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CARLTON P. LASSITER (withmyowncuffs) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-04-09 13:58:00

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carlton lassiter, juliet o'hara

WAIT, EXPLAIN THIS TO ME AGAIN ...

WHO || Carlton Lassiter and Juliet O’Hara
WHAT || explaining everything
WHEN || very early morning
WHERE || New York, downtown loft
WARNINGS || Lassiter will use some colorful language, PG13 just to be safe

Carlton Lassiter was a man of few vices. Even if he didn’t consider himself a drinker, he did have a good shot of whiskey every now and again. And alright, perhaps he got himself stone-faced drunk whenever things got too complicated and depressing for him to handle (Hell would freeze over before the head detective ever admitted to that). But he never got so drunk that he couldn’t find his car keys or somehow find himself in someone else’s bed.

Because he was definitely not in his bed right now. The sheets were all scratchy and cheap underneath him, not at all like the soft and silky ones he had bought. It was the stupid flat pillow that woke him up in the first place. Lassiter valued sleep, even though he didn’t get much of it. What sleep he did get, he wanted it to be in a nice and comfortable bed. That was why he spent those top dollars on his mattress. This thing that he was sleeping on couldn’t have cost more than a hundred bucks. It was cheap, hard, uncomfortable and most importantly, not his. The head detective knew that much. Sitting up, the first thing he tried to reach for was his phone. All of his clothes were still on … oh wait, these weren’t his clothes. What the hell was he wearing? Sweet Lady Justice, were these pajamas? He groaned and scooted to the edge of the bed, cringing at the squeak that came from the mattress. It took a couple blinks to get his surroundings. When he could see clearly, he wished he couldn’t see at all.

The place was a dump. Whoever lived here was one step up above living in a dumpster. The walls were peeling and he was sure that the yellow stain on the ceiling was not from a mustard spill. God, where had he ended up? He ran both hands through his hair. Phone. Where the hell was his phone? Ah, next to the night stand. Lassiter stood up and rushed over to the little table, not realizing the phone wasn’t even the right brand before flipping it open and speed dialing Juliet. He put the phone up to his ears and waited for two rings before he heard someone pick up. ”O’Hara, listen. I’m-“ His groggy voice was interrupted by a woman shrieking something in Spanish into his ear. He immediately cringed and pulled the phone away to stare in confusion at the lit-up screen. Who had he called? Juliet was number two. Hadn’t he pressed number two? He hung up the phone, not wanting to hear the woman any longer, and checked the number he had dialed. Well, he had pressed number two but he didn’t recognize the name that came up. Was this some sort of prank? Had Spencer messed with his phone again? He was going to kill him but first –

Lassiter manually dialed in Juliet’s cell number, hoping that his memory served him right and that it would be his English-speaking partner that picked up and not anyone else. He sat down on the bed again, scrutinizing the room he was in once more as he waited for her to pick up on the other line. When she did, he held his breath. ”O’Hara?”

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nancyjules
2009-04-09 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Juliet O'Hara hadn't seen her partner in months now. Months and months. She didn't remember the last time she'd seen him. Of course she knew this world was weird and he had disappeared like a couple of the times before. Of course she'd disappeared once before too or something, but she didn't remember any of that. In any case, she was relaxing, not thinking about seeing her partner any time soon when the phone rang. And it had Lassiter's name on the caller ID. What the hell?

Putting down her milkshake, she opened up the phone and blinked. "Hello?" Well it sounded like him. "Lassiter? Yeah, it's me. I .. I didn't realize you were here." Was he really here? That was odd. He hadn't ever called her before when he was here. Most people freaked out and then phoned. Or maybe he'd done the freaking and she hadn't seen yet.

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withmyowncuffs
2009-05-03 11:11 am UTC (link)

Lassiter let out a huge sigh of relief, sinking back onto the bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to get a hold of himself and his sudden bout of worries. "O'Hara. It's Carlton Lassiter." No one's voice had ever sounded so wonderful and ... and what? He dropped his hand into his lap and frowned into the phone. "Here? Where's here? Where are you?"

Speaking of which, where the hell was he? He glanced around the room again, trying to piece together the events of last night as if that would explain how he had gotten into some stranger's room. He couldn't think of anything logical. Unless he had been drugged. Lassiter checked his clothes and cringed again when he realized they were not his own. Crap. He had to have been drugged. There was no other logical explanation for this. Not even in the slightest. This wasn't his house and these weren't his clothes and that wasn't his coffee mug sitting on the night stand.

At least it had a shamrock on it though. That was some consolation. Lassiter scratched the side of his head. "O'Hara, listen. I have no idea whose house I'm in. I'm gonna be late to work." If he could get to work. What if this was some weird dream and he had taken somebody else's life? Oh no, what if it was worse? What if that other life, of him as head detective, what if THAT had been the dream? Lassiter groaned and fall to his back on the bed. "Do we have any cases?" Maybe that could get his mind off this horrible ... mess.

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nancyjules
2009-05-05 01:25 am UTC (link)

"Yes, of course it's you, I think I'd know your voice by now.." she said a bit stubbornly but good naturedly. He actually sounded happy to hear her voice, go figure. "Here is in.. oh man, you just got here and called me and no one's explained this stuff to you. I'm in New York, actually. It's where I live now." Sure she knew that she should stop and explain and everything, but that wouldn't be any fun.

While she waited for him to contemplate what she said, be baffled by it and then try and figure out what was going on, she sat back at her desk and glanced around. Well this was going to be interesting to say the least. She'd never had to explain it before. Generally she left that kind of thing up to Shawn. Figured he might actually make it fun and interesting.

"Just breathe, first of all. Look, I know that.. no we don't have any cases, Lassiter, just listen to me okay?" Juliet took a deep breath. Well, here went nothing. "You know how a couple of minutes ago there was something like a tornado, or a hurricane that kind of dropped you off here, and you woke up in a strange place. Kind of like Dorothy in Oz? Well, just kind of imagine that's real. Tornado brought you to a whole new shiny world. Except where this new shiny world looks like our own. And no, I'm not delusional, I haven't hit my head, and I've not gone crazy. Oh and this isn't a joke."

She said it in her best 'reassuring and serious' voice that she could muster.

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