justprompts: Sin with a grin.
((set to a few days after this))
At his parents' house, Nora has notes on her calendar marking how long Jake had been able to go without a cigarette. Smoking had been a habit that she had hated from the day that she had smelled the nicotine in his clothes, and she had been very vocal about it throughout the years, but it had taken Lena and a near death experience for him to actually make an attempt at quitting.
As he sits on the roof of the police station, he plays with his old lighter as he stares off at the city of Boston. For the past few weeks he has been fighting cravings that had felt like they were driving him up a wall, but today is different.
Everything is now different.
Reports had come in about a victim three states away. Dark hair, dark eyes, knife cuts carved throughout his body, and his name had been Jacob.
Do you get my message, baby? he almost hears Danielle whispering next to him, her voice suddenly so clear that it makes him clench his jaw tightly. Do you know what I'm saying?
Yes, he wants to yell out but doesn't just so they won't send him to the nearest mental hospital. Of course he understands. No one wants him to take the case, they keep reminding him that it's not even in their jurisdiction, but Jake can't help but be interested. It's Danielle, telling him that she's still out there. That she's still killing. And does he see the connection between the latest victim and himself?
Putting a cigarette in his mouth, he lights up before taking a long drag that feels like it takes forever. His lungs burn for a moment, but he welcomes the change because he has been too wrapped up in too many other things to think straight. He doesn't care how many days he had been able to go without smoking. He doesn't care that he'll have to start over. He needs to think clearly, and if he wants to hold on to his goddamn sanity that feels nonexistent at this point...he has to smoke a cigarette.
Or maybe the whole pack.
They're crazy if they think he won't try to take the case, or at least follow it. He can't help it. The second he had seen those scars on the other man's body, he recognized them immediately - the designs that only Danielle could make sense of, the same ones that trailed all over his chest and arms. The scar on his cheek and temple were identical to the cuts the other body had. As he looks down at his hands, he sees the scars that have formed from where his wrists had been bound, the places where his hand had been stabbed, and without looking at the pictures again he knows it's in the same spot that the other Jacob had been wounded before being killed.
At least his body will serve for something, he thinks wryly as he takes another long drag; they'll be able to compare notes on the pictures for the new cases and figure out if Danielle is responsible or not.
When he shows up in the morning to his parents' house for breakfast, only because he had promised he would and his father would be at work, Nora notices the smell of nicotine on his son at once but doesn't say anything. The heaviness in her son's body, the way there's a storm brewing in his eyes, she knows better than to say anything, so she just kisses his cheek and walks over to make him breakfast. Jake notices she glances at the calendar, as if to check how long he had been able to last, but he doesn't ask. He doesn't care. Honestly, right now he has other things to worry about and quitting smoking has moved to the last spot on the list.
At his parents' house, Nora has notes on her calendar marking how long Jake had been able to go without a cigarette. Smoking had been a habit that she had hated from the day that she had smelled the nicotine in his clothes, and she had been very vocal about it throughout the years, but it had taken Lena and a near death experience for him to actually make an attempt at quitting.
As he sits on the roof of the police station, he plays with his old lighter as he stares off at the city of Boston. For the past few weeks he has been fighting cravings that had felt like they were driving him up a wall, but today is different.
Everything is now different.
Reports had come in about a victim three states away. Dark hair, dark eyes, knife cuts carved throughout his body, and his name had been Jacob.
Do you get my message, baby? he almost hears Danielle whispering next to him, her voice suddenly so clear that it makes him clench his jaw tightly. Do you know what I'm saying?
Yes, he wants to yell out but doesn't just so they won't send him to the nearest mental hospital. Of course he understands. No one wants him to take the case, they keep reminding him that it's not even in their jurisdiction, but Jake can't help but be interested. It's Danielle, telling him that she's still out there. That she's still killing. And does he see the connection between the latest victim and himself?
Putting a cigarette in his mouth, he lights up before taking a long drag that feels like it takes forever. His lungs burn for a moment, but he welcomes the change because he has been too wrapped up in too many other things to think straight. He doesn't care how many days he had been able to go without smoking. He doesn't care that he'll have to start over. He needs to think clearly, and if he wants to hold on to his goddamn sanity that feels nonexistent at this point...he has to smoke a cigarette.
Or maybe the whole pack.
They're crazy if they think he won't try to take the case, or at least follow it. He can't help it. The second he had seen those scars on the other man's body, he recognized them immediately - the designs that only Danielle could make sense of, the same ones that trailed all over his chest and arms. The scar on his cheek and temple were identical to the cuts the other body had. As he looks down at his hands, he sees the scars that have formed from where his wrists had been bound, the places where his hand had been stabbed, and without looking at the pictures again he knows it's in the same spot that the other Jacob had been wounded before being killed.
At least his body will serve for something, he thinks wryly as he takes another long drag; they'll be able to compare notes on the pictures for the new cases and figure out if Danielle is responsible or not.
When he shows up in the morning to his parents' house for breakfast, only because he had promised he would and his father would be at work, Nora notices the smell of nicotine on his son at once but doesn't say anything. The heaviness in her son's body, the way there's a storm brewing in his eyes, she knows better than to say anything, so she just kisses his cheek and walks over to make him breakfast. Jake notices she glances at the calendar, as if to check how long he had been able to last, but he doesn't ask. He doesn't care. Honestly, right now he has other things to worry about and quitting smoking has moved to the last spot on the list.