Thread: In Dreams He Came (w/Deviousfish)

When she had been called into the Assistant Directors office on that early August morning, Anna had not known what to expect. Her bosss tone had conveyed urgency and the slightest hint of excitement. There was a glint in his eye as he relayed her instructions and it became clear why he was so pleased. The Solstice Suicides as they had been dubbed by the media had acquired some amount of infamy. Her boss and a handful of other agents and executives had been fighting for the case for months. Finally, it seemed, they had wrested it from the stubborn grip of the local police. He no doubt saw it as a personal victory and an opportunity for the department to gain some recognition. Despite advancements in technology and public education in the etheric sciences, their department was still widely regarded either with mockery or mistrust. Her boss had made it his personal mission to rectify that. He didnt seem to realize that steamrolling the head of homicide might have the opposite effect. Ive got a feeling about this one, Brennan, he had declared, confidently preening from behind his desk. Anna did not feel quite as confident in her bosss assessment. There was still a great deal of speculation surrounding the deaths and to assume that the incidents were etheric in nature was premature. Of the many cases shed covered over the years, the majority were eventually found to be the result of ordinary relatively speaking human activity. Of course she had done her due diligence and worked hard to solve and close the case. Still, she understood the PDs reluctance. It made them look incompetent when they were forced to hand over every slightly peculiar case to the DPI and downright careless if circumstances turned out to be less supernatural than expected. She chose not to speculate for now. When she met with the departments liason and examined the case files shed be able to draw he own conclusions. With lives at stake, she couldnt afford the luxury of unfounded suppositions. When she had discovered who would be her partner on this case, she felt a small surge of relief. If he was responsible pushing the case in her direction, then maybe there was some credence to the rumors of paranormal interference. He understood how she operated, didnt ask stupid questions, and didnt insult her intelligence by treating her as anything other than a fellow detective. He had, she suspected, something of an admiration for her that could extend beyond the boundaries of professionalism if she allowed it. That was out of the question, though. Of the many she had worked with, he was one of the few whom she respected and whose company she enjoyed. There was no way she was risking a valued professional relationship like that over a fling. She could see his figure in the distance now. He was clutching the case files and looking more than a little irate. Whether his expression was that transparent or she knew his moods well enough by now, Anna was not sure. Likely he thought things had been handled poorly and the most recent deaths could have been prevented. Maybe he was right. Her flats clicking gently on the laminate floor, as she made her way towards him at a brisk pace. He should be able to see her now, making her way down the corridor. She was of average height, dressed sensibly and modestly in slacks, blouse, and a steel grey jacket. The clean, pressed lines of her masculine garb concealing the smooth curves of an athletic feminine form. Her badge, bearing the emblem of the PDI, rested on the curve her hip and glinted in the morning light. As she approached, a rare smile graced her lips and she brushed a strand of her shoulder length honey blonde hair from her face. Harris, calling him by his last name, when she was close enough not to shout. Just can't stay away, can you? She extended her hand to shake his, a uniquely intimate gesture for her. As a psychometric, her hands were the primary tool of her trade. Unlike the ordinary person, she was hyper aware of everything she came in contact with. While she had full control of her power and could not involuntarily read something, she was still abnormally sensitive to touch. Emotions and suggestions could still sort of rub off on her whether she was using her abilities or not. It would often leave her with an unfocused, disoriented feeling if it took her by surprise. Out of necessity, she tended to remain as physically distant from most people as possible. Something that had proved to be a significant complication in both her social and more intimate aspects of her life. However, she trusted Leo and was more comfortable with his aura than with most, so she did not fear an unpleasantness from contact with his hand.