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Thursday, May 26th, 2005
7:08 pm	WHO: Ray WHEN: After he was shot. WHERE: Hospital. ~~~~~ Hagen had returned from the Bayou some few weeks ago and kept low, real low. He hadn't even been home, he was staying with a few friends that he actually had trusted. He had though, heard about Frank's family and sent him a flower, just one, it was resting on his doorstep. And John wished to hell he could be there, although they didn't much know each other Tripp was still part of the force. Honestly? Some part of John missed the trouble, missing the high life. But that was a small, small part. All he wanted to be was a hero. Show Calleigh that he wasn't that dirty cop his partner was. But that didn't work out like it was supposed to, did it. About week ago he heard about the shooting, Horatio was involved, Speedle and someone else. A blast from the past and Hagen couldn't believe it. In fact he didn't until he had found out yesterday where this man was staying. Wearing just a regular pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt tucked into his pants he looked like a regular guy. Normal every-day dirty cop. Because Ray was involved in the shooting there was a guard there but they were much to easily distracted. All John had to do was wait for the proper time then he slipped inside unnoticed. Ray appeared to be sleeping, and it was Ray. John didn't know if he wanted to kill him or hug him. He was devestated and overjoyed. Ray had left him, fucked him over, literally and metaphorically then 'died'. "Ray.." He asks quietly, before he knew it, his hand was over Caine's, squeezing gently. Current Mood: confused (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
10:35 pm	John let out a sigh of relief. Inhaling slowly the fresh air seemed to flow through him and he felt a burst of energy. It was so gorgeous here. The air wasn't as stifling, especially since it was late afternoon. The light breeze seemed to take his cares away. Before they left he had called Tripps' cell, leaving a quick apologetic message. Frank, listen. I'm sorry about dumping all this shit on you. I-I just need some time off. Everyone knows it's not my fucking 'back problem', i'm just stressed. I don't need their pity so i'll be away for a few days. Good luck with the case. He figures while he's gone they'll put it all together but for now he would just relax, take in life. There were a few ghost-white clouds in the air and he couldn't remember a time when the sky was so blue. It faded off in the horizon to a light cotton color. Stepping into the monstrous field he couldn't help but smile. It was a real smile, he needed to be here. Wearing just a plain grey t-shirt and black jogging pants he was ready for a day outside. No work. Nothing. John grins, grabbing a small squeaky soccer ball and hurls it off into the distance. Gamin was off somewhere behind him, snuffling around a patch of grass. He didn't even have to turn around, the second Hagen made the ball squeak Gamin was off chasing it. All he could see was a little white blur as it took off for the toy. John points after the dog and grins over at Calleigh, like a proud father. "He'll find that thing with no problem in the tall grass. Pure hunting dog." He needs to thank Nico when he gets home. The thought comes out of nowhere and he doesn't even realize it. Current Mood: mellow (39 Comments |Comment on this)