[For Keith timed to Sept 22]

Sep 28, 2008 13:13

Owen was busy that day cleaning up the clinic and trying his best to be useful. His fight with Mark still weighed heavily on his mind. He figured that the little fink had gone to Tosh by that point and now any chance he had at getting more time with his son was probably blown because of one irrational outburst. How much did that freaking figure ( Read more... )

the unfortunate saga of owen kicking mar, keith

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neptune_noir September 29 2008, 00:19:21 UTC
Keith returned a brief, fixed and equally tense smile, the cop's smile; polite without being actually friendly. It was the smile you used when on official business.

"Probably because it isn't," Keith said. "Come into the office, would you? We need to have a word."

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hates_nature September 29 2008, 00:50:22 UTC
"Yeah, sure," Owen said, sighing as he pulled away from the shelf he was reorganizing.

"Anything you like," he added as he followed Keith to the IPD offices. God, he felt like a little kid in trouble heading to the headmaster's office. Great, just great.

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neptune_noir September 29 2008, 00:52:36 UTC
"Have a seat," Keith said, as he walked in. It wasn't really a request. He crossed to sit behind the desk, leaning forward on his elbows and looking at the filed report. "You want to tell me what happened with Mark Cohen?"

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hates_nature September 29 2008, 01:00:15 UTC
Owen took a deep breath and looked down at his hands in his lap once he'd sat down.

It sounded to Owen like someone had already told him what happened with Mark. Like he didn't need to reiterate it just for the sake of having matching stories.

Owen was silent for a long moment, staring at the creases in his knuckles before he looked up at Keith. "Do you really need me to repeat what you probably already know?" he asked. He realized that it made him uncooperative, but he didn't particularly see the point in this little exercise.

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