Garrett Hawke (redhawke) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-23 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bethany hawke, clarice ferguson (blink), garrett hawke |
Who: Garrett Hawke, Bethany Hawke, and Clarice Ferguson
What: Garrett takes up a small investigation.
When: Saturday afternoon
The past several days had been..interesting for Clarice. There'd been the woman in Wal-Mart, and then rehearsal and then the show. Which had gone well, she was happy to say.
Then there was the day of the show, and then woman she'd met Friday afternoon...Not the raven-haired one. This blonde beauty. And she'd forgotten to get her number. Clarice and the internet didn't get along so well, so instead, she used the yellow pages, and walked into Garrett's office.
Garrett was very glad to no longer be inexplicably attached to an FBI agent of all people. She was an attractive woman, but she was still FBI and neither of them had been able to get any work done.
It was good to be back in his office. He expected he'd have to catch up on the tracking job Bellatrix had hired him for.
Bethany missed Graham already. She'd developed an easy comradarie with him that she'd liked, and she still wanted to meet his girlfriend. She looked up with Clarice entered, "Hello! What can we do for you today?"
Clarice smiled at the woman nervously, "This is...well it's kind of stupid, actually. I should go."
"After the past two weeks, I good use something simple and 'stupid." Garrett stuck his head out of his office. "What exactly is 'stupid,' in this case?"
Clarice looked him over. He was handsome. She blinked her eyes, then her cheeks colored slightly, "Just..a woman I met. I never got her number. It's stupid."
"Oh." That was normal, for California. "What did she look like? And do you have a picture?"
"No. She's a natural blonde, but she was wearing a blue wig at the time." She rubbed her shoulder, "I didn't think to get a picture either."
"Huh. Not much to go on." Garrett scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"She's a cancer survivor?"
Bethany quietly collated some papers while they talked, though she looked up then, "Really?"
Clarice nodded, "Hence the wig."
"That narrows it down a bit. I can check around to see if anyone's purchased a blue wig lately around here."
"I don't want to be creepy about this." She chewed her lip, "This is..stupid. I'm sorry for wasting your time."
"Leave a number--if I find something out, I'll get back to you," Garrett said.
"I...how much will this cost?"
"You just want some cursory digging around, yes? Nothing too intensive?" He tilted his head slightly.
Clarice nodded, "Yes. If you can get her my number, that'll be great!" Before she was reduced to asking on the Valarnet. Which wasn't particularly appealing.
Garrett nodded and named a fairly small price. Something he guessed she could afford without it digging into her budget.
Clarice looked genuinely surprised, while Bethany shot Garrett a look that was both adoring, and a little worried. She hoped that wouldn't become a trend!
"I can do that, thank you! Can you think of anything else I can do, on my own?"
"Keep your eyes peeled for any talk of blue wigs on the 'net?" He shrugged.
"Ah..thank you." Oh. Duh, "I'm Clarice. That might help, right?"
Garrett smirked. "Yeah, it might."
"Thank you, Mr. Hawke." For lack of anything better to do, Clarice leaned up and kissed his cheek.
Garrett had not been expecting that. Not that he minded. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Thank you."
"Do you like Shakespeare?"
"Not my usual thing, but I don't hate him," Garrett replied.
"Oh..well I can hook you up with a couple tickets to a theatre if you want." God, she really was striking out with the show. She hoped that didn't mean problems in the long run.
"That'd nice, actually."
Clarice? Hugged the stuffing out of him.
Garrett looked over at Bethany in a mildly confused way as if to say, 'I have no idea what is happening' lately.
Bethany smirked at him, knowingly.
Clarice let go, and coughed, "Uhm. Sorry. I've just haven't had the best response to giving away tickets. You'd think free entertainment would have a bigger response."
"Better luck from here out, hm?" He shrugged. "Like I said, I'll do what I can."
"Thank you." She bounced out, a lot happier than she had been when she'd entered!
Bethany watched her go, blink blinking a bit, "You know, Garrett, you probably could make a move on her if she wasn't looking for someone."
Garrett smirked and shrugged. "Apparently I'm utterly charming."
"And yet you don't have a steady. If mother really does come down, she's not going to let that stand."
Garrett groaned. "She has the children least likely to produce grandchildren in anything she'd think of as a timely manner."
Laughing, Bethany nodded her head, "I think her best bet are me and Carver."
"Probably," he said, grinning.
"I just wish I'd meet someone I like who's single."
Garrett chuckled. "That does pose a problem."
Bethany threw a pencil at him.