roz reed ٭ buttercup (![]() ![]() @ 2009-09-15 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | david roberts, rosalind reed |
Who: Roz Reed and David Roberts.
What: Now that David is all better Roz can start the interrogation.
When: Monday night.
Where: David's apartment, Seattle.
Warnings: Angry Roz Ahead.
Roz didn't wait any time. After she got the last message from David (which whipped her in to a lovely new state of pissed off), she slammed her way out of the door and to her truck. If she took the MTN from Sacramento to Seattle, she could be there in an hour. Two, tops, especially considering how fast she was driving. Something strange was going on. First, there'd been David getting sick. After she'd gone to get him, a strange guy had shown up at the door with a package for him. Then, he'd suddenly started to get better, while everyone else who'd been ill had gotten slowly but steadily worse. Buttercup may have been a raging idiot, but Roz was not. She was going to get to the bottom of this, if she had to throw a paperweight at David's head to do it.
In a rented car, she cruised through the light traffic until she got to David's apartment. It was easy for her to find, now that she'd spent the better part of a week staying there. The time it had taken for her to get from Sacramento to Seattle hadn't done much to dampen her temper. In fact, it had just given her more time to stew. Whatever he was up to, it couldn't be good. The only way he could have gotten a cure so fast was if he'd taken up Skeezy Internet Guy on his Skeezy Internet Offer. Without consulting her. That wasn't a very fair accusation for her to make, but Roz wasn't feel overly fair. Plenty of people had nearly died when this disease or whatever it was had been released, which had scared the living crap out of her. Losing David would have made it impossible to live with Buttercup. Plus, she would have missed him. A lot.
She was glad to find, after she'd stomped her way up the stairs, that he had in fact left the door unlocked. Roz let herself right in, not at all shy about it. After all, she was there on a mission. "David?" She didn't yell as loudly as she could have. Maybe, deep down, she was still a little worried about him and his fragile health. At least he hadn't gone all coma boy on her. That probably would have been more than she could handle. Being worried was even more frustrating than just being mad. Propping her hands on her hips, she stood in the middle of his living room and waited for him to appear.