aw, dw bout it, bb.



chestbumpz for joo <3333333

omg.
need more, like now. @_@;;
<333

MIKEY IZ JEAL ;]

OMFG WINNIE XDDD
YOU MADE ME SQUEAL SO DAMN LOUD I ALMOST WOKE MY MOTHER UP.

im not supposed to be on x.x

THANK YOU GIRLS! YOU ARE LOVED!! <3333
oyez. mikey is jeal!!! >xDDDD
sry that the grand kiss will have to wait till another few chapters!
i must read more slash for inspiration for boisecks. omg. slap me please.

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WINNIE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I WATCHED THE CHESTBUMP!!! XD
YOU MADE ME A HAPPY PERSON!!! =DD
<333

CAIT!
*gives prata*

Omg i see mikey jealous. and i'm curious about cookie!
OMGOMG THE PREVIEW FTW.
MOAR MOAR MOAR

*bribes with cookies*

SRY BUT NO MRE PREVIEWS!!! XDDD

ohi. im like sick ))':

:O Caitt
-peanut for yiew-
8D

oh bb. you have nooo idea how many graphics i've got

moar chapters = moar graphics.

SO GET WRITING.

and yeah, i stare at the chestbump graphic all the time xD

*takes peanut frm weenie* =DDD <333
HAHA WINNIE <333
OMG!!!
FOR THE GRAPHICS!!!
*Pushes cpt. america away and borrow shield*

FOR THE GRAPHICS!!!! XDDDDD

CHAPTER THREE is in the house!
graphics, pwetty please, Winnnniiie? 0:3

CHAPTER THREE
REMINISCENCE

After looking at the kidnapped rock star’s case file for hours everyday since two days after the report, trying to figure out whom else could be behind the attack, I fell asleep on my desk, face down on the opened file. I couldn’t figure anything out until the police got a full confession out of Roberts. I didn’t have any dreams but I felt so good while sleeping. I felt so peaceful and everything was perfect.

David Cook’s doctor said he was just fine and wasn’t facing any traumatic disorder. That was a relief, because it would take months or years just to get an answer from somebody with that tragic disorder.

Everyone was starting to mock me when I said I was quitting the force to start a ‘new life’. Just yesterday I borrowed Liel’s paper shredder and started shredding the old documents I didn’t need anymore. That was step one to my new life. She warned me that if I didn’t clear the papers from the shredder she would make me ‘pay big time’. Ha. She doesn’t mean it. Does she?

Something smacked my forehead, but I didn’t wake up. I wasn’t a light sleeper, but I still felt something against my forehead. I didn’t bother to touch my forehead either. Unfortunately the ‘thing’ on my forehead started brushing against the plaster on the bridge of my nose everytime the rotating fan blew past my face. I got irritated and my sleep was ruined. I groaned, awake, but not opening my eyes. I grabbed the mirror and saw a sticky note on my forehead when I opened my eyes reluctantly.

I pulled it off and read it.

Yo momma called the station asking for you. Dr. Hate-love Johns looked too peaceful to disturb, regarding how you worked endlessly for nothing. Call your mother when you wake up, doctor.

The neat italic handwriting belonged to Dr. Hate-love Lemming. I smirked at the note and pasted it on the table. My mother probably thought I went on a case and got shot or something. She never approved of my job because it would ‘hurt her baby boy’. On top of that, she lost one son, my brother, Desmond. And no, he didn’t die in a car accident or got murdered or something like that. He ran away from home when I was 16. It’s been years and still there has been no sign of him.

But right now, all I could do is just work for nothing. “Take a break, Johns,” Ger said, attempting to pull the file away from my hands. I didn’t let go of it. Instead, I pulled it back but he still had a tight grip on the file. “No. This is my last case. I intend to do it properly with a good attitude,” I said, pulling the file further. He glared at me.

“I’d like to take a video of you saying what you just said and doing what you just did and show it to you. Maybe then you could see if you have a good attitude,” Ger said sarcastically. I sighed and reluctantly let go of the file. “Take a break. Go home, take a shower. Call your mother or something. Visit her. She called for you,” He suggested.

“I know,” I said, waving the sticky note that had stuck on my fingers. I took it off and threw it in the paper bin next to me.

“So call her back,” He said.

“Nah I think I’d stay here and do further research,” I ran a hand through my hair. “And what have you got so far after researching the file for 48 hours non stop?” He asked, a hand on my chair. “Tell me you found something,” He said, dragging a hand down his chin when I shrugged.

“I found something,” I said confidently. His eyes brightened, “Really?”

“No,” I shook my head. I bet that annoyed him.

“Johns. I’m not in the mood for your immature games.” He glared even harder. “Well you told me to tell you something. You didn’t ask for my honest truth,” I said, turning the chair around and looking at nowhere in particular.

“I’m ordering you to go home, Johns,” He said seriously. I shook my head. “Or else?” I asked.

“I’m firing you,” He warned. Really!? That’s great!

“Really? Thanks!” I said happily, standing up. “No! I meant… Just go home, Johns,” He said. “Please give me something to do. Not another case but something I can do to kill time. Pl