Thread: A Vision In Blood (Miss Eleanora and Mr. Quixotic)

And the boredom would be unbearable, although I wonder how good of a job I'm doing protecting those many. Lyle's expression turned sombre when Elizabeth's reply caused him to glance at the images of the five dead men, reflecting the weight of responsibility he'd taken on. Any further murders between now and capturing the perpetrator would be on Carter's hands. Although intellectually aware that wasn't true and he could only follow the evidence where it led, that instinctive reaction reflected the man he was and what made him good at his job. He'd never stop the pursuit. Despite not being a connoisseur of the visual arts, Lyle was observant and immediately noted the change in Elizabeth's body language and demeanour. Her friendly response to his peace offering made it clear they weren't on the exact same page, but at least each appeared to understand and respect the others view. Or possibly it just reminds me of those I couldn't save. He flicked her a smile in return, trying to make light of it. I'll ask my Shrink next time I visit. At least, I'm happy to hear you don't consider me culture-less and it's always nice to meet someone who shares my dislike of ballet. I believe the demise of my relationship started when I embarrassed my ex in front of her work superiors by snoring through a premiere performance of Swan Lake. As she'd appraised the images, Lyle's mind had whirred. He took in her comments and the possibilities Elizabeth offered up, whilst simultaneously conjuring up is own and making random connections between them all. Like jigsaw puzzled pieces, scattered information sat in his mind and he'd need time alone to allow them to sink in and coalesce in his mind. That familiar sensation of being at a complete loss until it all came together added to the man's frustration. It was a mental process that couldn't be rushed, and the scenario he blurted out had come without a lot of conscious thought, the first of what he hoped would be a multitude of angles to consider. What he did know was that accompanying the majority of serial-killer cases was some childhood trauma or trigger, whether that be psychological, biological or a combination of both nature and nurture. He just had to gain a bead on what, in this case, it was. Still, something about how easily five men had vanished without a trace nagged discordantly at him. His mood lightened when she raised her hand and winked, causing Lyle's eyes to crinkle in amusement. I'll hold you to that because it really would a pity to have to place you in cuffs. He arched a brow at Elizabeth, a teasing expression on his face before he realised the sexual connotations of what had slipped from his lips unbidden. Lyle gritted his teeth, hoping she wouldn't take offence and swiftly carried on. Tomorrow evening works for me. To be completely forthcoming, some in the Agency frown upon the engagement of civilian assistance and I also need to keep your involvement out of the media. Not quite full, honest disclosure, for Lyle was going completely outside agency regulations and covering his own ass. He flipped a card embossed with his name and contact details from a shirt pocket and proffered it to Elizabeth. So, it'll need to be off Bureau premises, and it'll take me a day to walk the originals out of the Lab. Call me tomorrow and we'll organise a time and place. Which would be his apartment,. He refrained from offering to provide dinner as that'd make it appear too much like a date.