Juliet O'Hara arrests Winchesters (saltypineapple) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-09-07 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | alastair, juliet o'hara, sam winchester |
Who:Juliet and Alastair. [NOW OPEN TO WINCHESTERS OF THE SAM AND DEAN VERITY, YAY!]
What:Dooooooooooooooooooom. No really.
When:TONIGHT
Where:The hospital.
Warning:Highish for bad demon related things.
She admitted it. She hadn't been the most social person since Dean had blown the big Shawn secret. She tried in her head so many times to figure out what exactly he'd been thinking he would accomplish by telling her that Shawn was a fake psychic, the answer was nothing. He hadn't been thinking at all. He couldn't have been. She didn't know if that bothered her more or less that he could just say those things knowing how much faith she had in Shawn's abilities and Shawn as a human being. Her relationship with the fake Psychic Detective had been rocky at best from the get go. Even though when they'd left off she was upset and angry with his actions she might have forgiven him. Eventually anyway. If she'd been given the chance, but it wasn't even in her hands anymore. She was stuck in Kansas with a boyfriend who's family was fighting the apocalypse.
A few months ago she might have thought she was just going crazy, by all rights maybe she was. Her closest friends included a woman named Felicia code name the Black Cat from Spiderman, A woman named Rose, and Sam's supposed to be dead ex girlfriend Jessica. If she analyzed her situation too much it was enough to drive her batty, so she just stopped. She knew what made her happy and that was Detective Work.
Her leave of absence was up and much to Dean's disapproval she went back to the department. It took some convincing on her part, but if she didn't go back she would have lost her job. Being fired from the police department wasn't like being fired from a retail job. Fired officers didn't get rehired. It just didn't work that way, Jules loved Detective work. She'd tried to deny it, and it didn't work. It had been her dream since day one and she couldn't just give it up. The department had given her a partner. That was the part she wasn't so thrilled about. A new partner that wasn't Carlton. She missed her partner from Santa Barbara. Carlton Lassiter was a good cop, pushy, stubborn, and a bigot on occasion but a damn good partner. She trusted him with her life, the green horn that the department had paired her with on the other hand she wasn't so sure of.
It was early evening when the two Detectives were called to the hospital to question a witness tied to their most recent murder case. Juliet knew her way around the block when it came to questioning witnesses so she sent her new partner to question the women at the receptionists desk while she leaned over the bedside of the man who was mostly covered by blankets and handcuffed to the railing to ensure he wasn't going anywhere. "Okay Jaun. I know you can hear me, so here's how this is going to work. You're going to tell me where you were on the night of September third around six pm." The patient said nothing. Juliet tried not to look frustrated. Frustration was exactly what criminals wanted. They hoped that officers would be frustrated and make a mistake. She wasn't going to make any of those rookie mistakes as a seasoned officer.
"Juan.." she tried to get his attention by snapping her fingers infront of his eyes, but he didn't respond. As she looked a little closer she noticed that the suspect was starting to look a little purple in the skin and she shuddered slightly pressing on the rooms intercom button and speaking quickly. " I need a doctor in room four thirteen, it's an emergency. He's..I don't know. Purple. People aren't supposed to be purple." The young blond haired detective stared down at the broken looking suspect and sighed. So much for that lead.
She moved into the hallway and pushed some bangs from her face in frustration. Looking around she noticed that her partner still hadn't returned, so she just waited outside and let the doctors come rushing into the room. Pulling out her phone she scrolled through to text Dean a simple sad face emoticon and 'no lead, that was a waste :('. She'd been fairly determined to teach him the proper usage of emoticons the past week or so.