#c:kit&alex

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@kit-just-kit ...plucked from the Disco server

Kit nodded as his suggestion, her brow quirking together as she added "I don't know why yet, But I believe she'll really stick out. This woman……the visceral nature of the crime is so against the feminine and maternal norm. It leads me to think that we're looking for a woman who was denied the chance of being a mother - say through illness or accident, she had a hysterectomy fairly young. Maybe even lost her breasts too perhaps. She doesn't feel like a woman anymore and so, has no empathy for these young, beautiful, most probably very fertile women who were the victims. but at the same time, she's elegant, refined. Possibly even still very beautiful herself even though she doesn't see herself that way". In a sense, she could be describing herself - apart from the fact that Kit was already a mother and found joy in it ever day despite not being with her children all the time. Still, she was of 'a certain age' and had been cast aside for younger models by her last husband, she understood the rage and emptiness of being so lonely, all of a sudden. "The male perpetrator is still the key, physically. He's the one doing the cutting, the raping. He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he wants to please her, to earn her respect and admiration. And she just wants an instrument to wreak her havoc on her victims - it's a very twisted dynamic". Her head shook slightly from side to side, somewhat lost in thoughts of the cruelty of the human race. And then, after a pause, she looked over at him and said "I'm sorry that you were forced to accept my involvement in this matter, Detective Rollins. I know it can't be easy to deal with my profession if you haven't had much interaction with us before". It was only a slight concession, made to try and smooth the way between them for the greater good. But it was needed, she felt.

Everything she said was vital information regarding both medical and psychological history, but he had no way to access any of it to help them find their alleged female suspect. It was frustrating and he wasn't able to stop as the disappointment showed when he sighed and sat back further in the seat. Everything mentioned regarding the female perp would come after they at least had a suspect, and shifted through her history. It didn't get them any closer to where they needed to be. At the mention of the male perp, Alex nodded in agreement and waited patiently for her to say more.

He listened as she worked through her thought process eventually finding herself at something they agreed on: it was a very twisted dynamic if her theory was correct. Watching her process was interesting, making it seem as if she wasn't trying to sell just him on the prospect, but also herself. The waitress interrupted briefly delivering the plates before scooting off to another table.

Alex grabbed his fork when he caught the apology. He paused and looked up staring stunted by the comment. What the hell kind of vibes was he putting out? Placing the fork down on the plate he blinked before doing his best to undo whatever he'd done. "My apologies Ms. Prince if I offended you in any manner. I've been a homicide detective for over fifteen years, and the job has hardened me a bit, or at least that's what I'm told by family and friends. Please forgive me if I've come off as rude or cynical. Something they also tell me." It wouldn't be the last time he'd have to make such an apology, but it was an honest one.

After a few bites, he'd received a notification announcing that they were indeed going to do another sweep of the crime scene. He shared the information, "Looks like they can head back over this afternoon." He sat down his cell and asked, "Would you like to go?"

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I've never had anyone sum up Alex so beautifully in my life. Reading this did my heart so well. She truly sees him for the little misery monster he can be. Thank you

Send Smash or Pass Alex?? 🧐👀

Smash or Pass meme

"Well, he is a handsome chap, I'll give you that. Good strong jaw line, nice hair, great eyes. Plus he has those kind of braod shoulders that let you know what's under the suit is super-toned.

But......he's arrogant, moody, sarcastic and not in the delightfully acerbic way I am, downright rude at times and, most of all, I get the feeling he really, really detests me so, on balance, I think I would have to pass. I've had sex with men who don't like me before.....it never ends well".

[alexrollins-lbpd]

Closed Starter // @a-kitten-with-claws

When the Captain suggested Alex stop by the shrink's office he scoffed at the idea. No, he’d prefer someplace more neutral. He’d done enough time in those types of places due to his sisters and didn’t care for the claustrophobic inducing spaces. It wasn’t so much the space exactly; it was the expectation of opening up and sharing feelings and vulnerabilities. Respectfully, he’d shown up when requested by his sister’s counselor but always left filled with unease and heaviness. Leaving a brief message on Dr. Prince’s voice mail requesting a meeting a Josie’s Diner. Granted, it was a greasy spoon the coffee was always hot and the cinnamon rolls were made in house daily were remarkable. 

Being a regular he shifted from sitting at the counter to a small table allowing more privacy. The staff was probably in utter shock to find him in at such an ungodly hour. Breakfast didn’t take place typically until after 10 am, but he just assume get the meeting over with and on with his day. The waitress stopped with a refill on his coffee when an enchanting woman appeared in the doorway; however, he immediately looked back to the waitress. Doubtful she was the one–too attractive to be so cerebral. Supringsly when a shadow was cast he turned his attention to find that very woman standing there. With a slightly bemused look on his face, he stood and extended his hand, “Ah...Dr. Kit Prince I take it.”

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The detective took in the facts and filed them away for later. Honestly, he didn't mind the small talk as they made their way to the crime scene. It was distracting enough from the events and he knew soon they'd be listening to an overly excitable Greg rattling off details like a screenplay.

When she leaned he picked up a feminine scent of either perfume or shampoo, either way, it was lovely. Alex smiled genuinely before returning, "Greg thinks he writes for NCIS sometimes, but he does have the gift of attention to detail. Given his line of work, I suppose it is a good thing."

Greg started to circle back to them when Alex extended his hand, "No...no we're good." The man turned away not before giving Alex a disappointed look. Turning back to Kit he asked, "Notice anything of interest other than Greg's ability to talk ad nauseam?" Unsure if she was able to pick up anything he was curious.

Perhaps the best thing that had come out of them reaching some sort of compromise, was that Detective Rollins now seemed......relaxed, at ease around her. Kit wouldn't go as far as thinking he enjoyed her company, but he certainly didn't resent it anymore. In fact, he was even making small talk and actually taking an interest in her answers.

She told him how she'd been in the US for the last year or so, on and off. How she'd come over here primarily to help her daughter settle into college as she was doing a few semesters of research studies at CalTech, that her son came over to visit whenever his own school schedule allowed......and through all the talking, she very nearly missed the fact that he'd reached out to open the car door for her, then stopped himself short. It was only after she'd then gone on and done it for herself and climbed in, that she realised and allowed a small, secret smile, quickly altering her expression to be serious again once Rollins joined her in the vehicle.

However, to Kit it appeared as if the mood returned once the scientific investigator began to relay his own expertise off at the scene.......was that a regular dynamic between them, she wondered. Was there a history there? The man was a little OTT, it had to be said.

When he'd gone back to whatever it was forensics bods find to do, Kit leaned into Alex slightly and whispered "Wow........that was a lot of technical details to take in short amount of time. He's one of those super brain types, right?".

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It seems their little impasse was behind them. The last thing he wanted was to come off as rude to someone who was only trying to help the department. Not to mention he'd rather skip the Captain chewing his ass out if he offended Kit. The waitress broke up the slightly awkward moment by delivering their meal. Alex requested a 'warm-up' of coffee and thanked her by name.

Putting his cell down he began to eat and decided to engage in small talk. Clearing his throat he inquired, "How long have you been state-side?" The food was consistently good, and this meal was no different. Nodding at his companion at the shared opinion.

Downing a mouthful of coffee before he agreed finishing their meal would be ideal. "Yes, of course. I wouldn't deprive anyone of their Ranchersos Juevos," he teased with a wink. Alex coordinated with the forensics team on his cell.

The two finished up and Alex requested and paid for the check. Heading out of the small diner he asked, "Have you been to Long Beach before?" Alex assumed he would be driving, and walked her to his SUV. Walking past the passenger side door he paused for the briefest moment about to open it when he remembered this wasn't a date.

It was a short jaunt to the medical facility and when they walked in Greg from forensics was already waiting, and offered them both a smile before introducing himself to the pretty doctor. The three entered the crime scene together and Greg and Alex in tandem gave a short synopsis of the crime scene. Alex slightly annoyed by Greg's dramatic and unnecessary anecdotes earned him a couple of eye rolls.

Frankly, the fact that he had returned her apology with one of his own, really caught her off guard. Kit had not been expecting it in the slightest. What she had expected was him to tell her to behave herself, do as she was told, don't step out of line or one his toes (metaphorical toes, of course) as that was the kind of thing most of these hard-nosed, big city detective types said to her. Now it appeared, she had misjudged him, lumped him in with all the rest when actually, he was at least aware of himself enough to know the aura he emitted. Which probably meant she should apologise again. But that could mean they'd be here all day, just going round and round in a 'sorry for.......' circle-jerk - nothing constructive would get done.

So, Kit just offered him a small, grateful smile as she took another forkful of spiced eggs, which grew when they hit her tongue and the taste kicked in at the back of her throat. "These are really good" she mufffled out, more to herself than to him as by that time, Rollins was looking at his phone.

And then, a question - a visit to the last crime scene, now cleaned of the worst of the gore, thankfully so at least the Heuvos Rancheros would stay where she was putting them. "Yes, I would, thanks. We have time to finish our breakfast though, right?" she asked, already signalling the waitress for coffee refills.