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savetheearth2015-01-12 04:12 pm
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The Clock's Heart it Hangs Inside its Open Chest [Backdated to Jan. 9, Closed]
Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Cesar Sanchez-Ortiz
What: L calls it mundane investigative work. Cesar calls snooping around his outspoken neighbor's house still pretty damn risky.
When: Backdated to Friday, January 9
Where: Cesar's neighborhood
Warnings: Typical warnings that come with L? Will update for specifics.
The week had been a strange one; some parts of it had crawled by, and other parts were still uncertain and strange; the normally meticulous Lazarus, who documented everything, couldn't tell where some of the time had gone. That being said, when he committed, he tended to go all-in, and that's why he was at the coffee shop, waiting for Cesar to accompany him by bus to the location of their stakeout under cover of January's early dark.
He sips his coffee slowly; most caffeine addicts have a sweet spot where they're "on" without being sweaty and jittery, and he's trying to hit that point of perfect alertness. He wants focus and steady hands tonight, because it's more than an ordinary stakeout, the kind he'd do for a spouse who suspects cheating. Lazarus, who typically feels like he has tried and failed to prove himself to an indifferent world, is actually determined to show Cesar Sanchez-Ortiz that he is a good detective. It surprises him how powerful the motivation is, but maybe he should have expected it; Cesar is, after all, the strongest reminder of the single most traumatic week of his life.
What: L calls it mundane investigative work. Cesar calls snooping around his outspoken neighbor's house still pretty damn risky.
When: Backdated to Friday, January 9
Where: Cesar's neighborhood
Warnings: Typical warnings that come with L? Will update for specifics.
The week had been a strange one; some parts of it had crawled by, and other parts were still uncertain and strange; the normally meticulous Lazarus, who documented everything, couldn't tell where some of the time had gone. That being said, when he committed, he tended to go all-in, and that's why he was at the coffee shop, waiting for Cesar to accompany him by bus to the location of their stakeout under cover of January's early dark.
He sips his coffee slowly; most caffeine addicts have a sweet spot where they're "on" without being sweaty and jittery, and he's trying to hit that point of perfect alertness. He wants focus and steady hands tonight, because it's more than an ordinary stakeout, the kind he'd do for a spouse who suspects cheating. Lazarus, who typically feels like he has tried and failed to prove himself to an indifferent world, is actually determined to show Cesar Sanchez-Ortiz that he is a good detective. It surprises him how powerful the motivation is, but maybe he should have expected it; Cesar is, after all, the strongest reminder of the single most traumatic week of his life.
1/2
L finally spits it out, thank god. The embarrassment-damage is done, and Cesar is deliberately trying to play it cool. They're not teenagers, they can get past something like this.
"--"
Oh. Right. He can't speak. He clears his throat silently, wondering what on earth he'd say.