Brothers in Arms [Caleb]

[Gabriel McKettrick]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] In all the time he spent at the precinct, nobody, not even Caleb, knew his full past. They only knew what he told them. He was emancipated at sixteen and took over the custody of his little sister shortly after. He got his GED at eighteen and went to college. From there, it was the police academy then it was the precinct itself. There weren't many 'memories' in his house and beyond what his sister insisted he have, there wasn't much to show that somebody lived there. He was always a private person that chose to keep his problems to himself more often times than not. Hell, he hadn't even had a girlfriend to speak of so most of his meals consisted of cheap takeout and beer. His sister had long since moved out on her own in the hopes she could make her big brother proud. Right about then, big brother was leaning back at his desk. Per his usual habit, his feet were propped up on the desk. There was a package of candy on his chest and a coffee clutched tightly in his right hand. He was doing what he could to get over a hangover but for the most part, he wasn't very successful. Real smart, Gabe...get drunk on a school night and pass out on the floor. What made matters worse was the fact it was early in the morning, and the Scottish man wasn't exactly the morning type. Grumbled responses, grunts, and groans were about the most anybody would be getting out of him any time soon. Well, that was until his phone began to ring. He jerked, sending coffee flying over his lap. "MOTHER FU--.." He yelped, standing quickly to try and brush the coffee off of his pants. His candy had skittered across the floor in his rush to stand. Oh yeah..this was definitely a typical day in his life. Giving up on his little venture, he just ducked beneath his hair and huffed with annoyance. Several people had to contain their snickers at the poor man's plight. "I spent seven dollars on that damned coffee, and I think it may have sterilized me.." He muttered, shaking his head. "Where the hell is Caleb?" He ground out, no doubt wanting to see the man, just for shits and giggles. Ripping his cell phone out of its case, which had been hastily clipped to the waistband of his pants, he called his sister. "Uh..yo, would you mind getting me my spare pants in the closet? Also..could you..uhh..buy me another coffee?" A pause as he chewed on his lip. "Yeah, just black..no sugar. I'll pay you back once you get here and if it's not too much trouble, I think I forgot to feed that yappy thing you call a dog." He muttered, running his fingers through his hair. What was so wrong with going to his baby sister for help? He had certainly helped her out enough in the past to last a lifetime. "One more thing..I know this might be pushing it, but could you buy me another pack of those airheads xtremes?" He chuckled for a moment and perched on the edge of his desk. "Yes, the green packages with the rainbow candy. How do you teach little kids again?" He shook his head and said a quick goodbye, hanging up his phone as he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He leafed through the bills, pulling out a fifty. That would cover the gas, the overpriced coffee, and the candy. "If Caleb doesn't show up soon, I'm putting a frog on his chair!" He announced suddenly, looking around the room with a look that dared somebody to stop him. He'd be twenty-six, and he acted like he was six. Well, in his defense, he hadn't exactly had the chance to have a childhood so he was in the process of making up for it. Still, he meant well, and he knew when to be serious.

[caleb hayes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and i set fire to the rain The Words: six two five The Outfit: a cop uniform, dudeThe Notes best friends! Yawning, Caleb rolled over and hit his alarm with a satisfying silence. Part of him wanted to roll over and fall back asleep for another couple of hours, but he stopped himself. That wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world that had to work all the time. Yet it was only four thirty in the morning and he began his morning routine. People thought he was lazy and that he was lucky that he had no beer belly to show what he ate all the time. Truth was, Caleb worked out for two hours in the morning, came home, showered, let his dog out again and made his way to work. This morning, he felt himself hoping that that nothing was going to go on at work. It wasn’t fair that he, a beautiful being, only slept two or three hours a night. Thank you local movie theater for having another midnight premier; he really appreciated that. Glancing at his phone after his two hour work out, he felt his stomach drop. After the falling out with Shasta, everything was going to the dumps. He had lost the girl of his dreams to a stupid mistake he had made once before. So he slept with her enemy, he had been falling in love. Fucking Gabe could see that, and for that dense idiot to see it, obviously something was happening. It wasn’t fair, but he put on a brave face. Only his dog knew how much he wanted to go back in time and change everything, but Marley couldn’t say anything. Gabe knew how much pain he was going through with the fall out with Shasta, but didn’t say anything. That was nice about having a bro; no need to answer questions. Grabbing his usual coffee from Starbucks, Caleb paused before ordering Gabe one. Usually his buddy was the one to be nice, yet Caleb just had a feeling that something was going wrong. Everything seemed to be falling into the crapper lately, and most of the time, he hated it. It sucked and if he could fix everyone else’s problems, he would. But he grabbed the second coffee and pulled a couple bags of candy from the counter and made his way. They needed as much sugar as humanly possible if they wanted to get through the next couple of hours awake. Or, well, at least Caleb did. Pushing the door open with his shoulder, he gave a nod to Gabrielle, the officer who worked the front desk. He had gotten close with her since his first incident with Shasta Le Stoat, and just the thought of the meeting brought pain to his heart. This wasn’t fair, yet it was probably karma for having two girls all the time. It hadn’t been the first time something had gone wrong, but it was certainly the first time that he had cared so much. Shasta was amazing and beautiful and everything he had wanted. It was all gone and he was forced to lick his wounds and move on. A Scottish accent echoed through the hallway and he grinned before pushing the door open to come face to face with his best buddy ever. Gabe glared at the stain that was growing on his pants and Caleb looked around, noticing spilt candy and coffee. “Jacking off this early in the morning Gabe? Rough night or something?”

[/b] he asked, placing the coffee onto the desk before putting the bag of candy next to it. ”Luckily for you, I stopped and picked some coffee up for you, dear” he sat down on one of the empty seats and placed his feet on the desk. ”Ready for another day sitting in a cruiser and pulling people over?”
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[Gabriel McKettrick]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. His sister, Jasmine, breezed in the precinct shortly after Caleb, lunging toward her older brother with a short-lived squeal. "Gabe, I got your pants, the candy, and some douche took to long to ord--....oh, hi." She squeaked, glancing toward Caleb with wide eyes. Gabe just shook his head and chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "Jazzy, this is Caleb." He said quietly, nudging her side playfully. She seemed flustered. "He's the douche that took too long.." She mumbled under her breath, hurrying out of the precinct after dropping the items into Gabe's chair. He exhaled quietly. "..And that would be my baby sister. Touch her or even think about it, and I'll kick your ass at beer pong." Beer, in his opinion, was any man's best friend. You could spill your guts out and count on it not to tell a soul. It helped that the majority of it ended up in your stomach. Well, in his case, the majority of his beer ended up on him or on the floor, especially when he was already drunk. It would help if he didn't act a damned fool when trying to drink. He paused as his friend asked if he had a rough night. When had Caleb been able to read his mind? Usually, he was the sensitive one of the two, even if he did act like a little kid more often times than not. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to formulate an intelligent response. "Uhh..I got wasted on a school night and passed out on the floor in front of my couch. I think that damned dog of my sister's may have used me to get out some of his frustrations." The smile he offered next seemed strained, even for him. "Good to know one of us is getting some." He joked, the usual light entering his pale yet piercing gaze. Truth of the matter was that drinking usually helped to chase away his nightmares. Guilt was a constant factor in his mind, and he never talked about his past, even when he was at a point where most would have broken down. There was just one thing he could never figure out. Was it guilt over not saving his mother from that predicament, or was it guilt for all of the times he had pushed everybody away? He must have done something right, considering his sister seemed to be going farther than either of them had ever imagined. "Luckily for me, eh?" He chuckled and shook his head, snatching the coffee from the desk as he took a generous swig, letting the scalding liquid burn its way down his throat. Yeah, it smarted, but it helped to drive away that damned headache that came with the hangover. He quirked a brow when he finally processed the rest of his friend's words. "Well..thank you, darling!" He exclaimed with a snicker. Setting his coffee down, he snatched up some candy and tore open the packaging, popping some of it into his mouth. After a moment of chewing, he appeared to remember his manners and offered his friend the candy. "That depends on whether or not I'll be able to use my dashing looks, quick wit, and badge to..." He trailed off with a seemingly innocent blink and a mischievous grin.