So, I found this...
Apr. 1st, 2019 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asphaltcowgrrlAnd I really have no idea why I wrote it. I know it's supposed to fit into a fic that I never managed to actually start but... James and I are so confused.
He picked up the vase and moved it from the counter to the trash can. With a frown, James turned it upside down and watched the withered petals and stems fall heavily into the trash. The flowers had died on Monday and today was what? Saturday? Yeah, he was pretty sure it was Saturday. Being undercover always messed with his head.
Although he’d known the cowboy had been screwing with him when he’d brought the flowers, somehow James hadn’t been able to part with them, even after they’d died and gone to carnation heaven. It’d been a fluke that Reyes had even found him that night and that he’d come back again and again said… what? He wasn’t sure.
Looking into the trash can, he saw the pink and purple petals of the decayed flora and sighed. He had to finish this case and soon. More than ever, he had a home and a family and he wanted – needed – to be home with them. Even if his new family was as inherently screwed up as the one he was born into, they at least believed in him and his ability to do what needed to be done.
Sighing, he looked at his watch. It was almost time to go back to work. Soon, he’d be home soon. All he had to do was catch this son of a bitch first.
He picked up the vase and moved it from the counter to the trash can. With a frown, James turned it upside down and watched the withered petals and stems fall heavily into the trash. The flowers had died on Monday and today was what? Saturday? Yeah, he was pretty sure it was Saturday. Being undercover always messed with his head.
Although he’d known the cowboy had been screwing with him when he’d brought the flowers, somehow James hadn’t been able to part with them, even after they’d died and gone to carnation heaven. It’d been a fluke that Reyes had even found him that night and that he’d come back again and again said… what? He wasn’t sure.
Looking into the trash can, he saw the pink and purple petals of the decayed flora and sighed. He had to finish this case and soon. More than ever, he had a home and a family and he wanted – needed – to be home with them. Even if his new family was as inherently screwed up as the one he was born into, they at least believed in him and his ability to do what needed to be done.
Sighing, he looked at his watch. It was almost time to go back to work. Soon, he’d be home soon. All he had to do was catch this son of a bitch first.