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basricTITLE: CONFRONTATION?
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 103
RATING: M (Language)
A/N: This a continuation from the L&O 100 "Search Challenge" to the THURSDAY100PLUS "Proof" Challenge and now back to L&O100"Confrontation" Challenge and so on and so forth. All about the MCS serial killer detective and his lust for Alex. Rawlings is from my own demented mind and not a member of the LO:CI Universe.
Bobby dropped the folded newspaper down before Rawlings. Rawlings froze and felt that chill of terror again as he looked at the paper. NO!
He’d read the story with delight this morning,‘Young coed sadistically tortured/ murdered, found early Monday,’ reliving each moment of his pleasure and her pain.
“Canceled your date with Alex. Coincidence--blonde and petite, Rawlings?”
“Get the fuck away from me, Goren,” his voice a harsh whisper. Grabbing the paper he wadded and trashed it. Ruined it was all ruined
Bobby swirled around and retreated to his desk . . . Contemplating.
Alex looked up accusing, “Provoking a confrontation, Bobby?”
“I thought so, but no--avoidance and possibly fear.”
“Of what?”
Bobby sat back and began to consider, “Good question.”
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 103
RATING: M (Language)
A/N: This a continuation from the L&O 100 "Search Challenge" to the THURSDAY100PLUS "Proof" Challenge and now back to L&O100"Confrontation" Challenge and so on and so forth. All about the MCS serial killer detective and his lust for Alex. Rawlings is from my own demented mind and not a member of the LO:CI Universe.
Bobby dropped the folded newspaper down before Rawlings. Rawlings froze and felt that chill of terror again as he looked at the paper. NO!
He’d read the story with delight this morning,‘Young coed sadistically tortured/ murdered, found early Monday,’ reliving each moment of his pleasure and her pain.
“Canceled your date with Alex. Coincidence--blonde and petite, Rawlings?”
“Get the fuck away from me, Goren,” his voice a harsh whisper. Grabbing the paper he wadded and trashed it. Ruined it was all ruined
Bobby swirled around and retreated to his desk . . . Contemplating.
Alex looked up accusing, “Provoking a confrontation, Bobby?”
“I thought so, but no--avoidance and possibly fear.”
“Of what?”
Bobby sat back and began to consider, “Good question.”
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Date: 2009-05-31 01:17 pm (UTC)reply
Date: 2009-05-31 11:20 pm (UTC)