[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roof of the renovated building[/center][hr]

Giving the detective a nod, he watched as Roy moved off, Jeremy knew he couldn't contribute any more to the investigation, and honestly he didn't really want to. Jeremy didn't make any effort to climb down off the roof yet. Looking down, he watched as Danica's body was scraped off the pavement by the coroner's people and carried off, in the back of his mind he swore he heard 'Ave Maria' playing, it seemed like the right sort of moment. Letting out a sigh, he looked up and out over the city, over Justice. The irony was not lost on him, he knew deep down that there would be no justice for Danica, no justice for Peyton, and perhaps no justice for professor Gerard if things were left as they were.

Jeremy got the strange feeling that he hated getting, the feeling that he was stepping into something far bigger than himself, and something he would've been better off avoiding. He didn't exactly have proof, but he knew it deep down that both Peyton and Danica were involved with Gerard to a degree, or rather, at least involved with what he was getting himself into, and now they were dead. It was entirely possible that in the next few months, the next few weeks or even just the next few days that it could have been his own body being scraped off the sidewalk because he'd had the marvelous idea of getting in way over his head. He heard himself ask if it was worth it, if he shouldn't just go on some pleasure trip to go climb Everest or something.

Then he heard himself answer. He couldn't give up, he couldn't have just turned around, left town and forgotten about the whole thing before he got a 9mm embedded in his skull. He couldn't stop himself from getting involved, from sticking his nose into things, from painting a giant target on his back along with a big neon sign that said 'insert knife here' - no, and there were two reasons why. First, he owed it to Gerard, he would never have forgiven himself if he let down the man, if he gave up on searching for him when he could have gotten himself into deep, deep water. And second, and more importantly... 

He fucking [i]loved[/i] the idea of all of it.

He moved to the ladder then, and began to climb down, it was going to be a busy day tomorrow, it was time to head home.
 
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[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Apartment 1B[/center][hr]

Looking down at Risa, Lucas tried to summon the most unamused look he could, it didn't work. He smirked, gave a little chuckle and moved to sit by the tub as he rolled up his sleeves. [b][color=686F91]"I'm not going to deny anything you just said, because you and I both know it's true."[/color][/b] He chuckled again, resting an elbow on his knee as he sat there, suddenly bored stiff at the notion of returning to his work as he settled where he was, comfortable on the tiled floor of the bathroom. 

Grinning as she spoke up again, he shook his head. [b][color=686F91]"So apparently a Duke doesn't like it if you remind him the House of Lords is filled with fucking morons, how was I supposed to know? Besides, I only wanted to get his advice on wedding planning."[/color][/b] The last part was, of course, a dig, as it usually was clear from the smug look on his face. Taking her hand in his own, he allowed her to pull him closer, gently kissing her back and tasting the wine on her lips. He wasn't a fan of wine, in fact that was an understatement, he hated it, to the point where he was the kind of guy that would toss his drink in the plant at a party unless it was a good scotch, bourbon or beer. 

[b][color=686F91]"Ideally, things other than making me unpack for you, or fetch you a glass of wine?"[/color][/b] He suggested with a wink, stealing another quick kiss before he sat back again, elbow shifting up to rest on the edge of the tub as he sat there watching her, his free hand moving to adjust his glasses. [b][color=686F91]"But then, also ideally things that won't traumatize our new flatmate."[/color][/b] He added, for comedic effect more than anything.