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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:18:08 GMT -5
Harvey looked at him skeptically but finally obliged and let him in.
"Go ahead, fine. Don't try to move her. I don't want her gettin' all confused when she wakes up."
Harvey shut the door behind the man and showed him to where Selina lay.
"I reset her ankle and then she passed out, so.... yeah."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:27:10 GMT -5
"I have to apologize, Lieutenant, but she is not my priority at the moment. Cleaning up the glass, and setting this up, is." Spotting the ruined turntable, that is where Alec heads first. Unplugging and removing the old table, the new one is gingerly set up, a small folio of albums set atop it. "There is a note to company it, Sir." The 'IT' guy then is in the kitchen, discarding of the old scotch tumbler, and righting any other articles that may have been toppled. Discreetly, as he goes he is placing minute sensors about the apartment, finally pulling out two small appliances and setting them around the balcony door.
"She insisted you would need this. She'd hoped not, but this protocol has been in place for-" there was a faint pause as the technician thought. "Seven to eight years, Sir."
The albums included would be her often played one of Peter Gabriel, along with several of his favorites. As Alec moves about his apartment, he is securely setting up one of her systems throughout the area. Once he runs his finger over a molding in the door, he presses, and a small sim card pops out, which he slides into a case, replacing it with ease. He is just doing as protocols dictate, before motioning to the bedroom.
"I'm guessing you used both your immobilized, or once-immobilized hand to set her ankle. Did you wrap it?" Alec tried to keep a skeptical look off his face.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:31:12 GMT -5
"Oh, well..."
Harvey watched the guy for a moment and started to head off toward the bedroom.
"I'm on my way to finish that now. Officers and yourself held me up, and I just, its been a bad night, man. You just, do your thing."
Harvey saw him do something and then he raised a brow.
"Hey, what did you do to my door?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:48:14 GMT -5
Ms Kyle had never said anything about not explaining everything, so he backstepped, and pressed the small area on the frame again. "There is a micro recorder in here. It's only triggered in certain circumstances, considering your living setup here. Anything more than two moving bodies, and it records. I replaced the chip, so it can record and save again, Sir." Stepping aside, he allowed Harvey to pass into the bedroom first.
If it was odd for him to see his employer sprawled on the bed, out cold in jeans, a sweater, and her ankle dangling at a bad angle, swollen again, it was on the lower level of weird for him. She may have been a bit on the eccentric side, but she didn't demand a lot of him, and paid well. Extremely well, if he were honest. In return, he was discreet, and diligent.
"I apologize for interrupting you, Sir." What woman would do this sort of setup, unless they were lovers? Not that he had an opinion, but it was a bit peculiar. A muscle twitched in his jaw as the former SAS gently moved Selina's body closer to the middle of the bed.
Narrowing his eyes, he glanced at the already dried blood along the old bandage. "Excuse my curtness, but what the bloody hell did she do to re-break her ankle. She was almost there, Sir." Shaking his head in disbelief, he quickly disinfected his hands, then ran an antiseptic along her ankle. Resetting the bone was another shift, and then wrapping it was all done in a quiet, efficient manner. He then wrapped another hardening compound around the whole thing. "I greatly respect Ms. Kyle, but she's a horror to heal. She doesn't listen." Standing, he handed over a small pouch to Harvey. One was a pneumatic syringe, another small vial of pills, and several other oral syringes. "Pain medications, an antibiotic, and a sedative." His eyes looked to Bullock. "The latter in case you would rather an extended period to enjoy your turntable, Sir."
Walking to the door, Alec pauses once more before leaving. "I will be immediately processing the card, and emailing you the video, Detective Bullock. Thank you for your time." Opening the door, he was out and it closed quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 3:00:14 GMT -5
Harvey felt bad he had left her like that, but was thankful that Alec seemed to know what the hell he was doing.
"She was on her way to hang and then Joker came along. He's on his way to Arkham, but she heard gunfire and responded with vigor, so that's what happened. I think she did it on her way up the stairs."
He watched the man work and took all the things he provided. At the comment of her not listening he couldn't help but blurt out a chuckle.
"Well, you are a smart man, I can see."
Harvey looked over all the stuff and nodded. Before the man left Harvey put a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks, have a good night. I'll have her call you in the morning."
Harvey showed him to the door. After Alec left he headed back to the bedroom, grabbing his scotch along the way. He went ahead and adjusted her on the bed. He mulled it over and decided to go ahead and get her into a pair of shorts, the jeans wouldn't be comfortable.
Delicately he changed her clothes without being a creep. He respected her privacy even if she was going all NSA on him. Once he got her into some looser clothes he made sure to adjust her on the bed so she wouldn't wake up with a sore neck or any of that business.
Soon she was tucked away comfortably, her ankle elevated on a pillow or two. He sat on the bed beside her, his scotch resting on his night stand. His hip was right next to the pillow her head rested on. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and just watched her quietly.
He picked up his scotch, taking a swig and then lit himself a cigarette to pass some time. He didn't really suspect he'd sleep much tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 3:12:30 GMT -5
Alec had also left a nifty pair of collapsible metal crutches that he hoped she would use this time around. It hadn't took long to extract the video files from the card, the most important being that of which Bullock had detailed. Selina coming in the front door, darting into the bedroom ...returning with not one, but two guns, and a rather heartbreaking scene or two afterward. There was also a few random captures of Selina and Bullock hanging out, but that wasn't of note. Those files were emailed to the Lieutenant, and he was done for the evening.
It wasn't until several hours later when she stirred. It was one of those peculiar wakings when your mind is alert before your body, and for some damn reason, she hurt. There was a throbbing in her foot, and she felt weak. Gasping as she opened her eyes, Selina did not remember falling asleep...here? Theo? Her hand reached out, probing and finding him beside her. Thankfully she didn't have a longer reach, or he may be a teeny tiny bit more awake than she was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 3:30:23 GMT -5
Harvey was sound asleep, laying beside her on his back. A hand reaching for him in his sleep made him smile.
"Mmmm'll get's'turn'sn... Mmmmhmm hmm."
Harvey started to turn to his side, putting his weight on his broken arm. He groaned in pain and went back to his back, stirring to wake sleeping a moment later. He looked over to her. His hair was rumpled. His robe was open, his bare body aside from his boxer briefs were exposed. He had the sheet and blanket only on his legs. He blinked a few times at Selina.
"Hey."
Her hand had come dangerously close to forbidden fruits. Harvey smirked.
"I was havin' a good dream."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 3:55:43 GMT -5
Her certainly was making some peculiar noises, and she just watched him, shaking her head. It wasn't until he groaned and rolled right onto his arm did she do anything. And only then, did she try and sit up, her foot falling from it's perch and bouncing on the bed. Her head fell back as the pain shot through her, and she cracked her head on the headboard. "Fuck!" She hissed, eyes squinting to look at him.
"I bet you were. I was out cold." She sighed, rubbing at her head, before flipping part of the blankets off her. Eyes wide, she realized she was in entirely differnt ..pants, her leff ankle encased in something resembling a cast. Narrowing her eyes, she recognized the work. That meant....
Stretching, she saw the two cylanders she needed. Depressing a button, the stout containers slipped apart, and reconnected, forming a metal crutch. "I dont need help with this part, I don't think." With a certain grace she stood, before crutching her way around the bed, and then poking him. "You are going to have some explainging to do, Bullock," she teased, favoring her left foot as she hopped to the bathroom, did her business, then came back.
"He left the meds. Where are they." After she had made it back to the bed, she'd made it a game of poking at his arms, then his legs, then his chest with one of her crutches until he woke up again. The sedative she knew was in there sounded like a fantastic time about now.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 20:29:45 GMT -5
Harvey was going to help her, but she insisted on hobbling along on her own. He dozed off again and was woken back up by her poking. He sat up and rubbed his face down with his good hand. He stood, wiping sleep out of his eyes and got the things that Alec had left. He had it all sitting on his desk. He went to get it and then handed it to her.
"I didn't peek, though it was bitch to get those damn pants of yours off. What are those, vaccuum sealed?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, looking at his watch to check the time.
"I should stay up, I need to report in in a couple of hours anyway. You hungry?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 22:12:36 GMT -5
She was doing pretty good. But parts of the night before were still fuzzy. Considering he hadn't changed, and it was still slightly dark out made some sense, but not enough.
She felt drained. There was a gap in what she could remember that was nagging at the back of her mind.
"They're jeans. They fit differently on women, then they do on men." Eyeing him, she looked over the pouch Alec had left for her. Antibiotic, sedatives, pain killers. Lifesavers.
Glancing around, she noted she would have to get up for water. Peering at him, she shrugged. "I probably should do that, but I don't know. I just...." she wanted him to see that despite the added name, she was still normal. She was fallible. She was breakable. And if he was going in, she was probably going to need to make a statement, as well. And that part was going to be tricky. So she took a left, instead of a right.
"I guess it's fine for you to be in your underwear, but not me?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 0:35:38 GMT -5
"Well, its not my fault fashion is a rather sexist industry."
Harvey, while he did enjoy seeing girls in tight jeans, did believe it was all a big double standard bullshit fest. Then again, he did look great in a nice suit. At least it went both ways.
"Nonsense, breakfast is magic and you should taste the friggin abracadabra, baby."
He started to get up to head off toward his kitchen down the hall and to the left. He stopped at her comment and looked down.
"Again, fashion is sexist, but hey, lotta girls'd pay to see this."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 3:13:19 GMT -5
This was not the sort of conversation she thought they'd be having. But as soon as he busts out his breakfast is magic crap, a pillow is in her hands, and launched at him.
"I think, you know, from our fucking conversation, you'd figure out I'm not a morning person." She griped. Mid-reach, he's standing there, showing off in his boxers and robe and starting to go for her crutches. She could get her own damn water. But the fact he's gloating so much, and his the topic of fashion is sexist, and she's already fired up, she isn't going to let him get away with it.
Peeling off the huge sweater he put her in, she drops it beside her on the bed. Standing with the crutches, she lets the already too big shorts drop, and steps out of them.
He's already in the kitchen when she follows, these crutches lighter, and quieter than most. "Sexist or not, I need water to take my drugs." Not saying a word she scoots around him, pausing to reach for a glass, because hell, her arms both still work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 3:31:53 GMT -5
She got real nasty real fast, and Harvey didn't care too much for it. He was about to retort when she shed her clothes. He had his phone and his robe in his hand. He dropped them both, mouth open. So much was running through him at that moment. He blinked a few times and then put his hand over his eyes.
"C'MON! WHAT THE HELL?! WHY YOU GOTTA PLAY MEAN!? Sit and I'll get your god damn water."
He peeked to move past her without bumping into her or knocking her over. That purple and black would be burned in his brain forever. He made it to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge, covering his eyes again when he turned to her, thrusting it toward her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 3:43:38 GMT -5
He said sit, so she sat. Using both crutches to steady herself in conjunction with her foot that did work, she hopped to the countertop, sitting.
Letting both crutches lean beside her, she waited, kicking her one good foot against the cabinets lightly. "Oh. I guess I just didn't tell you. At least I know you really didn't peek earlier. You are a true gentleman, Mister Bullock."
Grabbing the water from where he blindly thrust it at her, she removed the small pill bottle from her bra, tipping out a few, along with the antibiotic into her palm. A sip, and down they were.
"I thought this was a demonstration on sexism. Don't get your panties all in a twist."
She certainly was full of some serious sass.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 4:01:37 GMT -5
Harvey was picking up his robe. He let the first one slide, turned away from her. He started to pull the robe on and picked up his cell phone still turned away. He had straightened up at her last comment. Rage seethed into him.
Standing here, his hands, even the casted arm, shaking with fury. He squeezed his cell phone so hard in his left hand that he broke it to pieces. He looked down to it and in anger threw it at his closet door, destroying it further.
He turned to her, uncaring now at her state of dress.
"Don't sass me, Selina. I'm tired, hungry, bitchy, and just- GOD DAMN IT!"
Harvey just marched out to his balcony, picking up his cigarettes along the way. He lit himself one, his hands still shaking, he could barely light it.
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