Detective Casey Shraeger does (havesecrets) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-25 09:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2013 november, ~25 points, ~~casey shraeger (havesecrets), ~~jason walsh (getinmybed) |
WHO: Jason Walsh and Casey Schraeger
WHAT: Partners Reuniting; Casey needs answers
WHERE: At Jason's Place
WHEN: Sunday Night After Her Arrival
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
WARNINGS: TBD, probably some mild cursing
To say that Casey was feeling confused by everything right now would be an understatement. To say that she was annoyed at not knowing what was going on would be right on the money.
It was confusing enough to find out that apparently magic and wizards using magic were real things in this place. Although, really, that kind of made more sense to her than most of the things Alvarez said. She appreciated Molly warning her about that -- even if she was kicking herself for not asking enough questions while she was filling out the paperwork given to her upon her arrival. The thing that was really messing with her head, right now, was the fact that Walsh said he had been in this place for a little while.
That didn't make any sense to her because they were just sitting in his diner and talking before she walked out that door and ended up in this small town. How could Walsh be here and back in New York all at the same time? It wasn't logical and it wasn't scientific -- which was why it was bothering her so much. She usually based her thoughts on logic, science, and sometimes, on her instinct as a police officer.
None of those things seemed to be useful in her figuring out this puzzle, though.
She needed to talk it out with someone and the best person to that with right now was Walsh. Even when he was speaking in riddles or using Philosophy on her to make a point, she at least mostly understood what he was talking about. The people on the network seemed helpful and pleasant, but there were some things that you just needed to discuss with your partner.
Which was why Casey left her assigned apartment and went to Walsh’s. (Not to mention, she was a little creeped out about the whole assigned housing thing.) Shaking her head, she knocked firmly on his door.
“Walsh? Are you in there? It’s Schraeger.”
He could have probably guessed that it was her without her identifying herself, but there were two things that she had learned. One, a police detective always identifies themselves. Two, she didn’t want to walk in and find Walsh in a state of undress with another woman. While he looked good like that, she wasn’t wanting to revisit the awkward feeling of that experience again.