"You've reached Detective Euan Fitzpatrick, NYPD Twenty-Fifth Precinct. I am unavailable to take your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll be in touch as soon as I can."


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Gee really wasn't sure if she was comfortable leaving Stuart alone, or not. She still wasn't sure that he'd get much out of Ethan, or if he'd even be able to cope with the information he did glean. She understood that people had exes - they just did. If she had a secret porn stash she'd probably be wary of Euan discovering it, but then she might have told him in the first place. And it wasn't like she had slept with a best friend's brother-in-law. It wasn't like she had a best friend right now apart from Stuart. It was only when she got her new partner that she realised how isolated she'd made herself.

And it was when she met Euan that she realised just how boring being isolated was. She pushed her fingers through her hair and tried to tidy her unruly curls. Even with her hair growing they seemed to get out of control. She let herself into Euan's building and found his flat without trouble. Since he'd come out of hospital she'd got a key to his flat and had been looking after him when she wasn't at work.

( His place was starting to become like a second home and even when they were still at each other's throats, she didn't actually want to change anything...Collapse )


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Euan hadn't been joking when he told Vee that she could fight it out with Ronnie about the lift. To be honest, he just didn't have the energy to care how he got home, he just wanted to be there and well out of the hospital. He felt like a patient, and that aggravated him more than anything else. Well, maybe not as much as being placated. That still pissed him off, to the point even just remembering the conversation with Gee had him pausing in trying to get his t-shirt on before he even had it hooked over his hands. He stopped, breathless, dropping the shirt back into his lap as his face scrunched up in pain. He unfolded just a little and looked at the large dressing over the surgical wound. It hurt like a bitch, and that was being kind. They had him up walking, but not too far. He had also lost count of the amount of nurses who were frowning on his choice to leave. A string of lectures about post-op infections, and tearing sutures, and being isolated in an apartment. Euan didn't give a flying fuck about it all. He just wanted to lie in his own bed, even if it still felt like a hotel room to him.

( He was sweating slightly now with the effort, not even waiting like he was told for a nurse to help him...Collapse )


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LINK: That's it, I'm fucking going home.

LINK: Why the shitting hell did I come to London again?

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Euan didn't know whether he felt more crap before, or after waking up in hospital again. Last time there had been no surgery, just a whole lot of awesome drugs. Ironically, considering he had probably had every illegal substance in his body at some point in his life in the past, and it turns out to be surgical anaesthetic that leaves him feeling like chopped dogs balls. After the initial aggravation of waking up in another hospital bed in agony, he had settled down into a slightly subdued fuming and asked the nurse for more sedatives because he felt like shit. He knew he must be in a semi-serious condition when she not only agreed, but offered him another dose of morphine. He took both, and was out like a light.

( It was now the following morning and he woke a little less abruptly now, oddly enough finding himself in a private room...Collapse )


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LINK: When Euan woke up in hospital - again - for the second time in six months, despite the granny visiting the patient beside him, all he could think to do was swear extensively and colourfully, and fight the slight urge to smack someone just for the hell of it.

6.18. "If I'm not back in five minutes... wait longer!"
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Euan really shouldn't have gotten out of bed that day. That realisation because more and more clear to him as the day progressed and he began to feel increasingly more crap as the hours passed. Lunch was a huge mistake. Knowing he had a long haul interrogation ahead of him, he should have taken the signals and realised that he wasn't just exhausted, he was just feeling plain sick. The pnuemonia had been one thing and contracted because of the plane journey, but in general, he rarely got sick. He had always had a tough constitution and most things apparently passed him by while they struck others down around him. He didn't take notice of the signs and figured it would all just pass anyway. Maybe overdoing it in Amsterdam after already knackered from trying to find his feet in London. Whatever it was, Euan found himself in the hours following lunch with Vee feeling unnervingly like he was going to throw up. Or maybe worse. Right then, his gut could completely rebel and throwing up might be the least of worries.

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It seemed Euan was all for keeping his word that week. First the date, and then arranging another lunch with Vee after he pulled out on their drinks arrangement to fuck off to Amsterdam. It might have had something to do with the fact that Vee threatened to pluck out his short and curlies if he didn't make some time for her. He wasn't allowed to move to London and then pretend she didn't exist. So, he told her to come have lunch with him that day after they got back from their spontaneous trip (where they didn't see one human fucking one donkey, which Euan would probably monotonously point out to Gee repeatedly in the weeks to come).

In Britain, you couldn't beat an awesome pub lunch, so they were seated in a quaint little booth of a popular pub just a couple of blocks from the CID. Euan had ordered a steak pie and chips, but after not even getting halfway through it and not touching the pint he had ordered, he was regretting putting anything stodgy in his mouth. He stretched back, reached behind him to hold the back of the chair spine and rubbed his stomach a little with the other hand. "I'm thinking you should still attempt to pluck my short and curlies anyway," he told her with a smirk. "You seemed so keen on it."

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