Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe nodded as he watched Brady leave the room before turning to Anderson. The detective waited for the blonde to be safely out of earshot before he spoke. So, what did you think? Gabriel shrugged. Interesting technique. A little over the top, maybe, but effective. Anderson smiled and shook his head slightly, grabbing the case file and leading Gabriel out of the interrogation room. Thats probably the kindest thing anyone has said about him. Gabe arched an eyebrow, hooking a thumb to his gun holster. He had picked up the habit of doing that like a newbie. He couldnt help it. Gabriel liked being able to carry a gun again. Im assuming youre talking about his weird sense of humor and his obvious dislike of police. Yeah you could say that. Good job, boys. Captain Geraldine approached them, tapping a vanilla folder in his rough, cracked hands. Weve got the widow too. The moment we told her we had her Lothario singing like a canary, she cracked too. The D.A. is going to like this. A slam-dunk case. He turned his sharp eyes to Gabriel as he patted his shoulder. So, what did you think? Bradys good, Gabe said briefly. There was no point in going into detail. No matter what the captain said, he knew Brady had been there because he wasnt officially allowed to interrogate people yet. Good. Well, hop to it, gentlemen. The paperwork isnt going to do itself. Come on. You can use the desk across from mine for now, Anderson said, waving Gabriel over. He sat down in the creaky chair and carefully shoved aside the random cups, folders, and other knickknacks. Gabriel eyed the tray on Andersons desk. It was getting kind of full. Anderson noticed his staring and smirked slightly. Yeah, yeah. Ive fallen a little behind but I should be all caught up by tonight. Here, give me the Young case. Ill work on that. You can work on all that, Gabriel said, stretching out his hand for the folder. Thank you. I need to get out of here by six. Its our anniversary and we have reservations at the Blue Room, Anderson said with a breath of relief. How long have you guys been together now? Two years. Congrats. Thanks. The two men ceased to talk after that and only the sound of paper flipping and pen scratching filled the silence between them. Anderson spent some of his time glancing up at the wall clock, his face growing more anxious as the hours grew later and his work pile wasnt shrinking as quickly as he wanted. Shit, I dont think Ill make it Anderson groaned, pushing back some of his hair and collapsing in his chair. It was now 505 PM. Gabriel looked up at the clock and frowned. Hey, all you have to do is ask, you know. Huh? Get out of here. Ill cover for you. Seriously? Jesus, Gabe, I Anderson, get the fuck out of here before I change my mind, Gabe said with a small grin. Anderson grabbed his coat and quickly rattled off some last minute details for Gabriel. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. Yeah, yeah. Tell the wifey hello from me, Gabriel said, feeling amused at how flustered Anderson was. Remember, you owe me! Gabe wasnt sure if Anderson had heard him as he rushed out the door. He sighed and the small smile on his lips faded as he wearily opened up the next case file and trudged on. It was eight at night before Gabriel decided to give himself a break. He was also getting antsy sitting at the same spot for the last couple of hours. Thus, he packed up his things and the rest of the folders and headed out into the cool summer night. The precinct was conveniently surrounded by a bunch of small cafes, sandwich shops, and coffee shops that all the officers liked to spend their lunch hours. Gabriel randomly chose one of the shops that looked like it wasnt going to be closing anytime soon. It was a small coffee shop that was homey and busy for the time of night. Gabriel sat down at a free table and took a moment to rub his eyes before organizing his work in neat piles around him. Maybe hed get something to eat too.