Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith & Victor)
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				Title: <strong>Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith &amp; Victor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Victor</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 14:40:35</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae276/13adVictor/MaleCharacter7.png)</div><br>Detective Will Connor walked into the station at two in the morning. He wasn't surprised that they had called him in, since her was only twenty-eight they often expected him to be ready to go at almost any hour. The commissioner always said that if you were willing to wake up to fuck then you should be willing to wake up for a call. There was no woman in Will's bed these days so he never had a reason to wake up but not take the call. What surprised him about the one that he got tonight was that it was witness protection, not normally his type of thing. It felt like an odd sort of punishment after her had done really well on a drug bust about three weeks back.<br><br>He moved through the bright halls of the station, going over in his head what he had been told on the phone. The witness was Megan Vinyard, wife of Angelo Vinyard. Will had run into Angelo before and wanted to punch him almost every time. The guy was a scum bag who put things on the streets that hurt kids and their families. Apparently the wife was afraid for her life and willing to talk in exchange for witness protection.<br><br>Will opened the door and walked into the room where Megan was waiting. She had been provided with coffee and a bagel. Will introduced himself as politely as he could. He felt another surge of hatred for Angelo, that dick didn't deserve one night with the woman sitting across for him. She was a real lady and suddenly Will understood why he had been picked for this assignment. First, some of the other guys in witness protection were a little rough from dealing with scum all day. Will was always harassed for being to polite so he would fit this case better. Secondly, this is what the commissioner considered a reward, knowing that any guy would cherish the time he got to spend talking to a woman like this. Will couldn't disagree.<br><br>Focusing on what was at hand he began to take her statement and to arrange for the hotel that they would stay at while they waited for a hearing.
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				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 05:00:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v314/fiyer_fli/600full-anna-arendshorst-1.png)</div><br>A mess was one way to describe the petite woman sitting down in an interrogation room, her hands resting loosely around a white coffee mug on the table. She hadn't drank anything or really looked up much since she'd arrived at the station, she'd been brought over a domestic abuse call and flat out told the officer she was terrified for her life and wanted out. <br><br>She was married to the infamous Angelo Vinyard, a renown mob man who was heavy in the drug scene and sold tons out of his clubs. His wife, a young woman named Megan had met him as a cocktail waitress who seemed to ignore his infidelity and put up with how controlling he was. Of course after two years of marriage, Angelo grew impatient with Megan not loving the women who hung around him or the business he was getting into. She knew club owners often were tangled up in dangerous activities but, lately her husband had grown more aggressive, more erratic, and began scaring her deeply. <br><br>When she heard the door open, Megan looked over for a moment but, kept her hair in front of her face forming a dark red curtain between them as she seemed almost too nervous to make eye contact. <br><br>She was dressed well, a tight fitting grey dress hugged her curves and her nails were perfectly done, the rest of her was an obvious mess though. Smudges beneath her eyes gave away that she had indeed been crying, her hair looked tousled and a nasty bruise decorated her left cheekbone. <br><br>"Are you going to be staying with me?" She asked, her voice hoarse, it had been mentioned that she'd been choked by her husband in a fit of rage, the rasp in her voice made it clear she was still recovering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith &amp; Victor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Victor</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 04:54:02</strong>
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				Will wanted to beat the shit out of whatever man did this to something so beautiful. He took her statement slowly and with a calm voice. He wanted her to know they had all the time in the world and she was in a safe place. "Can I get you something to eat. You name it, whatever you want I will find someone to deliver it." He really could, he had helped out a couple of restaurant owners a year back with people who were offering 'protection'. They owners had told him to call night or day if he ever needed anything. There were was wonderful parts to this job.<br><br>"Yes, the plan is ma'am that I will be staying with you in the hotel until the trial as long as that is ok with you. If you would prefer that another officer is assigned to your case I can arrange for that."<br><br>Will looked at her face again, "Can I... get you come ice for that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith &amp; Victor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:03:17</strong>
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				Megan felt uncomfortable enough but, when food was mentioned she politely smiled and declined, unable to imagine stomaching anything at the moment. It was sweet of him though, she could tell he was far from impressed by the sight of her bruised face and that made her feel even worse. <br><br>"I'm fine with you staying with me" She replied quickly, offering another broken smile as she did her best to hide the bruise decorating her cheek. She was aware that most men didn't do this to their wives but, she wanted to keep Angelo and as far as she knew, it was her fault he grew so upset with her and lashed out. <br>She played with the quickly cooling cup of coffee before her for a moment, then soon abandoned it and looked up at Will, obviously upset and still ready to cry at the drop of a hat. <br><br>"It'll be fine in two days, they always fade in two days" She said, a weak attempt at reassuring him she would be just fine and the bruise would fade. In her mind, she used to be pretty, but now she was a worn out thing lucky that her husband still looked at her, with all of those young girls bouncing around him. <br><br>Megan was only twenty three years old but, she felt that she looked like she was in her late thirties already, her self esteem had been butchered by her abusive marriage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith &amp; Victor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Victor</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 13:07:20</strong>
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				Looking at this beautiful woman in this state made Will long for a day when scum could be shot and rolled into a river. He was going to enjoy getting the evidence together to bring Angelo down. Normally he did this honorably but know that this guy did this to his wife he would have no hard feelings about planting evidence to make sure that Angelo went away for life.<br><br>Seeing that she wasn't going to consider eating he stepped out of the room to tell one of the other guys to go and grab a big thing of miso soup for her. It was easy to get down and he bet that smelling something good might make her feel like having some, he didn't want her getting sick because she didn't eat.<br><br>He wanted to sit next to her and hold her, he wanted to tell her that none of this was her fault and to take care of her. The rules said he couldn't.<br><br>He tried to think of something pleasant to say as he wrote his notes, "My sister would be so jealous of your hair." He looked up at her, "She spends tons of money dyeing it... trying to get it to look like yours... and it never really works." He smiled lightly and went back to writing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lipstick and Handcuffs (Faiith &amp; Victor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faiith</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 09:52:14</strong>
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				Megan knew Will didn't enjoy her reply, anyone who spoke to her when her face was bruised always hated how she would just brush it off and openly take the blame for the argument. She knew what Angelo did was bad but, she loves him, for some unknown reason and hated to betray the man who had scooped her up from her small time job and given her so much before he became abusive. <br><br>At the moment he was out of town, down in the tropics with one of the women who he was cheating on Megan with, the slight amount of freedom was the only way she could escape and get to the police. She knew he was probably already aware she'd slipped away, he had to have people in the police station he paid off. <br><br>Slowly looking back up at Will when he complimented her, it was clear she didn't know how to accept it, fearing he had ulterior motives or was lying to her. Obviously it had been a long time since she'd been given any kind of compliment and didn't trust kind words at all. <br><br>"Th..thank you" She replied after a moment, wanting to be polite and choosing to believe he was being genuine, obvious fear still lingered in the girl's voice. 
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