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Murdoch so badly wanted to let Gillies win. To surrender from this silly game, this back and forth pokes of each other. William had to admit, Gillies was right about time. He had very little, and it was running out every second Murdoch spent trying to get James out of his office. Was it really so much of him to ask of Gillies? To get him out of his own office? Oh no, it wasn't a matter of willingness like usual. But a matter of strength. Gillies knew he could wear out Murdoch faster than he could respond. It was a fact. And besides, to Gillies, it would probably be fun to see Murdoch fail at something for once. Murdoch didn't stop to think that James Gillies was his equal in intelligence. He knew that the younger man was smart, too smart for his age. Maturity wise not so much. Murdoch's ears perked up at the sound of Gillies' voice, teasing him about evidence. The brunette shot daggers at him, being careful not to focus on his eyes and eye contact too much. He raised his right eyebrow slightly, "and you think this comes as a surprise to me?" His tone was dry, almost sarcastic. William couldn't help but comment back, despite his mental oath not to take any of the blonde's bait. Murdoch grit his teeth as yet again, Gillies refused to leave the room. What was possibly so interesting that he wouldn't leave? The chalkboard, perhaps. Murdoch noticed James studying the chalkboard carefully, saw his pupils flick from every name with a calm knowing. He knew exactly how it all fit. The detective's eyes bounced back and forth between Gillies and the board. He wanted to shake the answers out of the younger man.

Murdoch couldn't help but be genuinely curious as to what Gillies saw that he didn't. Murdoch tentatively looked at the chalkboard as well, running his eyes over the names, the symbols, everything. What was it? It had to be in there somewhere. The missing link. The link that had connected electric monopoles to electricity. The one that connected human evolution to human progress. The very same. But Murdoch could not see it. He knew that Gillies couldn't have been directly linked, as it had been revealed earlier and his fingermarks had become minor. Maybe it would pay to have one of the constables look at everything again. Or perhaps, he would. Majority of the time, William was much more thorough. Murdoch was tempted to ask Gillies, as his anger had subsided, was temporarily gone. But it would show that William would need help, which he didn't. Especially not from James Gillies. Murdoch slowly reached out to pick up the piece of chalk and held it in his hand, rolling the white, powdery cylinder in his hand. Wait. What if... that was the question Murdoch had to answer. He had to step out of his comfort zone to ask this question, to get the real answer. Murdoch looked at two names on the board, one of the younger men in particular. He had claimed to be very close friends with the victim, but everyone else had claimed otherwise. Now was when Murdoch wondered why he had been so oblivious to this fact. He would have Constable Higgins get on it right away. The other top suspect, besides Gillies, was an older woman, the mother of the victim. She had been acting strangely the day Murdoch had questioned her, as most people did when they found out their child had been found on their deathbed. Maybe she was worth looking into again. The mother and the friend had to be connected somehow, right?

Murdoch circled their names, almost not seeing Gillies make his move back to the table slowly. No. Murdoch threw down the piece of chalk in his hands and went to grab the glass, but it was too late. By the time Murdoch was able to lunge at the falling glass, it was shattered on the ground next to his desk. With raging eyes, Murdoch turned to Gillies. "You have caused enough trouble today as it is. I think it is time you left." Murdoch grabbed Gillies' right shoulder without a second thought and maneuvered him out of his office. He stopped when they were in the central area of the police station. Murdoch stood in front of the younger man, huffing angrily. His brown eyes met Gillies' as he spoke. "You will stay out of my office. You will stay away from me. And you will stay away from this station until you actually have anything important to say." His voice raised with everything he said, but he didn't care. He could feel the eyes on them, the murmurs of everyone as they watched the scene. But he didn't care. Murdoch was sick and tired of this guy messing around. He had been calm. He had even been almost willing to let Gillies stay in his office if he had agreed to be cooperative. But James hadn't and the glass falling onto the ground was where Murdoch had to draw the line. "You have been a nuisance the moment you stepped in here. Now get out." William wasn't going to wait for a response. He promptly returned to his office, making sure to shut the door this time.

[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; Brackenreid]

xxxI only smiled a little when he made the comment about not being surprised by my actions. The good detective has known me for long enough to know that I was going to tamper with the case in one way or another. I could see that he was staring to make a little bit of progress with the case, the small piece of chalk that had been well worn from late nights and long days of use began to untangle the web that had been created by the one who had committed the murder. As I had thought previously, the detective knew where to look... Most of the time. Select times like these were the days where he had no clue what was going on, sure he had a good idea but he wasn't able to look inside the mind of the killer. An advantage that I believed I had over him, however I could be very wrong. I have only had the pleasure of getting to shadow the detective on one case in the past.

xxx Seconds after the glass had fallen to the floor shattering all of the hours that Detective Murdoch had put into trying to piece it back together I was surprised by his response. I have a feeling that he had spent the entire night working on it judging by the way that he moved. He was missing something that he usually possessed when looking over the evidence for the second time. I could not exactly put my finger on what it was. Enthusiasm? No, I am sure that the lack of that comes from my presence draining it out of this very office. As soon as I set foot in this station house I knew that there was something different, everyone straightened up. Stiffened out of fear, as though I were already plotting against them. They tried to avert looking into my overly calculating eyes. Was it fear that was driving every single constable to look away. They all knew what I had done, turning on Robert Perry like that. I could feel a little spark of frustration surface, frustration that I had figured that I had long buried beneath the feelings that I had gotten from being able to slip away once the guard had told me everything. He is the one who sold me out, all because of fear. He backed out at the last second, the murder would have been perfect if he would have just kept his mouth shut. My eyes darted away from the detective as I am sure they were portraying the swirl of anger in my eyes like a mirror into my soul. He didn't seem nearly as upset as I thought that he would be. I still kept my eyes away from his as Murdoch grasped my shoulder dragging me towards the door.

xxx I was expecting someone to grab my arm and drag me down to the cells after I tampered with evidence like that, but I have a good feeling the detective was beginning to get sick of me being around here. I escaped detainment last time that I was here, it was entertaining to watch the Inspector come down the stairs to be almost blown away from shock when he saw the cell door open. Yet I had decided not to leave, just to see the way that they would look when they realized that I could have escaped easily. I was not prepared to have my shoulder be grasped and sent out of the office. The hardy shove made me take a few steps outside trying to balance myself, I suppose that is where the Detective was hiding all of his rage. I quickly snapped my head around before I saw the door slam shut. I had thought of another comment but all I could think about was seeing the name of Detective William Murdoch etched into the door with the gold lettering. I thought my troubles were over and I was just going to get kicked out when surprisingly someone grabbed my arm in my moments of trying to regain composure.

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕕 ━━━━━━━━ ☚

"True leaders don't create followers, they create more leaders"
{Male | Happily Married | Frustrated | tagged; Gillies, Murdoch}

xxx I could hear the glass smash from where I was sitting down, I knew that Murdoch had left the Interview room with Gillies right on his trail as I had re=entered my office still being able to keep an eye on the two. It seemed as though he was up to his regular shenanigans, there was no stopping Gillies once he got started and there was nothing that we could do to stop him. Nor could we have detained him for just standing in and watching at the Detective worked. But, when the sound of the glass smashing on the ground came through the door that I had left ajar I sprang up from my desk without even thinking about grabbing my cane. I walked into the hallway watching the door slam, Murdoch had been up all night trying to piece together that glass. he was convinced that it was important and this little scoundrel had broken it setting back the investigation by a good few hours. I quickly grabbed his arm without a second thought. "Gillies, I am detaining you under the charges of interfering with a police Investigation"My voice sharp and clear cut. I was not going to deal with his tricks again today.

xxx With a good hand on the arm of the blonde boy I dragged him down to the cells, the door was wide open (From the last time that he was here) and so It was easy just to toss him in having him stumble a little bit. The whole cell was checked from the last time he almost escaped, no key, no wire, nada. How he did it is beyond me. I am not going bonkers either, I got Higgins to check it multiple times to make sure that there was nothing in that cell that Gillies could have used to pick the lock. No one came down here, he's just-. I stopped before I got any further. I shut the door making sure that it was locked. I even shook it a few times for effect, that and to see if that is how he escaped. The lock is not faulty, this little Devil wont go anywhere. I carefully stepped back from the cell and walked right back up the stairs, I could feel his eyes locked onto me the entire time. Not saying a word but just watching and calculating, it made a small shiver run down my back at the thought of what he could potentially be planning. He is a known murderer and a psychopath, but he got away with it and we have no right to detain him over the incident that took place regarding the murder of his professor.

xxx Carefully I turned the knob and entered the Detective's office. I figured he could use a friend right now, or at least someone to help if he found another clue regarding the progression of the case. "bloody hell that little devil." I looked directly at the shards of glass that were sitting on the ground. They seemed to be shattered even more then they had been before, making the chore of trying to piece them back together another headache all to its own. "I am dreadfully sorry Murdoch, is there anything I can do?" I asked genuinely feeling as though he could use someone checking that blasted apartment again seeing if maybe Gillies was onto something. I decided to skip over the fact that I had detained the boy on the charges of him disturbing evidence, the last thing Murdoch needs is to be reminded that Gillies is still in Station House Number four.

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Upon Murdoch's return to his office, he immediately sat down in the chair behind his desk. He didn't have the patience, nor thebes willpower to deal with the glass that remained on the floor. Rather, William just sat there. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared at the desk in front of him, letting his thoughts swirl around. His rage had finally been unbottled and uncontrolled, and it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Murdoch barely remembered the events that had happened just before. It was a rare occurrence that Murdoch lost himself in his emotions. Usually, he just locked them up and only displayed them in front of Julia. It wasn't odd, really. William wore the face of indifference, and showed the emotion of a brick wall. Murdoch figured it was the best way to go about being a detective. Murdoch heard Brackenreid arrest Gillies very faintly. It wasn't really the number one thing in his mind. But what was peculiar was that he heard no sound from James. No smart remark, nothing. Perhaps he was being quiet. But no, that didn't sound like the James Gillies he knew. The one murdoch knew lived off of drama- any type of attention. And there was nothing's that could stop him. Gillies was seemingly invincible. A shiver ran down Murdoch's spine at that thought. Of course, william knew that simply wasn't true. Humans were mortal- born with flaws. James was born with many, but acted as if he had none. A part of Murdoch admired that but the rest of him was disgusted like everyone else. Murdoch stayed silent in his office doing nothing, just staying within his own mind. Finally, little voice inside told him to at least do something productive. The inspector wasn't paying him to sit around, much like other people in the station house.

Murdoch got out of his chair and gathered up all the pieces, setting them onto his desk. Lucky for him, the glasses had shattered, but not into a million tiny pieces. Murdoch knew that there would probably be a few pieces that he missed, but that wasn't too much of a big deal. Murdoch spotted the piece of chalk he had been handling earlier and went to pick it up. He was surprised it wasn't broken. The brunette went to go put it back in the chalk holder, then stepped back to inspect the board again. It was still very unclear, but now Murdoch's knew what trail gen could pursue, rather than going around blindly in circles. He gave a satisfied nod and went back to his desk, ignoring the glass. He would clean it all up later. Sitting at his desk, Murdoch pondered what he should do. He rose from his chair after a minute of thinking. He should get Crabtree and Higgins out on an errand, pursuing the young man he had made a connection with earlier. William would handle the other one, the mother. . Murdoch crossed and was going to open the door, but it opened by 'itself' and was met with the irritated face of the inspector. Murdoch cracked a sympathy smile, feigning some sort of entertainment in Brackenreid's use of words. In reality, Murdoch really didn't care for the Inspector's colorful vocabulary.

The detective stepped back and met Brackenreid 's concerned eyes, laced with worry. He knew and understood how Murdoch felt with Gillies. Everyone in the station was the same way. "No, sir. Thank you for the generous offer though." Murdoch nodded his head slightly, feeling his arms find their way behind his back a smile always. It was almost a signature pose for him. Murdoch turned his attention back to Brackenreid, "I must inform Constables Higgins and Crabtree a job for me, if you don't mind." Murdoch offered a polite smile, walking past the Inspector, trying to maintain a professional composure. He hesitantly left his office and went over to the desks of Higgins and Crabtree. "I need you two to run out to the house of Miles Smith. You talked to him earlier." Murdoch waited for the both of them to murmur a 'yes sir' before he returned to his office, where Brackenreid was still. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Is there anything you need from me, though, sir?" William didn't dare mention Gillies. It could get the Inspector going 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;-]

xxxMy eyes quickly snapped to the cell door, huh it was easy enough to pick If I really felt up to it. No one even thought of checking what I had on my person before I left last time they probably showered every single inch of the cell that I was in finding nothing. The thought of it made me smirk as I continued to look around the cell some more to see if anything had changed. However, it looked as though every thing had remained the same. It was mind numbing, being in a brick and mortar cell for months on end. I don't think that I will ever be able to get over every single little thing that ran through my mind when I had spent my couple of months in prison over the murder of my professor. They never even did punish me for it, only Robert Perry he was weak. My anger began to brew once again, if he had gone through with the plan and not told the detective everything... Everything would have been different. I tried to calm myself by taking my mind off of it but it was honestly no use, even after three months of having nothing to do but think about the traitor I still found myself stewing about the whole debacle. He was the one who turned on me, he was the one who messed up my flawless murder. If he had said that he had bought those things for the project that I had talked to him about, the contraption that I had formed in the dormitories we would not have had to both be on the chopping block. I would not have had to waste valuable resources to get that guard to take my place. But I suppose it all ended well, I managed to escape and my compadre got what he deserved for his act of treachery. It was the last time that I would ever trust another person with my plans, they were all so delicate and yet he managed to forget one of the most crucial portions.

xxxInstead of staring outside of the cell to brood I figured I may as well lie down, i walked over to the small bed and could see that part of it had been burnt, strange... I wonder who would do this? I am sure its not out of being cold, maybe boredom? Or a faulty escape method theoretically if you were to get some metal hot enough you could make the bars playable. But whats the use in expending that much effort when there is a much easier way to get out of this small cell? You really just have to pick the lock, if of course you possess the correct materials. I lay down on the bed folding my arms behind my head acting as a makeshift pillow. I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts continued to flood my mind as they did all those months ago. This time however I was brooding about the case that seemed to puzzle Detective Murdoch, he should have known where to look. He did on campus and yet he spent all that time trying to piece together that glass. The glass that I had now returned back to its original state of being shards. If William really was determined to finish piecing together the glass he would do so once again. Again wasting more of the time that he no longer possessed.

xxx Like any case the loved ones of the deceived tended to want to get involved, they wanted to know every single clue and movement that the Detective made as though they could actually do something to help. They were usually the ones that you needed to look out for. Killers (Like myself) found it in their best interest to try to partner with the one who was trying to solve the murder. The closer you were to get to the detective the more that the suspicion would be thrown off of you and thrown onto someone else because of how intrigued that one might seem with the case. Besides, it was interesting watching Murdoch unravel the web that I had created. It was the seemingly perfect murder, and yet he knew just where to look. Besides my anger still burning for the brunette who had solved the case and sent my compadre and I to prison I still felt admiration for him. What he was truly capable of. he really was an equal to myself, this is something that I thought that I would never find in another person. I cant help but feel the pull of attraction to the spark behind a veil of mystery that was in his eyes, I suppose he does not feel the same way. Or if he does its just at the admiration level, how could someone like him not admire an intellectual equal?

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕕 ━━━━━━━━ ☚

"True leaders don't create followers, they create more leaders"
{Male | Happily Married | Frustrated | tagged; Murdoch}

xxxI planned on keeping Gillies here overnight, It might teach him not to interfere with us at every chance that he can get. However it might just do the opposite effect and make him want to come back just to rub whatever we had missed in our faces. He seemed to take great pleasure in doing those sorts of things. Just proving how much smarter he was, just how many steps ahead of all of us that he was. All of these were usually followed by some kind of a snarky comment usually leading us to think about how we should have been able to see the clue that was right in front of our noses the entire time. He truly was a little devil, or at least was the human embodiment of the term villain that Shakespeare used to use while writing his plays. He truly had the brains of someone long past his age, perhaps even an equal to Murdoch, but he lacked in maturity that he would need to be successful in any kind of occupation. It would be interesting to see if we could get someone to try to teach the young lad to reform to join the side of those who fight in the name of the law. If would be incredible to see what he might be able to accomplish. However, i am sure that those kinds of things are just wishful thinking on my part. I so desperately want him to just let us alone to solve whatever has come our way without planting himself right into the middle of everything.

xxx One of the biggest things that I must have admired about the detective is that even though he was facing a trouble maker such as Gillies he never seemed to let it get to him too much. Even though the cheeky little lad had smashed the hours of hard work that Murdoch had put into trying to put together that piece of evidence. Even so, he only tossed him out of his office with a stern word of warning, I was the one who decided that it might be the best to arrest him. Sure, he escaped last time. Technically he never really escaped, he just sat on the cot in the cell looking at the door that was swung wide open with a devilish smirk on his face taunting myself and Higgins as we came down to release him. We had no choice, we had no other evidence in which we could detain him for more than the twenty four hours that we had him detained.

xxxI finally heard what the stoic detective had to say. However, I had figured that he would mention the fact that Gillies was currently locked in one of our cells assuming that he had heard that I had arrested him. Since the whole endeavour took place outside of his office I would be shocked if he had not heard what had happened at least faintly. He seemed to not need any assistance with anything which was always a good sign. He seemed to have everything so well organized even after part of the evidence had been sabotaged. Since Gillies confessed to touching the evidence after the murder took place I would not be surprised if we found more sabotaged evidence. The Lad has a very teenage air about him, he just seems to want attention from the people who's skin he knows that he can get under. I stepped out of Murdoch's way as he gave the errand to the two constables who would have spent the rest of their day filing away different reports and accounts that would have come in for the day. Murdoch finally returned and I quickly answered him. "No, not as of yet." Gillies had very quickly become the elephant in the room, the one thing that neither of us were going to mention or talk about. "Make sure that you check for more sabotaged Evidence. Who knows what Gillies was up too." I felt like I needed to at least mention that, it may bring the tension down slightly.

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Murdoch nodded his head obediently, without one word. A small if he were a dog and Brackenreid was his owner. But then again, the inspector was speaking reasonably. "Will do." Murdoch gave an concerned glance at the mess of glass beside his desk. It may have been a very minor piece of evidence, but it was evidence nonetheless "If you'll excuse me Inspector, I must clean up the glass." Murdoch's voice had a bitter edge to it, clearly still frustrated. Then again, it wasn't like he didn't have a reason to be frustrated. And as much as Murdoch didn't like to admit it, the kid was right. He didn't have time to solve this case, if he had any at all. William needed to examine the other pieces of evidence as soon as humanly possible. The brunette turned his back to the Inspector and knelt down to pick up the shards, pleased that it wasn't too broken. Otherwise, there was a larger chance that he could accidentally cut his hand. Murdoch placed the pieces of shard into his hand, and then stood up, walking over to the small bin where tossed his trash. William carefully placed the glass in there, then sat down behind his desk, taking hold of the file he had left on his desk. Opening the folder up, Murdoch carefully read over each written report the constables wrote up on the witnesses. There wasn't much out of the ordinary, that is, until he stumbled upon Gillies' face once more. Once again, the far-too familiar feeling settled into his stomach, making him feel queasy. Just looking at his face, which bore nothing than a smirk, made him feel on edge. Murdoch quickly covered Gillies' face with another piece of paper.

Murdoch decided that the police reports weren't going to help. None of what anything anyone had to say had been suspicious, besides the two people he had thought of earlier, the mother and the friend. Hopefully, with a careful examination, another piece of evidence could shed some light on things. And perhaps, another talking with James Gillies. He may be the only key to the case; it was a painful realization Murdoch would have to work through. But he wasn't going to go down there right away- not when Murdoch's 'wound' was still fresh. Murdoch exited his office and made his way over to the lobby area of the station house, going over to the service desk to request the evidence. When the bin was in hand, William returned to his office and set the bin on his desk. As he looked into the bin at first glance, Murdoch frowned. There was barely anything. But what Murdoch had come to learn was that even the smallest bits of evidence could reveal the largest or most important pieces of information. First, the detective gently picked up a piece of clothing that was clearly used to wipe up blood. Unfortunately it was white, which was a shame. When Murdoch unfolded the piece of cloth, he decided that it was some sort of underclothing that someone would wear to bed. But that didn't place the time of the murder. William set it down on his desk and pulled out a photograph of the victim. Murdoch cringed slightly - it was a young man, most likely in his mid 20s. But that suddenly reminded him! He would have to go down to the coroner's office. He hadn't yet, as Julia had promised him the body would be ready later. At the thought of Dr. Ogden, Murdoch couldn't help but smile a little. It lightened his heart, making him temporarily forgot about the mess that lay in front of him. However, William still had to deal with it. Focusing back in on the picture, Murdoch examined the picture, running his eyes over each and every little mark on the victim's body. Something caught his eye though. The detective saw an ovular slit that happened to be positioned in an odd place on the victim's shoulder. He felt his heart rate go up a little bit, quickly putting down the picture to look in the bin again. How could Murdoch have missed this? Hurriedly he pulled out a small handheld silver knife whose blade seemed to match. But... Murdoch vaguely remembered trying to match the prints and the results coming up inconclusive. The glass had matched the injury...right?. However, looking closer now, Murdoch saw the tiny freckles of dried blood peppered along the blade. Setting it away from everything else, Murdoch continued on through with the last pieces of evidence, concluding that there was nothing as major as the knife. While it may not have been what killed the man, per say, it was certainly putting Murdoch a step closer. It would've been worthwhile to pay a visit to Dr. Ogden sooner.

Setting all the pieces of evidence back in the bin excluding the knife, Murdoch proceeded to give back the bin to the constable at the lobby counter. He offered a stiff nod before making his way to Gillies' cell. Approaching slowly and quietly, Murdoch noticed that James was lost in his own thoughts, laying down on the cell bed. "I can't imagine that that must be too comfortable." William spoke softly, hiding the knife behind his back. "You said that the glass was the only thing that really linked you to this case," he started off with uncertainty, "and you were right. You were very clever. I finally stumbled upon the larger piece of evidence." Murdoch didn't dare reveal it just yet. He took a step towards the thin bars and stared inside the cell at Gillies. Closing his eyes to calm himself, he reopened his eyes a moment later. He didn't know what to say. Gillies hadn't really helped him, yet he had. By saying that he hadn't been involved much at all. But that didn't really do anything. Murdoch looked as if he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. It would be safer that way. Still, Murdoch couldn't get rid of the feeling that resided in his stomach. He couldn't quite place it. It happened every time he saw or came in close proximity to Gillies. "You led the whole station house on a wild goose chase. You wasted my time," Murdoch paused and painfully let the next words fall out of his mouth, "but you did help with the case... in your own twisted way, I suppose." Murdoch didn't come out and say a 'thank you' as James didn't deserve it, but it was at least acknowledging Gillies' 'tips.'

[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]

xxxThe anger and resentment was still swirling around in my mind even though I was trying to think about other things that could be of use. The rays of the sun were pouring into a small section of the cell from the very minute window that was near the top. No way could said window be used to allow for an escape route. Except maybe for a very small child and someone who was willing to not just bend the three bars that stood inlace but actually break them and file them down enough as to not cause any scratching. Strange, that I was thinking of ways to escape when I really had no reason too, I already had my way mapped out in my mind if I so chose to leave. I had no reason to at the present moment, I would just be doing the same think up in a hotel room somewhere. My "Flat" was pretty well empty, it wasn't even really a flat anymore it was just a room with maybe a few cloths tossed about here and there. I left the rent in a small envelope, it was nothing too extravagant. But I really did have very little use for it in the first place. I had other places where I needed to be, other connections that I needed to make. I was always welcome here at the station house as well, though gritted teeth of course. No one here really was able to tolerate me, they only did so because I usually had a connection to the case that they were working on. It bothered every single one of the constables, got under their skin when they watch me saunter into Station house number four with my usual smirk dancing across my very boyish features. Especially the inspector, he had it out for me. He enjoyed arresting me earlier, the words came out as though he had rehearsed them in one way or another. Perhaps he had, then I was living rent free up in his-.

xxx my entire thought process was cut off by the sound of footsteps, who on earth could it be that is actually going to pay me a visit? I knew that my family had disowned me after the first stunt that I had pulled, they cut me off from all of their funding for my college education when they found out what I had done alongside the traitor Robert perry. However I did have enough to get by on the remainder of the funds that I had. I also knew a few others that were willing to help me out if of course it came to a time when I would desperately need funds coming from somewhere. But was someone coming to see me or had the perpetrator actually been caught. I would be surprised, not even Detective Murdoch could work that fast. He was not even close to being on the right track why should I suspect that he had caught and arrested the person that had been responsible for the murder in less then an hour of my attempts to pointing him in the right direction. My eyes were still locked on the ceiling even when I heard their shoes hit the concrete flooring of the cells. They were coming to see me, their footsteps getting closer and closer to the cell door. Surprisingly quiet however, but it was impossible to walk completely silently over the flooring. All done so that those who were placed on watch would know when someone was moving around in their cell. Could it be someone from my family? Actually coming to take pity on the poor boy that they had-. I turned my head when the voice rang through my ears. Detective Murdoch. Literally one of the last people on the list of those who would potentially come down here to some see me.

xxx I heard his comment about the comfort of where I was resting. I unfolded my arms carefully before propping myself up so that I was sitting upright in the cell my legs dangling over the edge of the small cot. My feet hit the floor as I made eye contact with the Detective. "After spending four months with nothing to sleep on but a prison cot, you get used to it after a while" My voice was still playful and my eyebrows raised a little bit. It was a straight up lie, it never got comfortable. I could not even count the amount of times that I woke up with a strange pain in my neck the next morning when I fell asleep on one of them. The strange feeling came back to my stomach again when I looked at the Detective. I figured that it was just superficial the first time that I had seen him again after my little bout in prison, but no. This was so much more. My lips on the right side of my face curled into a smirk as I heard his comment. "I am flattered detective" Again, still very playful. This was always just a game and he knows this as well as I do. Its like he can see into my soul sometimes. Im tempted to tell him my story, maybe when the day comes that I am hanged (the hair on the back of my neck stood up thinking about it) he would write a story about my life. Or maybe he would share this information with someone else who would write it into a book. I listened to the rest of what the detective had to say, he seemed to be thanking me. With hesitation still in his voice. It must have been hard, after all that we have been through to actually admit that I was in the right. I continued to keep my eyes locked with his own standing up while listening to his first comment. Learning the station house astray was my specialty, I am sure that he had figured that out by now. If not, what kind of a detective was he? I took a few steps closer closing the gap between the detective and I. He was holding something behind his back, what could Murdoch be trying to conceal from me? The evidence that he had found perhaps, or the keys to let me out. I doubt that, he seemed pretty vexed with me last time we spoke. "I will take that as a thank you" I said as I stopped, I was about two feet from him id wager. I figure that this is enough space, he knows that I can escape from here. Its strange how trusting he is being towards me. I just kept my eyes locked with his own only blinking when I absolutely had too.

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( male ) x ( closeted bisexual ) x ( tagged: gillies )

Murdoch backed away as Gillies moved closer, he couldn't help it. Being that close to Gillies, even when he was in a jail cell freaked him out a little bit. And Murdoch knew in the back of his mind that James Gillies could escape the prison cell right then and there if he wanted to. That in itself was a terrifying thought. Gillies had to have some sort of plan - because with him, that was everything. All the crimes he had committed were meticulously planned right down to the tiniest detail. And what's more, he always expected to be where he was. Gillies always expected to be in jail. Murdoch shuddered, he really needed to get James off his mind. Even when he was in a room with Gillies and nothing came out of the putrid mouth of his - James always seemed to worm into William's mind. He was too powerful, in a non-magical way. He cast spells, as if right out of a fantastical novel. Murdoch listened to James' words, his tone playful. It rekindled a flame of anger and James didn't really even do anything. He was merely... teasing. Murdoch raised an eyebrow, keeping his lips sealed tight. William knew that it was just like James Gillies to tease. But this felt more playful, harmless. The detective didn't know how he felt about it. But it certainly didn't help the unsettling feeling in his stomach. The brunette's eyes wandered the cell, wanting to look anywhere but the younger man. The anger subsided quicker than it usually did; Gillies' teasing almost made him want to emit a small chuckle. However, Murdoch held back. In fact, it made him mad that he couldn't get mad at James.

Murdoch examined Gillies' cot, how could anything like that be comfortable? It almost made Murdoch feel sorry for all the criminals who had to spend the night in the station house's cells. Almost. "Take it as you will," was all the detective was going to say about James' response. It was hard enough having to say anything at all. Murdoch's brown eyes finally met those of James', but they quickly flicked away. He was not going to be reeled into them again. He could feel James' eyes stare intently at Murdoch, making William squirm a little bit. He couldn't help but feel as if Gillies was trying to close the gap between them; even though Murdoch had backed away, there still wasn't much space between the two. Did James expect something from him? "You act as if you expect something from me." Murdoch gestured to the way Gillies was standing, close to the bars that sealed the cell. He wasn't, by any means, going to unlock that cell. No way. He would only be in there for a few days time at the max. Besides, Murdoch thought bitterly, he could always escape if he wanted. Murdoch let out a small sigh, growing impatient. It was most likely best if he returned upstairs to his work. But for some reason, he could not find it in himself to leave just yet. William felt as if something was missing; incomplete. He felt like there was more he needed to say. Murdoch so badly wanted to leave though. He wanted to see Julia and examine the body closer.

The knife that was in Murdoch's hand reminded him that he would have to hurry this meeting up, as Dr. Ogden most likely grew impatient. Not that he could blame her. She was generally a very kind and humble woman, who rarely became too wound up. But when she did... Murdoch erased that from his mind immediately. He started playing with the knife in his hand, feeling the edges. He tried to avoid the blade based on what it felt like. "I'm sorry to have to cut this meeting short, Mr. Gillies, but I must leave to go to the coroner's." He paused, then added, "is there anything else you feel the need to tell me?" Sarcasm tinted his tone so blatantly, but Murdoch didn't care. If Gillies could play this game, so could he. Murdoch figured James liked it when his equal was able to tease, so maybe he could do it too. To be honest, Murdoch didn't really expect James to say much. Perhaps a snarky remark at the most. He wasn't really on the grounds to say anything especially annoying or confusing. Then again, Murdoch couldn't definitively say what Gillies might do with Murdoch's sarcastic question. He continued to be an enigma to Murdoch, and not the good kind, either. Murdoch, though, had almost given up trying to figure out who James gillies was, as most everything came up inconclusive. Murdoch offered a small, tight-lipped smile before slowly heading back out to acquire his hat. He purposely didn't walk quickly, just in case Gillies said anything and Murdoch needed to retaliate.

-- sorry minor wb :c

[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]

xxxThe detectives eyes scanned me. Back and forth, back and forth as though he were playing some sort of game like hot potato. He was trying to avoid eye contact, as though I had some kind of a laser beam coming from my eyes and if he were to lock with them he would go blind. It was a strange game for certain, maybe even bordering on the line of flirting. However, that was only my game. I am sure that the detective will not feel the same way that I do about him. Who could? The only idea that I get regarding the feelings that I have for the detective come from whisperings that used to go down in the university late at night. Being attracted to the same sex was never something that was talked about in the open. It was illegal anyways, you were seen as some kind of a.. a sickness. That there was some kind of a treatment out there for whatever was ailing you. I managed to keep it a secret for the most part. He thinks that I am insane anyways, why not go the extra mile and seal the deal? I continued to stare him down taking yet another step towards the bars, I was close enough to lean on them however I decided against it, I will save it for dramatic effect later on. The detective seemed very uncomfortable being in my presence. I could not blame him, look at all that I have shown him that I am. He knows that I am able to calculate every single action that people can do, and usually remain one step ahead of him the entire time. When I murdered my professor it looked perfect, if only Perry hadn't have cracked on me. I should have suspected as much, he had been holding a lot of weight on his shoulders. He was never one for keeping secrets.

xxxSpeaking of secrets, the detective was still holding something behind his back, it was beginning to make me increasingly more curious. I would have to bring it up at some point, but first of all I need to try to get to the best of him. I just want to see if this will work. "One thing detective" I said attempting to use my voice to make him stop dead in his tracks. I had taken once again a more serious tone to the way that I had addressed him. "I bet you are still curious as to how I escaped this cell in the first place." I once again looped back to the playful tones that I was so familiar with. I am sure that sincerity was something that the detective was not used too. Why would he be used to it? Ever since we have met I made everything that we did into a game, and it was a game... For me. I am not sure how William thought of it, but from what I have seen he doesn't seem to enjoy our little games. This observation doesn't discourage me from continuing them, he just hasn't picked up on my true intentions. I think. Maybe after a while he will figure it out, but there is a chance that he could-. Well what the heck, I am a murderer and am going to Jail anyways. Ive been incarcerated multiple times and gotten out of every single little circumstance that this station house has thrown at me. I cocked my head to the left a little bit thinking about my next words, I wanted to make sure that they were more serious but still retaining my level of flirtation that he seemed to be repulsed by. It was fun to see how much I got under his skin, it was the same way with Robert when we first met. If anything we hated each other for the longest time. He always found himself competing with me, we were never satisfied until one of us had shown up the other one. Being both TA's we also managed to plan out elaborate lessons just to try to get back at the other one. Some part of me ached for those days back, but they are in the past. We did become friends and used our minds together to plan the perfect murder. Even if most of it was my planning and Robert just assisted with the piecing together of the plot, I enjoyed the companionship.

xxx I finally stuck one of my hands though the bars of the cell of course avoiding the door that was just to the right of me. I counted to look at the detective, he didn't want to be close to me. Like some kind of a magnet that was repulsed by my aura. It was so entertaining to watch people try to dance around me, even when I was in prison. It was like they were able to smell that there was something deeply rooted within me that made me somewhat different then the rest of them. With my head still cocked to the left I decided to make my final playful remarks, I expected him to do everything that he had done. Back up and then come back to me, maybe. I haven't seen if that part follows through, and if it doesn't I don't plan on spending the rest of the day here. If anything I will wait till the station house is mostly empty and assist with his blackboard of ideas. Actually helping, but never actually showing my true intentions. Where would the fun in that be? "If you were to, I don't know, let me out and let me actually assist you. I might just tell you how I did it" That was the sinker. Maybe I would tell him how I did it, they are bound to change the locks anyways. They never did think that I would have a way to pick a lock as complicated as the one that they had on the cells, but honestly I am surprised that no one has picked it before. Its so easy, its not fair. They have no chance against me and what I could do if I really put my mind into it. But I never found the motivation to go past just messing with their heads a little bit. Puzzling a station house and wasting their time was just a hobby of mine, maybe one that has been overshadowing my real endeavours for my life but a hobby it was indeed. Besides, indulging so much time in being at this station house, I have been able to spend more time with the Detective.


-- Don't worry about it! Happens to the best of us.

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And as expected, Gillies jumped back into the game with a retaliation. It wasn't harsh as much as it was playful, which made Murdoch's stomach do flip flops. It didn't seem right. He almost wished James was more aggressive - it was more familiar and moreover, it was predictable. But that's the exact opposite of James Gillies; he was manipulative and completely unforseeable. William listened to Gillies' request and was on the verge of letting out an actual laugh, something that he rarely did. Was the blonde really that dense? No, he couldn't be. He wouldn't just ask Murdoch to let him out and expect that to actually happen. Gillies was playing at something, obviously. He was too smart to just ask if he could be let out, as if he was innocent. Turning on his heels slowly, the brunette faced the younger man, who still was hanging on the cell bars. A smirk tugged at the ends of Murdoch's lips, clearly trying not to laugh. The thought of him letting James out of jail after all he'd done was a riot. He approached the cell that contained Jame Gillies and this time went right up to him, a strange and unwavering confidence taking over the detective temporarily. His eyes scanned Gillies'; there was nothing there indicating that he wasn't being serious. But Murdoch had to remember that he could very well be. "And here I was, thinking you were too smart for your own good." Murdoch's tone played greatly off of Gillies', the same playfulness on the tip of his tongue. It was not his usual speaking tamber, but William did not mean it to be, anyways. Perhaps provoking an unstable criminal was not the best of ideas, but the brunette had to have some fun once in a while.

It never once occurred to Murdoch that what came out of his mouth could be interpreted as flirtation. The only time he ever tried to be even remotely flirtatious was when he was with the lovely Dr. Ogden, and even that didn't go well. Murdoch was definitely not great at showing many emotions besides indifference, much less flirtation and attraction. Then again, something had clicked with Julia, so it hadn't been completely hopeless. The wave of confidence began to abate, causing Murdoch to yet again step away from the cell. However, his smirk did not once waver nor did it disappear. He was feeling rather proud of himself for being so bold, despite the fact that he really didn't do all that much besides say one sentence. "The answer is no, Mr. Gillies." Murdoch's voice was no longer playful, it was replaced by his usual serious manner . "I am not letting you out for no reason." A small smile appeared on Murdoch's face , entertained. He didn't dare make eye contact with James any more, for fear of any physical lashes. "It was quite a good effort, though." Murdoch put his hands behind his back, feeling the knife that sat in his hand. He really did need to get going now, for real. Otherwise he might have to wait longer and he didn't think he could do that. And to keep the Doctor waiting? Not a very pleasant idea either. Murdoch's smile grew smaller and smaller on his lips until it was completely gone, leaving him with the emotionless fax he William usually carried around.

Murdoch bowed his head politely and said his goodbye. "I'm sure we shall see each other again, no doubt. Always a pleasure, Mr. Gillies." The detective left the cell area and returned to his office, grabbing his hat and walking over to the city morgue, his knife in hand. His heart fluttered a little bit as he went into the building, greeted by that all too familiar unpleasant smell of flesh. He walked down the ramp, and took off his hat and greeted his friend happily. "Good afternoon, Julia." Murdoch flashed the young woman a smile as he approached her. Dr. Ogden was writing something on a piece of paper, but turned as she saw the detective coming up to her. Immediately, her eyes lit up and a smile grew onto her lips. "Hello william! Come to see the body, I presume? I've gotten it ready, and I have to say, there are a few very interesting things." Julia gestured to a body on the table, covered by a cloth. She pulled the cloth back t reveal the lifeless body of the man Murdoch recognized as the one from the picture. The young mortician pointed to the same thing Murdoch had noticed earlier. "I wasn't sure if you had found it yourself, but I found this. I took the liberty of examining the wound closed and found," she paused, and her face changed completely, as if taken over by a dark cloud, "an infection had already started to appear." Murdoch's eyebrows raised; that meant that the murder would have had some time to sit. That ultimately meant that someone must've murdered the man, then hid the body. He thanked Julia, and proceeded to return to the station house. He arrived in his office and opened the door, his eyes resting upon the evidence bin once more. The brunette's eyes flicked towards the cells. Gillies knew everything. And Murdoch did want to ask him, but he couldn't. Not James. The case was getting much more complicated now. So who in the world hid the body, then dumped it where people could find it?

[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]

xxxJust as I had suspected. Of course The detective was going to turn around and spit remarks back at me. Nevertheless, I was not expecting the level of playfulness that seemed to be intertwined with his words. The way that his lips were curled into a smile as he said them made me shiver with delight. There was just something about the way that he talked that was enticing, it was like he was trying to encourage whatever was deciding to reside in the pit of my stomach to grow. Like some kind of a demonic plant that was unable to be choked by anything in the entire universe. That was what this feeling was doing, It was a small seed when I first met Detective Murdoch all those years ago while I was on campus. When he touched my hand for the first time it was almost like the spark had began that would allow the seed to sprout. Ever since my feelings for him have grown, Even when I attempt to try to stamp them out or deny their existence. Like a persistent weed they would always return, beginning to choke out all of my better judgement that told me to hide whatever I felt for fear of what the outside world would do to me if they found out. Which this is an entirely notion as I am already a psychotic murderer in the eyes of the rest of the world, already one of the "Incurables" I am sure that my Homosexuality will not have any effect on that. Other then firmly writing in stone the label that the world seems to have decided to give me. Its not like this upsets me, I have long come to terms with what I am. Who I feel attraction for as well, but that is not the issue that still plagues me. What was the detective feeling about me? Frustration? Attraction? Did he want to attempt to turn the tables and play me at my own game. I cannot be sure. I may as well have suspected that I was too smart for my own good, its what my parents believed about me. They expected me to go to do great things, and I suppose I did end up living up to that expectation. I have done great things. Terrible, but great. All of my new found thoughts and feelings seemed to swirl about in my mind as my rage had not too long ago. its funny how quickly my mind can travel from one thing flooding it to the next.

xxxI should have suspected that he was not going to let me out. What reason would he have to let me out anyways? How would he know that I would not just run away or sabotage some more of the evidence and get him to play my game. Even though I had suspected his answer was much more likely then a yes some part of me was still wrapped in a child-like disappointment. I almost wanted to have him let me out so that I could show him the way that I had broken out of the cell, I have always wanted to show someone the way that I process and think. I could only expect someone like William Murdoch to understand, most got lost and confused. Like Robert Perry, I tried to explain the fine inner workings of my mind to him one night but he ended up getting confused and lost trying to put on the lenses in which I saw the world through. most felt the same way, even the guards which I had gotten into conversations with while in prison were confused by the enigmatic state that my mind was usually in. Everyone would be perplexed by the way that I processed the world, I have always figured that that it partially why I feel attraction to the detective. Maybe he will be the one person in this hellish world that will actually understand the way that I see the world. His mind was just as complex as my own, I could see it in his eyes. He knew just where to look when beginning a case, Most of the time, and nothing seemed to leave him confused for long. He always got to the bottom of everything speaking justice and leaving no loose ends. How could anyone not admire someone as revered as the detective? "I should have known." I muttered under my breath trying to release some more of the frustration that had been pent up for the last little while. It was much better then letting it bubble over.

xxx I felt as though there were nothing left for me to say as I watched the detective fade back from the version that momentarily was conflicting with everything that I had believed about him back to the William Murdoch that I have come to know over the short amount of time that I have known him. His footsteps faded into oblivion as I assumed he was going to the coroners, he still needed to check the body once again for any sorts of clues. Didn't he know that it was a waste of time? Or would I have to help him out with that. I quickly un-did my belt grabbing the buckle as I crossed over to the door. I stuck my right hand through the bars and cocked my head to the left as I got a better look at the lock I also grabbed a hairpin that I had placed in my pocket for this very reason. It was easy, stick the top of the belt buckle into the lock and twist the hairpin. The clink of the cell door unlocking make my lips once again curl into a smirk, it swung open slowly revealing my freedom. I slipped my belt back on and placed the pin back into my pocket. Easy as cake. I was able to just saunter out of the cell as though I had never been locked in in the first place, I looked behind me once I was out and shut the door as quietly as possible. I didn't want to bother getting caught again and having to break out, wasting the energy needed would just be.. Unfortunate. I stepped quietly through the bottom floor of the station house and walked up the short set of stairs where I emerged into the main portion of the station house. The smell of the dingy cells finally left my senses and entered the sound of people rushing around, getting things filed and trying to keep the discordant sound of confusion that was always present in the station house down.

xxx It was almost as though no one had noticed that I had left the cells, they all seemed much too caught up in their work. Nor would anyone try to do anything, they had not really detained me under any circumstances that would result in me going back to prison. They were just sick of me always messing around in their business. My eyes flickered to the forbidden Detective's office. Temptation began to crawl its way into my mind. Should I help him or should I just leave him as he is and walk out of the front of the station house. I took a step towards the office and reached out when no one was looking grabbing the cold handle and twisting it. The door opened with a click and My eyes scanned the room carefully to make sure that no one was looking. The constables were all to caught up in their work to notice when something was really going on, their minds all too clouded to realize what was right infront of them. It was really not fair for me to be messing about when Detective Murdoch was not around. I could do all that I wanted without anyone batting an eye. Thankfully for them my thoughts were not clouded by malicious acts. I stepped inside the Detectives office closing the door silently as possible behind me. My usual smirk faded from my face as I allowed my brown eyes to search the blackboard. How obvious was I going to make this? I stepped closer to it gently picking up a piece of chalk that had been beautifully put in its rightful place by the detective. The powder immediately began to rub off onto my fingers, incriminating me. But, who else would be bold enough to mess around in the detectives office? I began by scratching out two of the names of the suspects. The killer was on the board but its not like I was going to circle their name with arrows making it obvious, that would take the fun out of the investigation. I bit my lip a little turning and looking over my shoulder to make sure that there was no one in my line of sight. I was still unnoticed by everyone. My focus turned back to the blackboard and I scratched out another name. That leaves three suspects, ill leave it at that. Even if my eyes keep turning back to the one who had committed the murder, I wanted to make it obvious but managed to stop myself. I flipped the board over quickly and felt the smirk return to my face as I carefully inscribed one of my classic phrases onto it. I stepped back and sighed, pleased with myself. I returned the piece of chalk back to where it belonged and stepped away from the blackboard. The words "We are going to have so much fun you and I..." Were written in the eye-popping white that always reminded me of school.I stepped into one of the corners in the Detectives office looking carefully at one of the inventions that he had on the bookshelf. I picked it up in my chalk covered fingers and inspected it carefully, now I will wait for the Detective to return to his office. I then put the small gadget down as I heard the doorknob click, I scurried back into the corner. I folded my arms leaning against the wall, I want the detective to see the board first.