[ The LHPD are extremely lax about all sorts of things. Their general attitude seems to be worse than any office in Brimstone, and that's saying something. Weren't police departments meant to care more about their officers? Even if they didn't much rate the people they were meant to be protecting and serving, their own officers would far better, or so you'd think.
Greg has to get a partner. Gabriel would have suggested Milly, but the ex-FBI officer has Larry, the werewolf-hound already. And Gabriel can't work out a way to change that set-up. He doesn't know enough about how the LHPD works to try and interfere. Besides, he doubts Greg would appreciate it. He'll handle it himself, he's sure. In the meantime, Gabriel will just be concerned, and try to distract Greg as best as he can.
Perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned the pardon. It was going to be a sore topic. He can bet that if you mentioned his name upstairs they'd laugh you out the door. Gabriel has seen his Sin Tracker report. It was loooooooooong. He'd only skim-read the last fifty years, when he'd had a week off some time ago, and they'd even got him for jay-walking. Jay-walking.]
I guess after a while they just get a bit blase about it, right? After all, they're in Hell. You can't really punish them more than you are already.
[He pauses, and sighs as he leans against Greg, turning his head slightly to kiss Greg's temple. He can feel the unease, but there's not much he can do but offer what comfort he can. It's going to ache unfortunately, but at least now it's not open and bleeding.
It's probably best not to talk about Hive food. Or food in general for a little while. Which is a pity, because that's one of the things Gabriel finds most comforting, apart from Greg's company and Princess' wagging tail. But he didn't have them until a few weeks ago. Before then, it was solely food. And pranks, he shouldn't forget pranks. But pranks are probably not going to do it for Greg. He didn't think much of the tambourine in the dryer. Or taking the batteries out of every remote control in the house. Or replacing the coffee grounds with gravy powder. That last one had not gone down well...]
Ever been outside the city? There's not much out there. If you get up high enough, you can see for miles. [If you're confident enough in your wings. Gabriel was, when he first arrived, but he wouldn't try it now. Anyway, it's just wasteland for miles and miles, probably as far as a human eye could see. Why anyone would go out there, Gabriel doesn't know.]
At least you're home now. Tomorrow's another day. Maybe something will turn up. And even if it doesn't, you know it's like that sometimes. You can go for a long time without leads, but you'll get there in the end. Especially you, of all people.
[And maybe you could get Sherlock involved. It might stop him going mad with nothing else to do]
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Greg has to get a partner. Gabriel would have suggested Milly, but the ex-FBI officer has Larry, the werewolf-hound already. And Gabriel can't work out a way to change that set-up. He doesn't know enough about how the LHPD works to try and interfere. Besides, he doubts Greg would appreciate it. He'll handle it himself, he's sure. In the meantime, Gabriel will just be concerned, and try to distract Greg as best as he can.
Perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned the pardon. It was going to be a sore topic. He can bet that if you mentioned his name upstairs they'd laugh you out the door. Gabriel has seen his Sin Tracker report. It was loooooooooong. He'd only skim-read the last fifty years, when he'd had a week off some time ago, and they'd even got him for jay-walking. Jay-walking.]
I guess after a while they just get a bit blase about it, right? After all, they're in Hell. You can't really punish them more than you are already.
[He pauses, and sighs as he leans against Greg, turning his head slightly to kiss Greg's temple. He can feel the unease, but there's not much he can do but offer what comfort he can. It's going to ache unfortunately, but at least now it's not open and bleeding.
It's probably best not to talk about Hive food. Or food in general for a little while. Which is a pity, because that's one of the things Gabriel finds most comforting, apart from Greg's company and Princess' wagging tail. But he didn't have them until a few weeks ago. Before then, it was solely food. And pranks, he shouldn't forget pranks. But pranks are probably not going to do it for Greg. He didn't think much of the tambourine in the dryer. Or taking the batteries out of every remote control in the house. Or replacing the coffee grounds with gravy powder. That last one had not gone down well...]
Ever been outside the city? There's not much out there. If you get up high enough, you can see for miles. [If you're confident enough in your wings. Gabriel was, when he first arrived, but he wouldn't try it now. Anyway, it's just wasteland for miles and miles, probably as far as a human eye could see. Why anyone would go out there, Gabriel doesn't know.]
At least you're home now. Tomorrow's another day. Maybe something will turn up. And even if it doesn't, you know it's like that sometimes. You can go for a long time without leads, but you'll get there in the end. Especially you, of all people.
[And maybe you could get Sherlock involved. It might stop him going mad with nothing else to do]