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Tariq walked into the room dressed nicely as he looked round but, he felt eyes on him. His eyes darted right back to the exact eyes he knew were looking at him. Both made eye contact as he stared into Emory's eyes. With a very dark glare of hatred....maybe hurt? Tariq and Emory always have seemed off with each other.Maybe because it's just, they don't like each other? Who knows. People are strange sometimes. Tariq breathed in deeply as he let his eyes wander away from Emory's. Nodding his head and listening half interested in what the other male was saying about the cases. 

Once released. Tariq was the first to leave the room. He never got really close to anybody. Even partners he was assigned too. He never cared enough it seemed to try and get close to anybody. Confused and beaten down by his father's hand. Tariq just never cared to feel that again. He didn't want to be hurt but by doing so he was hurting himself much more then he realised. 

Getting to his room he combed his hair with his fingers once more. Coughing into his left forearm. He got dressed into something clean. Blue dress pants that were a nice fit, with black dress shoes, a white tucked in under shirt, a matching blue dress coat and fedora. With a red tie. He always liked dressing differently then the others. It made him feel unique. 
Tariq grabbed his wand and put it in its holster that was latched onto the black braided belt he put on. For a moment he looked at the holster and the wand and took the wand out. He watched the wand and looked at it. Such a lovely wand he thought as he then put it back into its causing. 
He then walked over to his desk slowly looking down at the papers. He picked them up and sighed reading them. Hand written notes. He just let his eyes scan over them as he seemed to have a pain to his eyes. They were his notes. Written by him. Signed by him.He then opened up a drawer and slides them inside as he closed it. Tariq then looked around. He knew he was going to get the case Emory wasn't on for he only has been on two cases the whole three and a half years he's been working here. 

Getting out of the room closing and locking the door. Tariq made his way down stairs as he got to the map room again. He was already to go out on the mission. Though he stayed in a dark corner this time. Not making eye contact with anybody or trying to do anything. He just kind of stared at the people who were in there.