[RP] Enter the Twilight Zone - with hasperkynipples & somuchas_twitch

[absit_omens]

November 26th, 2010There were many times that having her cellphone go off five times in a row made Anna very cranky. But in the middle of this particularly bad date? It was welcome. And as her heels clicked loudly along the subway platform, it was obvious that she was happy to be on a crime scene. Her long, black coat billowed behind her as she

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[somuchas_twitch]

Olivia had seen something like this before, unfortunately. It had led to a series of days repeating, and a strong sense of deja vu. She had thought she was losing her mind at the time, but now it was just a matter of figuring out who had managed to decipher Peck's research and build a time machine of their own. Dean was walking beside her, and pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked.

"You alright there, Dean?" she smirked, looking over at him.

"You should have just let me friggin' drive," he sighed, shaking his head a bit. "Might have saved me a hell of a trip."

"We warned you about taking drugs from Walter."

"And I warned you about my unholy fear of planes," Dean pointed out, raising an eyebrow in her direction, before shaking his head again. "You deal with the NYPD. I'm going to go take witness statements."

"You do that," Olivia nodded, before moving to step onto the train from the platform and flashing her badge at the two women standing there. "Ladies, I'm Agent Olivia Dunham -- FBI. Which one of you is Detective

[hasperkynipples]

"Boston," he said with a sigh. "She was chasing a ghost. I pretty much saved her ass."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "If you two are going to play catch-up, can you do it while you're canvasing the scene?" Dean glanced back to her, and he knew that was keep the cop busy while they abducted the bodies to take them back to their lab. He didn't exactly feel great doing it, but he knew that it was better for Anna this way.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Let's go -- let the mad scientist do his work."

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Crossing her arms over her chest with a scoff, Anna shot a glare at Olivia. "How about we stay with the bodies and you two go canvass the scene?" Anna knew how this game worked. She'd played this trick before to get around a crime scene or two.

"I'm not movin' til I get answers."

[hasperkynipples]

"Anna. If you stay, Walter will only make more comments about your boobs, and you won't get any answers. Trust me. You're only gonna distract him." Dean gave her a soft look and hoped that she would buy it. "Walter speaks a language only Walter, Peter and Olivia can understand, and somebody's gotta do the legwork."

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Anna's expression softened when she met Dean's eyes, but then she remembered that she was working right now and she'd get her ass handed to her if the FBI walked away with her victims. "I move, and those bodies disappear, and then I ride a desk for a week because I let the Feds trample all over my case when they have no jurisdiction here."

Anna expected some surprise from Dean since the last time they spoke it turned into another one of their explosive, emotional fights and she was... oddly calm. Leaning in towards Dean, she kept her voice low so the others couldn't hear. "Please don't look at me like that."

[hasperkynipples]

He dropped the look, but was still looking her in the eye, focused on convincing her that they were in the right here. "They do have jurisdiction here. I promise. They wouldn't be here if they didn't. I'll tell you all about it, just ... let Walter do his job, okay? He doesn't do well with conflict, and we need him to get this right."

And he knew what was coming next was a low blow, but he was good at his job. "You do trust me, don't you?"

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"I'm not losin' my job over this, Dean." The stress was starting to make her sweat and Anna was good at her job, too. Which meant that the integrity of her crime scene came before personal loyalties - Mac taught her that much.

Maybe this was a low blow as well, but Dean started it. Shedding her coat, Anna passed it off to a uniformed officer and pushed her hair off of her shoulder. She was bringing out the tattoo (without realizing the significance of the whole event behind it) and the rather nasty scar from the shotgun blast that nearly crippled her arm. "Don't you dare play that card."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean's eyes darkened, and he looked away, feeling that one like a punch to the gut. His eyes went to Olivia, and he could tell from the look on her face that that? Was not the card that Anna should have played. He was about to have a response to that, when he heard Broyles' curt voice over his shoulder.

"If you had left the crime scene when requested, Detective, your job wouldn't be in question," he said evenly, before stepping forward, his badge and a piece of paper in hand. "You were told, by your supervisor, to secure the crime scene. Nothing more, nothing less, and I do not appreciate your trying to insinuate your way onto my case. That is a writ giving jurdisction over these bodies to the Fringe division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and unless you do as your told and either canvass the scene with Agent Winchester or otherwise leave the premises, I will be filing a formal complaint with your supervisor."He paused for a moment, letting her read over the paper and Dean closed his eyes. "I was handling it, sir."

[absit_omens]

After reviewing the paperwork carefully, Anna nodded and returned the papers to Broyles. If there was one thing Anna still needed to work on, it was playing nice with the big boys. She simply nodded at Broyles and turned towards the officers and CSI's waiting on her call.

"Alright, guys, we're bein' shut out here. Whatever the agents need, you give it to them. Dr. Kent, you can return to the morgue. Your services don't appear to be needed."

The room went silent for a few seconds until she motioned for Dean to follow her. "Shall we, Agent Winchester?"

[hasperkynipples]

Dean gave her a thin smile. "Be there in a second." He gave Broyles a look back, as he turned to follow her out of the car. Broyles was a scary SOB -- even Dean didn't fight him much when it came to authority, but he did have a way of being a scary SOB in a way that hung Dean out to dry.

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Once it was just the two of them on the platform, she stopped to look at Dean. "I have a few things to say to you right now."

[hasperkynipples]

"I know. Believe me, I know," Dean sighed, before gesturing over to the tunnel. "But can you wait to chew me out until we get to the tunnel? I'd rather not have our dirty laundry aired out for the rest of the division to hear." A beat. "Even if most of it was my fault, and I don't really have the right to ask that."

Okay. Good. That didn't sound to rambling or awkward at all.

[absit_omens]

Her only response was a nod - until they reached the tunnel. That's when she stood right in front of him and smiled. "You look ridiculous - I know you have better suits than that. And you look good, Dean. Really good."

Leaning forward, she reached up to gently straighten his tie as she continued. "And... I'm sorry about back there. I know it hurt quite a bit. That was a low blow and you didn't deserve that."

[hasperkynipples]

He chuckled, and visibly relaxed as he let her fix his tie. It definitely wasn't what he was expecting, but he would take it over her yelling at him. "Yeah, well -- I haven't exactly made enough to start splurging on work attire quite yet. I actually have to pay for a lot of things I need now, and I don't make that much."

He let out a breath. "You look good too. And I'm sorry about Broyles. He doesn't like it when people fuck with his people."

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"Welcome to the life of a civil servant, Dean. We're overworked, underpaid, overcaffeinated, and underappreciated." Smoothing out his jacket, she let her hands linger a moment before stepping out of his personal space.

"Don't worry about it, Dean. I've been in the game for a long time, and pissing matches like that come with the territory. How are you doin', by the way? Aside from being really nervous because I'm here."

[hasperkynipples]

"Me? I'm ... well, I'm not great, but I've been worse." He clicked on the flashlight as they started to move down the tunnel, looking for clues. "There was that whole month after Sam ... " He stopped, getting a handle on himself again, before shrugging. " ... Olivia really helped me out a lot. She's not as terrible as you think she is."

And don't bother denying it, Anna. You may be an empath, but he's been reading people since he was twelve.