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Wakey Wakey [30 Dec 2005|06:14pm] [ mood | exhausted ] The ground could have shaken, the sky could have fallen, and the town could have become swarmed by ants and Jordan wouldn't have stirred. She remained hunched over the table with her cheek pressed into the folder and paper beneath her. Arms were hanging at her sides and feet were pointed towards the door itself. Jordan was obviously fast asleep, the only thing missing from this almost comical scene was a bunch of z's coming from her mouth. She had passed out unconscious and remained that way in spite of whatever might have been happening in the apartment itself. The kitchen's light was off and the only lighting came from the hallway and this was the only thing that seemed to cause Jordan's eyelid to flutter. She grumbled something under her breath and then shifted her face against the table but still, she didn't wake. Nyx came up the steps from the bar, he'd worked a shift and now was hungry and tired. He noted there was only faint light coming from under the door, so he used his key though it turned out to be unlocked anyway. He stepped through the door and flipped the switches, flooding the kitchen with light. After he'd hung his largely unneeded jacket on a hook near the door, he turned around and gave an amused smile. There at the table was a snoozing Jordan, who was hopefully not drooling on the paperwork her cheek rested on. He watched her for a minute before his boots clumped across the floor, taking him to where she sat. He noted her guns and wondered if he ought to actually touch her. A faint frown creased his face as he considered the merits of waking her up to sleep more comfortably in her bed to leaving her to wake naturally so as to not get him shot. In the end, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook lightly. ( Just Resting Her Eyes ) Nyx quirked a mildly embarrassed smile at being asked about missing her. Perhaps he had been. The tease of her possibly leaving her door open made him blush though and he chuckled softly. "What's there to miss here?" His eyes squinted down when he smiled as he gave a kidding down on self diatribe. "Just a broke down Aussie who works a bar in a dustbowl town." He chuckled. The water and sandwich finished, he got up again, clearing both empty bottles and brushing the crumbs from the table top before tossing the plastic in a bin for later recycle. He leaned on the counter and shook his head slightly. "What do you have planned for the rest of the week? We ought to get together and go out sometime soon." "There's the Aussie accent," Jordan remarked with a serious expression until her lips split into a grin and her teeth came together, "That's worth missing." As he walked over to the counter, she tipped her head and followed him with her eyes. "I think I could be persuaded to take some time off," She straightened the collar of her shirt and then she turned in her chair to face him. "I kinda like the idea of getting out, having some fun.." She trailed off and added yet another shrug. Nyx snorted derisively and shook his head once. "It gets in the way sometimes, you know." He tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled. "You take care of your work stuff and let me know when you're available." A low chuckle at the potential implication of the trailed off comment. "We'll see what's out there to be done." Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Too Old For This [24 Dec 2005|04:47am] [ mood | exhausted ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The world could have ended and Jordan wouldn't have noticed. She had returned home, late as always and with a hell of a mood so she was glad the others were in bed. No point taking out her day on everyone else. Jordan craved sleep and was practically living off coffee which could not be healthy for her. Concerns about her health were shaken aside as she collapsed into a chair in the kitchen and she sprawled the folders out in front of her. Hands made their way into very long dark hair that had taken to curling at the ends and green eyes took to fixing on the facts in front of her. The bureau expected her to shift aside all of her work for this one case and the police department kept piling the reports up on her desk. She just could not do it, she wasn't Wonder Woman though granted the suit might actually look good on her. Her dark jacket was shrugged off her shoulders and settled across the back of her chair. Gun holster apparent for any to see but she didn't care, she was home, technically safe though she didn't have much faith left in the security she had built up around herself. All it took was one moment for all of it to be lost. Look at William, she was pretty sure they were solid and he just vanished on her. Focus Jordan, focus. She blinked her eyes and then tried to fix her attention back on the many case reports in front of her but the words kept blurring together. Drowsiness crept up on Jordan and without really knowing what happened next, her face met with the table and she was soon passed out, stone cold unconscious. It would seem all those late nights had finally caught up with her. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Over The Top [29 Nov 2005|09:15pm] [ mood | blah ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Tired eyes looked towards the clock that seemed to taunt her by ticking away the precious seconds of her life. Jordan sighed and took to massaging her temples as she looked back at the folder on her desk. She had to wonder when work had replaced the something she had once called her personal life. She was her father's daughter, no questioning that but her father didn't work to escape an empty bed and a quiet apartment whilst Jordan did. She wondered if she was to go after this lawyer if she'd have any support but so far she was the only agent that she knew of and her superiors had already told her that the case was to be handled carefully. She chanced another look at the information and then sighed as she rose to her feet and worked out the kinks held deep within her bones. "Work is going to be the death of you, Jordan Elizabeth Briggs." She murmured softly as her hands started working through the long lengths of her hair. It was something her mother had always said to her, something she had never taken very seriously but she was beginning to see the sense in it. She flattened her palms against the desk and let her head hang before she lifted her chin and glanced at the time, there was absolutely no way she could go around the law firm now. Maybe she should go home, grab some sleep.. Jordan pulled her jacket back on over her shoulders and hugged the material to her figure as she decided against going home. Not like there was much there for her except for her friendship with Nyx and even then she couldn't expect him to hang out with her all the time. "Maybe a cup of coffee will brighten up my evening," She murmured softly as she looked at her phone and saw nothing waiting for her. The only calls she got were work related and she made a choice to toss the phone onto her chair and walk out of the precinct without it. If it was urgent, they could always reach her via her beeper. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

One Case Too Many [22 Nov 2005|03:31am] [ mood | blank ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ "They are trying to kill me," Jordan mumbled into the wood of her desk as she had dropped her forehead onto it a while ago. Her workload was ridiculous and she was fairly sure she was developing some disease related to stress because she felt under the weather and the pounding in her skull was not helping matters. She exhaled a weary breath and attempted to focus bleary eyes on the new folder that had been dropped in her lap and had then been moved onto her desk. Apparently this assignment was now to be moved right up the list of her priorities that seemed to stretch for miles. Jordan did not want to push the cop's death to the bottom of her pile as that cop deserved justice as he had damned well died for it but Jordan still didn't believe that story completely. Call her a skeptic if you will but something hadn't seemed right about his partner's report. The tired FBI agent took to resting back into her chair where her entire posture seemed to slump. Her eyes now took to staring at the daunting file in front of her before her head inclined to one side as she took in how very thick the folder happened to be. The case had to have been important for her boss to tell her to ignore everything else and just focus on it. Jordan's fingers drummed against the arm of her wooden chair before she leaned forward and took the plunge. Her fingers pulled open the folder and her eyes skimmed over the information. "Jill Andersen," was muttered as Jordan continued to turn the pages until her eyes widened, "Wolfram and Hart!" In that one moment, Jordan knew just how bad this was if that law firm had anything to do with this. She recalled the conversations she had shared with William in regards to Jason Toren amongst other things. The thought of William brought a pang to Jordan's chest before she ignored it, he was the one who had vanished off the face of the planet and she wasn't going to let herself feel anything. She sighed as she picked up her pen and she focused her attention back on the information in front of her. The ballpoint of her pen was rested down as Jordan circled or underlined the important details. Once she had all of those, she'd see about seeing Miss Jillian Andersen. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Appreciating Good Company [22 Oct 2005|12:51am] [ mood | dorky ] Nyx flew down the stairs into the bar, yanking a shirt on as he went, on his way out the door to run a couple of errands. He jumped in his car and sat for a moment in silence before turning the key and listening to the engine roar to life. He pulled out and headed to the grocery store, desperately in need of food for the apartment. Jordan decided as she drew her car to a stop in front of the grocery store that she was in need of a serious vacation. The phones had not stopped ringing and people had just kept coming in despite the fact that the department had no idea on the sudden disappearances. She needed to sleep more, needed to eat more and just needed to have fun more but right now, she couldn't see that happening. When she had last checked the apartment's coffee supply, it had been way too low so she was just stopping off to buy some before she flung herself back into looking through case files. Bodies had cropped up during the black out and she had a lot of work on her hands not to mention she was lending her aid to the Las Vegas Police Department in the missing persons cases so Jordan had double the amount of work. Jordan slammed the door of her car shut and took to rolling the sleeves of her shirt up to her elbows before she pushed open the door. "I need coffee," She muttered to herself as her heeled boots clipped away at the ground with every stride that she took. Nyx pulled up to the store just minutes after Jordan entered, and he recognized her car with a smile as he parked his own. He got out, adjusting his still crooked shirt, and headed inside where he crabbed a buggy and started going up and down the aisles methodically, adding a bit of this and a bit of that to the basket. It was in the coffee and cereal, what a weird combo for an aisle, that he found Jordan perusing the goods available for purchase. He watched for a moment in silence. ( Quantity Or Quality? ) ( Returning Home ) "No offence, but women in general tend to get all worked up for not a lot." He shrugged, grabbing the remote with a grin, but dropping it as the timer went off in the kitchen. "Be right back!" She lifted an eyebrow at his comment, "Like guys don't get all hot and bothered for absolutely no reason whatsoever." She then smirked and released a slight chuckle. Nyx jumped from his seat and zipped into the kitchen, opening the oven and poking the chops with a fork. Finding them to his liking, he smiled and used a towel to pull the dish from the oven, and he set it on the table. "Food's ready!" He called out, before realizing he hadn't made the veggies, he paused, shrugged and decided he didn't care as he waited for Jordan to join him. Jordan got to her feet and muttered, "Never before had there been such beautiful words spoken." She moved through to the kitchen and she looked forward to tasting and enjoying the meal that Nyx had prepared. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Back To Work [06 Oct 2005|01:49pm] [ mood | awake ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan was woken by the sharp shrill sound of her phone ringing. She groaned faintly and rolled over to pick it up. A hand pulled it apart and it was then placed to her ear. “Jordan Briggs here.” “Hello Agent. Briggs.” A familiar voice spoke down the line. Jordan sat upright in her bed and cleared her throat. “Hello Assistant Director.” She knew that whatever this call was about, it had to be something important. There was a pause on the other end of the line before he spoke again. “We’ve received some worrying news from the Las Vegas PD. It would seem that there’s been a record high amount of disappearances within the city itself, were you aware of this?” Jordan got to her feet and shook her head. “No sir, I was not.” Another pause, “I see.” She practically winced as she heard the pause and then the clear message in the two words he said afterwards. He was basically saying she wasn’t doing her job properly. She really hated when she got a call like this because it made her feel about two inches tall. “I’ve mostly been focusing my attention on helping the Las Vegas PD to the best of my ability especially during the black out and the rioting, sir.” Jordan commented as she paced her bedroom. She could hear him breathing on the other end until he remarked. “I’ve no doubts you’ve been doing the best job that you can but right now, your top priority are the disappearances. All other cases are to be ignored, is that understood?” Jordan thought to the dead cop whose file still sat on top of her big pile of paperwork. Her father would be very disappointed in her if she didn’t try to work out what had happened to the cop but she knew that there was something bigger at work and she was being given a direct order. “Understood, sir.” “Good, Agent. Briggs.” He responded, “I’ll leave you be, make sure you report any and all findings back to us at the bureau. Take care.” With that said, he hung up the phone and left Jordan listening to nothing but static. Jordan grimaced as she pulled her phone away from her ear and she started to dress. Black slacks were pulled on over her legs before her white shirt was tugged into place and fastened. The holster for her guns was pulled on over her shoulders and now socks along with boots were tugged on. She didn’t bother with tying her hair back as she snatched up her case and made for her car. However on the way there, she paused at Nyx’s bedroom and slipped her share of the rent under his door with a note that read : ‘You and me, beers one night - Jordan’ before she hurried out of the building and slipped into her car. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Way Too Old [01 Oct 2005|12:39am] [ mood | apathetic ] Finally home but even sure if I can call this place home, I hardly know my housemates and I'm hardly here as it is. Just glad to be in a place where I don't have to worry about looking over my shoulder every thirty seconds or so. Las Vegas was crazy; I hope I never see anything like that ever again. It was horrific and the aftermath was just as bad as the actual event. I want a nice long shower and then my bed where I plan to sleep for hours on end and not wake for anything or anyone. Been thinking about calling William but ....I haven't the heart anymore. I'm tired of being the one trying to make this work, it's like taking one step forward and stumbling another four back. If he wants me, he knows where I live and he has my number. He can call me as that would be a novel idea, really it would. Anyways I've bitched enough as it is, I am going to grab a shower and a fresh change of clothes before I surrender to ..sleep. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Living Hell [15 Sep 2005|04:57am] [ mood | intimidated ] She wasn’t quite sure when the shit had hit the fan. Maybe it was when the airport exploded or maybe it was when the entire city lost its power but Vegas was out of control. Jordan happened to be in the thick of it, it came from being assigned to a precinct right in the middle of Vegas itself and being a cop at heart. She may have been a FBI agent but she was still a cop. Jordan had seen the precinct struggling and had thrown herself right into the middle of things. Of course, with the amount of chaos raining down around her ears, she was beginning to have second thoughts. On every street corner there seemed to be a fight and arrests seemed to spreading like wildfire but for every person they arrested, another three sprung up to take their place. No-one knew what had started the initial looting and the fights but something had been moving through Vegas spreading discord and it was catching. Almost like an infection. Jordan had gone out into Vegas fully kitted out - body armour and all - guns at the ready. Cops now had the orders to shoot to kill if they had to. That’s how out of control it was. Jordan couldn’t quite believe this was happening but it was. She had to have faith that if she stuck by what she knew and she trusted in her fellow officers that by the time this night was through, she’d be standing and Vegas would still be standing. Jordan pushed doubts to the back of her mind as she focused moving through the city. Dark hair was pulled back behind her head and one hand held a flashlight to better light her way. She was a fully trained professional, she could do this. A noise to her right drew her attention and very slowly, Jordan inched around the corner and turned to explore that sound. Her heart was thundering in her head and she was ignoring the fear and dread stirring in the pit of her stomach. Slipping through the shadows undetected was easy. Her clothes were dark, a mixture of black and burgundy that she'd been wearing upwards of fifteen hours, since she turned up at the bookstore for her shift. Dark brown hair was loose above her shoulders. An unexpected trip to the burning McCarran International Airport had taken care of the rest, leaving pale hands and cheeks soot-covered. Rhiannon hadn't been home since the city's nightmare started seven hours before. After McCarran, she and Kris had split up to patrol the city, figuring it best to maximize the Slayer presence on the streets. A number of demonic encounters, mostly vampiric, had proven them correct on that count. Just when she'd been thinking about heading in -- just to regroup at Joseph's place -- the power had been cut to the entire city. In Las Vegas, a pitch black night meant big trouble. Demons were out in increased force, as were curious tourists who'd been stranded by the airport disaster for an undetermined time period, and wanted to see what the fuss was about. Already the sound of car alarms and breaking glass punctuated the air, with human looters taking advantage of the police's stretched resources. Rhiannon was watching one such activity now. She had turned a corner to find a handful of men, not a demon amongst them, breaking a storefront window and heading inside. The Slayer let her eyes skip past them. She wasn't interested in playing citizen's arrest, not with an undead buffet happening elsewhere on the streets. She turned on her heel and headed back into the alley, but stopped at the sound of a scream inside the store. ( Don't Be Stupid (Mild Violent Content) ) ( We've Met ) Jordan gave a nod of her head. "Makes sense." She tipped her head back towards the store. "I'm going to stay with her, see if I can radio some help. The power might be down but never underestimate the power of the walkie talkie." She offered Rhiannon a smile. "It's good to know it's not just us against all of this if that makes any sense at all?" The FBI agent chuckled briefly, shook her head and exhaled a breath. Rhiannon nodded and took a step off the sidewalk. "Makes sense." She lifted her eyes to the rooftops and started to move away. "Stay safe, Agent Briggs." A last glance was given over her shoulder before she headed back down the alley. 1 Bullet === Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Suspicious [28 Aug 2005|06:13pm] [ mood | busy ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Of all nights, Las Vegas had to pick this one to rain. Jordan was having a time of saving the crime scene; she had hurried to collect blood samples along with taking photographs of the body's placement along with cataloguing the tread marks that led away. She knew that time was of the essence, she was going to lose everything if she didn't save as much as she could. She had long ago cleared the police out from behind the tape and was now working quickly and frantically, there was only so much one person could do after all. However she couldn't blame the cops for wanting to be closer, it was one of their own. An officer had been killed on the job or that's what his partner said. Jordan knew that partnerships were close but she knew that sometimes the partnership could go wrong and the two cops ended up hating one another. There had been a lot of talk around the precinct about this specific pairing and a lot of rumours had spread. The dead partner happened to be the strict, stick to the book kind of cop whilst the other was a little more flexible. Jordan didn't want to wonder on just how flexible as that wasn't her place. She had to collect evidence and let that do the talking for her. Her clothes were now saturated and her gloves seemed to have water trails escaping over them which meant she should stop. She expelled a frustrated breath as she latched the top of her case shut and declared her work was done. There was no way she had enough to say one way or another, she could only hope that something or anything from the samples she had collected would provide her with the answers that she knew every cop wanted. She moved back to her car and slid the case into the back before she slammed the door shut. Her head turned and she very briefly caught the gaze of the surviving partner. She saw torment and anguish in those eyes but she turned away, she couldn't let what she saw there affect her judgement. The evidence would sway her one way or another along with her gut and her instincts. Jordan slipped into her car and slid her key into the ignition. The engine of the car roared into life and her wheels were soon taking her away from the crime scene and onto the precinct where she could observe the evidence in a controlled environment. Her personal life had ground to a halt and Jordan wasn't sure if it was her or William but something wasn't right but for now, she'd use work as a means of escape. The old adage, 'all work and no play' seemed to run through her head but she ignored it and returned her attention to driving. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Slow Day [03 Aug 2005|11:07pm] [ mood | bored ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan's time could be better spent but the Las Vegas precinct she had been assigned had been experiencing a slow couple weeks so here she was straw in mouth and paper balls sticking to the ceiling of her very small office. The bureau had finally got her paperwork sorted out and she was finally a valid member of the Las Vegas police department. Her actions in that Douglas case had worn her the respect of her co-workers and she was no longer the 'FBI agent' and she was actually called by her first name which was as you can imagine a pleasant change from some of the names she had been given. Jordan had even been given the chair that had wheels and also spun when you turned which she happened to be doing right now. Her jacket flapped out from around the back of her seat as she went round and round, eyes watching the ceiling fan as it spun high above her and straw twisting as she took better aim. A restless breath escaped her chest as boredom seemed to be reach an astounding high, Jordan knew she should appreciate this time. The quiet before the storm, but how could she do her job when there was no crime for her to solve? A cotton clad thigh lifted before the sole of her high heel boot rested against the edge of her chair. The other foot remained on the ground to pivot her so the spinning didn't have to stop. Amidst the boredom, Jordan snatched up her phone and took the plunge. "Hey William, its Jordan. I'm not really sure if you're mad at me for that Douglas thing which if you are, I could understand but I'd really appreciate it if you could get in touch with me." She paused slightly as she played with a small stress ball she had purchased a few weeks earlier."One call is all I ask for. Anyways, I hope you're recovering well. Just take care." With that message left, Jordan hung up her phone and flung it across her desk until she heard a clunk which meant it had just slid off her desk and had now hit the ground. Jordan whined pitifully before she covered her face with her hands and then leaned across to wince as she took in the state of her phone. The back had fallen off and her battery was now half in and half out." Oh I hope that still works." Jordan muttered with a slight frown. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from her desk and as she did, the wheels on the chair made a slight noise until she and the chair came to an abrupt halt as Jordan rose to her feet. Jordan crouched down to put her phone back together and breathed a sigh of relief as everything seemed to be working. She sighed as she got back up and then walked around to drop back into her chair. The phone was rested against the desk before her hands retrieved her straw and a piece of paper. This she slipped into her mouth before she chewed and then as she placed the straw to her lips, she blew the ball of paper up at the ceiling. It was going to be a long few hours that was for sure. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Still Here [30 Jul 2005|02:34pm] [ mood | tired ] All work and no play, we all know how that saying goes. It's all I seem to be doing at the moment. Social life? What's that? Beginning to think I need a vacation, maybe head home for a week or so. See the family and check in with them, would get me away from work and from Searchlight which could be a good thing. Maybe it's something worth considering. Ever since that Douglas case, things have been hectic. You wouldn't believe how much paperwork that closing a case requires. I've been one step away from braining someone with my folder on more than one occasion. The cops that work this precinct are okay guys but they don't know when to keep their mouths shut. I'm really not interested in how long they can go ...seriously. Should call William, see how he is but ....I don't know, maybe I'm nervous? It was my fault that Douglas found him in the right place so I'm just going to pussy out and leave it for another day. There's always another day. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Meeting William's Slayer [15 Jul 2005|01:48am] [ mood | indescribable ] The hours had all sort of blurred into one and Jordan could no longer tell the difference between one day and the next. Jordan wished she could be at William's side twenty four seven but she couldn't, she had to file reports and get all the details surrounding Douglas' case sorted out. Eventually she had managed to get some time to herself and had promptly driven to the hospital and had spoken to her colleagues. Michaels now had a noticeable broken hand and he didn't waste any time in telling Jordan how he got it, the name Destiny definitely got a reaction out of Jordan. She didn't know the young lady herself but she knew of her because of William talking about her in the past. Jordan bid her colleagues goodbye and made for William's room. Jordan looked a little messy, her jacket had creases, her pants were slightly wrinkled and her shirt was looking a little worse for wear. She had changed clothes after getting William to the hospital and making sure he was okay and had burnt those clothes. Jordan would never wear anything that had had William's blood on it, it was too disturbing. Her long dark hair was loose around her shoulders and her eyes were now a shade of green and each looked as tired as the other. Destiny had only gone home once since that first day sleeping outside his room and it pained her to leave Will even for that small amount of time. A shower, a change of clothes, and a book were all she was able to bear in that house, the blood still haunting her. Sitting outside his room, Destiny buried herself in one of the books from the library. Her hair was still damp and she was in her comfiest clothes. Sleeping in her jeans was not the most comfortable experience. She sat cross-legged on the chair, chewing on the end of her ponytail in a nervous habit she acquired in the last 48 hours. ( Not The Best Situation ) Destiny chewed the last bits of tomato and swallowed it. "But then that'd be against the serial killer idea of fun. Take out the person closest to the target and watch them fall into your trap." Destiny smiled. "Yeah, I shouldn't be talking like an expert about this. But in my own rights, there are mind games we Slayers play to lull the vamps into false senses of security. Bantering seems to be the most popular and most effective." " I can imagine." Jordan commented with a nod of her head before she ate some more of her salad." I'm just glad he's dead." And I actually got to pull the trigger. That was a very good feeling, Jordan had taken control and dealt with it. "I am too." Destiny said with gusto. "Once Will's in the clear, I'll feel even better." Destiny stabbed some lettuce and brought it to her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Thanks again for coming to eat with me. Holding her fork up like it was a glass, she said an odd kind of toast. "Here's to the crime fighters of the living. And for Will. May everything turn out right 'cause we sure as hell deserve it to be." Jordan copied Destiny and nodded her head." To crime fighters of the living and for Will." She smirked and knocked her fork against Destiny's before she simply went back to eating her salad, she was trying not to be amused at using a fork for a toast. Hopefully the toast would stand and things would work out well. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Never Take Anything For Granted [08 Jul 2005|01:09am] [ mood | worried ] The moment her phone had rang, Jordan had known something was wrong. She hadn't needed to hear the report because that feeling in the pit of her stomach, the same one that filled her with tingles and gave her the shakes was there, another girl was dead. As always, she pulled herself away from anything she had been doing and hurried to the scene of this latest crime. As usual, a crowd had gathered and each person was eager to see what was behind all the tape. Jordan would never understand why people gathered around a crime scene. What was the appeal? She paused to slip her gloves into place and then nodded to the Officer in charge who lifted the tape and allowed her inside the barricade." It's a messy one." He muttered to her as she passed him. Jordan nodded her head and managed a brief smile," Thanks for the warning." She then took a deep breath and pushed the door to the motel room open. The first thing that greeted her was blood and a lot of it. She ignored that and continued past the men inside the room to the body that was being photographed. She paused for a moment as she took in the state of the young woman, it was definitely the worst one yet. She eased herself down onto her knee and rested her briefcase on the floor as she went to work. She began to gather evidence but there was hardly any but she never expected evidence, this killer rarely left anything behind. Nothing to trace him with. He was smarter than most. She turned the girl over but her eyes snapped wide open at the words that had been carved into her. She read them and her breath was taken away from her as she put them together in her head and fear flooded over her. " Jesus," She murmured. ( Bait And Trap ) ( Pushing The Right Buttons ) " Please just show me you're okay, just blink or something, please?" Her fingers moved to push his hair back so she could see his eyes. William did the best he could, which was to blink and let out another of those little whispering noises. He felt a wash of relief over him. He felt all of the tension slipping away and he could now begin to feel the general sense of terror that he should have been feeling before. It was over, and he forced his lips into a little smile, before he simply fainted from blood loss. " Shit," Jordan exclaimed before she pulled her phone and flipped it open. Her thumb moved over the digits before she said frantically," I need an ambulance, now, it's an emergency." She rattled off William's address then glanced to Douglas' body." And the police." She then hung up the phone and simply held onto William, whispering words like," Just hold on, don't you dare die on me or I swear to God." Now it was just a matter of waiting, god she hated that. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Not My Day [19 Jun 2005|11:15pm] [ mood | aggravated ] I wonder if it's considered suicide if you beat yourself to death with your case report? It probably is, which is a shame. I just keep hitting a brick wall with this case, it's like the killer knows everything I do and knows every little move I make. Creeps me out, a hell of a lot. I just wish I could have one break, I don't think that's too much to ask, seriously. I keep getting the look from the police, the look that says 'Why haven't you solved it yet? Why haven't you found the killer?' and all I can do is ignore them and focus my attention on the papers that are literally sprawled out across my desk. Maybe I'm losing my touch? Or maybe not, this killer is clever. Far cleverer than I think the news is giving him credit for but I will find him. I couldn't find the last killer I went after, I will find this one even if it kills me. Figuratively speaking of course, not in any rush to die, thanks. There are a few bright spots on my horizon however, William and I are back on track or so I think. Decided to just get back up on the horse and decided to stop letting things stand between me and him. We all fuck up, all part of being human - right? Anyways, less chat on here and more work on the file in front of me, wish me luck. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Being Watched [07 Jun 2005|10:03pm] [ mood | busy ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ As the tired FBI Agent peeled out of the police station for the first time in days, she didn't notice the man who fell into step behind her. Nor did she notice how he followed her into a coffee shop that had become her regular stop at this time of the day. And she certainly hadn't noticed as the crowd forced their bodies closer together until the killer she was looking for was no more than two inches away from her. She hadn't slept, she had simply trawled through file after file until all she could see were scribbled notes and frustrated strokes across an otherwise unsolvable case. Jordan was beyond frustrated and she was beginning to wonder if this killer could ever be caught. He always seemed to be one step ahead. She needed to call home, speak with her father and see what he thought of this. Jordan was so distracted that she didn't notice as a hand crept into her long dark hair and she didn't feel as a finger slid across one strand. The noise in the coffee stop and the overwhelming mass of people on every side of Jordan had eliminated any clear offender. For all she knew, the short man on her right could be brushing against her. Eventually it was her turn to be served and she stepped away from Douglas' grip and his eyes merely lifted to watch as the strands of her hair slipped through his fingers. His head cocked to one side as he watched her talk with the man behind the counter and he took a mental note of her order. It was always the same, it never changed. 'Black coffee, no sugar and a bluberry muffin' She was now so distracted with weaving her way out of the bodies that crowded the small shop that she didn't even notice as a sharp blade caught her hair and one curl was cut from the rest. All of those sharply honed senses were so focused on getting out without being crushed to death or spilling her coffee that she didn't notice the man who stood out from the crowd. The sharply dressed man who held a strand of her hair in his hand, the same man who brought the hair to his nose so he could smell her scent. The scent that was Jordan Briggs, the woman he craved and the woman he would continue to watch from afar until the time was right. No, she hadn't noticed any of these things and that was how Douglas liked it. Just a little longer. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Perspective [28 May 2005|02:26pm] [ mood | calm ] Nothing quite like being woken up at four AM by a call, a call telling you that they need you in Vegas because they've found a body. Nothing really can compare, nothing can describe the way your blood seems to run cold in your veins and nothing can even begin to explain the way you think of everyone you know and nothing can ever explain how you worry for them. In case it's them you'll be looking at, if it's them who have been on the receiving end of brutality. It's a strange experience, so many emotions all rolled up into one moment. They all conflict until you can't tell what's up from down and you struggle to get some kind of grip as you know you've a job to do, you have to be the rock because that's what you are. You are the cold, distant, agent that gets to examine the scene and the body itself, you're responsible for catching this killer. The police are relying on you for vital information. No-one puts more pressure on me than me. I know what my job is, I know what I have to do and how important I am to solving murders and to avenging innocents. I may not be a Watcher and I may not be a Slayer but I understand how they feel. I may not fight vampires or demons but I fight evil in another form. It's taken me a while to realise that what I do does matter in the big scheme of things. If I can't fight what William does, I'll fight what I can and hope to God that what I do is enough to put some of these monsters away. Funny how a call at four AM can put your entire world into perspective. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Wouldn't Have Believed [14 May 2005|01:38pm] [ mood | scared ] To say she was shocked would have been an understatement, a sandstorm in Searchlight, Nevada of all places. Jordan was beginning to think she needed to move to Vegas, at least there you knew what to expect. She struggled to control the swerve of her car as she drove through the town, sand battering at the car and nearly forcing it onto its side " Shit, shit, shit." She muttered repeatedly as she tightened her grip and started to turn the car into the spin in order to settle it back down. She licked her lips and was surprised at how dry they felt, she supposed open mouthed staring would do that to you. Eventually Jordan brought the car to a stop, the bar not too far or she hoped it wasn't. It wasn't as if she could see anything, Jordan eyed her door for a moment - watching the way the wind and sand seemed to shake it. Did she really want to go out into that? But what else was she going to do, sit in her car and wait for it to pass? That wouldn't be a good idea, it just wouldn't. With a deep breath, Jordan opened her door and then grunted as she forced her weight into it. The door suddenly seemed heavy, almost two times its usual weight but Jordan put this down to the sandstorm working its way through the town. After a moment, she got her door open and let out a startled cry as she overbalanced and landed face down in the sand, the same sand that shifted rapidly beneath her. A few sharp shards of quartz caught her skin and brought a slight wince to Jordan's lips." Get up and get moving." She muttered to herself as she wrapped her hands around her door and literally clung as she staggered back to her feet. Matthew was in a similar position as Jordan, only he hadn't had a car to save him from the brunt of the storm. His bike had been blown almost sideways before it had taken a sudden dive and Matthew had ended up being scraped along the ground. Luckily for his back, he happened to be wearing a leather jacket so not much damage had happened there but his legs were another matter. The denim was ripped and blood stained the material but his legs were still moving, trudging slowly as he sought shelter from this storm. One arm was braced across his forehead in the attempt to keep his eyes open. As he neared the bar, he could see a woman struggling to stand up within the whirling sand and he hurried over to her." Need some help?" His voice was nearly drowned out by the storm itself. Jordan's eyes cut to the stranger who had appeared at her side," Yes thank you!" She shouted back, not really caring about who this guy was and what his name was, he was offering to help and she needed it. She gasped sharply as she was nearly blown to one side. Matthew's arm looped around the woman's waist and it gripped as he hauled her back to her feet and started them in the direction of the bar. His eyes managed to pick out the colours that others couldn't see and he let himself be led by that. Eventually, he managed to pull the door open and he gave the woman a slight push inside before following after her. Jordan staggered for a moment before her hands gripped a nearby chair and she used that to stabilise herself. Her new haircut was pretty much wasted thanks to that sandstorm, the shorter strands were thick with sand and quartz. At least she was home and she was out of the storm. That was something. Matthew fought with the door but eventually got it shut and turned to rest back against it. The pain in his legs slowly creeping over him but for the moment, he bit back on it and simply turned his attention to the bar and all of its occupants. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Getting There [12 May 2005|01:26am] [ mood | hopeful ] William had been on his rampage, searching for Destiny and Elfleda, but to little avail. He realized after a time that he had been ignoring everything else, and found a message from Jordan, and decided that he needed to see her. Heading into Las Vegas, he found the FBI building, and leaving his weapons in the car, he walked in. He talked to the guards and receptionist, and was able to get a guest pass and directions to the bullpen. He walked there, and saw rows of desks. Looking over them, he saw a familiar bowed head. He walked up behind Jordan and stood for a moment, unsure of what to say. Looking at her, he cleared his throat. "Hello, Jordan." Jordan had been hard at work as always, her eyes focused on the folder in front of her but the voice from behind drew her attention. She lifted her head and turned it slowly to rest her gaze on William, she managed to stop herself from reaching up to touch the cross that resided around her neck. The same cross that William had given her," Hello William." ( The Gulf Between Them ) ( Friends Are Important ) ( Fortune Cookies ) William pecked her on the cheek. "You need to get back to work, and if you stay here any longer, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to let you go." " Yeah, you're right." Jordan nodded her head and reluctantly stepped away. She turned and rested her hand on the door before she commented over her shoulder." It was good to see you, William." With that said, she offered him a smile before she vanished into the building. William smiled to himself as he watched Jordan head into the building. He smiled a little wider as he walked towards his car, realizing that this had been the best night he had in weeks. Things were looking up for him. 2 Bullets === Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Regularity [03 May 2005|11:52pm] [ mood | blank ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ All work and no play made Jordan a very dull girl but work helped her to forget, helped her to pretend that her monsters were only human, made of flesh and blood. Her monsters were cold blooded killers, monsters she could understand, the monsters that lurked in the shadows baffled her and she didn't know if she ever wanted to know more about them. She leaned back into the chair that the Las Vegas police department had so generously provided for her, she even had her own corner, she should feel special. Slender fingers turned her pen as she continued to stare at the ceiling, the day shift was beginning to wear on her, she missed the excitement, the thrill that the night shift seemed to give. Maybe that made her a bad person or maybe that made her an adrenaline junkie but she couldn't help but feel that she was missing something. Jordan had vowed to pick herself up off the ground and had been doing a pretty good job at it, she was almost caught up on her caseload and she was interacting with people again and she even felt confident enough to take on the night shift. She'd have to talk to her superior about it. She looked to the phone and thought about calling William but how did she know he was back? She continued to turn her pen through her fingers before she simply leaned forward to snatch up a folder. Her hand flipped it open and her eyes scanned over the information, a thumb lifted to press the top of her pen so the tip sprung out from within the metal cylinder. She placed this tip to the sheet of paper and began to write notes, notes on what her investigation had led her to believe along with every other little detail that was required. The seconds gave way to minutes and minutes turned into hours. As Jordan lifted her eyes, she blinked not once or twice, where had all the time gone? She shut her folder and picked up a nearby stamp before bringing it down on the folder to show the case was sealed. She placed the folder in a box and then snatched up her black jacket which was slid on over her shoulders. Fingers caught a hold of the cross that William had given her and curled there for a moment as she took a few breaths almost preparing herself for Las Vegas at night. Once she was centered and ready, she snatched up her phone and headed towards the exit. A smile and a few words were exchanged with the officers that were working the night shift before Jordan found her way out to the parking lot. Fingers sought her pocket and caught her keys but she came to a sudden stop as she could have sworn she felt someone watching her. She turned her head and blinked as a man waiting at a red light in his rather flashy car was definitely watching her. He gave her a smile and a wink before he drove away as the light turned green. Jordan smirked lightly and simply shook her head before she unlocked her car and slipped inside. Jordan didn't drive away, she simply stared at the steering wheel before she dropped her forehead to rest against it. An action very reminiscent of her earlier days in Searchlight but the only difference was the fact she wasn't hitting it against the soft leather repeatedly. A hand snatched up her phone and a number was dialed before the phone was placed to her ear, as expected it went through to voicemail." Hey William, Jordan here, hope everything went to plan and everything's been taken care of. If you need me, give me a call or drop by the bar, I think I may take up that empty room on a more permanent basis which means paying rent but I'm working again so I can do that." A pause at this point before she continued on, " I really hope you are okay, take care and we need to ..do something together, something normal for a change. Bye." With that very lame message left, Jordan discarded her phone, started her engine and began the drive home. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

Striving Hard [27 Apr 2005|03:14pm] [ mood | determined ] Working isn't as hard as I first anticipated, it actually seems to help. Seems to take my mind off everything. I guess that's what happens when you fling yourself head first back into the nearest case. I wonder if that's what people call 'losing yourself in work' but at the end of the day, I feel like I'm working to help people. To make up for some of the things I did when I was under her influence. I guess you could say I'm trying to save my soul. Maybe that's melodramatic but it's how I feel. I can never take back some of the things I did but I can certainly try to make up for them. And if I let her stop me from doing what I've always done then she's won and I won't have that. She won't hold that kind of power over me. No-one will ever hold that kind of power over me. I just keep repeating that to myself and it seems to help, seems to affirm my belief in those words. No rest for the wicked. Take Aim And Pull The Trigger

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