For her part, physical affection of any kind had been absent from the detective's life for much longer than Jim's, her workload very much akin to his, and it was almost to the point that she had forgotten what it was like, save for the hazy lull of the dream which had allowed her to relax against her partner as she had early that morning.
"You're one to talk. I've seen your file," she countered with a huff, the alto of her voice tired and worn, its husky quality ever more present. "You're every bit as driven as I am, every bit as hard-bitten to see justice done. You've soldiered on with far worse; it's there in black-and-white on paper, Jim."
A beat passed as she slid her eyes over in his direction.
"And it certainly didn't feel like the heat of the moment," she commented. At least not to me, she continued in silence.
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Date: 2015-08-31 04:33 pm (UTC)"You're one to talk. I've seen your file," she countered with a huff, the alto of her voice tired and worn, its husky quality ever more present. "You're every bit as driven as I am, every bit as hard-bitten to see justice done. You've soldiered on with far worse; it's there in black-and-white on paper, Jim."
A beat passed as she slid her eyes over in his direction.
"And it certainly didn't feel like the heat of the moment," she commented. At least not to me, she continued in silence.