LunasRose

Blue Shield

"Why wouldn't you show up?!" Harper's head snapped up quicker then lightening. "It's a friendly co-worker drink. There isn't any reason for me to chicken out, and there is no reason for you to not show up."

You're terrible at lying Harper.

"What happened was a very long time ago, I'm not his type - and I really have nothing else to say on the matter." Naturally, she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Jordan for fear of laughing. "Perhaps I should wear my yoga pants, huh?" A more playful expression crossed her features, and it was clear that she was just goofing around.

"He'll bring James anyway. If you don't show up, that's an awkward number."

Unfortunately, the conversation was disturbed. Joel. It was Joel. Always bloody Joel.

"Harper, a word - please." The tone was less than civil, and Harper wasn't too inclined to give him what he wanted..

"Sorry Joel, I'm a bit busy."

"No you aren't. You're just being a bitch." He delivered the final part rather quietly. Joel was a grade A example of a spoilt Mummies boy. The word no wasn't in his vocabulary.

Harper sighed, and ran her index finger along the bridge of her nose. In all truth, she felt defeated by this whole break up. Sure she was still goofy, rule loving Harper. Didn't give much away.. Carried on like a trooper, but she was pretty on the edge of it all.

"What do you want? I'm trying to do my job."

Blue Shield

"What? Why are you two looking at me like that?"

Harper blinked, "We were engaged.. Gee.. Thanks for listening to me for the last two years." And with a roll of her pretty green eyes, she flicked her focus to the body. "Looks a little like overkill to me. I'm guessing it's someone that he knows. Some sort of beef. It's definitely not a simple hit."

When Joel came over, the Detective gave the dude a brief and curt nod, before ducking under the tape to talk to Jordan some more. She needed to get a little look at the nearby area. Get a feel for the situation. That sorta' thing was surprisingly crucial in piecing it all together.

As she was glancing at the floor of the parking lot, Harps mind wandered to, of all people - Devin. More accurately, that rather ill advised, and incredibly drunken night that they'd shared. It was probably dangerous to think about it now, but she couldn't stop herself. Her hormones were just all over the place. Hormones, head.. Common sense. Everything was all over the place. Maybe she should buy a bloody dress. She was single, after all. Couldn't be a bitter Ex forever, and truth be told - Joel had never really felt like the one. More of the, one right now. New York was full of single, not asshole like guys. Right?

Right.

Jordan was actually the only other person that knew.. Not that Devin knew that she knew. Some things were just between girls.

"Jordan, what's with the lack of blood? Were some of the shots post mortem? I'm sorta' confused.." Harper chewed the end of her pen, "Was he definitely shot here?"

Blue Shield

"I don't own a pair of heels, Jordan. If it's not flat and converse, I don't wear it. And to be honest, the only dress I own, is a wedding dress - and shock horror, I'm not going to be wearing that either. But if you're free tonight, I'm on it. And Dev, you too, gorgeous.." And with that, she reached out and squeezed her partner's cheek, blowing him a kiss.

"Anyway.." Harper cleared her throat as she slid into Professional mode. "Hit us with it, what's the story?" The sly comment about Mia made the blonde chuckle, and she sent the Medical Examiner an appreciative wink. "Devin doesn't do serious. If you ever want to turn him off, just offer him a meet and greet. Job done." Johnson made a humorous whooshing noise, and made her hand shoot up a little like a rocket.

Joel was trying his best to look like he wasn't staring, He noticed the cheek squeeze and couldn't prevent himseld from scowling. Just glaring at the three as he awaited the rebuttal.

Damn Devin.

Blue Shield

"You'll riffle through my stuff, but you won't retrieve the keys from my pocket, huh? Disappointing."

A smirk crossed Harper's features as she handed over the keys, and the pair made their way to the crime scene. On arrival, it was a section of a one way street. The area was cordoned off with yellow tape, and three patrol officers stood along the perimeter. To Johson's distress, one of said officers was Joel. The delightfully arrogant, I know everything, Ex boyfriend.

Swine.

"Great. Thank you universe." The blonde let out a huff as she got out of the car, turning to Devin. "Of all the patrol officers it could be, why him? Why hasn't he transferred to Jersey yet?!" Of course she knew that her partner didn't know any of the answers.. She was merely venting.

"You might as well shoot me."

A little dramatic perhaps, but everytime she saw Joel, he gave her a hard time
Which was spectacular, because he'd already gotten every damn thing that they had. After a deep breath, and a moment to compose herself, the detective closed her door with a loud click.

"I really need to get drunk."

When was the last time that she'd gone out? In fact, she couldn't even remember. Too long. But still, she had a job to do. And hell, she was a senior detective. If Joel caused trouble, she'd write him up and be done with it.

Blue Shield

"I don't want to date. I'm too busy."

Of course she wasn't. In fact, Harper wasn't really sure why she didn't want to date - but she told herself that she didn't and that was that. It was probably an accurate assumption to assume that she was still being cautious and stubborn after finding out that the apparent love of her life had cheated. It wasn't pleasant to find out that you clearly weren't enough for somene. It stung. Alot.

"And I'm sure your love life will pick up soon. With snazzy cufflinks like that, who could resist?"

A small chuckle escaped the Detectives lips, but that's when her attention diverted elsewhere. Captain Scott appeared in the doorway. He was a tall man, and had a constitution that sugesstion he ate far too many doughnuts.

"You guys are up. Get over to 5th and meet the medical examiner for me." And with that, he tossed the keys to the department SUV in her direction. Harper nodded and pocketed them.

"Come on then." She turned back to Devin. "You wanna drive?"

Blue Shield

"Do you have to sit your ass on my paperwork?" A blonde eyebrow perked in good humour, but not before Harper reached out and poked Devin on the nose with her pen. They had a natural sorta' rapport between the pair of them. A level of comfort tangled together with a healthy amount of irritation. Had Detective Johnson been honest with herself, she might have admitted to a fleeting ounce of attraction too. Perhaps more than fleeting, but she wasn't one to delve into semantics.

The blonde eyed her partner for a moment or two in curiosity, seemingly unbothered by him raiding through her stuff. Eventually, she spoke. "I don't get it.. Smart, yet crinkled. What's that about? Get lucky, huh?" And with a dorky waggle of her brows, she stood up. With her own love life in tatters, it only right that she took an interest in somebody elses.

Harper had been dating Joel for a year and a half. It had all been going smoothly. They'd brought an apartment. Shared the grocery shopping, chosen carpet. All that grown up coupling stuff. But the dude was a jealous ass. And in the end, it was him that had cheated. Charming, huh? Charming and ironic.

"And here.." The female reached into her drawer and threw a bagel in Devin's direction. "Knock yourself out."

Blue Shield

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."

Detective Johnson had arrived painfully early for her shift, mainly because she was trying to avoid her parents. It was all well and good moving back home when your life fell apart, but it was not okay when your parents started treating you like a fifteen year old all over again. Still, the cafeteria served a good breakfast, and she could eat without anybody twittering in her ear about the menopause or what the neighbour might be doing to their garage.

The blonde took a seat at her desk and shuffled a few things around. There wasn't really a dress code when you hit that level, and Harper was rocking a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and and old navy blue College hoodie. The unruly blonde hair was pulled into a messy topknot, and leopard print converse completed the look.

"When did you get in?"

Devin amused Harper greatly. He sorta' just haphazardly bumped through his day. It was an entertaining spectacle, but he was also pretty frustrating with his lame jokes and inability to do things the way they were supposed to be done. There were certainly worse partners to have.

A Delectable Detective Drama..

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A Delectable Detective Drama..

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