<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>NYPD Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Police Car<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Headed back to the police station<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>About the Money - T.I. (https://youtu.be/etfIdtm-OC8)<br/><hr/><br/>It was a meditative walk back to his car. After walking away from the gathering and emerging back outside, it felt like a dream. He gazed at Siobhan who pouted at him from the window as he took his sweet time to walk over to the car. Blake walked around the front and opened the driver’s door. Settling back into his seat, he glanced over to Siobhan as she sat there with her arms crossed.<br/><br/>“So? Did you find anything?” she asked.<br/><br/>“No; not really,” he replied.<br/><br/>“You should have let me come with you. Why did you expect to find anyone in such a big building all by yourself?”<br/><br/>Blake felt so mentally exhausted that he didn’t even know how to respond. Siobhan noticed the look on his face as he adorned his seatbelt and started up the car. She uncrossed her arms and asked in concern, “Blake, are you all right?”<br/><br/>“I’m just a little tired,” he replied. “We’re gonna head back to work. I got somethin’ I need to look into.”<br/><br/>“Okay…”<br/><br/>The ride back was quiet. It was a little uncomfortable. Blake was usually a quiet person but the silence coupled with the contemplative look on his face made her wonder what happened in the building. Had he received a negative text about something? When they stopped at a traffic light, she glanced at the radio and then reluctantly turned it on. She sank back in her chair and looked out the window to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks for the song that happened to be on seemed a little girly and didn’t really fit the mood.<br/><br/><em>Shit, this is awkward</em>, Siobhan thought as “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea played on the radio. She turned her head, peeking at Blake to see that he didn’t seem bothered and his mood hadn’t changed much either. She had to get rid of this awkward air! “What do you like to listen to?” she asked him.<br/><br/>Blake glanced over at Siobhan. She started to fiddle with the tuner. “I can find maybe some country or classic rock or something…”<br/><br/>Blake smiled a little and answered, “My music isn’t always appropriate.”<br/><br/>Siobhan stopped and stared at him. “What do you mean? Do you listen to EDM or something?”<br/><br/>“Don’t judge me all right.”<br/><br/>That was probably what he needed. He needed some music to take his mind off of that recruitment pitch or whatever that was. He picked up his phone and thumbed through the security and a music app. He then handed it to Siobhan as he continued to drive.<br/><br/>“Go ahead and plug that in.”<br/><br/>Siobhan glanced at the name of the song and the singer and looked at Blake in disbelief. “No…”<br/><br/>Blake grinned softly and repeated, “I said don’t judge me.”<br/><br/>Siobhan plugged in the aux cable and adjusted the volume. Her hands went straight to her mouth when she watched an officer of the law rapping to such a profane song. He was making hand gestures and using no filter.<br/><br/>(However, the lyrics were filtered for E)<br/><em>If it ain’t about the money…<br/>Don’t be blowin’ me up, *****I ain’t gettin’ up<br/>If it ain’t about the money…<br/>Ain’t no use in you ringin’ my line, stop wastin’ my time…<br/>If it ain’t about the money…<br/>Nah I can’t even hear what you say, I ain’t finna do shee~t~<br/>If it ain’t about the money…<br/>Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch ***** miss me with it.<br/>TURN IT!</em><br/><br/>Siobhan laughed and clapped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing or seeing. Did anyone else in the force know this about him? She was going to keep it as their little secret.