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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Mar 21, 2012 20:09:52 GMT -5
This was a big deal. As far as big deals went, this was the biggest in Devon’s life so far. She was panicking. Devon Olivia Walker was the calm one, always collected and the guys who she worked with knew better than anyone how controlled she could be. Whenever there was a confrontation, from the day Devon had graduated from the academy, she had been cool, kept control of her weapon and her temper and had bailed one of her fellow officers out once or twice when the pressure got too much. Hell, if those guys could see her now they would probably die of laughter. It wasn’t like she was staring down the barrel of a gun or being held hostage in any way. All she had been asked was to take part in an undercover operation that would help boost her career a little bit.
She had done these once or twice before, but she had basically been back up. This time, the captain wanted to cast her in the starring role. The suspect was a guy who was practically untouchable. He worked far too subtly for the police to catch him after the crimes were committed, but one of the detectives had a plan. The guy always hung out at a club to do his dirty dealings and if they could get someone in long enough to convince him to deal with them then things would be perfect for an arrest. The problem? Most of the cops would be noticed a mile away as actual cops. The detective had suggested Devon before the captain had addressed them all; she was the least stereotypical cop out there and was young enough to fit in with the clubbing scene. If she pulled it off, it would be perfect and give her support for her detective badge chase.
Devon had spent so long trying to prove she wasn’t that girl they wanted her to be that she didn’t think she could do it. She couldn’t reject this opportunity though. It had been such a long time since she had been clubbing though, since she had flirted with a guy or even been drunk. She had thrown all of that lifestyle away when Frankie had died and her life plan had changed. It seemed easier said than done to bring it all back again and there was only one person she knew she could talk to about the case and who wouldn’t laugh at her panic. What twenty three year old girl didn’t know how to flirt her way around a guy?!
She had taken advantage of her power and managed to pull Bryce’s address from the system. She knew him well enough already, but had never seen where he lived; most of their meetings had been during work or at the comedy club afterwards. After her shift, she headed home. She searched her wardrobe throwing a few things into a rucksack before sighing. Fashion had faded from her priorities over the last year and now it was a sacrifice that was biting her in the ass. Devon changed out of her uniform and made her way across the city to the address she had scribbled onto a coffee collar. At the door to the apartment complex she hit the buzzer and waited, hoping he was at home because this was not a conversation they could have at the bar.
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Mar 28, 2012 0:06:51 GMT -5
It was supposed to be Bryce’s day off, but he’d been called in early to work a case. His boss promised it was a fairly straight forward B and E. The couple had spent the weekend away and when they had returned, their brownstone had been ransacked. All he had to do was dust for finger prints, take pictures and talk to the home owners; get them to make a list and send it to their insurance company. Then it was an afternoon spent in the lab working through the databases for a hit on the prints. As it turned out, there had been a hit, a guy with priors for breaking and entering, theft, even bodily harm with and without a weapon. By the time Bryce left the lab, he had the case all tied up with a pretty colourful bow and set on his boss’s desk for review. He was a CSI detective, but he was a level up from the bottom rung, so he still had to get everything reviewed by his higher ups.
As soon as he clocked out, Bryce pulled out his phone and texted his nephew. He had no pressing matters he had to take care of and if Tristan was down there was a night of video games, junk food and random conversations about movies, school and sports ahead of them. Bryce would never say no to having his nephew over, and since his own home life was very black and white sitcom, Tristan almost never turned down an invitation. Tristan replied almost instantly, informing Bryce that he was at the library working on a paper but as soon as he was done, he’d be over. Naturally Bryce smirked at his screen. Tristan was turning out to be more like the Pierce brothers with every passing minute.
Bryce drove home, and went straight up to his apartment on the upper west side. The apartment and the car had been non-negotiable with his mother. She hadn’t wanted him to move to New York in the first place, so when she finally saw that the move was happening whether she wanted it to or not, she decided her youngest son was at least moving into a nice place, well out of his personal price range, and he was getting a car so he could drive back to New Haven on every day he had off; which worked through College, going home on weekends to do his laundry but after that, not so much.
He tossed his keys into the bowl by the door, his bag on the couch and went straight to his room. He needed to lock his piece away and have a shower. He loved working in the labs, really, but the smell of some of those chemicals he had to use was something the young CSI could really live without. He was barely out of the shower when the buzzer sounded. Bryce grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he went. The building, as his mother had informed him a million times over, had an advanced security system. There were cameras in the lobby for the tenants to see who their buzzing in. When Bryce’s eyes fell on Devon, his brows rose confused. How had she gotten his address? “Devon? What’s wrong?” He asked, automatically assuming something had to be up for her to just show up out of the blue. “Come up,” he added, hitting the buzzer to let her up.
Bryson didn’t know what to think, but he did know he couldn’t answer the door in a towel with sopping wet hair. He thought them close enough but didn’t want to shock the poor girl with that sight. Sighing, Bryce went straight to his room, grabbing clothes from this drawer and that to toss on before she knocked on the door. He was buttoning up his jeans when he heard the knock, and quickly moved through the apartment to grab it.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Mar 28, 2012 9:59:34 GMT -5
She had to admit, she felt like quite an idiot showing up like this. It wasn’t even a life or death situation and she knew that there were a million more important things out there to worry about; she had seen most of them during her time on patrol, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to rest until she had this nailed. If she messed up, or couldn’t pull this off then there was just than just a promotion at stake and a criminal the city had been chasing for years might just slip further from their grasp and Devon didn’t think she could handle things if she was held responsible for it. She had to get this right; things had to be perfect and she couldn’t falter. She was just so nervous and she knew that if she tried to tell her partner and uniformed friends that she wasn’t big on clubbing, hadn’t flirted in a few years and didn’t know if she could pull this off, they would probably laugh at her.
A few years ago, she wouldn’t have felt like this. Like most college girls on a night out, she had used her charm and flirted a few free drinks out of hopeful guys who didn’t get anywhere with her, but that had been all in fun and back when she wasn’t considering law enforcement as a career choice. Now, it had been so long since she had shown an interest in a guy that it was almost like she was that innocent fourteen year old again. Work had consumed most of her life and socialising usually was with other cops in a bar where their attitudes were just as competitive as ever and pool contests were a way of showing strength and dominance. There had been a time when losing to Devon had cost the men on the force a week of dignity and provided the girls with an ego boost to play when necessary, but now they were all equals and she was seen as much of a guy as the rest, despite their loving jibes of “Goldilocks” whenever they wanted to mess with her.
Her friendship with Bryce existed away from all of that though. He didn’t hang with the officers that she knew and most of the time she did spend with him was at the comedy club, rather than the dingy dive bar where most of the precinct hung out once their shifts were over. For their jobs, nights like that were needed to get over a heavy case or one that touched too close to home. However, Bryce was different from the guys she usually spent time with. He didn’t make the same innuendo jokes and mess around as much as they did, though Devon had definitely learnt that he had a playful, joking side to him. Another reason why he was the only one she thought could help her right now. At least when she grew uncomfortable or messed this up he would be there with a joke and a grin for her to try and lighten the mood and stop her from stressing out too much.
She startled slightly when she heard his voice, lost in her own thoughts for a split second. “I need your help.”
[/color] She responded, knowing full well that she couldn’t discuss the case with him over a buzzer where everyone could hear the details. Pulling the door open when he buzzed her in, Devon let out a long sigh and made her way to the elevator to his floor. This was a mistake. He was probably going to laugh at her panic and remind her of what they did for a living. They saw the most brutal of crimes and Devon was panicking over a dress and flirting techniques?! She knew how ridiculous it sounded, but hopefully he would understand once she explained everything to him. She didn’t have to wait long after she knocked and blinked as she took in his appearance and the wet hair. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just..”[/color] She trailed off, biting her lip and casting her gaze to the floor. “This is so stupid.”[/color] She murmured, raising her hand to her forehead. “There’s a case and I’m stuck and I need some help, but the beat cops will probably die laughing if I went to them.”[/color] She bit her lip again, a nervous glimmer in her cobalt eyes. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 752! OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Mar 28, 2012 19:06:42 GMT -5
Bryce brushed away the comments with a chuckle. "I had to work today. Lab stuff and I didn't want to linger around that building in case my boss decided he just had to have me on the next case to hit his desk," he said with a shrug. He had thought it would be Tristan buzzing up, but that wouldn't have made any sense with him half way across the city at the library. Bryce shook his head. Clearly something was up, even if it was something minor he felt pleased that she would find her way to his doorstep with her problems. Bryce threw open the door wider allowing Devon inside his apartment.
“Come in, tell Bryce all about it. I’ll order pizza,” he said, shutting the door again once she was inside. “Don’t say no because I was ordering it anyway,” he added before she could open her mouth and refuse. He grabbed his phone of the couch, where he’d tossed it after racing from his room. Bryce went to send another text to his nephew but there was one waiting. Bryce chuckled sending a quick reply before slipping the phone into his pocket. “Sorry, my nephew was supposed to come over. Apparently a party is more exciting than a night of pizza and video games,” he explained with a chuckle.
Bryce had actually been looking forward to a night just hanging out with his nephew. He wasn’t all that upset that the kid was ditching him for a party, Heaven and Hell knew Bryce had ditched out on hanging with his brother plenty of times for parties and Patrick was hardly upset when he’d done the same thing too. He shook his head and waved his hand in a follow me motion before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge and held on out to Devon. He couldn’t really complain that he’d been ditched when he had a pretty girl taking up the time he would have spent alone; even if it was because of a problem she was having with a case. Bryce leaned against the counter, twisting open the bottle. “Alright first, tell me what you want on your pizza, nerves almost always settle with pizza, then while we wait, you can tell me what’s happened and we’ll figure it out,” he said, chugging water from the bottle.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Mar 29, 2012 5:51:22 GMT -5
She hadn’t even stepped through the door, but she felt calmer already. She nodded in understand at what he said. Even the officers she worked with had been coerced into running to another scene if they dared stay behind longer than was necessary. Sometimes it was unavoidable, but there were plenty of other moments when the veteran detectives took advantage of the loose beat cop lingering behind to grab a cup of coffee before leaving. She managed a small smile and stepped inside, carefully lifting her bag from her shoulder and resting it against the wall. “Thanks, I’m gonna owe you big for this.”
[/color] She said, letting out a relieved sigh as she raked her fingers through tangled hair. She let out a soft laugh and looked at Bryce with amusement in her eyes. “I just finished a nine hour shift; there is no way that I’m turning down pizza.”[/color] She explained with a playful twinkle in her eyes. She hadn’t eaten since lunch and then it had just been a quick sandwich from some corner store. However, she’d been in such a panic that it seemed almost foolish to think about eating before coming over here and her stomach let out a low growl at the mention of food. Devon looked around his apartment, taking in the details with an observant eye whilst he pulled out his phone. She nodded in understanding again, her lips turned upwards in a smirk. “I’d take a night of pizza and video games over a party.”[/color] The mention of the latter reminded her of the reason why she was here and she shook her head, quickly remembering how she had found his place. “I owe you an apology, by the way. I sort of used the database to track you down. I was panicking.”[/color] She cringed openly at the truth and then shrugged, hoping he would understand. He hadn’t seemed mad when she arrived, so that was one good thing, right? Devon followed Bryce into the kitchen and leaned back against the counter, hooking her thumbs through her belt loops and smiling as how he could so quickly put her at ease when only half an hour ago she had been on the verge of a panic attack. Politely, she thanked him for the water and pulled the cap off, raising it to her lightly glossed lips. She grinned at him and tilted her head to the side in dramatic thought. “Anything but meat. I’m a strict veggie.”[/color] Normally, she would order whatever vegetarian special the pizza place had to offer, but considering not everyone liked that option, she would settle with a compromise. Besides, when it came to pizza she wasn’t particularly fussy. She raked her hand through her hair again and looked at Bryce with an embarrassed smile. “You’re going to laugh when you hear what the problem is.”[/color] The only difference between him laughing and the beat cops was that he would probably let it go, use it only to cheer her up, whereas the other guys would never let her hear the end of it and it wouldn’t look good to anyone around them. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 565! OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Mar 29, 2012 22:44:22 GMT -5
Bryce loved his job but when he got called in on his day off, it was a bit stressful. He’d made plans and then had to cancel them. Admittedly, they weren’t anything major. Groceries the gym, and the bookstore, that was it but by the time he was free from the white coat and latex gloves, he wasn’t in the mood to do those things. “Don’t worry about it, Dev,” he said, brushing it away. The young CSI shook his head. His shift had been about as long, but it had felt like a lifetime being cooped up in the glass rooms surrounded by the big machines. Sometimes he wondered if he would’ve still become a CSI first if he’d gone about getting where he was by the proper channels. Hitting the streets seemed far more exciting than showing up after the first responders and taking a brush across a surface with pink powder. “Good, I’m starving,” he said, running his fingers through his wet hair. He’d been in such a rush; he’d forgotten to grab the towel to finish drying his hair.
Bryce could remember a time when parties, music and girls had outranked a night of pizza and epic video games. There was a night in particular where he’d been supposed to meet up with Patrick but he’d bailed one night and went the next. Instead of video games and pizza, he’d gotten a twenty minute “talk” followed by an awkward silence, cough and a look between the two brothers that said they would both pretend this never happened so long as Bryce didn’t get some girl pregnant in high school. There were a couple party nights after that where Bryce skipped out just because he was afraid Patrick would find out and… talk to him again. “Hanging out with the best uncle in the world means nothing to kids these days. I mean its pizza! And awesome video games. Pat’s going to have his hands full with that kid,” Bryce said thinking about the talk they were bound to have. And Tristan was bound to say something that would have his father starring for a few minutes, just trying to figure out the right answer.
“Devon, you used the database for personal use? Gasp!” he said, drolly. There wasn’t a single cop in her unit that had Bryce’s number, never mind his address. And since he hadn’t been informed someone called looking for information on him, he figured she’d used her police skills to get her hands on the address. In the kitchen, Bryce dug his phone out again and searched the contact list for the pizza place down the street. He like a burger every now and then, but on his pizza, it was all veg. “Mushroom, hot peppers and red onions, good?” he asked, finding the number and hitting the talk button. He took a swig of water as the call connected. “Hey Chris, its Bryce, can I get the usual?” he asked and waited for the man on the other end to give him the time limit and cost; though the detective knew both well. He didn't mind cooking but it was just him and honestly, it was just easier to call down the street once or twice a week and order in. “Alright, thanks man,” he added before hanging up and looking towards Devon. He nodded. “Well in that case, you have roughly thirty minutes to make me laugh,” he said, throwing his arm around her shoulders and walking with her back into the living room.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Mar 31, 2012 13:50:43 GMT -5
Devon’s days as one of the new faces were almost over. That was one of the reasons why they were pushing her into this undercover role to test how she could adapt under the pressure. The Captain expected great things from her and knew that she worked hard with little complaint when she had to stay late or pull a double shift. She didn’t want to let herself, the team of detectives or him down by messing this up. She smirked at her CSI friend and then met his look with her own knowing one. “You haven’t heard why I’m here yet.”
[/color] She teased, hoping that her ominous words might spark a response from the laid back Bryce. Personally, she felt as though she was going to ruin the relaxing night he had planned before his nephew had text him. Even alone, he probably wouldn’t ever have thought Devon’s problem was going to be the way to pass a few hours of his time. She chuckled at him, wondering what it was like having a nephew. Frankie had been the oldest child and the only son in the Walker family. His death had changed everything and her parents hadn’t been the same since. They had watched the life of their only son be torn apart, nothing useful unearthed from the darkest rocks. Then, their now eldest child had thrown away her ‘promising’ future to become a cop and chase the guys who had killed Frankie. Even Stephanie, her little sister, wasn’t the same and there had been two interventions already to stop the college dropout from going down the wrong path. Her family was barely holding it together these days, pretty much only surviving on the love they had for each other. Still, no one knew about that fact in Devon’s life and she kept her personal tales exactly that; personal. “I’m sure you went through a similar stage. How old is he?”[/color] She asked, remembering too well when her older brother had found friends and beer a more promising night than one with his family, despite how close he was to Devon growing up. “Well, you’re not my uncle – thank god – and I probably wouldn’t know which way up to hold a gaming controller, but I can come through for you on the pizza appreciation.”[/color] She joked with a small chuckle, sipping at her water again. An unusual blush rose to her cheeks and she was quick to jump to her own defence. “I was panicking! I didn’t know what else to do and there was no time to try and track you down in the labs.”[/color] She bit her lip, knowing that she probably wasn’t the first to use the database for personal use, but she always felt guilty whenever she broke the rules. She was far too much of a goody-two-shoes. Pulling herself together again, she nodded at his pizza preference. “Yeah, sounds good to me.”[/color] She said, reaching up to her neck to play with the locket there. She watched him with an observant eye as he ordered the pizza, taking in his expression and light hearted manner that he seemed to do everything with. Even when their paths had crossed on tough cases, he never seemed overly stressed out or too worked up to make a small joke with her. Sometimes it was what she needed too and she hoped that he wouldn’t be too annoyed at her ‘problem’ that he couldn’t make her laugh again during all of this. It was serious, this had to go right and it came down to Devon playing the part and she had never been a natural actor. He guided her back to the living room and she laughed, pretending to stumble when his arm fell on her shoulders. Devon took a deep breath and brushed her hair back from her face again, the wild waves still there from the tight bun it had been gathered up in all day. “They’re after O’Neil again. Think that he is behind a recent string of violent crime and one murder. The detectives down in homicide have come up with a plan to get him into custody at least. They want to catch him dealing at some nightclub so we’re pulling an undercover sting.”[/color] She paused, her blue eyes flicking across the room to where she had dropped her bag. “They want me to try and flirt my way into his little world and try to get him to sell to me, or at least mention it to me.”[/color] She bit down on her lip and chugged the last of her water, her mouth suddenly dry as she started to worry again. “Bryce, I haven’t been on a date in over two years or in a nightclub in about as long. I haven’t a clue how to do this. I can’t flirt, I don’t know what to wear and I can’t step down from this op.”[/color] She said, groaning and dropping her head to her hands. God, this was all a mess. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 883! OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Apr 1, 2012 18:46:20 GMT -5
Bryce’s brows drew together, lifting the bottle to his lips. He admitted, he was curious as to why she would show up on his doorstep needing help. He’d been a CSI before he went through the tests to become a cop. That didn’t mean much, but it did mean that he hadn’t been trained as Devon had. And he only carried the gun because he had to, not because he wanted to. “Well, I’m nothing if not intrigued,” he said, watching Devon carefully. She seemed a bit nervous, but since she had shown up on his doorstep without notice, he figured that was just because she had been afraid of interrupting something.
And now that Tristan wasn’t coming around for the night, Bryce was even more open to the possibility of helping his friend out. He would have helped her anyway and but he would have felt terrible for leaving Tristan alone with the games until Devon wasn’t freaking out any longer. Bryce smirked, thinking of the devilish child. “I don’t deny it. He’s fifteen for the next four months, and doesn’t let anyone forget it. Good kid, captain of his school’s JV basketball team,” he said, giving her more information than she asked for. He couldn’t help it though; he was quite the proud Uncle. Bryson shook his head laughing. “You are such a girl, Devon Walker! And just an FYI, it’s the side with all the buttons,” he said, teasing her. It was amusing to see the actual girl behind the badge sometimes; it was such a rare occasion.
Bryce raised his hands in a surrendering manner. “Whoa, Dev, Take a breather! I was kidding! It’s okay.” Whatever had Devon showing up his door step; it was wreaking havoc on her nerve system. And Bryce breathed easier when he saw Devon relaxing again. Getting the go ahead with the order, Bryce went ahead with the call. He didn’t stay on the phone as long as he usually did when Chris was working. He was a nice kid, working his way through college at his parent’s pizza place. “Hey now!” he started as seriously as possible. “If you can’t even handle the weight of my arm, how are you supposed to handle the backfire of the gun, or tackling a suspect, hmm?” He was teasing her, lightening the mood so she would relax and be able to tell him what was going on with ease.
Taking a seat on the couch, Bryce sat back, mentally prepping himself for something that would probably be outrageously out of proportion. Half way through Devon’s explanation, Bryce ran his fingers through his hair before leaning forward, leaning his forearms on his thighs. This was bigger than Bryce thought, but definitely not as crazy as the path his overactive mind wandered down. He didn’t say anything at first, betting it was better to let Devon get it all out before he interrupted her and got her all off track. His mind was running ahead with all sorts of possibilities as she continued though, and when she was finished, he fell back against the couch, letting out a low whistle. He opened his mouth to speak, when she continued still. When he was sure she was finished this time, he sat up again. “Alright, we can get you through this. A couple of years out of the loop isn’t all that bad, really. It might even work to your advantage.” His mind was racing again with the possibilities of helping Devon. “What do you need me to do?” He asked, looking Devon in the eye.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Apr 1, 2012 20:02:19 GMT -5
Devon remembered the days of high school and the memories of being fifteen as though they were only yesterday. Frankie had been on the basketball team that had won the state championships and Devon was just starting out as a cheerleader and she was that typical high school girl with the bubbly personality and sweet hearted nature. No one back then would ever expect the young blonde to one day be carrying a gun and chasing criminals down the street. Back then, no one would have expected Frankie to be murdered either. Hearing Bryce talk so proudly about his nephew brought it all back and Devon smiled a bittersweet smile for a moment. Then, she let out a small laugh, looking down at her lap before flicking her sparkling blue eyes back to Bryce’s. “When I was fifteen, I was a cheerleader.”
[/color] She had never told anyone at the precinct that little fact, knowing that they’d never let her hear the end of it. There would be jokes for the rest of her career and then some. Devon shoved Bryce playfully, but with a little force. “Well, I’m glad you finally noticed! I thought you were supposed to be observant?”[/color] She mocked, folding her arms across her chest. She wasn’t the girliest woman out there but she also wasn’t a full blown tomboy either. She had a balance going on in the middle, or so she thought. She bit her lip and let out a long, shaky breath. She was such an innocent little thing at times and breaking the rules was never something that had come easy to her, even the smallest of them. “Sorry.”[/color] She mumbled, looking down at her boots and trying to pull herself together. The last thing she needed was to freak out about every little thing and make Bryce question her psychological state. Devon appreciated him joking with her to lighten the mood. It was exactly what she needed to calm herself down and remember that she was here with Bryce as a friend. She might have come over to get some help with work, but she hadn’t come to him solely because of his position in law enforcement; she was here because she trusted him and she hoped he would understand. “Oh please, my guns’ backfire and tackling suspects are a piece of cake compared to carrying this thing.”[/color] She pretended to struggle to lift his forearm. “Back to the gym for someone, I think.”[/color] She teased with a cheeky little smile on her lightly glossed lips. Telling him about the case at long last was like a weight off of her shoulders. She knew that he would understand that this was bigger than some other undercover sting the department had run before. O’Neil was the one they had been after for years without any luck and they were getting desperate enough to try something like this whilst they still had a young female officer on the force who wasn’t trying to beat the guys up or running to the bathroom to quietly cry whenever they got a new murder through. Devon knew better than to let it all get to her when she was on the clock; another reason why they had given her this. She bit her lip again as Bryce asked his question. This was the bit that was more embarrassing than confessing to the lack of a social life in recent years. “I’m New York born and raised and I’m twenty three. I need to look and act like I belong in one of those clubs. I need to lose this entire cop exterior and become someone I never was.”[/color] She sighed and pushed herself to her feet, crossing his apartment to collect her bag. She looked at Bryce and hooked one of her thumbs nervously through a belt loop. “I don’t know what to wear. I grabbed what I had but I don’t know if any of them are going to be good enough.”[/color] Most of her wardrobe these days was shirts and jeans. “And I don’t know how to flirt?”[/color] She blushed again and swallowed hard. “My last boyfriend was, well, a while ago and…”[/color] She stopped again, sighing once more. “I’m not the girl who prowls clubs and hooks up with strangers. I didn’t sleep with the football team in high school and I spent most of my time at Stanford in the library or relaxing with friends in the dorms.”[/color] She offered, hoping the brief glimpse into her life would help Bryce understand why she was so flustered by all of this. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 810! OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Apr 2, 2012 19:24:58 GMT -5
High school for Bryce was average, really. He played for a couple of the school’s sports teams, trying to keep active so he wouldn’t turn into some hermit man. He got good grades and since his parents were too busy, he threw a few parties. They were hardly around anyway, so any evidence of a party was cleaned, by him because his nanny, for lack of a better term, refused to help him out. Bryson’s brow rose to hide under his messy bangs. “You,” he said, somehow shocked by that. “You were a cheerleader?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair. He could see it, but it still shocked him. Chuckling, he shook his head, his hair falling back into his face. “Do you still have the uniform,” he asked wiggling his eyebrows. If it weren’t for the fact they were friends, Bryce would be in serious trouble at work but their jokes were just that, and for the most part, they were outside of work. What he did in high school never really matter to Bryce. All he cared about what that he made good grades and had a ton of stuff for college applications. Bryce made a face at Devon obvious sarcasm. “Ha-ha, genius,” he said sticking his tongue out in a childish manner.
Even having a serious job, Bryson couldn’t stay serious. It seemed like too much work to parade around, letting what he did and what he saw on a daily basis get to him. He stuck by the rules he figured were set in stone, so pretty much all of them and worked around the ones that were only written in chalk. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, dismissing it instantly. Walking back out from the kitchen, Bryce let his arm leaden more. “Yeah, you if you can’t even lift my arm!” He exclaimed, laughing like a hyena for a second.
The CSI’s mind was working overtime as Devon explained everything more. All of these things were crazy to her, but to him, it was things he did on the weekends, when he didn’t work and the comedy club just wasn’t cutting it. “We can fix that,” he said, finally, patting Devon’s knee a couple times before standing up and making a bee line straight for his entertainment system. Being a guy, he had to have everything right there, in one place. He had everything a guy could ever want; a big screen TV, stereo system with surround sound, Xbox. He pulled his iPod from his back pocket and set it in the docking station. “We’ll start with this, and then go through the clothes you have with you and work from there,” he said, scrolling through the list before finding the song he was looking for. He figured Devon would recognize it and be more comfortable. He hit play and stood up. He leaned against the wall next to the iPod, crossing his arms. “Let’s see your moves, Officer,” he said with a wicked smirk. He was only trying to help but, he could have a little fun with it too. “Step one, so get moving! Unless you want me to dump that bag of yours all over the couch and pick through it first. But be warned, you'll have to wear whatever we find while you dance now,” he added, trying to wipe the grin off his face and failing miserably.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Apr 2, 2012 20:41:10 GMT -5
She had expected his surprised reaction at her high school confession. If people knew her as an Officer then they didn’t think she was anything like a cheerleader. If people knew her as a cheerleader then they didn’t think she was anything like an Officer! It was a no-win situation but Devon rarely discussed it so she expected it on the few occasions when she did bring it up in conversation. She continued to nod her head as he processed the information, her lips twitching into a big smile. “Mmhm. I have the pom poms too.”
[/color] She said honestly, rolling her eyes. They were in the back of her wardrobe. She kept them there as a reminder of the world she had come from and who she used to be. Sometimes it just helped her after a tough case to think back on a time when there was nothing to worry about other than landing correctly after a jump. When she felt his arm leaden, Devon genuinely stumbled for a moment, not expecting more ‘weight’ on her shoulders, but she laughed, regaining her footing and turning to tease Bryson with a soft twinkle in her blue eyes. “Geez, that arm of yours could take down a whole football team!”[/color] She joked, glad that she wasn’t feeling so panic stricken anymore. She knew that coming here was probably the best move to make and she was even happier that she hadn’t made a mistake in doing so. She knew that Bryce had more of a social side to his life than she did. Other than the odd drink after work, Devon pretty much kept to herself with books, trips to the family on weekends and the occasional trip into the heart of the city to grab lunch with old friends or to do some shopping. It wasn’t that she was hiding or running from anything, she just didn’t feel the need to go out, get drunk and grind against a guy she didn’t even know the name of. None of that was her scene at all. Her eye narrowed as she watched him cross the room, wondering what he could’ve been up to. It took a few seconds for her to recognise the song that played, but she quickly remembered it from the radio most mornings when she was getting ready. She probably couldn’t name the singer, but she was familiar with the lyrics and the beat. She laughed at his words and shook her head, almost struggling to speak through her amusement. “You make it sound like I’m a stripper!”[/color] She exclaimed, pulling herself together and dabbing at the corner of her eye with her pinky. She pushed herself to her feet and took one look at him before laughing again. “Stop grinning!”[/color] She raised her hands to her face and took a deep breath before pushing her hair back from her eyes. If they were going to do this she may as well pretend they were in the club already. Nothing but her full effort would work with O’Neil and the quicker she got comfortable with that, the better. Twisting around, she grabbed her bag and chucked it at Bryce. “No laughing at the crap in there. Most of them are what friends picked out.”[/color] She said as she pulled the few pins that were left in her hair out, dropping them to the table as she peeled off the plaid shirt so that she was just in her vest. It was awfully warm now that her face was flushed beet red. Another deep breath and she closed her eyes, trying to forget Bryce was there for a few seconds until she fell into a rhythm with her hips. Once she was good with that she tried to move her arms too, raising one until her hand gathered some of her hair up on top of her head. Then, she opened her eyes, saw Bryce and tried her best to throw him a ‘come hither’ gaze, but she cracked up laughing instead, falling back onto the sofa as her face flushed again. “Oh no, I can’t pull that off.”[/color] She chuckled, taking a moment and leaning forward, resting her arms on her knees as the giggles subsided. She never thought that preparing for this might actually be fun! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 759 OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Apr 14, 2012 22:51:20 GMT -5
“I need pictures! I don’t believe you,” he said, chuckling. Of all the people in the world, Bryce would never have pictured Devon to the cheerleader. But now that she’d admitted as much, he could absolutely see her on the sidelines of the football game, shouting out cheers and building pyramids, getting the crowd riled up and the team in high spirits to finish out the game with a win. He still had his jerseys in his closet, there now as reminders of growing up, but before they had been things Tristan enjoyed wearing to bed when he crashed at Uncle Bryce’s place. Of course, then, he’d been what, twelve at most. Eventually, he stopped wearing them, but it always amused Bryce at the time. Thinking if he ever had kids, he hoped they’d do the same thing. “I know!” he said as seriously as he could. “I’ve been told plenty of times I don’t need the gun. Too bad it’s mandatory,” he said on a sigh with a shake of his head. He hated that he had to carry around a gun when he was on duty. He almost wished he hadn’t gone through the testing and all the requirements to become a proper detective and work in the field. It had taken a lot of talking through with Patrick and Tatiana but eventually they talked him into doing the work. After it was all said and done, there weren’t enough ways to say thanks for the encouragement and support he’d had in them.
Bryson hoped that by getting Devon to relax and fall into the moment, she’d calm down enough to realize she knew what she could do, what she had to work with and work it. He saw the potential in her, but he never saw her in the clubs he visited. He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “To get through this, you might have to be possessed by one. I know a good Voodoo high priestess over on west fifty second.” Bryce held up his hands in a surrender gesture. “Don’t shoot!” he said, coughing out a chuckle. Bryce was just about to put his hands in his jeans pockets when the bag Devon had brought in with her was tossed across the room at him. He managed to catch it, with a look of excitement in his eye. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. “Oh, goody! Slut it up time!” he said, teasing, attempting to raise his voice a couple octaves to a girlier tone. Happily, he flipped the bag over in his hands and shook it until everything fell out onto the floor at his feet. There was a mess of dresses, skirts and everything he assumed a girl would need for a night on the town. “Yikes!” he said to himself, biting his lip before he bent down to pick up a sparkly dark blue dress he’d first mistaken for black. Sequins were annoying, but that thought was coming from the CSI in him. They were so difficult to find when some were missing on a dress that came in on a victim.
He straightened holding it up to view, allowing Devon a few moments away from his attention to figure out what she was comfortable with. Bryce had thought this would be easier than dressing her up and taking her out. At least in his living room there was no one else there to see her if she felt like a fool. It was just him and he wouldn’t make fun of her; tease her a little bit, but he never meant any harm by it. And if the sting was happening at the club, they couldn’t go there in case O’Neil was lurking about. He turned his attention back with a smirk. Alone, she was getting her rhythm about her. His grin widened at the attempt, and when she burst out laughing was about the same time he did. He shook his head. “Work on that,” he said, still smiling after he’d calmed down the laughter. He tossed the dress in her direction. “Go, put that on, let me see,” he said, crouching down to hit pause on the docking station.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Apr 28, 2012 14:23:42 GMT -5
Smirking, knowing that she could show him proof, Devon reached down to her jeans and extracted the slim cell phone from her pocket, flicking through the menus until she found the photo gallery. She had a photo of her and Frankie back when they were in high school after one of the basketball games. It had been on every phone she ever had and acted as a constant reminder of why she did what she did. Once she found it, her smirk grew and she held her phone out to Bryce. “How’s that for proof?”
[/color] It showed Devon at sixteen in her cheer outfit with Frankie holding the basketball under his arm, pulling his usual winning grin as Devon flashed an innocent smile towards the camera. Laughing at his serious expression, Devon shook her head, placing her hands on her hips “Too bad you’re the last thing that’d have me shaking in my boots.”[/color] She teased, biting her lip to hide the smile threatening to creep across her face. Carrying a gun was never easy to get used to when you were in their line of work and Devon believed that no one really got used to having to point it at another human when the time came for it. It wasn’t supposed to get easier and the day that it did would probably be the day she quit the force. The longer she was here, the more relaxed she began to feel. Bryce was probably the only person she could trust to talk to about this and know that he wouldn’t tell the whole of the precinct about it and her awkwardness. She wasn’t totally inept, but it wasn’t something that came naturally to her anymore and there was definitely some practice needed before she could confidently pull off this sting. “Great, but the second you see me parading around in nothing but my underwear, please call for help.”[/color] She said, hoping it wouldn’t get that far. “Lucky for you I need you right now, so shooting you is out of the question.”[/color] She sighed, glancing down at the floor as though it was the biggest problem she had right now; trying to resist shooting Bryce. Narrowing her sapphire eyes at him, Devon was almost ready to challenge him to find something slutty in that bag, but she stopped herself before the words formed on her lips. Knowing Bryce he would find something, or cut the hem or neckline before she could stop him, just so that he didn’t lose the dare. The dress he picked up was one Devon hadn’t gone out in since college and she had almost forgotten that she even owned it. Still laughing from her terrible attempt to ‘seduce’ Bryce, she examined the material. He had gone with sequins; great. With a small sigh, she stooped down to snatch a pair of black pumps from the heap of things on the floor and then moved to the bathroom, pausing only to look over her shoulder and smirk at Bryce. “Y’know, if you ever need a career change, you could probably pull off ‘really camp stylist’ pretty well.”[/color] She teased, quickly hopping away and closing the door so that she could change. Stripping out of her normal clothes, Devon shimmied into the tight fitting dress Bryce had picked out for her. It fitted perfectly and she ran her hands down her sides as she examined herself in the mirror, twisting and turning to try and get a reflection of it in its entirety. The dress came to mid-thigh and hugged her body snugly. Once she was satisfied with how it looked, she slipped the heeled pumps onto her feet and then fluffed up her hair, sighing at the reflection before leaving her clothes neatly folded on the counter. Her fingers wrapped around the handle and she froze. A small smirk crossed her lips. She might be able to pull the whole thing off if she treated it more like a game. She took a deep breath and then pulled the door open. If she could mess with Bryce now and get a little bit of revenge on him for laughing at her before, then it would make this all worth it and probably bring her the confidence for all of this. Silently, she walked across the room, swaying her hips a little more than normal, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Bryce. Reaching out, she pulled him closer and placed her hands on his shoulders, flicking her eyes up to meet his with a smouldering gaze that she was surprised to pull off. “How do I look?”[/color] She breathed, inches from him, moving a step closer and trailing one hand lightly down his chest. This was what she’s have to do with O’Neil, unfortunately, but she could have a bit of fun with Bryce now and his reaction to this would probably help her measure just how much work she had to do before she could boldly go into that club and not look like a cop. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 881 OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Jun 10, 2012 22:35:19 GMT -5
Brow raised, Bryson took the phone from Devon to get a better look at what she was showing him. Bryce lifted his hands to his heart, clutching the phone close. “Where the hell where you when I was in high school. I may have chased after that whole jock/cheerleader stereotype,” he said as though his heart pained to have missed this part of Devon. Though, he thought vaguely that he may have had competition if they had known each other in high school. “You’re not getting this back,” he said teasing, though even he had to admit she looked pretty damn good in that little cheerleader uniform; much better than half the girls on his school’s squad. Even with the proof, he couldn’t completely believe this was little more than a Halloween costume or some play she’d been in in high school. Bryce laughed, handing her phone back finally. “You know me too well for that now,” he said, teasing. Bryce was one of the lab techs that had needed to get out in the field. Most of them were perfectly happy being confined behind the glass walls of the lab they worked. But Bryce had always wanted more than that; and that meant carrying a police issued nine millimetre.
Bryson’s grin was wicked as he shrugged, crossing his arms. “Maybe not the exact second, but will do!” he said, chuckling and bracing for a slap. Teasing Devon was a favourite pastime if Bryson’s. He never knew exactly how she was going to react to what he said or did. Of course, the same could be said for him. Bryce smirked, rolling his eyes. “Alright, I’ll just make sure to run as soon as I feel I’ve been used and officially not needed,” he teased. As odd as it probably seemed, Bryce actually enjoyed helping Tatiana get dressed for date nights with his brother. She was always so frazzled, never knowing what to wear, as if she still had to impress Pat. He knew she only got like that because she was still so head over heels for him and Bryce loved knowing there were people like that in the world. After all those years of helping out his wonderful sister-in-law, he developed quite the fashion sense. And there was plenty for Bryce to work with in the bag Devon brought along with her. Some of it he really wanted to see held up against some scissors, but others had some potential without a couple cuts and snips.
Crouched down, Bryce turned to look over his shoulder at a retreating Devon. His grin was wicked as he shook his head. “Yeah, and you’ll be my assistant, right?” he said, turning around again to let her wander off to change. He really hoped that by doing all this she would realize she was already set to go out on this sting and nail it on the first try. Still crouched, Bryce scrolled through the play list he had specifically for getting ready to go out. It was all fast paced, good dance music. He hit play but turned it down a bit, so it was playing in the background and not blasting through the mini speakers at them. He stood back up and turned to lean on the wall again, waiting for Devon to show herself in the dress he’d chosen. Bryce wasn’t a fan of sequins. He despised them because when they broke, they fell everywhere and finding them at a scene was the next step towards the worst kind of torture.
She wasn’t gone long, but it felt like forever almost because he wanted to see what she looked like out of the jeans and sanctioned uniform. He was chugging back some water when she finally stepped out into the living room, barely making a sound aside from the click of heels on the hardwood floor and barely managed to swallow what was in his mouth before his jaw dropped. Of all the time Bryce knew Devon, he had never, not once, seen her wearing anything other than jeans and a tee or the uniform all cops had to wear with the badge. He was stunned in place, taken completely by surprise. She looked good in the tight, sparkly little number; the uniform did not do her justice in the least! He nearly lost his footing, but managed to save himself, and swallowed to wet his dry throat. He had to shake the cobwebs from his head and think straight. Seeing Devon in a dress was seriously messing with his head. “Damn,” he said, looking down at Devon. “Work those moves a little harder and you’ll have him eating out of your hand in a second,” he said, finally actually shaking his head.
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Post by Devon Olivia Walker on Jun 11, 2012 15:33:32 GMT -5
She folded her arms as Bryce took the cell phone from her, a smirk dancing on her lips as he looked at the picture. “I never dated any of the jocks.”
[/color] She said, truthfully. Aside from the fact that Frankie probably would’ve killed any of them for touching his sister, Devon hadn’t really been interested in half of the muscle heads who donned the football uniforms at her school. She had been more interested in the honest guys who didn’t spend their time trying to score off the pitch with some girl. Sure, there was a date or two somewhere with the athletic boys, but none of them had gone on to capture her heart. Before Nathan there had been no one serious. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll have to show you just how deadly a cheerleader can be.”[/color] Devon warned him, jumping at him to snatch her phone back from his grasp. “Well, it’s hard to be scared by someone who probably spends more time getting ready for a night out than I do.”[/color] She teased, raising her eyebrows at him. Devon rolled her eyes and shook her head, pretending to be disappointed in Bryce. She was used to jeering taunts and comments and took them all well in her stride now. Still, there was something different from the way the beat cops would tease her and the way Bryson would. His way seemed to make her laugh more and her sharp tongue wasn’t as quick with him as it was with the guys she had known since the academy. “Just remember that I have countless ways of dropping you on your ass.”[/color] She mock threatened with an accompanying glare. Still, if she did end up parading about in her underwear she had a feeling that it would be a little more than anyone involved in the sting had planned on and Devon would probably had gave her cover away by that point too. There were some things she definitely wasn’t about to do, even for the badge. Furrowing her eyebrows, Devon spun to look at him before she slid into the bathroom. “And assist with what? Being forced into dresses of your choice?”[/color] She asked, shaking her head before moving on and changing. Devon was not usually a girl of glitz and glamour and this dress was something a friend had talked her into buying for a themed birthday about a year back. She had only worn it for that one night, preferring to look less like a party girl. It didn’t exactly help with her career if she dressed up and flashed more skin than the average cope usually did in her downtime. She didn’t feel entirely comfortable in it, but she knew she was with someone who wouldn’t tease her for how she looked in the shiny number. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, Devon pushed her hair back from her face and tugged at the hemline of the skirt. This really wasn’t what she usually would wear on a night out anyway, but judging by Bryce’s reaction, the detectives really had thought it through before choosing her as bait. “I feel a little overdressed for pizza now.”[/color] She joked, perching carefully on the arm of the couch and biting her lip. “Anything else you have to teach me?”[/color] She asked, pushing herself back to her feet and fixing her dress again, folding her arms self-consciously across her chest as she shifted the weight from foot to foot. Even in front of Bryce she wasn’t wholly comfortable out of her jeans and snug t-shirts. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • • TAGGED! Bryce! WORDS! 639! OUTFIT! Cute Chic! LYRICS! How The Story Ends - - - Laura Baum NOTES! <3
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