The Crime Scene Unit has been to this apartment before, and not long ago: they know their way and their duty, and don't speak much except in quiet, monosyllabic query and response. You got that? -Yeah, I'm good here. Thanks.Answering machine's tape is popped out and popped into a bag, sealed and tagged as evidence ( Read more... )

"-eaking news: this station has received a home video of - it seems - the murder of reporter Leah Canto at the hands of the Friends of Humanity. Naturally, we can't yet confirm the authenticity of this video, which was sent anonymously to several major news outlets - or air it because of its extremely graphic nature - but we can say that it appears ( Read more... )

Assholes in the squadroom-

No, never mind them. Mind him. He's right; it'll pass. ("This too shall pass," as Aunt Ginnie always says, and damned if she's not right.) In the meantime, screw them and the horses they rode in on. I've got bigger worries: this interview (what do you mean, you can't do it until Monday? What the hell, CNN?), the phone ( Read more... )

Wow. Wow. He really knows what to do with a throbbing engine between the legs, I'll tell you what.

Where the hell is Rossi, anyway? I'd better leave a message for my agents. Maybe that CNN producer can be sweet-talked into a new idea. . . .

( 'But motorcycles are completely unsexual. We'll do it again.' [Scott] )

Don't know if I can ever go back to that place. Rossi'll be disappointed. He does love their garlic bread. Strong enough to kill a vampire two blocks away.

Shit. Shit, woman, what's gotten into you? Seeing Percy's a surprise, seeing Bahir's a surprise- Yeah. Yeah, there we go. Percy palling around with the asshole brother of the guy you used, or ( Read more... )

That dear boy. John. My-

He could have been my student. Protege. If only-

He left. But he came back. He did bad things. But so did I.

Raymond Hubbard wants the Brotherhood exterminated. I just want to see my young friend published someday.

Look after him, God. Take care of all Your lost sheep, every last one of us.

( 'For some reason, I thought that you might understand. Or at least...at least try to.' [Pyro] )

Nice night out with a redneck tough guy. Ha. I think I surprised him with my vehemence over wanting Magneto dead and buried, but he's the one who wants the whole Brotherhood wiped out ( Read more... )

A real and proper date, at a French restaurant, no less. I think if we had kept throwing food and talking about lube, we would have gotten a real and proper ejection, too.

As it is . . .

Man. Man. I should be worried about my life going so good right now, right?

( 'Relationships. I forgot how much fun they were.' [Rossi] [R for language] )

Done, then. I turn my coat and trust to the cops and the muties to save me from the bad guys.

It's a crazy world. I wish I could stop shaking. Maybe Rossi's home.

Think I could get something into Time, maybe? Would "Leah Canto has an important announcement to make about her association with the Friends of Humanity" be enough to turn editors' ( Read more... )

Dating. Right. But-

Yeah. Well. I wasted too many damn months on the wrong brother, that's for sure.

Never going to get all the gelato out of the cracks between the floor tiles. Crap.

( 'I know we're not -- I meant, you know. Seeing each other. Sort of. Whatever it is we're doing.' [Rossi] )