[there is nothing worse than a case that won't close. isaac wants things to be over, wants the monster to never come crawling out of the darkness again. he enjoyed it at first, wanted to keep figuring things out. danger hadn't been the primary worry, but now it is. now he worries for himself, for lydia, for the people out there that might get caught in whatever they happen to find next.
and they always do.
he's sitting in a diner with a hand entangled in his hair and his tie done up badly. the coffee smells stronger today-- scratch that, everything smells stronger. it's like the air has suddenly smacked him in the face, like he's just waking up. he's staring at the case file on the table and doesn't know what to do. lydia said he would meet him, but he's fifteen minutes early (and only because she warned he was late one more time he'd need to find another job).
he puffs out his cheeks, letting out a great sigh. the waitress comes over and asks if he needs more coffee, and he says yes with a wave of his hand even if he's not sure he even wants coffee anymore.
he orders a glass of orange juice, too. and another side of bacon, even though it's his fifth order. once the waitress leaves, he pulls out his phone and sends lydia a text:
she's good at it, really good at it. so when she can't figure it out, you know, like now— it kills her. what is she if she can't solve a case? she's just some silly little girl playing dress-up as an agent. she doesn't stop researching, even when isaac and her have gone home and are supposed to be getting a good night's rest so that they can face the day. lydia martin is not a quitter and she will not let some stupid monster get the best of her.
she always arrives a few minutes early, but not quite that early. she's actually pleased to get isaac's text. looks like he listened for once. when she finally does stroll in, it's with an eyeroll. ]
This doesn't just happen. [ she gestures to herself. it takes her some time to get ready, don't rush her! she doesn't just roll out of bed. like isaac apparently has. what the hell? she gives him a judging look, settling down into the seat next to him. ]
Please tell me you haven't been here looking like that for long. [ she reaches over, not even bothering to ask if it's okay, and starts redoing his tie. honestly, she can't be walking around with some guy who looks like he slept at the office.
Oh, so, women don't just snap their fingers to get ready in the morning?
[because that's what it always looks like. lydia is always ready for anything, anywhere, no matter what. she has such a way with fashion, as much as isaac hates to admit. she always looks perfect. him, on the other hand, should care a little more. normally he isn't so tousled, normally, he goes home, changes, irons out his clothes and has them ready for the next day.
not today.
he stares at lydia as she fusses over him, sitting patiently.]
Sorry, I got caught up and ended up sleeping at the office.
[and he grins, because he knows how much she absolutely hates that.]
[ lydia wishes she could snap her fingers and be ready for the day, but no. there's a routine. and as a perfectionist, lydia spends quite a bit of time on it. perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect outfit.
she finishes messing with his tie and smooths out some wrinkles on his shirt before sitting back, sufficiently pleased with her work. it could still be better — sometimes lydia wants to dress people up like barbie dolls because she sees so much wasted potential — but he looks decent now. like he didn't just pull an all-nighter, which she fears he probably did.
when he grins, she glowers. ]
You seriously need to start going home. [ she glances at the bacon on his plate. ] And start eating less sodium.
[ she rests her chin in her hand, looking almost feline as she peers at him curiously. ]
Are you gonna tell me what you got caught up in or am I supposed to guess?
[isaac smooths back his hair as much as he can to get it more ... just out of his face. he may be a werewolf, but even he gets tired from time to time. the work they do is exhausting, there's never a dull moment.
he sometimes wishes there were, for the sake of naps. he smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and when the waitress drops by his plate full of bacon he picks a piece up and takes a bite, just to spite lydia. with a muffled chuckle, he nudges the folder towards her.]
Monster goes bump in the night, woman freaks out. The usual. It's happened all over town, but people are just saying it's a creepy home invasion type thing. Police have no idea what's going on-- they're working double shifts most nights this week. I checked.
[ lydia rolls her eyes dramatically. can werewolves get fat? if so, isaac better watch it. her manicured fingers reach out for the folder and slide it in front of her, but she doesn't open it yet, just taps a bright red nail against it. ]
Is anyone dead?
[ yet, she almost says. it's an unfortunate part of the job. she deals with it by telling herself that she's stopping more killings from happening, but she hates that they happen in the first place. she thinks she would know if someone had been killed, but then again, her powers are so iffy. she doesn't know how to turn it on and off, though she would if she could.
being a banshee is really not as helpful as it should be. she's trying, she tries so hard to listen to the voices, but it's hard when she barely knows how any of it works. ]
[isaac stops chewing for a moment once the inevitable question slips from her mouth. he presses his lips together for a moment, reaching for his orange juice to wash the bacon down. his brows furrow into a crooked line -- one partially up, one tilted downward -- as he frowns.]
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and they always do.
he's sitting in a diner with a hand entangled in his hair and his tie done up badly. the coffee smells stronger today-- scratch that, everything smells stronger. it's like the air has suddenly smacked him in the face, like he's just waking up. he's staring at the case file on the table and doesn't know what to do. lydia said he would meet him, but he's fifteen minutes early (and only because she warned he was late one more time he'd need to find another job).
he puffs out his cheeks, letting out a great sigh. the waitress comes over and asks if he needs more coffee, and he says yes with a wave of his hand even if he's not sure he even wants coffee anymore.
he orders a glass of orange juice, too. and another side of bacon, even though it's his fifth order. once the waitress leaves, he pulls out his phone and sends lydia a text:
you gonna be here soon?]
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she's good at it, really good at it. so when she can't figure it out, you know, like now— it kills her. what is she if she can't solve a case? she's just some silly little girl playing dress-up as an agent. she doesn't stop researching, even when isaac and her have gone home and are supposed to be getting a good night's rest so that they can face the day. lydia martin is not a quitter and she will not let some stupid monster get the best of her.
she always arrives a few minutes early, but not quite that early. she's actually pleased to get isaac's text. looks like he listened for once. when she finally does stroll in, it's with an eyeroll. ]
This doesn't just happen. [ she gestures to herself. it takes her some time to get ready, don't rush her! she doesn't just roll out of bed. like isaac apparently has. what the hell? she gives him a judging look, settling down into the seat next to him. ]
Please tell me you haven't been here looking like that for long. [ she reaches over, not even bothering to ask if it's okay, and starts redoing his tie. honestly, she can't be walking around with some guy who looks like he slept at the office.
oh god, tell her he didn't sleep at the office. ]
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[because that's what it always looks like. lydia is always ready for anything, anywhere, no matter what. she has such a way with fashion, as much as isaac hates to admit. she always looks perfect. him, on the other hand, should care a little more. normally he isn't so tousled, normally, he goes home, changes, irons out his clothes and has them ready for the next day.
not today.
he stares at lydia as she fusses over him, sitting patiently.]
Sorry, I got caught up and ended up sleeping at the office.
[and he grins, because he knows how much she absolutely hates that.]
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she finishes messing with his tie and smooths out some wrinkles on his shirt before sitting back, sufficiently pleased with her work. it could still be better — sometimes lydia wants to dress people up like barbie dolls because she sees so much wasted potential — but he looks decent now. like he didn't just pull an all-nighter, which she fears he probably did.
when he grins, she glowers. ]
You seriously need to start going home. [ she glances at the bacon on his plate. ] And start eating less sodium.
[ she rests her chin in her hand, looking almost feline as she peers at him curiously. ]
Are you gonna tell me what you got caught up in or am I supposed to guess?
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he sometimes wishes there were, for the sake of naps. he smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and when the waitress drops by his plate full of bacon he picks a piece up and takes a bite, just to spite lydia. with a muffled chuckle, he nudges the folder towards her.]
Monster goes bump in the night, woman freaks out. The usual. It's happened all over town, but people are just saying it's a creepy home invasion type thing. Police have no idea what's going on-- they're working double shifts most nights this week. I checked.
[another bite,]
And I'm gonna eat as much sodium as I want.
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Is anyone dead?
[ yet, she almost says. it's an unfortunate part of the job. she deals with it by telling herself that she's stopping more killings from happening, but she hates that they happen in the first place. she thinks she would know if someone had been killed, but then again, her powers are so iffy. she doesn't know how to turn it on and off, though she would if she could.
being a banshee is really not as helpful as it should be. she's trying, she tries so hard to listen to the voices, but it's hard when she barely knows how any of it works. ]
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One. You should practice with-- you know.
[he shrugs innocently, staring down at the file.]
Open it already.