Partners [[Blake and Amelia]]

[John Blake]

He noticed her yawn, and gently placed a hand on her arm. He looked at her softly. "Go ahead and get some sleep, the case it about half an hour out. I'll tell you when we get there." He pulled his hand away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He looked at her for a moment longer as he pulled up to a stop light. He had to look away again as it turned green, but his hand was still resting on the console..

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

When his hand touched her arm she smiled, turning her head to glance at him. Despite her mind screaming at her she gently raised her hand and placed it on his, holding it in a gentle grip. She smiled sweetly and leaned her head on the window, closing her eyes allowing sleep to fall over her in a gentle wave.

[John Blake]

He smiled back at her, watching from the corner of his eye. When she placed her hand in his, he smiled more, gently curling his fingers over her hand. He smiled a little more as she drifted off into sleep. He was enjoying holding her hand, and he kept his hand in hers the whole drive.
He continued on the way to the scene, not making to much noise as to not wake her. The half an hour was up, but he was driving slow, giving her time to sleep, to actually get some rest. He smiled slightly as he continued to drive, the radio clicked as someone contacted his cruiser. "Where are you Dective?" He sighed and picked it up, radioing back. "In route." He said softly, as to not wake her up. There were no more contacts after that, as he continued to drive. He pulled in and parked. He shut the car off, and gently touched her shoulder. "Amelia. Amelia, we're here." He smiled softly.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia's eyes flickered open and she smiled at him, her hand still in his. "Let's do this." she said, gently sliding her hand out of his. She slipped from the car, ready to get going. She looked around the scene taking in everything. The tire tracks in the grass, the tape around the scene, the other police men, the crashed bushes over by the woods, the broken glass underneath a broken window, someone had punched it, she could see the tints of red in the sunlight. Her eyes found the scuffed boot marks, someone was in a hurry, they were hiking boots by the looks of the prints. She wasn't sure what Detective Blake saw but she was almost certain he didn't see what she saw.

[John Blake]

He smiled slightly, he loved her enthusiastic nature. He frowned a little when he hand slipped from his, but didn't let it stay there as he slipped out of the car, shutting the door. His face was blank as stone as he took in what he saw.

A busted window, glass on the floor ground. It was broken from the inside of the glass was outside. He turned, seeing tire tracks along the ground, but not in the grass. He stepped in a little, ducking under the yellow cation tape. He looked around, not moving. He saw a black cap, a lenses cap to a camera. Somewhere this was on photage. He looked around again, his eyes catching the shiny surface of a brass bullet casing. So, someone was shot, or shots were fired. There was a disguarded rope sticking off a bush, a part of it slightly darkened, probably blood. He nodded slowly as he turned again, seeing the black hilt of a swiss army knife, half the lade snapped off. He didn't notice everything...but he noticed a lot in one glance. His brain started to piece together possible instances...
He looked to his partner, Amelia. "You ready?"

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia stooped to slip underneath the caution tape around the scene. She nodded to Blake, biting her lip as she tried piece together something that could have happened. The brass bullet glinted in the sun, shots had been fired, she didn't see the rope but she did see a man, dressed in a police uniform, something was on his knuckles. Blood. She narrowed her eyes and let them flicker to the broken window, broken from the inside. She let her gaze return to the man. Were his knuckles bleeding? She wondered as she took in his appearance, black Gotham police uniform with the letter GCPD printed on the back, the jacket looked too small and the cuffs barely reached his wrists. The shirt, buttoned up looked about ready to burst against his over-sized stomach. His pants were the same black, easy to move around in, but he walked stiffly as though he had something under them, jeans or something. It was a pretty warm day, but a small chill came through, just enough for the officers to want their jackets still on. However a bead of sweat blossomed on his forehead, trickling down into his eyes. His hand went up and wiped it away. His eyes, shining amber when they caught the light of the sun, caught her azure eyes and she froze, unable to tear her gaze from him. His hands clenched at his sides, she could see that much. One reached into his jacket to place a hand at his belt, Amelia knew there was a gun sitting in the holster. Probably a tazer too, she'd always hated those things. She blinked and tore her eyes from his face, flickering to the hiking boots at his feet. She turned away and then froze, whipping back to look at him. Hiking boots. Her eyes flickered to the prints then back to the boots. Was he going to try and attack the others here? Amelia pretended to be looking at something as she stepped forward, blocking Blake from the fat man, as though she was trying to get a better look. She wanted to alert Blake, but she didn't want to be wrong, but then she didn't want to wait too long. She decided in the end just to keep an eye on him. She bit her lip as she risked a glance, seeing him stuff his right hand into his pocket, but her sharp eyes caught the scarlet liquid seeping from the small cuts in his knuckles. The murderer was still here. He'd probably killed a police officer too. And she was certain that he was ready to kill another if he had to. She thought and then told Blake that she was going to circle the house, she was looking for something, anything that would lead her to the evidence that this fat man wasn't who he seemed to be.

She started walking, careful to step over the prints. She wasn't the enthusiastic Amelia Smith at the moment, she was Detective Smith and she was going to get to the bottom of this. To prove that she wasn't the person she normal was she slipped her hair up to a pony tail, azure eyes hardening into a mask of indifference as they flickered across the ground, allowing small glances at the fat man. She saw him used his right knuckles and wrist to wipe the sweat from his brow and she smirked. Nice try fatty, she thought, smirking slightly, but somehow her eyes stayed hard and almost cold, emotionless and blank. She was used to that blankness, she'd used it so many times when she was younger, so it had been perfected so very long ago. She took a step toward him as he pulled out a handkerchief (causing her to arch a brow) and blotted away the streaks of blood in the creases of his forehead. She muttered a curse and slipped around the corner of the building, nearly tripping and falling into a poorly made hole. But that was what she'd been looking for. He hadn't thought the building would be circled and all that was covering the hole were a few branches and leaves. To anyone else it would have been nothing but not to Amelia. She'd done that once to hid herself from a gang of thieves. She knew what was down there and she didn't want to look.

She knew she had to. Then she decided to wait for Blake. She peeked around the corner, made sure Fatty wasn't looking and waved frantically at Blake. "Get your ass over here!" she mouthed before vanishing around the corner again, eyes on the cover pit. She didn’t know if it would mean anything to him and had a feeling that she’d have to explain. Or maybe it would click. She didn’t know and she’d have to wait until he got there to see.

As she waited the small wind brushed through her hair, allowing a small strand of golden blonde hair to slip from the pony tail and fall into her face, slightly covering her hardened azure expression. Shouldn’t I just tell him? I mean what if today is the last day I see him, I uncovered the murderer’s secret, what reason would the guy have not to kill me before someone else figured it out? Amelia reminded herself then that the man hadn’t noticed her slip away yet. She had to warn Blake to be careful. So she slipped out her cheap LG phone and typed, Don’t let fat man see you, be careful, and act natural as you slip away from the group. she sent it , looking over her shoulder, and risked a glance. She leaped away and slapped a hand to her mouth as she stumbled for a foot hold. The man had been looking her way and she wasn’t sure if he’d seen the flash of her golden hair. She swore as her feet scrambled for a hold, she didn’t want to fall down into that pit with a dead guy! The thought sent goosebumps rippling across her arms under her jacket and down her legs.

(( OOC :: HOLY CRAP! 1,026 WORDS! O.O i had WAY TOO MUCH FUN! XD))

[John Blake]

He continued to walk, observing the scene, taking notes, mentally, and on his notepad. Green, his favorite color. Somehow, Amelia's name had ended up in there. What the? He smiled silently to himself as he erased it.
He walked over, kneeling at the tire tracks, sketching them into his note book. He had finished, and by the time he had, he knew what type of tire they were. GoodYears tiers, and they were new, and were under a very heavy vehicual. He straightened up, going to inspect the cars. Several different types of tiers, but only two were GoodYears' so, he looked at both models, it was obvious which on was heavier. One was a red Smart Car. The other was a blue Chevy Heavy Duty truck. It was blatantly obvious. He inspected the tires, and found glass, and blood on them.
The Murderer was still here...
He straightened up, his mind immediately going to Amelia. He caught her golden blonde hair disappearing around the corner of a building. He was about to follow her when his phone went off. It was from Amelia. Don’t let fat man see you, be careful, and act natural as you slip away from the group. He smirked a little. Fat man? He looked, surveying the people. He noticed the man she was talking about. He took note of his size, and how poorly his uniform was fitting... He nodded slightly, writing down the licence plate number on the Chevy Heavy Duty and slipped his pencil into the notebook, closing it.
He began to casually make his way over, occasionally jotting down notes as he walked. He kept an eye on Fat Man, as Amelia so kindly called him. Every time the man looked at him, he would stop and look at some piece of evidence.
He was working his way to her when he heard a scrabbling sound. When he was sure the Fat Man wasn't looking, he ran around the building, seeing Amelia on the edge of a hole and falling in, he lept forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her into safety, so she wouldn't fall in. He kept his arm around her, not realizing it as he turned around, keeping his back to the pit.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

This is it, this is how i'm going to die falling into a hole to join a dead guy, thought Amelia bitterly. However before she knew it strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from the hole. She took a deep breathe, gripping his shirt. She took a deep shaking breathe. "Thank god, I thought I was going to die!"

She turned him around so he was facing the pit. "What do you think this is?" she demanded, blue eyes flickering towards him. She was getting ready to explain that it, in fact, was a pit and not just a clump of branches as it looked like. She wasn't, however, ready to explain how she knew, she could do that later after they solved this. She pulled a strand of hair back and glanced up at him, letting her azure eyes flicker to the pit once more.

She looked around the corner of the building. She swore. Fat man was lumbering towards them, a color slightly appearing on his pudgy cheeks. "He's coming." She murmured and said, "This here, is a pit, see," she said kicking the branches away to reveal a pit with a bloody body inside. "See? Pit. And fatty over there is the murderer, and he's coming for us, so I suggest...oh great," she muttered the last two words as the man came around the corner, stripping off his jacket and allowing the folded up shirts and whatever else was in there, to fall out of his shirt.

Amelia swore. "Alright, not fatty." she muttered as he allowed his pants to slip off revealing a pair of ripped jeans, which wasn't surprising compared to the ripped state of his white tee shirt. He pulled out a gun and Amelia leaped forward, her leg shooting up, in almost a straight line, kicking the gun away. She danced to the side and as he fumbled for his gun as it tumbled through the air, Amelia's fist came forward and she slammed it into his shoulder, waltzing around behind him before he could strike at her.

A bang went out and Amelia cried out, pitching forward, clutching her stomach, smirking just a bit (that could have been mistaken for a grimace) as the man grinned. She stumbled and collapsed, narrowing her eyes and moaning in pain. He turned toward her and pointed the gun at her heart. She laid on her back and with a laugh of triumph she leaned onto her back and pushed her self up onto her feet, springing up with a grin, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. She laughed, "Ya missed Fat Man!" She chuckled and grabbed his arm, swinging around and kicking off his back, landing on the other side of the pit. She glanced down at the pit, frowning. She skipped around it so that she stood a few feet from him. But even Amelia was unable to hid a small wince as she pressed a hand against her shoulder, pushing off the throbbing pain.

"Now, did you kill our friend down there? Fat Man?" she cooed, her voice sounding innocent as she kicked out, catching him in the shin as he whipped toward her, his gun going off. Amelia laughed, her laugh ringing across the scene, but it was empty, just a slit edge of amusement, but a whole lot of mocking. "Now, now, don't want to hit anyone with that thing now do you?" She smirked and twirled away slamming her kneecap into his rear end, sending him stumbling, causing her smirk to widen and her tie to slip from her hair as she back flipped out of the way of his uppercut, grazing him under the chin, his head snapping back a bit. She crouched as though she was a cat, eyes hard as she glared up at the man as he stepped toward her. A bang went off as he pointed the gun at where Amelia had been. She rolled out of the way, popped up and slammed her knee into his face, kicking him in the back, sending him stumbling forward and sprawling across the ground, grass stains covering his front and his nose dripping scarlet blood.

[John Blake]

He smiled at her as she grabbed his shirt. "I wasn't going to let you fall." He murmured softly. Smiling softly as she turned him around.
He knew as soon as he saw it, that it was a pit, but he let her tell him anyways. He could tell that on the edges there were finger scraping, just the way they were dug in, part of this was dective work, other of it was skill he gained from being Robin.
As she swore, he turned to look, his muscles tensing, and his hand going to his gun. "I know what a pit is." He pulled his gun from his holster, fingering off the safety.
He lowered it, there was no clear shot with Amelia jumping around, though it was impressive. He kept the gun up, the barrel could be followed to the man's eye, but he didn't want to risk the shot.
When the bang went off and she fell to the ground, he shouted her name, but his arms would not respond, and neither would his legs. He felt a rage and a worry bubbling up within him. He lifted his gun again, and was about to fire when Amelia jumped up.
He winced lowering his gun again. I wold have shot her! He watched amazed at her acrobatics, almost feeling sorry for the fat man, but not quite.
As the man fell forward onto the grass he whipped out his handcuffs, yanking his chubby, sosage-like, arms behind him and cuffing him. Leaning away he aimed the gun at the back of his head. "You stole all the fun." He muttered looking at Amelia softly, before his eyes hardened and he looked back at the man. He barked at him not to move unless he wanted a bullet through his skull. His tone was harsh and not one he had used around Amelia.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia sighed and shrugged, which sent pain jolting through her arm and shoulder, "You didn't get hurt." For that she was very glad, but she hadn't been so lucky and she didn't know if he knew it yet. She winced slightly again and bit her lip. She looked around seeing the other officers staring at her. She realized that most of them had seen her little show. They'd obviously never seen anything like it before. She frowned. She knew she'd have some major explaining to do...

[John Blake]

He frowned slightly, his gun still aimed at the back of Fat Man's head. He put his teeth to his lower lip and whistled, causing an office to come over. "Watch him." He growled slightly. The officer nodded and took Blake's position.
He thumbed the safety on his gun and slid it back into its holster at his hip. He walked to Amelia, a soft look in his eyes. "But you're not." He said softly, seeing her wince. He gently took her hand into his for a moment. He let it fall and circled around behind her. He noticed how her shoulders were sitting, and gently put a hand on the bottom of her shirt. There was a growing spot of scarlet blood on it, and he grit his teeth, she had been shot. "I need to take a look." He muttered as he lifted the back of her shirt.
There was a small stream of ruby liquid as he lifted her shirt higher to see how bad it was. As he reached her shoulder, he hoped she didn't mind as he lifted her shirt. The right half of her undergarment, bra, was stained red, but he averted his eyes from it. Focusing on the hole in her shoulder. He grit his teeth, it was bad, not horrible, but not good. There was a dark crimson crater in her shoulder, crying the red tears of blood. He sighed and reached down to his shit, tearing off the bottom of his white undershirt. He reached back up, pressing it gently, but with pressure, to her shoulder. "We need to get this looked at..." He muttered absently, knowing he himself as Robin had been through much worse and had done just a simple needle and thread fix...
He kept his hand, and the piece of his shirt, pressed to her shoulder as he stepped around to stand behind her, not wanting it to be awkward with him standing behind her...

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia shrugged, "It's fine." she'd had worse, so much worse. She'd nearly been killed several times and so a bullet to the shoulder wasn't much at all. "I'll have Banner take a look at it later," the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them and she slammed a hand over her mouth, nearly swearing out loud.

[John Blake]

He watched he as she slammed a hand to her mouth. He raised an eyebrow. "Banner?" He smirked slightly at her little outburst. He kept his hand pressed to her back, the piece of his shirt still there. He shook his head at her, smirking as he scooped her up in his arms, chuckling slightly as he walked her towards the squad car. "I'm making you get it looked at anyways." He smiled down at her as he got closer to the car.

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[Amelia Raven Blake]

"Blake! I can get it looked at later!" protested Amelia, fixing him with her sapphire like eyes. "It's fine, I've had so much worse!" She smiled up at him, her eyes asking him to let her off the hook. She knew Bruce Banner would probably tell her she should have gone to a hospital but she would rather SHIELD look at it then the hospital.

[John Blake]

He smiled, locking his muddy orbs on her, still smiling. "I can drive you to your friend Mr. Banner, or I can take you to the hospital, your choice." He winked at her as he kept walking, keeping one hand pressed to her shoulder as he adjusted his arms around her. He smiled, as he leaned his back against the cruiser. "It's up to you." He smiled teasingly down at her.

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