Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[fourstonewalls]

[from here]"The morgue is at the end of this hall." It had seemed longer, in the confusion and the darkness of her first night here. The big fire doors halfway down it being open had helped as well. "Through those doors, and all the way down on the left

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[tasteoftruth]

If she wanted to comment on his personal life, fine. He would take the gloves off. Badd shot a glare at the back fo her head as he followed her down the dim hall.

"You're the last person who ought to be talking about trust. You put your trust in Gant and look what he did to your life. People put their trust in you as a detective and a prosecutor, and it was betrayed. Maybe you didn't want to, maybe you did it for all the right reasons, but it happened." And hadn't he done the same? He'd put a gun to the high prosecutor's back. People had generally trusted him to avoid doing that kind of thing. "Faraday's safer if he doesn't trust me, and he's got no good reason to go doing so in the first place."

[fourstonewalls]

"I was wrong." She'd never expected it would feel so good to say that. "Wrong to have trusted him, wrong to have tried to hide the truth, wrong to have stopped listening. I can't give anyone their life back. All I can do is move forward." He has absolutely nothing to lose, Detective. If you can't see that, you're being willfully blind. He blamed himself for Faraday's death, that much was clear.

The door was locked; a few sharp raps with the candlestick didn't do more than flake a bit of paint off. Lana stepped back and squared her shoulders. They were tiny compared to Badd's, but every little bit helped. "Count of three?"

She counted slowly, and then, whether or not he was going to help, slammed her shoulder into the door.

[tasteoftruth]

Badd sighed, and then came over to help her with the door. Skye might have passed all the police fitness requirements but he was still the stronger of the two.

The door shuddered, but didn't give. "Move forward with the same mistakes. The only harm in being paranoid is a few hurt feelings." He slammed the door again, taking his anger out on the one thing in the room he was sure wasn't an innocent person in disguise. "Hurt feelings don't get people killed."

[fourstonewalls]

Thud. Thud. Crack. One of the hinges gave, and then the other. Badd wasn't the only one taking out his frustrations on rusted metal, for all he was more effective at it.

"I'm not sure it's that cut and dried. But I will, thank you." Move forward to the next hallway, at least. She pulled the door open enough to step through herself, and then hauled it open further for Badd to follow. "It's one thing to avoid sparing someone's feelings."

And another to lash out just because you're afraid.

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