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You decide, instead of going away, to wait for the detective to return. You don't know how long he’ll be, but you wager that you’d be of more use in the office than sat at home. Besides, this way you’d be able to keep the detective in check.
You wonder around the office whilst you wait, leafing through the books on the shelf, reading the labels of each liquor bottle in the cabinet, looking in various cupboards… As you idly meander over to the desk, your gaze falls onto the sheets of paper Levi had pulled out earlier. He must have made the notes after you’d left last night. You sit in the superintendent's chair and nonchalantly finger the pages, running your eyes over the detective's quick scrawl. There are penciled words all over the sheet, written in such swift shorthand that it’s difficult to decipher. As you turn the pages upside down and sideways, you almost feel as if you’re trying to decode an unknown language. You can roughly make out the odd word here or there, such as ‘Motive’ and ‘Murder… 'Something'...Case 4926.’, alongside numbers, percentages and symbols. The same confusing scrawl carries on through the next two pages, the sheets so full to the brim with words that the paper almost looks black. You notice on the last page though, that one word has been circled so many times that the pencil had almost gone through the paper: ‘Ashland & 76th’. ...An Address?
Your hear heavy footsteps, rapidly advancing down the corridor and you flick your gaze to the wall clock. 11am. Leaving at 8.30, he’d been gone for a good two and a half hours. You quickly stand, just in time for the door to fling open.
The man doesn’t see you at first, his gaze directed at the sofa as he stands in the doorway. He sighs wearily and his form seems to relax for a moment. As he goes to shrug off his jacket though, his heavy gaze suddenly catches you. He halts in his movements for a split second, before turning his face away and quietly cursing. Exhaling thickly, he continues to take his jacket off and walks over to where you’re standing, avoiding your gaze as he chucks the jacket over the desk chair.
You feel a distinct increase in tension with him this close, your mind flicking back to the feel of his weight on top of you.
He doesn't stay though. Instead, he continues moving, going over to the sofa and heavily dropping into the leather seat. Breathing out a last, long sigh, he rests his head back on the top of the sofa and closes his eyes.
You can’t help it. A small, amused smile begins to play on your lips as your eyes run over his exhausted form. He’s only been out for two and half hours, but he seems so weary that he almost could have just been in battle. This was what alcohol did to you and this was why you didn't drink. The massive hangovers you suffered weren't worth the fun you’d had the night before.
“A little hungover, are we?” you say, the smile turning into a smirk.
He doesn't reply.
Chuckling quietly, you move round the front of the desk “To be honest, If you insist on drinking so much, you probably deserve the nasty after… effects…” your words slowly come to a stop as something catches your attention. Now that you’re closer, you notice small perforations on the man’s skin. Signs of a fresh bruise on one side of his jaw, a scratch close to his eye and another on his bottom lip, accompanied by a second bruise on his collarbone. Your eyes dart down to his hands resting in his lap, and you fight back a gasp. His knuckles are torn up, the flesh coloured black and blue with bruises and blood. He wasn't exhausted from a hangover, he was exhausted from... fighting?
“Levi…” you say slowly, unable to take your eyes off of the bloody mess covering his hands as you step closer “What… happened?”
You don’t have to specify, he knows what you’re talking about “It’s nothing.” he says gruffly, still not opening his eyes.
Before you can argue with the man, you hear quick footsteps shooting down the hallway and suddenly the office door slams open.
“Levi!” The superintendent roars “What the hell did you do?!” the smile that usually occupies Erwin’s expression is gone and now is replaced with a look so furious, you actually feel a little worried for the detective's life.
You wonder around the office whilst you wait, leafing through the books on the shelf, reading the labels of each liquor bottle in the cabinet, looking in various cupboards… As you idly meander over to the desk, your gaze falls onto the sheets of paper Levi had pulled out earlier. He must have made the notes after you’d left last night. You sit in the superintendent's chair and nonchalantly finger the pages, running your eyes over the detective's quick scrawl. There are penciled words all over the sheet, written in such swift shorthand that it’s difficult to decipher. As you turn the pages upside down and sideways, you almost feel as if you’re trying to decode an unknown language. You can roughly make out the odd word here or there, such as ‘Motive’ and ‘Murder… 'Something'...Case 4926.’, alongside numbers, percentages and symbols. The same confusing scrawl carries on through the next two pages, the sheets so full to the brim with words that the paper almost looks black. You notice on the last page though, that one word has been circled so many times that the pencil had almost gone through the paper: ‘Ashland & 76th’. ...An Address?
Your hear heavy footsteps, rapidly advancing down the corridor and you flick your gaze to the wall clock. 11am. Leaving at 8.30, he’d been gone for a good two and a half hours. You quickly stand, just in time for the door to fling open.
The man doesn’t see you at first, his gaze directed at the sofa as he stands in the doorway. He sighs wearily and his form seems to relax for a moment. As he goes to shrug off his jacket though, his heavy gaze suddenly catches you. He halts in his movements for a split second, before turning his face away and quietly cursing. Exhaling thickly, he continues to take his jacket off and walks over to where you’re standing, avoiding your gaze as he chucks the jacket over the desk chair.
You feel a distinct increase in tension with him this close, your mind flicking back to the feel of his weight on top of you.
He doesn't stay though. Instead, he continues moving, going over to the sofa and heavily dropping into the leather seat. Breathing out a last, long sigh, he rests his head back on the top of the sofa and closes his eyes.
You can’t help it. A small, amused smile begins to play on your lips as your eyes run over his exhausted form. He’s only been out for two and half hours, but he seems so weary that he almost could have just been in battle. This was what alcohol did to you and this was why you didn't drink. The massive hangovers you suffered weren't worth the fun you’d had the night before.
“A little hungover, are we?” you say, the smile turning into a smirk.
He doesn't reply.
Chuckling quietly, you move round the front of the desk “To be honest, If you insist on drinking so much, you probably deserve the nasty after… effects…” your words slowly come to a stop as something catches your attention. Now that you’re closer, you notice small perforations on the man’s skin. Signs of a fresh bruise on one side of his jaw, a scratch close to his eye and another on his bottom lip, accompanied by a second bruise on his collarbone. Your eyes dart down to his hands resting in his lap, and you fight back a gasp. His knuckles are torn up, the flesh coloured black and blue with bruises and blood. He wasn't exhausted from a hangover, he was exhausted from... fighting?
“Levi…” you say slowly, unable to take your eyes off of the bloody mess covering his hands as you step closer “What… happened?”
You don’t have to specify, he knows what you’re talking about “It’s nothing.” he says gruffly, still not opening his eyes.
Before you can argue with the man, you hear quick footsteps shooting down the hallway and suddenly the office door slams open.
“Levi!” The superintendent roars “What the hell did you do?!” the smile that usually occupies Erwin’s expression is gone and now is replaced with a look so furious, you actually feel a little worried for the detective's life.
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' He halts in his movements for a split second, before turning his face away and quietly cursing. '
AU where Levi is part of a private detective agency in downtown Chicago. He is the best at his job, but being an incredible alcoholic (for unknown, very dark reasons), is also the most impossible to work with.
(( My goodness, what could have happened...? ))
(Artwork by Lena Click For Artist)
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' He halts in his movements for a split second, before turning his face away and quietly cursing. '
AU where Levi is part of a private detective agency in downtown Chicago. He is the best at his job, but being an incredible alcoholic (for unknown, very dark reasons), is also the most impossible to work with.
(( My goodness, what could have happened...? ))
(Artwork by Lena Click For Artist)
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