"This is Detective Virginia Stewart, leave a message after the tone."

[OOC: For mun, or muse]

[Follows THIS & THIS]As soon as Matt knew what the hell was going on, he had sent Vee a text message telling her he was on his way home earlier and asking her to wait for him in case she had any plans on going out anywhere. Bloody typically, he got stuck in a rush of school traffic and he felt like he was negotiating his car at snail's pace through ( Read more... )

It seemed Euan was all for keeping his word that week. First the date, and then arranging another lunch with Vee after he pulled out on their drinks arrangement to fuck off to Amsterdam. It might have had something to do with the fact that Vee threatened to pluck out his short and curlies if he didn't make some time for her. He wasn't allowed to ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS and THIS]Matt had made it home for Valetine's Day with about 3 minutes of the day to spare. He had been on the go since 5am since they got the call out of the new case, and he and Ronnie only managed to clear the decks to go home at around 11.30 that night. He was apologetic, of course, and somewhere through all that admitted that he ( Read more... )

It had been a hellish few days, to say the least. Matt had barely had time to scratch himself, let alone allow anyone else to scratch him, and it was just one of those types of cases where you had to drop everything else to focus on it. There had been some slight breakthroughs, of sorts. They just weren't entirely positive breakthroughs. To start, ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]Vee was grateful for at least one thing: no matter how fucked things had become, Matt still gave her warning of when he was coming home. Especially when she had promised to get them fish dinners and have them here ready for him. And she had, but then there had also been a lot of candles to set up, and music to put on. ( Read more... )

Just because I coughed, doesn't mean I need to get covered up in plastic sheeting, and kept in a separate room.

[Follows THIS and THIS]Matt really had planned to just stick to non-alcoholic beverages. But Ronnie basically told him he should chill and have a pint, it was New Year's after all. After the last month, Matt didn't have to be coaxed too hard. A pint sounded extremely appealing. The only thing was, he didn't stop at a pint, and Ronnie made no ( Read more... )

Just when Euan was sure things could get more shit, he woke up the morning after the night with Gee feeling like he really was having a heart attack. Which would have been fine, but he couldn't stop coughing to actually acknowledge that it might be heart failure. He was coughing to the point of choking and he had both Matt and Vee awake at around ( Read more... )

[Follows THIS]Euan's cold had reached a climax, and all he could think about was reaching another climax of his own. His nose wouldn't stop running, he was only just hanging onto his voice by a thread, even if it was scratchy and hoarse, he was sneezing and coughing, his eyes were red and stingy, and he was now surrounded by a pile of cold and flu ( Read more... )