[CLOSED] daydream away

[blake falon aldridge]

Blake had just gotten out of the shower, and walked to her bunk. She pulled her box out from under the bed, ignoring the looks she was getting from all the other male officers. They were nothing but pigs, especially when she got out the shower. She pulled out a pair of jeans, slipping them on under her towel before pulling out a shirt. She slipped her jacket over it, running her hands through her wet hair before kicking her box back under her bunk. She looked up at the gawking eyes, and shook her head. She slipped a pony tail holder around her wrist, then headed back out to her desk in the next room. She started to sort through her papers, putting her gun into her lap.

* OUTFIT

[rex 'r']

Rex felt the massive Dane at his side leaning again, and gently pushed him away with a leg, tossing his badge on the desk so somebody could clock in for him.
He continued walking, Dakota's leash loose on his wrist, a wooden and white cane held in hand. He heard a shuffle of papers at a familiar desk and a blind smile graced his lips, folding the cane in half so it was barely a burden, hand brushing the more feminine one.

"How's my favorite officer?" He teased, a hand locating the chair the next desk over. Dakota curled up at his feet lazily as he faced the direction of the other desk, hand tracing over the desk to the computer to flip the monitor on. He put on his headset, listening to the spoken updates being run by.

[blake falon aldridge]

Blake heard someone rounding the corner, and pulled her gun from her lap, holding it out in the direction of the person coming. She saw it was just Rex, and put it back down into her lap.

Blake smiled, reaching down to pet the familiar dog. She kissed the top of it's head, watching Rex sit down. "Tired. I still feel bad, they stick you back here with me instead of out front with everybody else. The only reason they got me back here is cause I don't have a place to stay." She felt bad for him, knowing he couldn't be out there with everyone else. "But I guess the noise gets to you, huh?"

She pulled out a file, leaning back in her chair with her pen in her mouth. She read over it, then sat it aside, taking the one she saw her superior holding out. She flipped it open, scanning the pages. "Crap.." She breathed, slamming it down on her desk.

[rex 'r']

Rex shrugged some. "Ah, I'm used to it. They still let me do feild work so that's always a plus eh? Oh.." He turned back from typing something up on the computer, had certain things with key commands easy to bring up, still able to get reports done just as fast as the others.

Thumbing through a stack of papers, he felt the sticky note tab and separated the pile, held them out. "They wanted me to give you those."
He turned back to the desk, snatched up a toothpick and refocused on the headset, huffed something into the mic.
Her curse brought a smile to his lips. "Problem?"

[blake falon aldridge]

She took the stack of papers, thumbing through them before pulling out a folder. She opened it, expecting another case. But it was nothing but a picture of her in the shower. She got up, almost tripping over the dog.

"I'm sorry, baby." She said, leaning down to kiss it's head again before storming to her superior, slamming it down on his desk. "It's one thing to be taking these, but it's another to be giving them to Rex! You put a stop to this, or someone's going to get shot in the foot!" She screamed, then stormed back to her desk.

"Inconsiderate." She grumbled, pulling up a file on her computer. "No, it's not a problem. They got me going with Garrison for a week to the other side of town, see if we can catch whoever is raping and tossing girls into the lake. I have to stay with him, in a house, alone. And we both know what a pig he is." She typed something with her right hand, then wrote something on the folder with her left.

[rex 'r']

Rex listened to her leave after she apologized to the dog, shook his head. He knew he was respected by the older guys here, hell he'd been raised here. But some of the ones closer to their age...
He wondered what had been in the damn folder, knew he could not have rejected it had it been of importance. He didn't pry though, smiled sympathetically at her return and explanation.

"Yikes..sounds like a rough week," He breathed with a shake of his head. He frowned after a moment. "Another drug bust the other night huh?" Typing something in silently, fingers grew hesitant as he listened to the reports instead. Then he continued.

Reaching his free hand up, he muted the mic. "So, when do you have to go on that little undercover nightmare of yours?"

[blake falon aldridge]

Blake looked up from what she was doing and pulled the folder back towards her. "Uh.. leave day after tomorrow.." She said, then put it back on the corner of her desk. She pulled the other folder back.

"I wouldn't know. The other night I was at AFTERLIFE. Got at least six guys in lock up now for intent to engage in acts of prostitution." She crossed her legs, looking up as Garrison rounded the corner.

"Hey babe. Heard about our little trip?" He asked, and she scowled.

"If you try anything, I will shoot you. Don't you have someone else to bother?" She asked, clearly aggravated.

"No one as pretty as you." He said with a smirk, then leaned over to her. She raised her gun, holding it to his chest as she moved closer to Rex.

"Come any closer and I will shoot." She said, cocking the gun. He walked off, and she moved back into her chair. "Idiot's scared of an unloaded gun." She started typing again, then looked over at Rex, tapping her pen on the table. She reached over, putting her hand over the mic, gently pulling the headset down around his neck. "What are you doing this weekend?"

[rex 'r']

A crooked smile teased his lips at the conversation that fell through. "You could always sic Dakota on him," He teased, leaning back in his chest as he felt her pull the headset away. "Mic's already off."

But now he couldn't hear the repirts either, and instead focused on her murmured question. Sightless, clouded blue eyes danced distantly towards the sound of her voice then away. "This weekend..? Hm, I'm free. I'm almost always free when it's not work Blake."

Another faint smile quirked up a corner of his lips gently. "Did you want to go do something?"

[blake falon aldridge]

She laughed. "He's so rotten, the poor puppy would get sick." She said, leaning down to pet him. "Isn't that right, baby? I know, he's so mean."

She looked back up at Rex, biting her lip. "Yeah, I'd like that." She said with a smile. She took one of his hands, pulling it over into her lap. She ran her fingers across the tattoos there.

"Did all this hurt?" She asked, turning over his hand gently. She ran her fingers over his arm, tracing some of them with her nail. She looked over at a knock on the wall, letting his hand rest in her lap as she bent back, taking the folders from the guy who worked in the lab. She smiled, handing him a few of the cases she had finished. She put her keyboard ontop of her tower, spreading out the folders. She flipped through a few of them, then started pulling out pictures.

"You want some coffee?" She asked, gently setting his hand back in his lap as she stood up.

[rex 'r']

Rex laughed faintly at her comment, heard Dakota's tail thumping on the ground. "Good," He murmured. "This weekend then." Feeling her take his hand he nodded. When it was important or formal work, he always hid them.

"Quite a damn bit actually. All that work and I don't even get to see them." He chuckled. They adorned most of his body, he was perfectly comfortable with hiding them for such profession though, had figured, why not do it?

Others could enjoy even if he couldn't. The faith it would take in somebody, to sit down and thell them to add of to the first specific tattoos he had wanted. To tell them 'have at it', 'create an expression'. When you were blind, single and lived alone though, you had to have a lot of faith in a lot of people. It was amazing the amount of truth and kindness kne could get back, even if it often came with certain deceit as well. He'd had his share of being victim to cruel things.

His hand was returned, pulling him from his thoughts. "Coffee? Sure."