breakstherules | GCPD meets London

[She gave him a withering look as she popped several nuts into her mouth, chomping on them loudly, purposefully.]

Cheers, granddad.

[As to his other question, the redhead shrugged.]

To be honest? I'm more concerned about getting an honest night's rest than I am setting about figuring out how to get out of this hole in the wall.

[She shot him a pointed look as she rubbed her shoulder and pushed herself up from the chair, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it blithely on the desk, revealing a boyish tank top and the rest of her bandaging. Casting Jim a thin smile, she kicked off her shoes and flopped on the bed as well, though several feet away.]

[Feeling like he's gawking (though she didn't give him ample warning), he looked away as she undressed. It wasn't until he felt the bed sink in from her weight did he finally look over.

Taking the cue, he unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on the backing a chair, and shoes followed en suit, leaving him in a white sleeveless shirt and trousers. Pulling back the cover, he tucked himself in bed on the opposite side.]

As you can tell, I don't do 'sitting still' very well.

Nor do I.

...Usually takes something like this [She nodded towards her shoulder--] to sideline me.

[She set her smartphone atop the nightstand, and checked the battery--55%. It'd last till morning, at least. By then they should have news. Still lying on top of the covers, she stared at the ceiling, wide-awake although her body was exhausted.]

[He's lying on his back too, staring at the ceiling as well mulling over his actions today: where did things go wrong? Where could have thing gone better?

What would be their next plans?]

We need to figure out how many are involved in this network, perhaps that'll give us clues where they're lying in wait.

[Her eyes roll backwards into her head as she sighs impatiently, putting an arm behind her head in an effort to relax a bit more.]

JIM. We've had a hellish, beyond-shit day. I've narrowly missed being killed, not once, but twice, I've got no painkillers for this shoulder, and we are painfully out of alcohol.

[She shifts to her side, balancing her head on her palm.]

[Which was his cue to turn down the work chatter.]

Sorry.

[He glanced over to her trying to gauge her pain level, a frown upon his face recognizing that she was only a day post-op, still had a risk for reopening the wound, and the lack of pain medicine would place her probably right at agony level about now with the adrenaline pushing her through everything wearing off. He had been shot before himself, and knew very well the first few days were the worst.]

How badly does it hurt?

[Having purposefully laid down so that her bad shoulder had the pressure taken off it, Louise took another pillow and shoved it halfway under the first one to give her better support. Regarding him under long lashes as she sat back, she winced.]

I'd imagine it's right up there with a kidney stone; which is why copious amounts of alcohol would have helped.

[Grabbing her phone, she sent a quick message to HQ, enquiring if any medication could be delivered via an anonymous courier to the safe house.]

[She should have kept the sling, but he wasn't going to say anything more on that. It was too late and shit hit the fan. If she were still in the hospital, she would've still been getting morphine through an IV, at least through the day.

He now shifts onto his side, looking at her.]

Tell me about the last holiday you took.

[It was a random question, but he was hoping the distraction would help.]

[She can't shoot people with a sling, Jim. Come on, son.

Sitting up a bit, she tried to get as comfortable as she could before answering.]

Had two weeks in Nice a few years back...[And here she closed her eyes in remembrance, the sea air almost within reach.] ...I could get used to the French Riviera, you know. Just whiling away the afternoons in a seat at an outdoor café under an umbrella with an espresso or a glass of rosé, just watching the world go by.

[Just then, her phone vibrated with a message from the Yard: someone was on their way with proper painkillers and a spare charger for their mobiles.

Louise texted back:

That sounds heavenly. Would it be too much to ask for a takeaway, as well? We've not eaten in ages. --L]

A fan of people watching?

[He's done too much of it, personally, a 'mode' he seemed unable to turn off despite how much he wanted to. But he's more interested in her opinions and providing the distraction.

When there was a knock at the door, he had his gun in hand and answered with a readiness for battle all over again, only to be relieved it was one of their own men with food and pain killers.

The next minute later he's happily eating through chinese food out of the little container, though he would've been content to fall asleep right then and there.]

[She had hoped they would've brought her favourite, Rajdoot London's chicken tikka biryani, but alas. At least the moo goo gai pan in the little paper box looked appetising. Taking several large bites, along with a bit of rice, she chewed and smiled, the painkillers finally starting to kick in, thank fuck.]

Yes. I adore it. It's virtually all I want to do on holiday; just absorbing the pulse of the town I'm in.

You? What was yours?

Camping.

[He comments, finishing the last bite of food before setting the box for safe keeping later.]

I was in the military before joining the police. So anywhere without... chaos. Anywhere away from the city is appreciated from time to time.

[It had been a long, long time since he had camped, before joining the PD.]

[She sets hers aside as well, stifling a little laugh as he speaks.]

Sounds like that was ages ago.

What about now? I mean, we're still in the city, only just been shot at, we've a madman on our hands intent on killing us, and we're shacked up in a tower block. Sounds like 'paradise' to me.

[She gives him a lightly taunting smile, the meds responsible for it.]

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[It was about as close to paradise as he'll get given the circumstances.]

You'll have to come to Gotham sometime.

[It was worse than London, although this week was shaping up to being pretty shitty.]

And it was ages ago. I just never had time to go back.

[He met Barbara shortly after joining the force and things got serious before becoming chaotic. She 100% didn't appreciate camping, even though she swore up and down it was 'fine'.

He gets up and moves the take out cartons into the mini fridge in the room before joining Louise back on the bed.]

I can tell the medicine is working, you look less pained right now.

Oh? Think Gotham is worse than this not-so-United Kingdom, do you?

[As he moved away, she let her eyes close slightly, feeling far more comfortable than she had in several hours. When Jim sat back down upon the bed, her lids fluttered back open as she focused upon him.]

Ha. About fifty per cent less pained, thank you.

[Nodding over to the supplies on the table, she frowned a bit.]

Come morning, you'll have to help me change these plasters. Can't risk infection.

[Collapsing back atop the pillow fort which was supporting her, Louise let out a heavy sigh.]

D'you miss it? Back home, that is. [She lifted her eyes again, levelling them on Jim.]

Have...anyone special there, even?

[Jim eases himself back down into the bed, pulling sheets up over himself, ending at his chest.]

Mm, Gotham is a love-hate relationship. I love to hate it, and I hate to love it. Crime is getting worse, though. I have a feeling it's reaching a breaking point soon...

[And to answer her question.]

I did, but we went our separate ways before I came out here.

[She crinkles her nose, shaking her head--] What. D'you mean Falcone....and now his contacts overseas in Wiles?

[At his next remark, Louise's interest is well piqued, and she pushes herself up on her good shoulder.]

Oh? What was she like? Or...he.

[Come on. It's 2015, Jim.]

That's part of it.

[The mess with the mob families was only a part of the scandal. Not to mention the serial killer that had captured his ex and the chaos that was to rescue her.]

She [Jim totally didn't swing that way.] is a smart woman. A doctor, actually. I met her while I spent some time at the Insane Asylum and then she became a medical examiner for the GCPD.

[Things had been intense initially, but eventually they didn't see eye to eye and grew to disagree far too often. Perhaps it was very convenient to need to go to London at this time.]

What was the rest of it? And how much more of it is going to follow us here?

[At the emphasis on the word 'she', and the pointed look Jim gave her, an amused if slightly half-drugged smile played at the corners of her lips.]

What happened?

[She murmured this under half-lidded eyes, needing him to keep her talking and awake.]

There's been bank robbers, a manipulative inmate at Arkham Asylum that managed to fool everyone a patient had actually been a nurse for years. More dealings with the mobs.

[Really, he could go on and on.]

This has only been the icing on the cake, really. As for Lee and I... it just didn't work out. We didn't see eye to eye after a while.

[And someone was a little too married to his job and it nearly gotten her killed more times than once.]

[She was listening, and trying valiantly to not be rude to the man who helped save her life that night, but fatigue began to overwhelm her and she found herself nodding off mid-sentence.]

..'S too bad, really...I would think you'd make a rather nice boyf-

[Her eyelids fell shut as her hand came to rest atop her belly.]

[It wasn't long before Jim's eyes closed as well, almost not even taking note Louise had stopped talking and drifted off to sleep minutes after her. He was so tired, he didn't even think he dreamed, only a deep slumber for the first time after all the events that had occurred.

When he began to stir with the little light streaming past the window shades, he didn't even initially notice there was someone pressed up against him, as relaxed as he was. In his sleepy haze, he affectionately ran gentle fingers along Louise's forearm until his mind started waking up and his eyes cracked open...]

Louise?

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[It was the sensation of his fingers fluttering up and down her forearm which first roused her from sleep, and a slow, lazy smile began to form across her lips. She murmured against his back, her lips brushing the fabric of his undershirt as she hummed in reply to her name being uttered. Her bad shoulder being comfortably propped up by her having draped her left arm over Jim's side, her right arm was in a decidedly even more inappropriate place.

Just then, as she shifted, the dull ache of her shoulder made itself known, and she blinked, becoming more fully awake. A slow, horrified expression started to wash over her features.]

Jim. Why are you caressing my arm?

It was by mistake.

[He cleared his throat, feeling blood rush to his face as realization began to sink in. He glances over his shoulder, trying to decipher exactly how close she was to him (which was dumb; she is clearly pressed up against him).]

...Where is your other hand?

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ERM.....

[Louise slowly withdrew her arm and hand from between his thighs with an audible clearing of the throat.]

I---I thought it was the positioning of the duvet.

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...I thought I had replied to this. Oops!

It's ok! I just figured Jim was quiet. LOL

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