Lights That Lead Us

[Bryson Kyle Pierce]

Now that it was over, Bryce could breathe again. He’d been holding his breath the entire time he knew she was in that club. He’d never understood the need to make detective or rise in the ranks. Of course, he had never had dreams of rising through the ranks. If it happened, that was just a bonus. His whole thing was about helping people find justice, by doing his part in the crime lab and collecting evidence. The only reason he applied for promotion was because he wanted to be in the field and you couldn’t do that without that badge. Without it, he was just another kid in a white lab coat doing tests and handing off the results to someone else. “I don’t have work tomorrow, you? Where’s the nearest bar?” He asked, though he already knew where the nearest one was and it was behind them. “We’ll drop Atticus and Scotty off and hit the bar for a few shots,” he suggested, wiggling his brows.

“Hey! I did not say, even in subtext, that you needed to wear your uniform to work. You’ll give them all a heart attack,” He said, rolling his eyes. There weren’t many guys running around that close to retirement, a few sure, but not enough to have a mass heart attack thing going. Bryce sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Suit yourself,” he sighed, as though giving up on the pom-pom ordeal. Bryce pulled back on the leash lightly, so Scotty would remember he was on a leash in the first place. Scotty knew this path to the fields where he could run free. “When you least expect it, Darlin’,” he added, grinning wickedly. It was a challenge for him to find out her secret ticklish spot. He would find it; eventually.

Bryce turned down another path, starting to enjoy his night now that everything was behind them. There wouldn’t be anyone following them, hunting them down because of a bad sting. Come morning, or whenever, Devon would walk into her precinct to the sounds of applause and cheers for a job well done and Bryce would hear about it all when he stepped through the doors of the lab he loved so much. There would be one more asshole behind bars that won’t be selling drugs on their streets to anyone who had the cash. In the whole of it all, one guy wasn’t a whole hell of a lot, but when him out of the way, his minions won’t have any product and at least that arm of the game will dry out.

Tag|| Devon!
Words|| 431
Clothes|| What a Wreck
Music|| If Only They Knew By A Rocket To The Moon
Notes|| <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon had always been ambitious ever since she was a little kid. Before Frankie’s murder, her dream of a life in politics had made sense, but now it was one of the last things she wanted. Now she wanted to be able to help people and stop families from being torn apart the way hers had been because of one bullet and an unsolved mystery. Sure, she did vital work as one of the officers, but she wanted a more hands on approach to her job and the respect that came with the gold shield; right now, if she offered a suggestion it was pushed to one side until the detectives had pursued other avenues first. It was hard being young and fresh faced when some of the detectives had been working for the NYPD for over twenty years and thought they knew and had seen it all. Still, while Devon was highly ambitious, she still knew how to have her fun and her lips twitched into a smirk as she looked up at her CSI friend. “I just pulled a double shift, technically. I’m off until Monday.”

[/color] It was her allotted weekend off from chasing criminals and it had been extended thanks to the hours she had put it to make tonight a success. “So, you’re on.”[/color] Devon rarely backed down from a dare and with tonight being a night to celebrate if Bryce wanted to hit the bars then she would be there.

Folding her arms and making sure she didn’t drop Atticus’ leash, Devon looked up at Bryce with a raised eyebrow and a twinkle in her blue eyes. “Apart from that one picture I showed you on my phone, you’ve never seen me in my uniform. How do you know that you wouldn’t have a heart attack before they did?”[/color] She asked wickedly, messing around again. Somehow, this cheerleading thing kept coming up and haunting her since she had confessed her high school secret to Bryce. Luckily though, he never spread the gossip to anyone else and so Devon didn’t mind the jokes and the teasing. “Just remember; it’s never wise to sneak up on a cop.”[/color] She warned, though she knew he’d still try it just to find her weak spot.

It might have just been one bad guy and in no time there would probably be another to fill his shoes, but it still felt good putting someone behind bars first hand and knowing that there was very little chance of them walking the streets for a good number of years. In her books, it was one hell of a good end to her working week and just another reason to let her hair down and enjoy the days off that followed. For just a short while, she got to be Devon and not Officer Walker.
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TAGGED! Bryce!
WORDS! 506!
OUTFIT! Casual Again!
LYRICS! Wonderwall - - - Oasis
NOTES! <3