[ Greg knew that even the smallest scratches would hurt, it certainly stung for an unreasonably long time when a feather was yanked out, and it's not as if he hasn't dealt with pain like this before in other places, but it's been a long time. Honestly, when was the last time he found himself in a dangerous situation without heavily armed policemen clearing the way in front of him? Or at the very least, several armed officers fanning out through a building alongside him?
As high profile as his cases have been, his job rarely put him directly in harm's way, and never without back up. Sometimes it still hits him in a moment like this that things are different now. Even as careful as Gabriel is about shifting feathers out of the way, every movement radiates pain that only stops as those scratches disappear. What if he had been stuck in a corner? Back up would come eventually, but not before he was thoroughly mauled.
What he needs is a partner, really. They know that. They've been dragging their feet on it, in the grand LHPD tradition of ignoring issues they don't want to deal with, and Greg hasn't complained much about it. He doesn't want to have to contend with a partner all day that's going to ignore him at best, and make his life harder at worst. But he's starting to realize that he's probably being too stubborn about it. He can't count on being lucky like this.
He knows that Gabriel is joking about the pardon, even before he says that outright, but he really can't say anything to that. Not when he wants that to be possible more than he can say, to the point of wanting to ask about that, too, when he's up there. Not in such specific terms as to mention Gabriel by name, but... ]
I know they are. They're probably used to being threatened over all of it, too, when they've got a cop on their case.
[ He's not like that. Unless he has good reason to believe that they're actively involved in something especially destructive, he'd rather stick to the case at hand.
The embrace from behind is intensely welcome, and Greg leans into it with something almost like relief, letting his head tilt back to rest against Gabriel's shoulder. The absence of pain leaves him feeling sore and a little uneasy, definitely in no good state to think about what the Hive is putting in their food, but he's relaxing despite the unpleasant turn of his stomach at the thought. ]
I haven't, and that's exactly why. [ He doesn't trust anything outside of Little Eden, food wise. Not in the slightest. ] Most of these cases are ones where they've gone outside of the city. Usually involuntarily. They want me to find some kind of proof of that before they bother to send anyone to try to retrieve them.
[ Far easier said than done, especially when some of these demons have been missing for years. The reasonable assumption would be that they're stuck out there somewhere, but making that shirt leap of a conclusion just means more work for someone. Much easier just to ignore it until they eventually find their way back to the city one way or another. Or don't. ]
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Date: 2016-08-02 02:24 pm (UTC)As high profile as his cases have been, his job rarely put him directly in harm's way, and never without back up. Sometimes it still hits him in a moment like this that things are different now. Even as careful as Gabriel is about shifting feathers out of the way, every movement radiates pain that only stops as those scratches disappear. What if he had been stuck in a corner? Back up would come eventually, but not before he was thoroughly mauled.
What he needs is a partner, really. They know that. They've been dragging their feet on it, in the grand LHPD tradition of ignoring issues they don't want to deal with, and Greg hasn't complained much about it. He doesn't want to have to contend with a partner all day that's going to ignore him at best, and make his life harder at worst. But he's starting to realize that he's probably being too stubborn about it. He can't count on being lucky like this.
He knows that Gabriel is joking about the pardon, even before he says that outright, but he really can't say anything to that. Not when he wants that to be possible more than he can say, to the point of wanting to ask about that, too, when he's up there. Not in such specific terms as to mention Gabriel by name, but... ]
I know they are. They're probably used to being threatened over all of it, too, when they've got a cop on their case.
[ He's not like that. Unless he has good reason to believe that they're actively involved in something especially destructive, he'd rather stick to the case at hand.
The embrace from behind is intensely welcome, and Greg leans into it with something almost like relief, letting his head tilt back to rest against Gabriel's shoulder. The absence of pain leaves him feeling sore and a little uneasy, definitely in no good state to think about what the Hive is putting in their food, but he's relaxing despite the unpleasant turn of his stomach at the thought. ]
I haven't, and that's exactly why. [ He doesn't trust anything outside of Little Eden, food wise. Not in the slightest. ] Most of these cases are ones where they've gone outside of the city. Usually involuntarily. They want me to find some kind of proof of that before they bother to send anyone to try to retrieve them.
[ Far easier said than done, especially when some of these demons have been missing for years. The reasonable assumption would be that they're stuck out there somewhere, but making that shirt leap of a conclusion just means more work for someone. Much easier just to ignore it until they eventually find their way back to the city one way or another. Or don't. ]