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- Good sense of humor
- Likes food
- Loyal
- Rangers fans
- Giants fans
- Hard workers
Feb. 25th, 2009
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trust_issue use with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Jordan. Actually, she gave me free reign, but this was easiest? And had more potential for fun. And my apologies if my Jordan!voice is off, I haven’t watched the show in a while.]
“The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.”
This was such a bad idea.
That was what the voice in his head was saying as his back hit the wall of Jordan’s hotel room. The voice in his head that was telling him this wasn’t saying it with any kind of urgency, however. It was more just a statement of fact, dampened by alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. The fact that there was lots and lots of alcohol involved was probably an indication that this probably wasn’t the wisest choice in the world to be making. In fact, in all his years on the force, this wasn’t the brightest move he’d ever made, but then again, opportunities like this didn’t come by all that often. And by opportunities like this, he meant opportunities to sleep with a coroner from another town that he was just working with on a cross-jurisdictional case after a night of heavy celebratory drinking.
Then again, he wasn’t really sure why this was a bad idea. He realized that as he was struggling to get his arms out of his shirt sleeves, his left arm whipping out slightly as his right arm got free and his shirt went flying somewhere across the room. It was followed by them stumbling towards his couch, and he was turning over the second realization in his head. He really wasn’t going to see her all that much after this. She was in Boston. He didn’t go to Boston, really and she didn’t come to the city all that often. It’s not like Boston PD shared jurisdiction with the NYPD all that often. This could be fine. They could do this and there would never be any awkward moments or uncomfortable silences if it sucked, and who knows—they could actually have fun.
Might not remember it in the morning, but they could still have fun.
( *** )
757 words
trust_issue use with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Jordan. Actually, she gave me free reign, but this was easiest? And had more potential for fun. And my apologies if my Jordan!voice is off, I haven’t watched the show in a while.]“The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.”
This was such a bad idea.
That was what the voice in his head was saying as his back hit the wall of Jordan’s hotel room. The voice in his head that was telling him this wasn’t saying it with any kind of urgency, however. It was more just a statement of fact, dampened by alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. The fact that there was lots and lots of alcohol involved was probably an indication that this probably wasn’t the wisest choice in the world to be making. In fact, in all his years on the force, this wasn’t the brightest move he’d ever made, but then again, opportunities like this didn’t come by all that often. And by opportunities like this, he meant opportunities to sleep with a coroner from another town that he was just working with on a cross-jurisdictional case after a night of heavy celebratory drinking.
Then again, he wasn’t really sure why this was a bad idea. He realized that as he was struggling to get his arms out of his shirt sleeves, his left arm whipping out slightly as his right arm got free and his shirt went flying somewhere across the room. It was followed by them stumbling towards his couch, and he was turning over the second realization in his head. He really wasn’t going to see her all that much after this. She was in Boston. He didn’t go to Boston, really and she didn’t come to the city all that often. It’s not like Boston PD shared jurisdiction with the NYPD all that often. This could be fine. They could do this and there would never be any awkward moments or uncomfortable silences if it sucked, and who knows—they could actually have fun.
Might not remember it in the morning, but they could still have fun.
( *** )
757 words
