Three
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/77449.html - Part Four
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/79511.html - Part Five
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/85005.html - Part Six
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/87110.html - Part Seven
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/88061.html - Part Eight
http://www.livejournal.com/users/trustedfaith/107049.html - Part Nine
Shades Of Grey - Part Ten
“Angels?” Emily’s eyes widened at the two syllable word. Her breath staggered to keep pace with her fear. “But you said...” She stopped in her confusion to try and find the right words. Her brow filled with indented lines of frustration. “You said you saved me.”
Thomas carefully adjusted the flower again in a comforting gesture. After securing the flower in a safe spot away from her worrisome and stressed grasp, he pulled back once more. “I did save you, you’re not dying. You’re healthy, and here with me.” His blue eyes sought out hers for a sign of relief at his words, but as he spoke them he saw only sadness replace the fear.
“Where am I Thomas?” She lifted her chin to allow her eyes to drift in the direction of his voice.
“I’m not sure I can describe it with words, but I’ll try.” He spoke with a gentle guiding tone. His reluctance in his answers seemed distant now. He warned her of taking in too much but her persistence won. “You are somewhere in between. You’re neither where you were, or where Amanda and Melissa are.” Thomas tried to gauge her reaction carefully. “Does that make sense to you, or am I confusing you more?”
“I understand.” She gave a slow nod before her eyes lowered to the blanket they sat upon. Her fingers absentmindedly plucked at the folds in the material as she struggled with the flood of questions his description created.
“It was the safest place that I could bring you.” He frowned as he watched her fall quiet to the inner confusion inside her own mind.
“But you saved me, shouldn’t I be safe now?” Emily’s deep brown irises still remained focused on the red and white contrasting squares of the blanket.
“I wish you were, but unfortunately you’re not. I wouldn’t keep you here unless I had a reason.” Thomas sighed as his hand slid across the length between them to let his fingers cover hers. “Emily, trust me... please.” His voice sounded sincere and genuine but it hinted at sadness. He knew he was asking too much from her and guilt pulled at him.
She felt the gentleness of his touch reach her skin and she closed her eyes briefly in thought. “It’s hard to trust only a stranger’s voice and touch, Thomas.” She reopened her eyes to trail them where she felt him.
“I am no stranger to you Emily, but I offer you the chance to get to know me again.” He tapped his fingertips on the top knuckles of her fingers as if they were piano keys. “You just have to be patient and allow me time to answer your questions. I will never leave one unanswered.”
“Are you my guardian angel?” She shifted her weight so she could use her other hand to blindly find his.
“You could say that.” He watched her with curiosity as she fumbled to find the exact whereabouts of his hand.
“Could you give me a yes or no answer for once?” She smirked as she found his index finger and trapped it with her hand.
“Hey! ” He laughed easily and tried to gently yank his finger back, though she didn’t release it. “Ok, ok. Yes, I am.” He gave a boyish grin to her tactics, smart as they were.
Upon getting her answer, she granted his finger freedom from her grip and laughed. Her laugh danced a melody in his ears. And for a moment, he sat there content with the sound of her without any pain or worry - even if it was fleeting.
“That’s better.” She smiled as she turned slowly to take in her surroundings again. The vivid colors captivated her. It was peaceful here, and the beauty drew her away from any sadness that kept a protective hold on her heart. “You have a vivid imagination.” She commented as her eyes swept over endless rows of flowers. Layers upon layers of flowers that would not normally grow together found a euphoric harmony in this never ending garden.
He watched her silently appraising his creation. While she had been taking in the scenery that framed them, he had never taken his eyes off of her. Thomas was unwilling to break her moment of serenity so he remained quiet, simply watching her.
“Is it normal for guardian angels to kidnap their uhm, charges?” She gave another smirk, though she honestly did want a genuine answer to her question. Emily turned once again to where the sound of his voice previously was as if she could actually see him, though she couldn’t.
“Not exactly.” He replied to her question.
“What did I say about giving me round about answers Thomas?” She frowned.
“It’s not a black and white question and I can’t give it a black and white answer, I’m sorry Emily.” He matched her frown. “Though in my defense, I did not kidnap you. I’m protecting you, there is a difference.”
“Protecting me from what?” She straightened her frown.
“That night, in the car - it wasn’t your time.” He offered her.
“Then why not return me to mourn my friends back home.” Her lips pursed with a tinge of anger, creating lines in her lips to further her emotion.
“What you want me to say is not something I can say in a careful and thoughtful way of your emotions Emily. You’re making this rather hard, though I know if I was in your shoes, I would be just as determined to get answers.” He sighed.
“Tell me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She pressed him further.
“Fine. If I take you back home right now - you will die. And I am not willing to deliver you to death as that is not my job.” For the first time, Thomas showed irritance, frustration, and difficulty explaining things in a way that allowed her to grasp it fully without overwhelming her.
“Die how?” The anger was easily replaced by worry.
“This is what I wanted to avoid Emily. Because that I can’t tell you. I just have to keep you safe till it is time to return you home where you will be safe. I worked hard for this, but it comes with a few price tags. One of which, you cannot know the full details of. This - you will have to trust me on. Whether you like it or not.”
“And if I don’t?” She smirked and raised her chin slightly.
“Then you don’t Emily. I’m not trying to make this harder on you. But please don’t make it harder on yourself. Come, let’s go for a walk and enjoy the garden.” Thomas rose up from the blanket and lightly grazed her shoulder with his fingertips to let her know where he was.
“You’re mad at me now?” She lifted her hand up to find his and pull herself up with his help. She straightened her skirt gently as she stood, removing any grass or debris from it.
Thomas easily helped her up as he returned her arm around his to escort her into the garden itself. He shook his head as he spoke again. “I’m not mad at you, not in the slightest. We both are just getting frustrated at how the situation is at the moment.” Thomas sighed a moment before continuing on. “Remember when I told you I broke two rules with saving you?”
Emily nodded though offered no words to his question.
“When I said price tags, I meant exactly what I said. Because I broke rules, I have to abide by them. They’re frustrating to both you and I. If I had the chance to break more rules without punishment, then the situation would be completely different. I want you to know that.” He sighed once more and fell silent. His words left for her to absorb.
“I understand. But when will I be safe enough to return back home?” She slowed her steps until finally stopping at a colorful blue flower that matched the color of the stone in her necklace. Emily leaned over and took in it’s scent.
“I don’t know yet. When the time is right I will know, and so will you.” Thomas paused in his steps to allow her the chance to enjoy the flower he created.
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Feinsberg had taken a trip out to the site of the accident and began walking around the tall grass looking for clues the police department might have missed. Cars seemed to whiz by the turn faster than the speed limit should allow, and after the first five cars topped speeds unsuitable for the turn he began to reinact the scene of that night in his head.
Lost to his thoughts, Feinsberg completely missed the car that slowed down to park off to the side. With it’s familiar sirens atop it’s roof, it wasn’t hard to figure out who it belonged to. Finally his concentration was broken by detective Frost’s voice. “You’re not gonna find anything out here, Feinsberg, go home.”
Feinsberg blinked from his daze and turned to Frost with a smirk. “You really do have grudge written all over you. Rather than admit you’re at a stand still and need another head to help solve this case, you’d rather cut your nose off to spite your face. And over something that happened ages ago.” Feinsberg shook his head and looked down to notice that the heel of a girl’s shoe was about to trip him as he started to walk for Frost. He stopped, and picked it up with gloved hands to examine it.
“This has nothing to do with what happened at the academy Mike. You were an asshole then and you’re still one now. You just want a chance to rub it in my face.” Frost tilted his head to look at the heel that Feinsberg picked up.
“If I wanted to rub it in your face Cal, I wouldn’t have offered to give you all the credit. This is just a case, that just happened to be in your jurisdiction.” Though as he spoke, he continued to look over the heel.
“You knew this was my jurisdiction, in fact that probably was the deciding factor of why you took the case.” Frost moved to stand at Feinsberg’s side, both looking over the heel while arguing over their old grudges and pasts.
“Oh yes, I saw that, and thought, that will be worth the trip all the way down here in no man’s land to rub it in your face that you failed the academy and still blame me for it.” Feinsberg looked back down to the area of grass where he found the heel.
“I blame the reason that caused me to get dismissed from it Mike. Which just so happens to be you.” Without further words, Frost had begun to search the grass surrounding the area where Feinsberg found the heel. Oddly enough both men were bickering like kids over childish things yet as they bickered, they worked in unison to find further clues. And without their knowledge that they were doing so. As if old habits found themselves in new circumstances.
“Do you think this came from our accident, or accidents previous?” Feinsberg asked as he looked around.
“We’ll have to bring it back to the lab and process it to determine that. You should probably ask Emily’s parents if she owned any black high heels that would belong to when it’s processed.” Frost said absent mindedly as if working along side his partner.
“Indeed. Then by all means, I do believe this belongs to you.” Feinsberg waited for Frost to put on his latex gloves and then handed the evidence over to him. Though as he handed it over, he smiled. “Just like old times Cal.” He grinned.
“When this case is over Feinsberg I want you as far out of my jurisdiction as physics will allow. We’re not friends anymore.” Frost returned back to his anger. “Or I’ll find reasons to get you out of it.”
“Duly noted. Let me know what you find out and I will ask the parents.” With that, Feinsberg started back to his car turning his back to Frost as he made his way back up the sloping hill of grass. “One more thing though, maybe you should check your information again on the academy, you might be surprised what you find out if you look at it with a clear head and not a hot tempered one.”
Before Frost could cuss and growl at Feinsberg, he was already getting back into his car. After the door was shut, he turned back onto the road and headed off. Frost in turn did the same, though with more than just Emily’s case on his mind now.