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Meddling; ~Sarah~
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Topic Started: Nov 19 2011, 12:47 AM (986 Views)
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Jonathan
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Nov 19 2011, 12:47 AM
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Lounging on the couch, Jack sifted through the newspaper. Newspaper? Who uses those, right? Well, an expert vigilante has to be up on all the latest news. He also had the local news station running on the background, but television wasn't his thing. The woman on at the moment needed to shave her upper life, it was starting to grow out again. Laughing at his own unspoken joke, he reclined, placing his socked foot up on the coffee table. Skimming the headlines, he saw nothing of interest in the black and white. Was nothing good going on in Phoenix? Sure, some werewolf had been arrested, but who cared about that? It wasn't someone Jack knew, so he didn't matter.
Folding up the paper he noticed the headline on the front and immediately felt like an idiot. Okay, no he didn't. Jack wasn't an idiot. Not ever. Nope. Anyone who suggested otherwise was just jealous of his talent. The headline on the front was something big and bold about a murder. A whole family was chopped up, completely obliterated, and the cops were investigating it. Well, they probably could use Jack's help. He had a pretty good track record. Okay, flawless. Flawless track record. There had yet to be a single case that he hadn't solved. Little did he know that his partner was the one responsible for all the cases. That didn't matter. He was involved. That was what mattered.
Dropping the paper on the table, he sat up and picked up his phone. Dialing Sarah, he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. When she picked up he didn't even give her time to speak. "I've got a new job, Sarah. I'm heading over to the police station, and then I'm coming to get you. Be ready," he said, and then he hung up. Getting into his car, he made his way over to the police station. They were certainly not happy to see him, and he found out that the grumpiest cop of them all was working the case. Thankfully, he has just gotten a new partner and his new partner wasn't as unfond of Jack as he was.
Anyway, it turned out there was a warrant for the neighbor of the deceased. That was definitely a start. Jotting down the details and the address, Jack made his way over to Sarah's house. Getting out, he knocked on the door. "Hey! It's me!" he called, letting himself in. "I've got an address. You ready to go?"
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Sarah
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Nov 19 2011, 01:10 AM
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There was only one reason Sarah even had a newspaper. Jack got the newspaper, which meant Sarah needed the newspaper. She found that waking up a bit earlier than him on slow days, it gave her an advantage, she could flip through and prepare herself when she saw a title she knew he’d jump all over. Today it hadn’t been hard, and even though it was on the front page, she knew it would take him a moment to notice it. Sighing, she’d folded the paper up, showered, threw on some jeans and a plain black baby doll t-shirt, and got to work.
Today was fairly easy, she was editing some novel in the making, and while it wasn’t a steady job, when someone did need an editor, it was a pretty big paycheck. Thankfully, she was one page from being done when her phone went off on her desk. ’I’m too sexy for my shirt’ was playing, the song always cracked her up. Mostly because he had no idea it was his ring tone, but it also suited him so well. Sighing, she just looked at it. This case gave her a bad vibe. The family had been butchered badly. Whatever had done it, it wasn’t something they should toy with. It could get one of them killed. Her hand picked up the phone though, it always did, and it always would. She just listened, and as soon as he hung up, she called the station. “He’s on his way.” Was all she said before hanging up, even if it was a new guy at the desk, just him repeating that would have the other officers aware of who was on his way. Not that she did it to get him in trouble, she did it because her staying civil with the police was what kept them playing nice. The joke was that if Jack didn’t have his babysitter, no one would be able to stand him. That was Sarah’s job though, damage control, fixing what he broke, and making sure that the bad guy ended up where he belonged.
Finishing up her work, glancing at the clock on her cell screen every few moments, she timed it just right. Saving, sending, and shutting down her laptop, she slipped her phone in her pocket, grabbed her keys, and then pulled on her sneakers just as he was knocking on the door. Smiling, she waited for a moment on the other side of the door. “Me who? I can’t just get in the car with some stranger.” She teased before finally unlocking the door and stepping out to greet him, locking the door behind her as she did. “You did read the whole article right? This isn’t like a lot of our others, you really need to watch where you step with this one, I don’t need another hospital visit, let alone a bill.” Last time they’d meddled with something vicious, she’d broken her arm and a werewolf had tossed her through a window cutting her up all over. The scarring was faint in some places, but it still had taken a lot to trap the son of bitch with a busted arm. How Jack managed to escape injuries all the time was beyond her, and it only boosted his ego on just how great of a super hero he was.
Regardless of her worries, she made her way to the car, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling her seat belt while she waited for him to drive to the address he’d acquired. “So who’s address did you get and what can we get from them?” Time to work, time to put her head in complete focus to make sure neither of them got killed and that they didn’t let the bad guy get away. For about 4 hours this morning her life had been blissfully normal, that had to be a new record for Sarah.
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Jonathan
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Nov 19 2011, 05:30 PM
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Jack followed Sarah down to the curb where he had parked, practically skipping with the excitement of another job. The police would again have him to thank when the culprit was brought to justice. Even that grumpy detective couldn't remain grumpy after Jack solved one of the biggest murders of the year. Maybe he would even get a plaque. Something shiny with his name in big, bold letter. 'Jonathan Roger Kennedy, Our Hero.' Yeah, that would work splendidly. If he was feeling generous, he might even let Sarah have her name in the corner. No, that would ruin the splendor of his achievement. She could get a ribbon. One of those ribbons teachers hand out for participation in school activities when you don't actually win anything. Yeah, that sounded just right. Give her credit for a job well done assisting him right up until the arrest without letting it go to her head. Couldn't have her thinking she solved it all on her own, could he?
He was so wrapped up in his own little world that when he opened the car door he almost whacked himself in the face. Close call. He managed to escape it, though, and he brushed off the incident with a coy grin. There wasn't an opponent out there that was too much for Jack Kennedy. Even inanimate ones. Especially inanimate ones. He could whoop their hides with his eyes closed. Yup, that car really didn't know who it was messing with. He would let it off with a warning this time, but next time there would be hell to pay. He almost felt sorry for the car, though. Poor thing. It didn't stand a chance. It had moxy, though, that's what mattered.
Sliding into his seat he scoffed at his sidekick. "Well of course I read the whole article. What kind of fool do you take me for? Really, sweetheart, you should leave the real work to the professionals, and do what you do best." By that, of course, he meant stand there and look pretty. She never was too good with the real work. Like that one time with that werewolf. The crazy beast almost took her arm off. She was lucky he was around or she might have been worse off. The girl spent a ton of time in the hospital because of it. He was really beginning to worry that she wasn't cut out for this type of work. Jack, though, he never got hurt. Professionals didn't get hurt in the line of duty.
Taking the notepad from off the dashboard, he handed it to her. "That's the address. It's for the missing neighbor. She went missing the same day the police showed up," he said, starting the car. "We're going to her house. I have a feeling she might have left something behind to indicate her whereabouts, and you know my feelings are always right." Yup, always. He was sure he was psychic. What did they call it, though? Where he could just feel something in his gut? Like, he knew things. He just knew them.
After a short drive, he pulled into a driveway. He had taken a turn that may have been wrong, but he was sure it was just a shortcut. Lucky enough, he ended back on the right road, and there they were. Getting out, he saw his favorite thing: police tape. "So, where should we start?" he asked Sarah, fully confident this was going to be a productive day.
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Sarah
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Nov 19 2011, 11:39 PM
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Sarah wanted to slap him, well first she wanted to ask exactly what it was he thought she did best, but decided if his answer wasn’t anything other than, ‘making sure I don’t get myself killed’, she would probably hit him. So instead, she rolled her eyes and shook his head, it still amazed her how someone could be so full of themselves after so many times when he clearly needed his ego deflated just a little bit. Taking the notepad from him, she looked at the address, her brain already making a mental note of how to get there. “Well your feelings about where to turn are a bit off today…” She replied, watching the street he needed fly right by. Of course he’d meant to do that though, knowing a shorter way to the address than she did naturally.
She was grateful when they were in the driveway, she didn’t need to be stuck in the car with him making it sound as if she were completely useless to him when she’d done more, put herself in danger for him more times then he would probably ever realize. He didn’t need her help, she got to help, it was an honor for him to let her tag along. Sighing, she got out of the car and looked the house over, before making her way to the front door. “Well, if she left anything behind my guess is she left it inside.” It seemed like the obvious answer, but she enjoyed using her sarcasm around him, mostly because there were many times where he simply missed it completely.
Ducking under the tape, she checked under the door mate first, not believing the officer he’d talked to had given him the key. A lot of people in this neighborhood had one thing in common, a spare key somewhere outside. Her hands slid along the door frame, and just on top she found the spare she’d been looking for. Using it, she unlocked the front door and made her way inside, holding the door open for him, trying not to smile or smirk at all for looking for the key before trying to pick any of the locks.
“So, what are your feelings telling you now?” She inquired, though her eyes were already scanning the inside of the home, looking over everything in the main room, which appeared to be a living room, and she could see the first half of the kitchen, and a hallway off to the left that probably lead to the bedroom and bathroom. While the photos on the wall showed a married couple, it seemed neither of them had been home for a few days, and neither really looked capable of murdering their neighbors with their own two hands, not as brutally as the reports had made it out to be. It meant whoever was responsible had help, which meant they had more then one bad guy to worry about, and multiple bad guys almost always ended with her being injured. Those injuries always ended the same, Jack gloating about how talented he was to avoid injury, and how clumsy she was for getting hurt, and lucky he’d been there to ‘save’ her. Flipping on a lamp, she made her way over to the bookshelf, eyes scanning their bindings out of curiosity for the owners had been reading.
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Jonathan
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Nov 20 2011, 09:05 PM
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Hurrying to the front of the house, Jack ignored the door. Sarah would try the door, wouldn't she? Silly girl. Whoever would leave their door unlocked when running away? She was going to feel so foolish when he got in the house first. Instead of trying the door like an idiot, he moved to the side and tried nudging the window open. It worked. Upon further budging, however, he found that it wasn't going to open all the way. Figuring he could fit through the gap he had made, he hoisted himself up into the window. Crawling in through the window, he managed to get himself stuck. Groaning and pulling at the window, he fell inside on the living room carpet in a heap. The window slammed shut behind him.
Straightening himself, he noticed Sarah was all ready inside. How did she do that? Cheating, obviously. She didn't have the skills to do it like he had. Nope, she had to cheat to get where she was. Lucky for her, she had him around to pick up the slack. "That, my dear," he said, "is how the professionals do it." Tugging at his roughed up shirt and checking his now torn belt, he saw that his belt buckle had come off. But where? Twirling around he was baffled by where that thing could have gone. It wasn't on the carpet. Oh well. He could always buy a new one.
Oh, but she was catching on. Perhaps there was hope for her yet. "My feelings are telling me there's something important in the bedroom," he said, making his way down the hall and leaving Sarah behind. His misguided sense of direction led him into the kitchen first. Well, there was no reason he couldn't check there, too. Touching things, moving them about, clinking dishes together, leaving fingerprints everywhere, he just generally destroyed evidence. Of course, those silly cops didn't know what they were doing. They NEEDED Jack. That's why he was doing this. As a favor to them.
Finding an envelope on the table, he picked it up and read it. It was addressed to the a man named Frank, obviously related to the missing woman. "Aha!" he said, moving into the living room. Holding the envelope out to Sarah he said, "My feelings are telling me that there was a man in this house. A man by the name of Frank. He was the woman's brother." So proud of himself, he beamed. "Let's see you top that," he laughed, knowing he had far outdone her this time, just like always.
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Sarah
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Nov 20 2011, 10:16 PM
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Sarah had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at his little show with the window, and his claim of his professionalism. Watching him, she noticed that he was looking for his belt buckle, because pros lost their stuff when trying to sneak into a home. She was betting it was sitting on the ground outside, just below the window, and she would have to remember to grab it before they got in the car. Shaking her head, she just laughed to herself while she continued to investigate the living room, not having the heart to tell him he was heading for the kitchen. Hearing him shuffle things around, she gave a mental groan, he never could keep anything the way he’d found it, which meant she’d have to go in there before they left and make sure everything was put back the way it was suppose to be.
When he came back with that damn grin she hated so much, she took the envelop from his hand, reading it over, not even hesitating before pointing to the portraits on the wall. “Really? The only man in these photos seems to be her husband, there’s also only two doors in the hallway, one has to be the bathroom, so unless her and her brother were sharing a room, I’m going to go with Frank being the husband…” Sarah usually tried her best not to correct him, but it was times like these, where he was way off base, that she had no choice but to give him a shove in the right direction. Thankfully for him, that direction had never been at the bottom of a flight of stairs.
Brushing past him, she handed the envelope back as she made her way down the hall, opening the first door on the right and switching the light on for the master bedroom. A queen bed sat in the middle, so if they were sharing a room, they were also sharing a bed, and that was just plain creepy. Hopefully Jack wouldn’t try to push this one and he’d have some sort of comeback for claiming it was her brother when he really was the husband. Walking around, she did her best not to touch too many things, only opening a few drawers every now and again, trying to see if the couple had anything they were trying to hide.
Opening a top drawer, her eye caught the left side of the pile of lingerie seemed a bit less…fluffy than the right. Nudging the top later aside, her eyes found the cover of a dark, old book. “The wife is hiding a book.” She called to him over her shoulder, knowing it was vague, but hoping he’d understand that this book didn’t look like something dirty, but it did look like someone had been playing with forces they shouldn’t have been. Hell she was even betting that there would be pages missing, and they'd be the exact ones they needed to know what had been used to murder the neighbors.
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Jonathan
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Nov 21 2011, 05:36 PM
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Sarah informed him that the man named on the envelope was in fact not the woman's brother, but her husband. Of course, Jack all ready knew that. How could Sarah believe otherwise? "Right, well," he started, "I was just testing you. I'm glad you caught that." Yup, she wasn't completely useless. Occasionally the girl had a bright moment when she put a clue or two together. Good for her. Too bad Jack had all ready figured that out. Maybe next time she would get the jump on him. Doubtful. Very doubtful. But it never hurt for her to try. It was good that she had a goal to strive for.
He watched Sarah move to shuffle through some things. Didn't she know she wasn't going to find anything that way? But she did. "A book?" he asked curiously. Of course, he had known about that. That was the whole reason he wanted to check the bedroom. Sarah got no brownie points for copying him. "Well, good job," he told her. She needed it sometimes. Needed to be told that she had more skill than she really did. Poor girl. Jack felt bad sometimes, leading her around and letting her believe she was as good as any detective. She could pretend, though, and she pretended well. That was what mattered.
Really, though, a book was nothing of any interest to him. What were they going to do with a book? "So what? She hides a book from her husband?" he asked mockingly, "Didn't want him catching on that she liked that old lady smut?" Really, so who cared if she was hiding a book? "What are we going to do with the book? Read it?" he laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion. No, they should have been looking for REAL clues, not a book. "If you want that one, why don't you check out a bookstore? I'm sure you can get one for yourself." It was a sound suggestion, but only AFTER they finished their work.
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Nov 21 2011, 11:24 PM
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Of course he was testing her, he was always testing her, because he was never wrong. Sometimes Sarah really wondered how his brain worked, she wanted to know how his thoughts worked that he actually could believe what he was saying. That’s why she couldn’t stay mad at him, he wasn’t one of those people acting like they were the ones who never made a mistake, he truly believed he was completely perfect. However when he mocked her finding the book, she shot him a very unfriendly glare while he wasn’t looking.
Pulling the book out, she opened it and began flipping through the pages. “Oh, I’d love to get this one from the bookstore, but they don’t sell this book just anywhere. You’re right though, I’d probably be upset if I found my wife reading this smutty book.” Stopping on a page, she gave out a laugh, “Oh man, just listen to how dirty this passage is.” Pausing, knowing her sarcasm would more than likely be missed or completely ignored, she began reading from the page she’d stopped on. “Needed; a sage stick, five white candles and incense. Hear these words, hear my cry. Spirit from the other side. Come to me, I summon thee, cross now the great divide. Beloved spirit, insert name here, we seek your guidance. Commune with us and move amongst us.” Sarah did her best to try and sound like she truly wasn’t being a smart ass, but it was just hard not to with him sometimes, especially with how well it just seemed to roll right by him.
Not closing the book, she held it out to him, “Oh wow you’re right, this lady was into some really twisted smut…” She trailed off, already knowing what he was going to do next. Take the book, actually look at it, and point out that she was silly, this wasn’t smut at all it was a book filled with dark magic. Then she’d have to stand here and not act like she hadn’t tried pointing out the book was a big deal in the first place, or that if she hadn’t opened it he would’ve missed it, and probably not found anything else in this room that would actually scream evidence to them without the book to connect it. “She even tore out some pages…guess she just really couldn’t go without her dirty stories while she was in such a rush to leave…” Sometimes, Sarah literally handed him the evidence he needed, and it always amazed her that he honestly didn’t realize what she was doing. Half the time she didn’t play this dumb, but at least playing dumb was better than when she was actually doing her job, like earlier with the door, and he still made it sound like she was just being foolish. Every word she'd used was just dripping with sarcasm, her tone flat, dead, anyone else would notice she was pretty much calling him out on missing it, but not Jack. Jack would still believe this was his way of testing her.
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Nov 24 2011, 12:57 AM
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Sarah pulled the book out and started talking about how she would be upset if her wife was reading that stuff. "Your wife?" Jack asked curiously, "I didn't know you were married. When did that happen?" He was a little hurt. They were friends, weren't they? And he wasn't even invited to the wedding. Sometimes he was convinced she just didn't like him at all. That was crazy, though. EVERYONE liked Jack. Even that grumpy cop at the police station. He may have ACTED like he didn't like him, but Jack knew deep down that he really did. What wasn't there to like about him? He was smart, he was clever, and he was flawless. Perfectly good qualities in his opinion.
As Sarah read from the book Jack raised a brow. What was she talking about? That was most certainly not smut. There was nothing even remotely sexual about any of that passage. Seriously, sometimes he wondered how he managed to carry her weight around. She was a pretty girl, but looks would only get her so far in the justice department of life. Jack certainly wasn't going to keep cleaning up after her. Her slack was getting to be a heavy burden. "I'm sorry, Sarah, but that doesn't sound sexual to me at all, are you sure you read it right?" He really was concerned for her intelligence.
Was this how Sarah got her kicks? It worried him that she found black magic sexy. Regardless, he had to set her straight. Taking the book from her after she mentioned pages being removed, he laughed at her. "This isn't smut. This is a book of spells," he said, feeling the need to point out her obvious mess up. "Really, sometimes I wonder about you, girl." Looking over the space where the pages had been removed, he noted, "There are pages missing." Yes, because Sarah had not JUST pointed that out. "Well, how are we going to find out what was on those pages?" He thought on that for a moment and then spouted, "Oh! The library, right? Wait, no, would they have this book? What about the book store?" It made sense to him. "Well, you seem to know more about this stuff than I do, what book stores around here sell your type of smut?" he laughed at her. Really, sometimes she could be so ridiculous.
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Nov 24 2011, 11:07 PM
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Sometimes, he didn’t make fun of her so much. Well, what he thought was helping her really, he was the only one who saw it like that, because he was the only one who had no clue just how smart she was. Why? Because admitting that would mean he’d have to admit that she was actually helping him, that he couldn’t do this vigilante thing on his own. Sarah had to admit, that sometimes his pride was more than she could handle, part of her wanted to just turn around and slap him for actually believing she was not only married, but would read such smut.
Sighing, she turned an lightly smacked the back of his head. “I was speaking rhetorical Jack, you know I’m not married. I spend far too much time with you to have any sort of love life.” It was sad, but it was the complete truth. Dealing with her meant dealing with Jack, and no other guy on the face of the planet wanted to deal with, let alone share her with Jack. Hell if they were anywhere near decent they’d deck him the first time he spoke as if she really were stupid. “We really need to work on your sarcasm sweety.” She said, shaking her head a bit before taking the hand from his hands and looking it over.
“An older, really large library might have it, but our best bet would be to check some of the stores downtown that carry magical items, the women probably didn’t want to travel far for this purchase, hell one of the owners could probably tell us exactly what was on the missing pages.” There were two problems, one was that like just about everyone else here, most of those owners were not huge fans of Jack. The other being that few of them gave out information about black magic without some sort of bribe. Some of them liked her, but she wasn’t sure if this spell was something minor enough that they could cooperate.
Glancing around the room, she did something she hated, but needed to do something to make up for actually speaking up and pointing out he had actually been wrong, and missed her sarcasm. “So, anywhere else you want to look? Or are your feelings telling you whatever was in the book is exactly what we were looking for?” There, she tried making it easy for him, hinting that while she was suggesting it, she was still asking about what he was actually feeling, let him feel like he was the one still running this show.
Already she was trying to think of who they should see first, who Jack hadn’t pissed off too recently. The list was slim after that werewolf incident, many were still just angry with him because she’d gotten hurt in the process when he had forgotten a few important facts they’d told both of them to remember to ensure they stayed alive. Thankfully the slight lapse in his memory hadn’t killed her, but like the cops, they couldn’t figure out why she bothered, why she let him talk about her the way he did and treat her this way when she didn’t seem to be getting anything at all out of it.
Sometimes she wasn’t sure either, but without him, she had no one. Sarah didn’t do no one very well, even if they never fell in love, even if he spent the rest of their probably short lives acting like she was just dumb, he still was the first and only person to be her true friend and stay the friend longer than a few weeks. Without her, this job would kill him, and guilt alone kept her by his side to ensure that never happened. Shoving the thoughts from her head, she brought herself back to reality to focus on what he was saying.
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Nov 24 2011, 11:27 PM
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Jack jumped at the assault he received to the back of the head. Who did she think she was? Assaulting him? Crazy woman. He frowned, but then he laughed at her comment about her lack of a love life. A swell of pride and importance hit him, as if he didn't all ready have them, when she blamed him for it. Smiling to her, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a quick hug. "I'm glad that I'm so distracting, sweetheart," he laughed again. Truly, his love life suffered, too, from all the time he spent on his cases. He just preferred the company of his sidekick to women who didn't understand his work. Hunting down criminals for the police was definitely a full time job.
He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned him needing to work on his sarcasm. "Sarcasm?" he asked curiously. "That's ridiculous. I'll have you know, I'm more sarcastic that you'll ever be. Sorry, darling, but it's true." He shrugged his shoulders, almost feeling bad for having to point out the truth again. Really, sometimes she could get so full of herself. If he wasn't there, she would think she was the one who solved all the crimes and figured everything out on her own. He couldn't have her getting a big head, that didn't look so pretty on a girl.
Getting back to work, he listened to her talk about a book store. He had JUST suggested that. "Right, a store," he repeated. He couldn't think of a magical paraphernalia store, but that wasn't his thing, anyway. Obviously Sarah knew about it, though, so he would let her have this one. He figured it was the least he could do for her. She deserved a thing here and there to keep her from getting too bored with her work. It couldn't have been fun at all having him do everything all the time. Hell, half the fun was picking through the clues. "So what store would you suggest?" he asked her.
She asked him about his 'feelings' and he couldn't help but smile proudly. Even she had caught on that they were a real thing. But they weren't reacting to anything in the house anymore. "No, I think we've exhausted everything here. Let's go find a store that sells those types of books," he said, moving toward the bedroom door.
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Nov 25 2011, 12:21 AM
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Even though he gave her a headache, making her want to explain she wasn’t talking about him being sarcastic, but about him catching onto others being sarcastic, she knew he’d only ask when that had happened. Then she’d have to point out everything she’d done in sarcasm the last few minutes, which he would probably only talk his way out of by claiming she didn’t need to act like she was a little silly and slow at times around him because he was use to it. Or some other condescending comment to make him the perfect hero and her the dopey sidekick lucky to be alive.
But his hug made her hold bite her tongue, because it was that hug that reminded her why she bothered. When he wanted to be nice…he really could seem like a decent human being. It was when he continued to talk that you remembered how much of a self centered jackass he could be. Now wasn’t the time to deal with her feelings about him though, now was the time to focus and make sure he didn’t let the bad guy get away. So she pondered a few stores in her head, a bit shocked he wasn’t rambling off random store names to make it seem like he, of course, knew exactly where they should go first.
“There are a few shops on Goodman, it’s in the less busy part of downtown. She wouldn’t have wanted to go very far for this, but she’d want to go somewhere no one would really see her again, and somewhere she couldn’t run into anyone she knew. There were a few shop owners there she was still on good terms with, and she was sure that one of them hadn’t met Jack yet, which meant bribing would probably not be as costly as the others. So as soon as he agree they were done searching and released her, she too ka few seconds to tidy the room back up how it had been, stopping in the kitchen to do the same before following him outside.
After locking the door behind them and putting the spare back where she had found it, she stepped off to the side in front of the window, bending to pick up his belt buckle and brush the dirt off before handing it out to them while they made their way to the car. Lillian didn’t say anything bout the buckle, not a question as to how it had gotten there, or even the foolish claim of ‘found this’, because she never found anything. He found everything, he always knew where to look, but he was always testing her to see if she could ‘keep up’ with him. Which, of course, she couldn’t, no one could.
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Dec 9 2011, 12:14 AM
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Sarah suggested a street with some stores that might have sold the particular book they were looking for. Since those books were how she got her kicks he trusted her on the matter. "Then that's where we'll go first," he nodded, heading out the door. Jack left everything as he had on his way in, sure no one would notice too much of the touching he had done. Even if they did, he was an expert. He knew what he was doing. Anyone who suggested otherwise was obviously uneducated. That, or they were completely unaware of who he was. No, it couldn't have been that one. He was well known in the city, he knew it. After all, the police always seemed to recognize him.
Making his way out to the car, Jack leaned against the trunk and waited for his sidekick to return. She always lagged behind when they went to the scene of a crime or a witnesses home. Really, what could take her so long every single time? If he didn't enjoy her company so much he would not have waited for her. When she finally came out of the house he called out to her, "What took you so long? We really should get going, you know. Maybe next time you could speed it along? I'm sure whatever you did could have waited." One of these days he was going to ask her what she did, but he didn't care too much that day. They had a lead, and he wanted to get on with it.
Sarah held out something in her hand to him. "Ah, yes," he said, taking his belt buckle from her, "Thank you for that." It seemed he almost forgot it. Well, no. Jack never forgot anything. Simply misplaced them. "I was just about to go get that, thanks." Adjusting his belt, he fixed the buckle back on, all though not too well. It was a little loose. Oh well, he was sure it would be fine. After all, HE was the one to put it there. Nothing he ever did held fault. Nope. Flawless Jack. Yeah, that sounded like a great nickname. He would bring that up later. A wonderful alias.
Moving around the car, he opened his door and slid inside. Getting behind the wheel, he waited for Sarah to get in. "Goodard, right?" he asked, sure that was the street name she had mentioned. Of course it was, he was never wrong. Nope. Never forgot anything. "Well, lets' get to it," he said, starting the car and pulling into the street.
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Sarah
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Jan 26 2012, 07:15 AM
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Sarah openly rolled her eyes at him when he complained about her taking so long. He always did, and no matter how many time she explained to him that she was fixing the mess they had left behind, he always corrected her. He never left a mess, which meant she must have and she should be more careful not to leave such obvious evidence that she had been there. Just like she was the one who misspoke if he didn’t remember what she had told him correctly, or that any ideas she got must have been inspired by him, they were simply nothing more but little tests from him to make sure she was still worthy of being his sidekick.
Sometimes she really wanted to fulfill that title and literally kick him in the side a few times. Just to see if it would shake whatever was loose in his head, back in place. It was doubtful, but she certainly was not about to pass up any given opportunities to test that theory out. Maybe one of these days, instead of taking a beating for him, if she knew he would survive, she’d just left him get a little hurt. A broken bone or two, something to test and see if maybe one day he actually slipped up and she wasn’t able to save his ass, he’d realize just how often that happened.
Again, doubtful, but as he covered up leaving his belt buckle behind, the urge to just test it herself was a bit bigger. Sighing as he sloppily replaced the buckle, she felt fad for him. It was one of the reason she never let him get hurt, why she never yelled at him or tried to make him feel like he hadn’t been the one to figure it all out, because she felt bad that he really had no idea how it really worked. Stepping forward, she tightened the buckle for him, putting her closer to him than she’d been in a while and part of her really wished it made him focus less on the buckle.
“Chunk of dirt stuck in the back.” She lied, knowing if he felt like she were fixing his work he’d make up some complaint that she had only made it worse, act like he was fiddling with it, and then smile happily to say he’d fixed it up. Slipping into the passenger seat she waited a moment, acting as if she were unsure of her answer before shaking her head. “Goodman.” She corrected, wondering which cover up he’d use this time. Either this was another one of his ‘tests’, or he had said Goodman she had just misheard, or a third option, he would simply nod and say ‘right’ as if she had simply confirmed what he had asked in the first place.
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Feb 19 2013, 07:04 AM
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The eye roll had been wasted on Jack, because he completely missed it. Even had he seen it, obviously she had something stuck in her eye. No one would dare roll their eyes at him. Never. Jack had always been right, and arguing or disagreeing with him would just make you look silly. That was why Sarah never did it. Well, almost never. On the rare occasion that his sidekick did tell him how wrong she thought she was, he corrected her. Every time. Sure, he felt sort of bad about being right all the time. Certainly she would like to be right every once in a while. He knew this, because he knew she would enjoy the feeling of being right. He certainly did.
He raised his brow when she stepped forward to adjust his belt buckle. Obviously there had been nothing wrong with it. The only reason she would do that would be to get close to him. Not that he could blame her. Most women wanted to be close to him. She was lucky that she got to be so close to him all the time. There were tons of women who would kill to be her. Jack simply watched her hands as they tugged at his belt, almost too embarrassed to look up at her. Wait, no. Jack was never embarrassed. Not ever. That was why he looked from her hands to her eyes. Well, more her nose since her eyes were down. It was a cute nose, all things considered.
When she told him the real reason she had messed with his belt buckle, he nodded and stepped back. “Right,” he said, “Thanks.” Of course that had been it. Silly Jack for thinking she had been fixing his work. No one would think to do something like that. That would imply that he ever did anything less than perfect. Which, of course, was absolutely ridiculous. Everything Jack ever did was perfect. He did appreciate her effort, though. Sarah was a good sidekick, even though he did all the work for her. Hopefully with enough time in his shadow she could learn to work on her own. An adult in the real world had to know how to fend for themselves, after all, and he may not be around forever.
“Yes, Goodman,” he confirmed as if that was precisely what he had said. Of course it had been. Jack could not be wrong. He never was. It was almost a curse at times. Not ever completely, though. Nope. Nodding in agreement, Jack started the car and drove them to their destination. A few times he took some side roads for the sake of the view, not because he had gotten lost. Stepping from the car, he looked at the strip of storefronts and waited for Sarah to exit the car. “Okay, this is more your forte,” he confessed, knowing she would be pleased for the chance to take the lead, “Lead the way, my dear.”
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