1x1 with Jack,

[Spock and Kirk]

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Pretty self explanitory, this is a one on one between myself and alacazam!. Please do not post unless you are one of us or a mod. Thanks!

alacazam!'s characters:
William Murdoch
Doctor Julia Ogden
George Crabtree

My characters:
James Gillies
Thomas Brackenreid
Henry Higgins

I probably will post a plot arch here a little later.

[Spock and Kirk]

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"I don't suffer from Insanity, I enjoy every minute of it"
[25 | Male | Homosexual | Craving attention | tagged; -]

xxx It was almost as though the Detective inspector enjoyed throwing me into the interview room commanding me to sit down on one of the chairs with irritation in his voice. It was as though every single time that I decided to grace the station house with my presence the more he grew irritated. I was beginning to infer that everyone around here was getting sick of me muddling around in business that was not my own. It was the only way however to get the attention of the Detective, he has been so caught up in this last case it was difficult not to interfere. Besides its not like I did anything too devastating, they should be able to move forward without actually having to investigate into the hotel room in which I had planted my finger marks.
xxx I continued to allow my brown eyes to scan the room. the wood illuminated by the warm glow of the light that was positioned at around the middle of the wall just above shoulder height. For myself anyways, I was not very tall as some of the other people that I have encountered. I allowed my hand to once again run over the smooth wood of the table that was in the room, I could see my face reflected in the seer. My fingerprints carefully imprinted onto the shiny surface for all to see who would be meticulous enough to look that closely. I turned back to the door that had been slammed watching all of the movement, a few women coming in about their apartments being broken into among other people filing missing person reports. I don't believe that I have ever been here when there was not a lot of movement.
xxx I suppose that there is no sense in me disobeying orders, its not like I really do have anything to do with this case whatsoever. I just decided to jump one step ahead of the detective, I wanted his attention and so the best way to get it is to interfere with the evidence so that they have no choice but to bring me in for an interview. It was a clever way to get into a conversation will the great William Murdoch who seemed to not have time for anything other than his work. especially while in the thick of a case as sticky as this one. I sat down still watching the door waiting for any sign of movement. He should be here any second now, probably armed with frustration. Like I am wasting his time, although when in reality he is wasting his time by looking into trying to piece together the shards of the glass that had been found at the scene. besides, he would get to spend some time with me, and is that so tragic.
xxx I carefully ran my fingers through my hair as I looked into the slight reflection that was in the table. It was combed this morning but still fell out of place at the best of times. I have never been this vain in a very long time, Its taking my mind away from the things that really matter. It is part of the reason why my studies have been lacking the care that I usually put into them. I straightened my coat and carefully folded my hands setting them down on the table. Any second now, my brown eyes once again flashed up to where the door was. My impatience clearly being shown through my slightly furrowed brow.

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Murdoch simply did not have the heart to play Gillies' games today. The brain puzzling riddles, the things he did that seemed to occur sporadically. William didn't have the time or patience. But he knew that once he set foot in that interrogation room, James would just throw curveball after curveball at him. To be honest, when Murdoch stepped back to look at the clues for the crime, it was pretty obvious that Gillies was somehow involved. And it wasn't that extravagant either. Murdoch knew that Gillies preferred crimes like those, so a minor crime, and with so much evidence against him no doubt, boggled Murdoch's mind. There had to be more that he was missing. Gillies knew something, well, many things, that Murdoch did not know and it irked him beyond belief. But Brackenreid had told William to humor the poor guy, so he did. Murdoch hadn't shown much resistance at the time, but inside his head, he was screaming all sorts of vulgarities at the inspector.. Why did he have to be the one to deal with the mastermind that was Gillies? It was unfair. Everyone knew the little bugger and how he played at this point, so why not give Murdoch something more worthwhile? No one wanted to have to actually come into contact with such James Gillies. He was young- had his whole life ahead of him- but was a cold blooded monster. The only person who was somewhat willing to chat with him was Murdoch. But James always had an unsettling glint in his mischevious eyes that made Murdoch want to vomit.

He stood just outside the small interrogation room, hesitating before the door. Brackenreid hadn't arrived yet to watch. This was the only time that Murdoch had ever wanted the inspector there. William inhaled, tightening the grip on the slim manila folder that he held in his hand. It contained the crime details and everything known about Gillies. Just holding it gave him the chills. But of course, Murdoch fixed his face so that he showed little to no emotion. Of course, his eyes were another story. The detective was almost sure they gave him away. He swung open the door and closed it behind him, but failed to move away from the perimeter of the room. He cleared his throat and shot a quick glance at James before looking away. He hardened his gaze, or at least tried to, when his eyes found Gillies again. Murdoch studied him, trying to search for anything cynical, but nothing was there. Perhaps mild annoyance, but nothing besides that. "James Gilles." Murdoch finally used his voice, his tone coming out strong and commanding. William's arms were behind his back, his hands laced lightly. He went to sit down in the empty chair across from the 'criminal'. "Here you are again. What a surprise." William raised his eyebrow slightly, and continued. "There's a whole lot of evidence against you right now. You were pretty sloppy with the broken glass shards. And not to mention, fingerprints. A whole lot of them, too." William leaned forward in his chair, squinting his eyes slightly, "Why so sloppy this time? What are you hiding?" Murdoch knew that Gillies wouldn't admit to breaking and entering- it was far too low for him. Then again, a person had been found on their deathbed. Though not great, sloppy was not James' style in any way. Murdoch was determined to get to the bottom of it. However, he knew James would just answer with riddles. It pissed him off. The low esteem that had been present in Murdoch had disappeared completely, and had been replaced with anger. Murdoch made sure to downplay it, as James could surely use it to his advantage.

Murdoch waited a few moments for James to think up a clever reply. The brunette readjusted himself in his seat, leaning back to his normal sitting position. Glancing to his right, Murdoch caught sight of the inspector watching him. It made him feel a bit better, but it didn't matter as much anymore. Staring at the smug blonde boy sitting across from him just made William's blood start to boil. Clearly, James was going to pop some annoying piece of info Murdoch had just happened to miss. And then it would be a wild goose chase. But it was such a small crime... Murdoch's jaw clenched as he crossed his arms, waiting for Gillies to get on his nerves like always.

-- here it is! i couldn't sleep so i figured i could just crank this out before bed.

[Spock and Kirk]

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"I don't suffer from Insanity, I enjoy every minute of it"
[25 | Male | Homosexual | Craving attention | tagged; Murdoch]

xxx I was certain that my features lightened up as I heard the small click of the door opening following with the detective walking in. He was actually standing in front of me, watching me. My eyes quickly locked onto his own seeing the frustration that was evident, why would he not be frustrated with me? I have been in this place about three times in the last week only giving him some kind of a riddle to go off of. They had all been calculated, I usually managed to get a look at the murder before the detective could even get a chance piecing together the puzzle quickly without too much effort on my part. This one was a piece of cake, of course if you knew where to look. That was always the case, The one thing that I admired about William happened to be his greatest downfall. However, this was only my opinion. If anything I would use this interview to point out every single thing that he was doing wrong, there could be a point thought where he doesn't use my advice and just goes on continuing to try to piece together the pieces of the wineglass.

xxx I watched as the Detective set the file down and sat down. I am sure that it is filled with things about me, what an honour. At least I had captivated his attention, it must be meticulously put together piece by piece. Every single little case that I had been involved in, which was beginning to amass quite a pile since I got myself involved in almost every single murder case that has approached the station house over the last few weeks. I needed to decide on a remark however, I had a few that were lodged in my mind which would cause the detective to spew out more. Possibly out of anger, or frustration, confusion? I will have to see how consumed he is in anger and irritation before I make my next move. His eyes were the usual indicator, the brown pools of emotion that not even the great William Murdoch was able to contain. However this time they were an enigma, Maybe I was loosing my touch? Or maybe he was getting better at concealing how he was truly feeling about me. I am sure that the more time that he is spending with me in this very room leads him to begin to pick out my weak spots. "Detective William Murdoch" I responded back my voice still being more on the playful side. He had established Knowledge of my name, why not I reaffirm that I knew his in turn? This lead to my next question, in which universe does he consider Lots of finger marks to be a bunch of evidence. It is one solid piece yes, but thats it. Nothing else really connects me to the case. I can be sure of that.

xxx I decided that my second answer would be a better one to try to get under his skin, it would bring up more questions I am sure but was that not the point all along? I cocked my head to the right and looked at him my eyes locked with his. I was not going to break this until I was done, it was like a stare down. "Why don't you finish piecing together the wine glass and find out?" I taunted, I knew that it was gong to get him nowhere. "Hiding, oh no, I conceal nothing from you. However you just need to know where to look" my lips twitched upwards into a smirk. He needed to know where to look to know who the culprit really was instead of running around in circles looking in all the wrong places. He usually looked in the wrong places, mistake number one. If one was to have looked at the glass it was clear that none of the fingermarks were broken. More would be broken if I had touched the glass beforehand, no one would risk cutting oneself on glass that was lying on the ground.

-Awesome! This is a little on the short side, sorry about that.

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Murdoch's jaw remained clenched, anger coursing through his veins. But he could not show it, especially not around James Gillies. His line of work, being a detective, required one to be able to control their emotions. If they couldn't, they simply were not fit for the job. Murdoch had mastered this a long time ago, but it helped that he had never been a highly emotional person from the start. The detective allowed himself to relax a little bit, but that didn't mean he would let his guard down- no way. That was the worst thing someone could do. Feeling his jaw unclench, William's eyes wandered about the room, but was careful to mainly study the wall behind Gillies. It was a good front, but he was sure James could see right through it. And in fact, it probably gave James the upper hand. If Murdoch wasn't not looking directly at Gillies, not giving him a death glare or anything, what were the chances of him avoiding Gillies at all costs? Well, to be honest, very high. But Gillies was only on the exterior of Murdoch's brain, thank goodness. The young man sitting across from William had no idea, or so Murdoch hoped.

Hearing Gillies' taunting voice snapped Murdoch out of his stupor. And of course, James was no help. He sat comfortably in his chair and toyed with the detective's mind. Murdoch had to contain himself, which really took far too much effort. All he wanted to do was get some solid answers from an accused criminal, but James appeared to be very much unwilling. He was special- that was what William thought. There was no way Gillies' everyday speech was like this- it couldn't be. William knew James was the most obnoxious version of himself for him, which less than honored the detective. The brunette's eyes flicked onto James', whose eyes seemed to have the same flare as always. To women, Murdoch assumed, it was attractive, but not to him. And it would never be. Murdoch shook those thoughts away as he listened to James gabber on about how yet again, Murdoch was missing a piece. And suddenly, Murdoch's wave of exhaustion passed over him again. Now, instead of wanting to throttle James, he wanted to just resign and declare James the winner. But Murdoch knew that he really shouldn't do that- it would reflect bad on him and the entire station house, especially Brackenreid. The detective's brown eyes swept over Gillies' top half above the table and tried to desperately look for some behavioral tick, most people Murdoch interrogated had one. And James seemed to have none. In fact, this was where gen seemed most relaxed. It made william sick to his stomach. A thought suddenly struck Murdoch, as he straightened in his chair. He couldn't smile out of excitement, it would reveal his true... state. "James, tell me. Why was this so messy?" Murdoch thought he knew exactly why but would give Gillies the benefit of the doubt.

"You said I am missing something, and I most likely am. But why so... messy this time?" As the detective asked these questions, he realized they would result in more stupefying riddles that Murdoch would spend days getting through. Perhaps it was better to go the traditional way, so to speak. Murdoch turned his head slightly to Brackenreid at the window, giving the signal of a more physical approach if necessary. Though William didn't really approve of this method, sometimes it worked, to a degree. Murdoch decided to keep his mouth shut for the remainder of his period, but his eyes still swept Gillies' face, looking for some invisible weakness. Uncertainty built up in the detective, causing his heart to thump in his ears. Murdoch (thought) he knew Gillies. Murdoch began busying himself by opening the file and looking at previous cases. "These are all so meticulously cleaned. So what are you..." Then it dawned on Murdoch. It wasn't Gillies. Thats' why everything appeared so different. Murdoch rose from his chair, his lip pressed tight together. Murdoch was wildly embarrassed. His face didn't show it, but his behavior did. He couldn't hold him at the station house, and frankly, Murdoch was glad. Without a word, William exited the interrogation room and shut the door behind him.

-- it's completely fine! i'm on mobile so i can't really tell anyways cx

[Spock and Kirk]

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"I don't suffer from Insanity, I enjoy every minute of it"
[25 | Male | Homosexual | Craving attention | tagged; Murdoch]

xxxHe could barely keep his eyes off of me. A sure fire sign that the detective was looking for some kind of weakness, either in my eyes or in my body language. The fact that the was unable to read me was irking him. Slowly eating him from the inside out. This was becoming more and more evident in his eyes the longer that he tried to look for some open wound for him to make his move and get me to answer his questions. However, he already had the answers that he needed and this interview was all for nil. But I suppose it wasn't in the long run as I got his attention for a small amount of time, he always seemed to captivated when he was looking at me. Sure his eyes were always laced with distrust and his voice was sharp trying to defend the rest of him which was imbued with uncertainty. He could never calculate my next move, and it more then just irritated him. It consumed him, every single second of every single day that he spent with me was filled with him trying to figure me out.

xxx The smirk never left my lips as the detective scanned me, almost as though he would be able to find something. I kept everything under lock and key, I studied psychology and it was more then just learning about the way that other peoples minds worked. It was still pretty taboo a study, frowned upon by the entire faculty. It was still enlightening, it is what taught me how to conceal my emotions from others. But I may as well not dwell too much on the past and how much people frowned upon my study of choice. I may as well think about this murder in which some clues pointed to me. But every single one was a dead end, I am sure that my eyes sparkled with delight when the detective seemed as lost as I figured that he would be when he was unable to figure out how I was linked to the rest of the murder. There was not a scratch on me, other than the fingerprints on the glass, that were all whole making sure that I hadn't touched the edges of them keeping myself from getting scratched. Now that was more than just being sloppy.

xxx I just watched the detective figure out the remainder of the mystery, he must have realized that I had nothing to do with it in the first place. The smirk on my face didn't fade whatsoever, This is entertaining and getting the attention that I can feel that I have been craving for a very long time. "Figure it out?" I responded in kind as he stood up and walked out of the room. I carefully unfolded my hands as the door swung closed. The Detective Inspector was watching us but then again, what else could I have expected? There was no way that Murdoch would be comfortable with spending time with me, alone. I stood up carefully re-adjusting my coat, I watched the door as though someone were going to step though and interrogate me, or the detective would return with more questions to ask. But what was the likelihood of that? He seemed upset when he stepped out. i may as well follow him. I traveled swiftly to the door placing my hand on the handle, I could feel that the Detective Inspector had his eyes on me the entire time. I pressed the handle down and as I stepped outside getting a glare from the inspector that was standing outside. He would not take his eyes off me, no one in this station house would. I watched the detective return to this office and decided that I wanted to follow, I was acting like a little puppy. "Why bother wasting your time Detective? the wine glass will just lead you down another one of those rabbit trails that you are ever-so fond of" My voice didn't break from the playful tones that usually encapsulated it. Some piece of me wanted to help the detective, but he won't trust me.

--Thanks!

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Murdoch brushed past Brackenreid without so much as yet another quick glance. He knew Murdoch well enough that he would get to the bottom of Gillies' shenanigans. Besides, Murdoch was a simple man. He was a man of few words, despite the fact that he could be a man of many. And with being graced with Gillies' presence, it probably wouldn't be the wisest to exhibit any sense of frustration so blatantly. Murdoch returned to his office, sitting down behind his desk. He didn't bother closing his office door, Higgins or Crabtree would burst through without knocking anyways. Staring at the mahogany desk in front of him, Murdoch tried to piece together every part of the mystery in his head. There hadn't been any other fingerprints besides James'. Well, that wasn't necessarily true. There was half a fingerprint, barely enough to analyze, much less have Higgins or Crabtree look at. William's eyes weren't focused, blurry; he just wanted to be done with the case, and most of all, wipe James' smirk off of his face. It wasn't Gillies. It kept echoing through the detective's mind, never leaving him alone, not giving him peace. Murdoch knew that he was close, that he wasn't looking in the correct places. But where could he look? Murdoch's hands found their way to the desk, scrambling around for the oh-so precious manila folder. The brunette gave a frustrated sigh, he had left it in the interrogation room. Standing from his desk, Murdoch's eyes were met with those of James Gillies. James Gillies? What was he doing, standing in the doorway of his office? Murdoch could feel his blood begin to boil, the anger resurfacing. It hadn't been gone ten minutes. "What do you think you're doing?" Murdoch asked incredulously, not wanting to have to visit the interrogation room again. Doing that meant having to move past Gillies and William didn't think he would be able to handle it.

Though standing, Murdoch didn't move an inch. His jaw clenched again involuntarily. Why did Brackenreid let him waltz so close to Murdoch's office? Was he not paying attention? All these questions circulated throughout Murdoch's mind as James cheerfully meddled with William's patience, which was waning by the second. Murdoch realized his question was rather foolish; James could easily push him even more. And the sad part was, James could answer honestly and it would still make the brunette want to strangle the clever little criminal. William averted his eyes from Gillies and finally moved to leave his office. Unfortunately there was no way to exit besides where James happened to be standing. William's shoulder brushed Gillies' as he made his way back into the interrogation room, scooping up the folder and exiting just as quickly as he had entered. That room still carried James' aura, despite not being in there anymore. Slowing his pace, Murdoch slowed behind James' back, gritting his teeth. "Could you please find somewhere else to stand?" Murdoch was teetering on the edge of sanity, and James was just toying with emotion. "And if you don't have anything worthwhile to say, I invite you to leave." Everything that came out of his mouth went threw gritted teeth. His eyes raked up and down the other man's back, willing him to leave. Murdoch knew that all of what he was saying just begged for a clever response but it wasn't like he could just stuff his words back into his mouth. The detective decided to open the folder that he held, inspecting the picture of James Gillies and scan over the info that had been documented. Exceptional student. Brilliant asset to class. Murdoch was almost able to muster a chuckle - if only that were true.

William stood there for a few minutes, scanning through James' file. It was interesting, truly. Gillies had no criminal record until he was a legal adult, which wasn't surprising. Murdoch figured that James had to have been bottling up all the sinister emotions, so once able to travel to university, he would be able to unleash his true self. Unfortunately, Gillies had found a friend. Robert Perry. It was a tragic story. Murdoch frowned and he closed the folder once more, growing agitated. He wasn't going to wait any longer. William pushed past Gillies as he had done just minutes before. Getting seated behind his desk gave Murdoch a comforting feeling. He wasn't safe from harm by any means, but it was familiar. Murdoch made a conscious effort not to interact with Gillies anymore, forcing himself to go silent. He would not be the instigator of the two. Besides, Murdoch had more important things to get to. Such as...finding out who had been working with, or had known about, James Gillies' involvement. Murdoch had set the file on top of his desk for reference. But he soon found that being behind his desk had done nothing for him. He exited the comfort of his desk and approached his blackboard. Normally, he would confidently begin writing. He couldn't this time - not with Gillies in the doorway. William shot Gillies an annoyed glance, praying that he would get the memo and leave. Though knowing Gillies, he would just stand there and offer 'helpful' tips. Murdoch cleared his throat loudly. "Leave, Gillies." It was no longer an invitation, but an order.

[Spock and Kirk]

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"I don't suffer from Insanity, I enjoy every minute of it"
[25 | Male | Homosexual | Craving attention | tagged; Murdoch]

xxx I ended up leaning in the doorway as the detective sat down at his desk as though he were going back to his usual business. The same trails that when traveled to completion would only dig up more questions rather than getting to the root of the problem. Or to the bottom of the case, it was very different unraveling webs rather than spinning them but I could use my unique skill set for both of these things. My eyes quickly flashed to the glass that was sitting on the table, pieces still around it but it was clearly making up the shape of the shattered wine glass. There looked as though there was part of a finger mark that was making its way into clarity but a few other pieces were needed. What a waste of time, sure it would be a good pass time for one who happened to be bored. To shatter a glass and try to put the pieces back together again after meticulous care. During an investigation it would only lead to expending long nights that would ultimately lead to nothing. Why stay at one step rather than jump three ahead? Isn't it better to be ahead of the game? Thats what makes it so much more fun. My eyes then darted to the blackboard, scribbled with names all connected in some way or another. The poor woman that had been murdered, she was asking for it. Contrary to what the detective had dug up as of now. I would have to point it out.

xxxMy processing had been interrupted when the detective had stood up and brushed past me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and a chill ran down my back as he seemed to be sending darts my way. Not as though he were vexed with me but he was impatient, didn't have time for trickery. I suppose when one is under pressure from the son-in-law of a victim to get to the bottom of things anyone would be just as short with someone notorious for only leading them to more questions. But this time it was different, some part of me genuinely wanted to help the good detective. The other half of me on the contrary felt very different about actually assisting the police investigation. I turned my head ever so slightly as I watched William retrieve the folder, My folder. If I had not had a chill run down my back previously I would have had one in this moment. Through clenched teeth he made his comments towards me, it was almost as though I were an inhibitor in a chemical reaction, it would go as planned given the right motivations but it would just take a little bit longer to get it going. "What a redundant phrase, don't you think?" I took the conversation off what the detective was really getting at."What do you think you are doing?" I mocked my voice still in its more playful tones. He once again brushed past me dropping the file that contained all of my known information in it on his desk. As though he were trying to seek comfort, my presence probably brought him on edge given our history in this very room.

xxx Instead of heeding The warnings and glances dished out by Detective Murdoch I decided to invite myself into his office. I straightened up and carefully walked over to the desk where the glass was sitting. I was extremely transfixed with why he could be so engrossed with trying to pull up this one portion of a finger mark, if William was determined enough (Which I had assumed that he was) he could have brought it up already and matched it with the identity of the killer. Who's name was on the board but in the wrong place. However, what fun would there be in telling him who did it and what their motive was? I just tossed his words of warning over my shoulder and grabbed one of the small cloths that were sitting on the table close to the glass. I used the cloth to pick up the very delicate glued wine glass. I wouldn't exactly classify it as a wine glass as it was still missing significant chunks, but all that was needed was this finger mark. Or so the detective thought. I brought the glass up to the light allowing it to reflect the sun's fading rays onto my face. I squinted a little bit looking more in depth at the finger mark, interesting... I lowered the glass. "I would find it interesting to know how long you have spent piecing this glass together?" Seriousness lacing my voice as I looked up from it at the Detective that was standing at the black board not too far from me.

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Murdoch turned back to the blackboard, thinking that Gillies would listen. He picked up a piece of white chalk and attempted to make sense of his scribbling and diagrams and everything in between, but couldn't. He had written all of this only twenty-four hours ago, and yet he couldn't think straight. Usually, Murdoch was able to pick up where he left off, whether it was one minute or a few days later. Murdoch stepped back a ways, zeroing in on a few names and their connection with Gillies. This included how Gillies may have reeled an innocent into this. Temptation, Murdoch would presume. However, an amused voice cut into his thoughts. It was mocking him, as expected, belonging to a one James Gillies. Murdoch exhaled, trying to exert his frustration. "Are you quite done?" Murdoch turned around and glared at Gillies, who was now casually strolling into his office. His chocolate eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. There James was, giving Murdoch a smirk, as always. He was starting to think that's all Gillies ever did. Well, besides murder people and then lead the police on a wild goose chase. William watched, with weary eyes, as the young man examined the piece of evidence. The glass was very fragile at this point, as Murdoch had spent many hours one night attempting to fix the so called 'wine glass.' It didn't look like much at this point. But William could not risk Gillies messing with the crime evidence more than he already had. What on earth did James think he was doing? Certainly not any good, William hoped.

"Don't touch that!" William finally arose from his stunned stupor and speed walked over to Gillies and grabbed the piece of glass out of the man's hands. "Now, I gave you strict orders to get out of my office. We have no charges against you," Murdoch paused, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared into Gillies', "yet. So I don't know why you would even want to stay here. But you will leave now." Murdoch ignored the man's question altogether as it was of minor importance. Murdoch didn't know why Gillies had sounded so genuine. It was odd, actually. Hearing James sound so...serious about something bothered William. He knew something, but William wasn't going to question him right now. Not until he had put more pieces of the puzzle together. The detective carefully put the piece of glass back down on his desk, making sure to put it out of James' reach. "Or I will have you charged with tampering evidence, Mr. Gillies." Murdoch addressed him formally, but he had no idea why he did it. He supposed it sounded more intimidating, but in reality, it really did not. In fact, William thought that just saying James' last name was more effective in sounding harsh. William backed away from James, not because he was scared, but to give him thinking space. Murdoch didn't like being in very close proximity with anyone besides Julia. He assumed that the blonde man would prefer it to. But then again, considering the fact that James had no problem being so close to William, maybe not. "But I suppose you wouldn't care that much." Murdoch murmured the comment under his breath, thinking Gillies wouldn't be able to hear it.

Murdoch's gaze flicked to the piece of glass again, wondering why he didn't take the stupid thing. Gillies could handle it all he wanted. William's threat was fairly empty - adding more fingerprints of his own technically could qualify as tampering, but he was part of the crime scene. It would only help worsen things for James. But he always seemed to be ahead of Murdoch, so perhaps it didn't matter all that much to him. Even so, that was what had come out of Murdoch's sometime unruly mouth of his. It was too late to go back and grab the glass, he would simply have to trust James Gillies not to touch it again. Trusting James Gillies? That was a humorous joke. Most likely, James would touch it a few times just to mess with Murdoch, like always. Finally addressing James' question, Murdoch cleared his throat and said, "I don't know why time would be relevant to this case." It wasn't direct, that's for sure, but it was a response. Not an answer, per say, but a response. Murdoch made his way back over to the blackboard, but did not turn his back on James. He was waiting for the young man to finally get out of his hair so he could resume his work. Murdoch was growing impatient, getting ready to just all out ignore James. Whether it would be a good idea in the long run was a question William simply could not answer. But with Gillies, the answer would most likely be no. Murdoch made heavy eye contact with James, which was a mistake. Once he held Gillies' eye contact for an extended period of time, he couldn't look away. He studied James through his eyes. His gaze wasn't accusing nor angry. Murdoch didn't know what to call it, still, it was enthralling. But Murdoch had to get out from under the spell.When Murdoch finally pulled his eyes off Gillies', it felt like an eternity. His heart was thumping in his ears; he thought James could hear it. Murdoch immediately averted his own brown eyes, hoping not to catch the other man's again.

[Spock and Kirk]

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"I don't suffer from Insanity, I enjoy every minute of it"
[25 | Male | Homosexual | Craving attention | tagged; Murdoch]

xxxTime, such a fickle thing. You always feel like you have so much of it but before you know it the sands of time slip though your hands and are gone for eternity. It bares relevance to every single aspect of life, and death as well. It as more intertwined with every single thing that we as human beings did with the small amount that we have been dealt with. I narrowed my eyes as the glass was snatched from my hands, once again I wanted to examine it. Give it a closer look to see the way that the sun reflects though it. It would be interesting to take shattered shards of glass piecing them together and seeing the way that they moved the light when one was to move the small contrap- I stopped my thought process, why bother wasting my precious time thinking about such things. It would be interesting however, if I did manage to get some time to piece together such a thing. Temporary amusement was usually something that I was looking for when I had time that I needed to kill. "Time has all the relevance in this case, especially when its something that I know you aren't really being provided" My voice cutting through all of the skepticism that had been shot at me before.

xxx I cocked my head to the left a little bit, like a dog does when it is curious about what someone is saying. Was he really threatening to throw me out? I suppose I was not helping whatsoever with the case as I stand but I would not mind actually assisting and being an asset in this case. My eyes once again traveled to the small glass that had been placed on the table just a little bit out of my reach so that I would not be able to pick it up again and tamper with it. Some piece of me wanted to respect the Detective's wishes, but another part wanted to go through with the plan. Anyone could have guessed what I would have finally decided on doing. The threats that were rather hollow echoed from the detective who just wanted me to leave him in peace, but he knows as well as I that the likelihood of that happening is very slim. His eyes that were illuminated by the sun looked directly at me, it was as though I had began a staring contest but added some kind of a spell in which he were unable to look away from. I could tell that William was perplexed by my motives, at this point I had shown genuine interest in the case. Not in the way that most would suspect that genuine interest would look like. Nevertheless, when have I ever done anything that has actually made sense to anyone? He spoke of charges as well, I am surprised that this was not approached sooner. "I am surprised detective that you not already figured out that I have already tampered with the evidence" I did touch the glass from the window that had been shattered, which was all of course on purpose. However, I am surprised that he has not been able to deduce that other than the few finger marks on the shattered piece of glass (Which were placed after the window was broken) were the only thing that connecting me to this case.

xxx I got a step closer to the chalkboard and to the glass that was sitting on the table, I continued to scan the notes that the detective had made, names connecting with each other and different shards of evidence that didn't seem to connect. It was always my favourite part of the game, giving out all of the pieces but mixing them all around so that no one would know where to start. However, if you were clever enough you would know to start with the edge pieces. I leaned on the detectives desk as my brown eyes, which were slightly blinded from the rays of the sun, scanned my name which was written in the centre of the diagram with a large question mark beside it. "How about... No" I responded to his comment about wanting me to leave. I was not finished with him yet, I had more that I wanted to contribute to this moment before I would be rightfully arrested. More attention, feeding the machine, Exactly what I want out of this. The hand closest to the glass inched its way closer and closer until I could feel the cup sitting on the desk. It was rough at some places but smooth on others, the places that had not been broken. I extended my index finger a little bit the feeling of the cup rolling away from my hand. This was followed by a smash not long after. The smirk on my face didn't fade. I had known what I had done and I figured that looking at the detective that was about three feet away from me was the best way of pushing his buttons. "Oops" My voice was almost devoid of the seriousness that had plagued it before hand. Now being completely replaced by my need to play the game, the game that made me feel alive.