doomed_copper: (Dressed to kill.)
The bar was nearly empty as Louise idly polished a tumbler she'd only just finished polishing a half-hour before; glancing up at the clock to the right of the dumbwaiters, she noticed it had only gone half-two. Sighing, she replaced the glass atop the small pyramid she'd been building behind the bar when the door to the place creaked open at last.

FINALLY. For God's sake, a customer. At least, this assured her next hour or so would fly by quickly, especially if they kept her busy ordering drinks---and then, she looked up.

JIM.

Tossing her bar towel over her shoulder, there was a small hint of a smirk tugging at one edge of her mouth as she strolled over and stood in front of him.

"Finally come to visit me at my not-so-brand-spanking-new place of employ, have you?" she quipped to her ex-partner-turned-bounty hunter. Taking a sponge from the sink below, she began wiping down the wood surface, assessing him. "You need a shave. Last time I saw you, it looked more of a 5 o'clock shadow. This? More like half-past eight," she deadpanned, though there was still a glint of a smile in her aqua irises.

It hurt, seeing him; that she couldn't deny. After they'd both been dismissed by Barnes, his bitterness at both the system and the fact that things turned markedly worse on his watch (Indian Hills escapees, Dr Strange doing a number on his psyche, anyone?) led him far astray from Louise. He'd all but disappeared, taking the law into his own hands, his dogged conscience leading him over his heart so he could 'fix his mistakes'. Of course, he didn't want her to get hurt by his vigilantism, most likely because he knew she'd only follow him into the darkness; but it was cold comfort to the redhead, who'd only recently begun to use the entirety of her bed, and not just the one side.

Taking the bottle of Jameson off the shelf, Louise poured him a double measure and set it in front of him as she leaned against the till.
doomed_copper: (Modern!Gorgeous.)
Louise checked her makeup one more time in the large mirrored hallway of the gala venue--it was a 1920's flapper/gangster theme, and she wanted to be sure she looked the part. Smoothing down her short column dress, she gingerly fingered the gentle waves of her period-inspired hairdo whilst she awaited Jim's arrival. Not only was their CI going to be at the 'fundraiser', a front for one of Fish Mooney's new cartels, but both their targets would be, as well--two of Fish's newest 'arteries'. Gardiner nervously cleared her throat as she discreetly checked her watch. Eight-oh-one. Gordon was precisely one minute late, and the redhead was growing increasingly nervous.
doomed_copper: (Default)
Pairing: Jim Keats/Louise Gardiner
Rating: M
Contains: violent images, sexual content (not graphic, but sexual nonetheless!)
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine; I just bend them to do what I want. :)




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doomed_copper: (Cop!Louise.)
Pairing: Jim Keats/Louise Gardiner
Rating: PG-13
Contains: adult themes
Spoilers: none (Series ended over a year ago)
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine; I just bend them to do what I want. :)
Summary: This is now the full story that I wanted to build from the short drabble 'Promised You A Miracle'. It is a work in progress, with no EDC. Detective Sergeant Louise Gardiner was now Jim Keats' worst nightmare: would he be able to stop her rudderless ship from crashing into his carefully-constructed dominion?

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