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Jun. 11th, 2011

work :: out out on a scene

(in which Wheeler returns to work after a brief period of paid leave)

You know what's great? Not being investigated by IAB. Almost as good as getting cleared by IAB. In the words of my wiseass partner, "Fuck IAB. Fuck 'em all."
emotion :: off-guard

When your world falls apart [RP moment]

Note: Set for Friday, May 27, 2011.


“Well, what did you think?” Colin asked Megan as they waited for the hotel’s valet to bring his car around.
“Pricey,” Megan shrugged.
“I didn’t ask you about price,” Colin said. “What do you think—regardless of price?”

They were looking at reception venues for the wedding—Megan had taken the morning off for the express purpose of driving them around the city to a few different hotels.

“The smaller ballroom was the perfect size,” Megan admitted, “And the color scheme goes with the bridesmaid dresses…” She still couldn’t believe that she, Megan Wheeler, was getting sentimental about wedding colors.

“Then we’ll do it,” Colin said as the car arrived. Megan got into the driver’s seat. It was Colin’s car, but she knew the city better (it was like driving Logan around all day for work, except the view was better).

“If you’re sure.” She felt wary spending so much money on just one day, but he’d been insistent through the whole process, telling her he wanted her to have the best.

“I have the best,” she told him one night, not long after she’d started sifting through bridal magazines. “I don’t need expensive anything…I have you.”
He knew that money didn’t matter to her – especially after what her father had done to her family because of it –but it was his way of showing he cared—and that things could be different—so she let him.


“Yes, I’m sure,” he said, buckling his seatbelt.
“All right,” she couldn’t help smiling.

Megan was about to take the car out of “park” and head out, when a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of them—like a roadblock, was Megan’s first thought. Read More...Collapse )

Mar. 23rd, 2011

work :: badge

going to the chapel...

This feels sort of weird to be talking about...but we set a date. A wedding date, I mean. Me and Colin. First weekend of September. Yes, it's a holiday weekend, but the weather should be nice and we're not having a huge event, anyway.

I have to pick a dress and do a small amount of planning...but I've got months to do that, so I'm not terribly worried...

...okay, that's a lie. I'm a tad bit worried. I'm not so big on dresses. Or shopping in general. My sister Karen wants to go dress shopping with me...but if I let her do that...I'll end up in some sequined and/or shoulder-padded monstrosity.

Maybe I'll just wear what I wear to work--or that dress I wore last week to this gala I went to with Colin (...yes, I went to a gala. What of it?)

Mar. 12th, 2011

coworker :: logan --> awkward

St. Patrick's Day...

Does anyone have plans? I've managed to avoid parade duty, in large part because they've given up on making Mike do it any more. Ahhhh, the advantages of having a partner who pisses off the brass.

Feb. 12th, 2011

work :: computer

this is my hot weekend...I know you're all jealous...

In some ways, I left, came back and everything changed. In other ways...everything is exactly the same. (Case in point for the latter: I'm hanging around 1PP for a late evening of waiting on a witness and doing some paperwork...)

I told Logan to go home earlier because there was no point in BOTH of us being here...I'm starting to regret that. The bullpen is deader than the morgue.

...and now I'm making TERRIBLE puns.

Someone...anyone...help.

Jan. 25th, 2011

coworker :: logan --> eyeroll

Welcome back, Wheeler

Megan walked into the Major Case bullpen for the first time in nearly seven months. It looked…well, exactly the same. Same old cinderblock walls, same old army-green desks, same old…Logan. She grinned at the sight of her partner.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Mike gave her one of his trademark glares as he looked up.
She couldn’t help a laugh. “Nice to see you, too, partner. Thanks for the welcome back.”
“You were gone?” Logan deadpanned.

“…what, did you think I spent seven months in the bathroom?” Megan rolled her eyes. “Not everyone has your stomach issues, Logan.”

“That’s not funny.” After a moment, he cocked his head toward her desk. “I put a fresh pile of paperwork out for you, so you’d get back to feeling right at home.”

“Gee, thanks.” She sat down.
“Hey, they tried to put someone else there—some other redhead, loud, obnoxious.” He smirked. “I said no.”
“Aw, I’m touched.” Megan returned the paperwork to his side of the desk.

“Hey, hey, senior partner.” He protested, moving the papers to her desk again.
Megan sighed. “…it’s so good to be back.”