Post by Gabriel McKettrick on Apr 2, 2012 21:19:07 GMT -5
Normally, Gabriel wasn't the kind of man to drink alone. Tonight was different, though. He was seated at the bar counter, drinking a beer while browsing through the file in front of him. The case had been open and shut in terms of the actual crime that had been committed but still, he knew there was more than met the eye. Everybody knew. With Interpol practically crawling all over Sapphire Bay, his beloved city, the very one he had moved to and fought so hard to protect for the sake of his baby sister, was now going to hell. None of it made any sense to him and truth be told, he hadn't slept since his return from the hospital.
Briefly, his hand dropped down to his abdomen, tracing along the outline of the scar that had quickly formed. He hated to think what his hospital bill was going to be, considering he had the bare bones for insurance. Just to be on the safe side, the chief had put him on desk duty, which had lasted about two weeks and tomorrow, he'd be back in the squad car, right along with his best friend/brother from another mother. It was nerve-racking, not that he ever showed such things. He was surprisingly calm and in the bar, he looked like a guy with a beer and a file with a lot on his mind. He was quite the opposite of Caleb when it came to his love life. not that he was complaining. He'd never known the pleasure of bedding a woman, and he didn't care to find out what he had been missing out on.
He was a sweet guy, and it was easy to take advantage of him, but he was insanely overprotective of those that were close to him, which had been the reason why he had gotten shot in the first place. He had been protecting his best friend from a crazed man that he had allowed into his house, into his sister's life. He had known from the beginning that something wasn't quite right about him and to hear that V, the criminal that Interpol was searching for, was behind it, it just made his blood boil. It also drove him to stay up countless hours, staring at the file before him like it would reveal something that the others hadn't been able to find. Even though he shouldn't, he blamed himself for the entire fiasco. It was a miracle that he had even passed his psych evaluation with flying colors. Hell, if he hadn't been given the results, he probably wouldn't have believed it himself.
With a heavy sigh, he finished off the last of his beer and licked his lips, raising his hand for another. Being an officer of the law, he knew he would have to call a taxi and collect his car either before or after his shift tomorrow. Really, he hadn't planned on getting fall-down drunk, but he figured he might need a few beers, considering he was looking over things that opened up old, familiar wounds. He usually had a hangover in the morning, although his performance was always spot on. Luckily for him, Caleb was the type to take orders, so he didn't have to worry about trying to tell the man what to do. The more that he thought, the farther his mind drifted. A herd of elephants could be on the rampage, and he probably wouldn't even notice.
Briefly, his hand dropped down to his abdomen, tracing along the outline of the scar that had quickly formed. He hated to think what his hospital bill was going to be, considering he had the bare bones for insurance. Just to be on the safe side, the chief had put him on desk duty, which had lasted about two weeks and tomorrow, he'd be back in the squad car, right along with his best friend/brother from another mother. It was nerve-racking, not that he ever showed such things. He was surprisingly calm and in the bar, he looked like a guy with a beer and a file with a lot on his mind. He was quite the opposite of Caleb when it came to his love life. not that he was complaining. He'd never known the pleasure of bedding a woman, and he didn't care to find out what he had been missing out on.
He was a sweet guy, and it was easy to take advantage of him, but he was insanely overprotective of those that were close to him, which had been the reason why he had gotten shot in the first place. He had been protecting his best friend from a crazed man that he had allowed into his house, into his sister's life. He had known from the beginning that something wasn't quite right about him and to hear that V, the criminal that Interpol was searching for, was behind it, it just made his blood boil. It also drove him to stay up countless hours, staring at the file before him like it would reveal something that the others hadn't been able to find. Even though he shouldn't, he blamed himself for the entire fiasco. It was a miracle that he had even passed his psych evaluation with flying colors. Hell, if he hadn't been given the results, he probably wouldn't have believed it himself.
With a heavy sigh, he finished off the last of his beer and licked his lips, raising his hand for another. Being an officer of the law, he knew he would have to call a taxi and collect his car either before or after his shift tomorrow. Really, he hadn't planned on getting fall-down drunk, but he figured he might need a few beers, considering he was looking over things that opened up old, familiar wounds. He usually had a hangover in the morning, although his performance was always spot on. Luckily for him, Caleb was the type to take orders, so he didn't have to worry about trying to tell the man what to do. The more that he thought, the farther his mind drifted. A herd of elephants could be on the rampage, and he probably wouldn't even notice.
