Here is the continuation to Any Other Night.
How will Marissa respond to Tyler's kiss?
Is there a surprise waiting for her in the wings?
Read the exciting conclusion to this fast paced story.
Any Other Night-Pt.2
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Here is the continuation to Any Other Night.
How will Marissa respond to Tyler's kiss?
Is there a surprise waiting for her in the wings?
Read the exciting conclusion to this fast paced story.
Any Other Night-Pt.2
Hey everyone! Marissa here. Wow! I haven't been on this site in like.....forever.
Sorry. But it's been crazy in our department lately. So many events happening throughout the city that need our time and efforts. It's like this every Spring, but it still takes a little getting used to.
Anyway, it seems that a lot of you have been asking for pics on what my townhouse looks like. So many events have taken place there so it's only natural you guys would be curious.
So I'm here to give you the guided tour through my humble bode.
First we start off with the building itself. Tada!
I love living here. It's so quiet and calming.It's located close to the main part of the town, and it feels like living in Manhattan if it was situated in Long Island.
The parking lot is to the left of the picture if any of you guys were wondering where I park my Jetta when I'm home.
Next, we move on to the front door
Isn't it nice? This is the same door Tyler always seem to pick the lock on and Marcus knocks on at odd times. The cool design is what caught my eye, and the colour just makes it even more inviting I think. Plus it was on sale. It was one of those close-out thingies.
The plants were a gift from Mrs. Carvallo. She's such a sweetie.
Next we move to the living room
That is one comfy couch. The four drawer side table on the right was a gift from my parents when I had first moved in. The coffee table and the lamp I found at a garage sale. Seems the couple was getting divorced and the wife didn't want any reminds of their life together. See why I'm still single?
Moving on..........
My kitchen
It's small, but it's enough or me to cook in it....when I cook...as I'm rarely home enough. Hard to believe my mother actually cooked a Thanksgiving dinner in there. She has major skills. That's also where (on the counter top) Tyler and I had our first "encounter"
Sigh....the good ole days.
Let's move on shall we?
Here's my bathroom
Here is where I get ready to look like a human being. Getting up at the crack at dawn to make it into the office by 7 o'clock, whilst still trying to not look like a creature from the depths of a murky pond is a feat in and of itself.
Next, my bedroom. Disregard the sheets. I haven't had time to do laundry.
It's very cozy in there. When I get home after a long day all I want to do is fall on it and zonk out until morning. My dad gave me the painting above the bed for my birthday last year. It's a very serene landscape print. Guess he knows that I need as much serenity I can get with my crazy life and all.
I don't have a big bed as you can see. So when Tyler slept on it with me it was a tight fit. He's a big guy. No wonder I woke up tangle up with him. Get your smutty minds out of the gutter people!
So there you have it. My home. Hope that satisfied your curious minds. Now if you'll excuse me I'm expected in an interrogation room. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now. Sigh.
Sorry. But it's been crazy in our department lately. So many events happening throughout the city that need our time and efforts. It's like this every Spring, but it still takes a little getting used to.
Anyway, it seems that a lot of you have been asking for pics on what my townhouse looks like. So many events have taken place there so it's only natural you guys would be curious.
So I'm here to give you the guided tour through my humble bode.
First we start off with the building itself. Tada!
I love living here. It's so quiet and calming.It's located close to the main part of the town, and it feels like living in Manhattan if it was situated in Long Island.
The parking lot is to the left of the picture if any of you guys were wondering where I park my Jetta when I'm home.
Next, we move on to the front door
Isn't it nice? This is the same door Tyler always seem to pick the lock on and Marcus knocks on at odd times. The cool design is what caught my eye, and the colour just makes it even more inviting I think. Plus it was on sale. It was one of those close-out thingies.
The plants were a gift from Mrs. Carvallo. She's such a sweetie.
Next we move to the living room
That is one comfy couch. The four drawer side table on the right was a gift from my parents when I had first moved in. The coffee table and the lamp I found at a garage sale. Seems the couple was getting divorced and the wife didn't want any reminds of their life together. See why I'm still single?
Moving on..........
My kitchen
It's small, but it's enough or me to cook in it....when I cook...as I'm rarely home enough. Hard to believe my mother actually cooked a Thanksgiving dinner in there. She has major skills. That's also where (on the counter top) Tyler and I had our first "encounter"
Sigh....the good ole days.
Let's move on shall we?
Here's my bathroom
Here is where I get ready to look like a human being. Getting up at the crack at dawn to make it into the office by 7 o'clock, whilst still trying to not look like a creature from the depths of a murky pond is a feat in and of itself.
Next, my bedroom. Disregard the sheets. I haven't had time to do laundry.
It's very cozy in there. When I get home after a long day all I want to do is fall on it and zonk out until morning. My dad gave me the painting above the bed for my birthday last year. It's a very serene landscape print. Guess he knows that I need as much serenity I can get with my crazy life and all.
I don't have a big bed as you can see. So when Tyler slept on it with me it was a tight fit. He's a big guy. No wonder I woke up tangle up with him. Get your smutty minds out of the gutter people!
So there you have it. My home. Hope that satisfied your curious minds. Now if you'll excuse me I'm expected in an interrogation room. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now. Sigh.
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Marissa: I'm not going over there.
Bryan: Why not? You know you're the only one he does anything for on a timely basis.
Marissa: I'm not doing it. Find yourself another sacrificial lamb.
Bryan: But he likes you.
Marissa: So?
Bryan: He likes you ALOT.
Marissa: Hence the reason I'm not going over there. Have you seen the way he looks at me? He's........creepy. Have you noticed the squalor he works in? No one wants to sit near him, hence the reason he's by himself at the back of the office. I've seen some disturbing things before Anderson, but nothing like that.
Bryan: He's just has organization issues. I'm sure if you give him a few pointers and help him clean up his cubicle he won't seem so bad.
Marissa: Don't make me vomit all over you Anderson.
Bryan: Come on Carter. Help your partner out.
I need his help in order for me to get that report to Burger ASAP, and I can't do that without cracking these codes.
Marissa: Then you go make him have a crush on you.
Bryan: I'm not his type.
Marissa: *rolls eyes at Bryan*
Bryan: Okay, how about this? I'll buy you coffee for a week if you do it.
Marissa: Make it a month, and throw in two dinners at Rare and you've got yourself a deal.
Bryan: *lets out loud sigh* Woman you drive a hard bargain. How about coffee for a month and two meals at Applebees?
Marissa: *raises eyebrows* You want those codes like yesterday?
Bryan: *nods*
Marissa: Then I'm holding my original request.
Bryan: *drops head in hands* Okay fine. Rare it is. Now go.
Marissa: Do you still have that mini bottle of vodka taped to the back of your desk?
Bryan: Yeah.
Marissa: Hand it over.
Bryan: What for?
Marissa: Courage Anderson. I am not facing that Pig-Pen man-boy sober.
Bryan: Man-boy? *chuckles* You sure have a way with vocabulary.
Marissa: *stretched out hand* The bottle Anderson.
Five minutes later.......
Marissa: *saunters up to Stephen's desk* Hey!
Stephen: *Spins around quickly in chair and knocks over over-flowing pencil cup* M-m-marissa.....I mean Agent Carter.
Marissa: *tries not to cringe at sight of messy desk and floor around him* Hey Stephen. I was wondering if you could help me with something.
Stephen: *eyes open wide* Of course! What do you need? Here! Sit down.
*removes stack of papers and a moldy sandwich from chair next to his desk*
Marissa: *vomits in mouth a little* No thanks. I'm not staying long.
Stephen: *looks dejected*
Marissa: Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me out with configuring some codes we got off a wire-tap.
Stephen: What kind of code is it?
Marissa: Numerical. *hands folder to him*
Stephen: Right up my alley. *takes folder and scans pages*
Stephen: Hmmm....interesting.
Marissa: Can you decipher anything?
Stephen: *engrossed in file* Maybe. Hard to tell until I'm in it. Looks like it's an Affine Cipher code. What that means is it's a combination of the shift cipher and the multiplication cipher. What we do, is we first multiply the cipher by a "multiplier." We then use a "shift." This is an....."
Marissa: Stephen!
Stephen: Huh?
Marissa: I don't need to know how you do it. I just need you to do it.
Stephen: *looks at her sheepishly* Oops....sorry. Got carried away there for a minute.
Marissa: No problem. When should I come back for it?
Stephen: You don't have to. I'll bring it to you. *graces her with a wide grin*
Marissa: *suppresses shudder* Uummm....I may not be here, but you can give it to Agent Anderson. He'll know what to do with it. Thanks by the way for doing this on such short notice. *smiles sweetly at Stephen*
Stephen: *smiles back, then reaches out and places hand on Marissa's arm* Anything for you.
Marissa: *bites down on lips to keep from shrieking, and takes a step back, dislodging Stephen's hand* Okay then. Bye!
Marissa hurries back to her desk, holding her arm at an awkward angle.
Marissa: Eeeww! Eeeww! Eeeww!
Bryan: What happened?
Marissa: He touched me! Quick! Cut my arm off!
Bryan: What? Stop being a drama queen Carter. The boy is harmless.
Marissa: *searches through desk with untouched arm* Where the hell is it?
Bryan: What are you looking for?
Marissa: The can of Lysol I always keep in here. Where the hell is it?!!!! Shit! Okay. Got it! Here, spray my arm.
Bryan: *shakes head at Marissa while taking can from her* You know you're overreacting right?
Marissa: Shut up and spray! *Holds arm out rigidly*
Bryan: This is insane.
Marissa: How about if I rub my arm up on you? *glares at him*
Bryan: Are you out of your damn mind? *looking at her with wide eyes*
One of us has to live in order to tell the story.
Marissa: Gee Anderson, don't let anyone tell you you're not a gentleman. Now spray the damn thing already. I need my arm so I can shoot you in your leg for making me go over there.
Bryan: In that case...... *takes off running with Lysol can in hand*
Marissa: *fuming* He is sooooooooo dead.
Bryan: Why not? You know you're the only one he does anything for on a timely basis.
Marissa: I'm not doing it. Find yourself another sacrificial lamb.
Bryan: But he likes you.
Marissa: So?
Bryan: He likes you ALOT.
Marissa: Hence the reason I'm not going over there. Have you seen the way he looks at me? He's........creepy. Have you noticed the squalor he works in? No one wants to sit near him, hence the reason he's by himself at the back of the office. I've seen some disturbing things before Anderson, but nothing like that.
Bryan: He's just has organization issues. I'm sure if you give him a few pointers and help him clean up his cubicle he won't seem so bad.
Marissa: Don't make me vomit all over you Anderson.
Bryan: Come on Carter. Help your partner out.
I need his help in order for me to get that report to Burger ASAP, and I can't do that without cracking these codes.
Marissa: Then you go make him have a crush on you.
Bryan: I'm not his type.
Marissa: *rolls eyes at Bryan*
Bryan: Okay, how about this? I'll buy you coffee for a week if you do it.
Marissa: Make it a month, and throw in two dinners at Rare and you've got yourself a deal.
Bryan: *lets out loud sigh* Woman you drive a hard bargain. How about coffee for a month and two meals at Applebees?
Marissa: *raises eyebrows* You want those codes like yesterday?
Bryan: *nods*
Marissa: Then I'm holding my original request.
Bryan: *drops head in hands* Okay fine. Rare it is. Now go.
Marissa: Do you still have that mini bottle of vodka taped to the back of your desk?
Bryan: Yeah.
Marissa: Hand it over.
Bryan: What for?
Marissa: Courage Anderson. I am not facing that Pig-Pen man-boy sober.
Bryan: Man-boy? *chuckles* You sure have a way with vocabulary.
Marissa: *stretched out hand* The bottle Anderson.
Five minutes later.......
Marissa: *saunters up to Stephen's desk* Hey!
Stephen: *Spins around quickly in chair and knocks over over-flowing pencil cup* M-m-marissa.....I mean Agent Carter.
Marissa: *tries not to cringe at sight of messy desk and floor around him* Hey Stephen. I was wondering if you could help me with something.
Stephen: *eyes open wide* Of course! What do you need? Here! Sit down.
*removes stack of papers and a moldy sandwich from chair next to his desk*
Marissa: *vomits in mouth a little* No thanks. I'm not staying long.
Stephen: *looks dejected*
Marissa: Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me out with configuring some codes we got off a wire-tap.
Stephen: What kind of code is it?
Marissa: Numerical. *hands folder to him*
Stephen: Right up my alley. *takes folder and scans pages*
Stephen: Hmmm....interesting.
Marissa: Can you decipher anything?
Stephen: *engrossed in file* Maybe. Hard to tell until I'm in it. Looks like it's an Affine Cipher code. What that means is it's a combination of the shift cipher and the multiplication cipher. What we do, is we first multiply the cipher by a "multiplier." We then use a "shift." This is an....."
Marissa: Stephen!
Stephen: Huh?
Marissa: I don't need to know how you do it. I just need you to do it.
Stephen: *looks at her sheepishly* Oops....sorry. Got carried away there for a minute.
Marissa: No problem. When should I come back for it?
Stephen: You don't have to. I'll bring it to you. *graces her with a wide grin*
Marissa: *suppresses shudder* Uummm....I may not be here, but you can give it to Agent Anderson. He'll know what to do with it. Thanks by the way for doing this on such short notice. *smiles sweetly at Stephen*
Stephen: *smiles back, then reaches out and places hand on Marissa's arm* Anything for you.
Marissa: *bites down on lips to keep from shrieking, and takes a step back, dislodging Stephen's hand* Okay then. Bye!
Marissa hurries back to her desk, holding her arm at an awkward angle.
Marissa: Eeeww! Eeeww! Eeeww!
Bryan: What happened?
Marissa: He touched me! Quick! Cut my arm off!
Bryan: What? Stop being a drama queen Carter. The boy is harmless.
Marissa: *searches through desk with untouched arm* Where the hell is it?
Bryan: What are you looking for?
Marissa: The can of Lysol I always keep in here. Where the hell is it?!!!! Shit! Okay. Got it! Here, spray my arm.
Bryan: *shakes head at Marissa while taking can from her* You know you're overreacting right?
Marissa: Shut up and spray! *Holds arm out rigidly*
Bryan: This is insane.
Marissa: How about if I rub my arm up on you? *glares at him*
Bryan: Are you out of your damn mind? *looking at her with wide eyes*
One of us has to live in order to tell the story.
Marissa: Gee Anderson, don't let anyone tell you you're not a gentleman. Now spray the damn thing already. I need my arm so I can shoot you in your leg for making me go over there.
Bryan: In that case...... *takes off running with Lysol can in hand*
Marissa: *fuming* He is sooooooooo dead.
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It's a girls' night out for Kat and Marissa. What could these two be getting into now? Hmmmm....
Picky.doc
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Marissa agrees to meet her unofficial informant.
Can they be civil towards each other and have an event-free encounter?
Or will it turn out like it always has-explosive and unnerving?
The Meeting.doc
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A night of surveillance turned out to be more interesting than Marissa thought it would be when a surprise shows up in her car.
This is Part 1 of the story:
Any Other Night.doc
TBC
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So people have been asking who is this Jason, what does he look like, is he going to be a staple character in Marissa's life? The answer is I have no clue.
But for the anxious fans, here's a pic of Jason. Try not to drool over yourselves.
Hey!!! I said no drooling.
Anyway, here's how they met.
Encounters.doc
*Note: The story has been edited as of 2/7/2008*
But for the anxious fans, here's a pic of Jason. Try not to drool over yourselves.
Hey!!! I said no drooling.
Anyway, here's how they met.
Encounters.doc
*Note: The story has been edited as of 2/7/2008*
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Marissa is trying to analyze the real reason for Tyler's sudden change in attitude, but she needs some help.
This is the follow-up story to Distracted.
To The Point.doc
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Scenario: Bryan and Marissa are at the local FBI hangout having drinks after work.
Let's listen in on their conversation
Marissa: It's official. I'm am destined to be single for the rest of my life.
Bryan: And that's a bad thing?
Marissa: It is when you have a mother like mine who keeps calling every couple of weeks to find out if I've found a man who could tolerate my career. Secretly I think she's still hoping that Michael and I get back together.
Bryan: The Special Ops guy?
Marissa: Yeah.
Bryan: Hmmmm *raises hand to bartender* Can I get another scotch on the rocks?
Marissa: What if he was the one Anderson? What if I fucked up the destiny of my life by not marrying him? What if he was my last chance? I'm going to be thirty-three in a few months. My eggs are not going to hold out much longer?
Bryan: Your eggs? You're looking kind of crazy there Carter. Maybe you need another drink. Get a stronger one too.
Marissa: I'm not drinking. After I made a fool of myself with Santoni I've given up the joy juice. I'm sticking to this Pepsi.
Bryan: Given up drinking? You need to rethink that option. Either that or start finding a good shrink from now. In our line of work one of the requirements is alcohol. It blurs the lines of the harsh, and sometimes gruesome, reality we're faced with.
Marissa: I'll survive. Once I don't give up drinking coffee I'll be good.
Bryan: *shrugs*
Marissa: Maybe I should just have more sex.
Bryan: Call Santoni. I'm sure he can hook you up. It won't be a hardship on him.
Marissa: *narrows eyes* No! He's the last person I want in my vagina.
Bryan: I don't think your vagina would mind. That's your problem, you think too much. Just go with the flow It will be a win-win situation. It's not because he's with that chick from Admin is it? From what I hear it's just a casual thing with them.
Marissa: I don't care what's going on between them. Okay...maybe a little. But I want more than he's willing to give. I'm not into casual sex.
Bryan: Okay wait. You're not into a committed relationship, but yet still you don't want casual sex. That's kinda contradictory don't you think?
Marissa: I have standards Anderson. I can't just be out giving pussy away. I have my good girl reputation to protect. And I refuse to have a fuck buddy..."
Bryan: *mutters* Damn. There goes my chances.
Marissa: *hits Bryan on shoulder* Watch it. Partner or not I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Plus, after hearing your dating adventures I'm surprised one of those women haven't beaten you up yet or run you over with her car.
Bryan: Not my fault there's not enough of me to go around. Plus they know the deal when they agreed to sleep with me. I love women, and I refuse to settle down with just one. Funny enough it's the "good girls" like you who turn out to be the craziest ones. Why is that?
Marissa: Gee, do you think it's because they thought you were a nice decent guy and not a man-whore?
Bryan: Man-whore? *laughs* Where do you come up with these terms? Man-whore. I kinda like it *grins*
Marissa: Good grief. *rolls eyes* See? This is why I refuse to let Santoni anywhere near my vagina. You FBI guys and your egos are unbelievable.
Bryan: It's called being confident.
Marissa: Really? I thought it was called being an egotistical asshole.
Bryan: *shrugs* Potatoe, potato.
Marissa: *shakes head*
Let's listen in on their conversation
Marissa: It's official. I'm am destined to be single for the rest of my life.
Bryan: And that's a bad thing?
Marissa: It is when you have a mother like mine who keeps calling every couple of weeks to find out if I've found a man who could tolerate my career. Secretly I think she's still hoping that Michael and I get back together.
Bryan: The Special Ops guy?
Marissa: Yeah.
Bryan: Hmmmm *raises hand to bartender* Can I get another scotch on the rocks?
Marissa: What if he was the one Anderson? What if I fucked up the destiny of my life by not marrying him? What if he was my last chance? I'm going to be thirty-three in a few months. My eggs are not going to hold out much longer?
Bryan: Your eggs? You're looking kind of crazy there Carter. Maybe you need another drink. Get a stronger one too.
Marissa: I'm not drinking. After I made a fool of myself with Santoni I've given up the joy juice. I'm sticking to this Pepsi.
Bryan: Given up drinking? You need to rethink that option. Either that or start finding a good shrink from now. In our line of work one of the requirements is alcohol. It blurs the lines of the harsh, and sometimes gruesome, reality we're faced with.
Marissa: I'll survive. Once I don't give up drinking coffee I'll be good.
Bryan: *shrugs*
Marissa: Maybe I should just have more sex.
Bryan: Call Santoni. I'm sure he can hook you up. It won't be a hardship on him.
Marissa: *narrows eyes* No! He's the last person I want in my vagina.
Bryan: I don't think your vagina would mind. That's your problem, you think too much. Just go with the flow It will be a win-win situation. It's not because he's with that chick from Admin is it? From what I hear it's just a casual thing with them.
Marissa: I don't care what's going on between them. Okay...maybe a little. But I want more than he's willing to give. I'm not into casual sex.
Bryan: Okay wait. You're not into a committed relationship, but yet still you don't want casual sex. That's kinda contradictory don't you think?
Marissa: I have standards Anderson. I can't just be out giving pussy away. I have my good girl reputation to protect. And I refuse to have a fuck buddy..."
Bryan: *mutters* Damn. There goes my chances.
Marissa: *hits Bryan on shoulder* Watch it. Partner or not I won't hesitate to kick your ass. Plus, after hearing your dating adventures I'm surprised one of those women haven't beaten you up yet or run you over with her car.
Bryan: Not my fault there's not enough of me to go around. Plus they know the deal when they agreed to sleep with me. I love women, and I refuse to settle down with just one. Funny enough it's the "good girls" like you who turn out to be the craziest ones. Why is that?
Marissa: Gee, do you think it's because they thought you were a nice decent guy and not a man-whore?
Bryan: Man-whore? *laughs* Where do you come up with these terms? Man-whore. I kinda like it *grins*
Marissa: Good grief. *rolls eyes* See? This is why I refuse to let Santoni anywhere near my vagina. You FBI guys and your egos are unbelievable.
Bryan: It's called being confident.
Marissa: Really? I thought it was called being an egotistical asshole.
Bryan: *shrugs* Potatoe, potato.
Marissa: *shakes head*
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Scenario:
Marissa: Your response to my texts are always so.....open to interpretation.
Marissa: Like the one I got this morning and you ended it by saying "Love T". I was expecting
just a “Good morning” back.Clarify that for me. What kinda love we talking bout here?
Marissa *rolls eyes and types back*: To me it meant you were saying "Hey, good morning to you
Marissa: *grins* I'm good at interpretation.
Marissa: Oh oh. Is this the part where I grasp onto my good friend Denial and pretend we never
Marissa: Not really...but it helps me to get through the day.
Marissa: Plus, according to
Marissa: *no response*
Marissa: *wonders why she lets
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Flutter is now back up for your reading pleasure. Yay!
I've had numerous requests to put the first full length story of Marissa and Tyler back up. So to all of you who sent death threats and threatened to work voodoo on me here you go.
You can buy and download the full story here:
Read and enjoy!
Geisha
I've had numerous requests to put the first full length story of Marissa and Tyler back up. So to all of you who sent death threats and threatened to work voodoo on me here you go.
You can buy and download the full story here:
Read and enjoy!
Geisha
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Happy New Year everyone!
Hope you guys had a good time bringing in the new year. I sure did.
Hawkins had a New Years Eve party at his place, and the gang and I had a great time. There were tons of food and the drinks were flowing. Not like I was drinking or anything. After my drunk fiasco with Tyler I kept it sober and sipped on some apple cider all night long.
Here are some pics from that night:
By then time the clock struck 12:01am Hawkins was trying to suck out the tonsils of some brunette, Newton and DeChooch were singing very off-key and slurring the words to "Auld Lang Syne", Bryan was busy with his date, a cute blond who works on Wall Street and Tyler wasn't there....much to my relief.
Why relief you ask? Because in the spirit of the New Years madness things might have gotten out of control and I would've felt things I had no business feeling, and possibly have done things that would've later come back to bite me in my ass.
No thanks.
New Year, new behaviours.
I was however ambushed by the guys later and had to fight to get away as they tried to layer me with sloppy drunk kisses and bear hugs. Sheesh....I'll be having nightmares about that for the rest of the year.
Tyler did however show up around 1:30am. By then I was getting ready to leave and drive Newton and his drunk self home(he passed out as soon as I started the car). Tyler wished everyone a "Happy New Year" and shook their hands. I didn't stick around for that though. Touching him, even to shake his hand, was beyond anything my nervous system could've handled at that time.
Anyway, that's enough of that drama. I hope you guys have a healthy, crime-free year and I will keep you guys posted on anything exciting that goes on. I'm off to finish up some reports.
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S.A. Marissa Carter
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Marissa is a little bored during a surveillance detail and recruits Bryan into distraction her. She may regret that decision.
Say what.doc
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So I got this email from Kat the other day and I thought I would share it with you guys. It's uncanny how this woman knows me. Then she sends me Tyler's zodiac description....and that one...boy...that one threw me for a loop. He's the Taurus. And yes I snickered when I read "The Tramp". I mean come on...it was so on point. And that part about long relationships...ha! Obviously not all Taurus people are like that. Right? Right?
GEMINI - The Twin
Nice.
Love is one of a kind.
Great listeners.
Very Good at confusing people.
Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Gemini's will not take any crap from anyone.
Gemini's like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily. They are great at losing things and are forgetful.
Gemini's can be very sarcastic and childish at times, and are very nosey.
Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. Very forgiving. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. The most irresistable.
TAURUS - The Tramp
Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight.
Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person.
They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it.
They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!
GEMINI - The Twin
Nice.
Love is one of a kind.
Great listeners.
Very Good at confusing people.
Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Gemini's will not take any crap from anyone.
Gemini's like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily. They are great at losing things and are forgetful.
Gemini's can be very sarcastic and childish at times, and are very nosey.
Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. Very forgiving. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. The most irresistable.
TAURUS - The Tramp
Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight.
Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person.
They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it.
They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!
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Uh oh. Seems like Marissa had a little bit too much to drink. Good thing Tyler is there to rescue her.
This is the first part to a three part story I will be doing for the Christmas Season.
So read and enjoy and don't forget to leave your comments so I will know in what direction to take the parts 2 and 3.
Happy reading!!!
Drunk story.doc
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Hey everybody! Marissa here coming to you live from a crime scene in progress. Well not really in progress.....the suspect was taken into custody over three hours ago. But Bryan and I have been processing the scene for the past two hours;gathering up our evidence and waiting on the CSI team to arrive to get their forensic evidence.
Take a look at the pic below. That's the back of Tyler's head on the right, and that's Hawkins by the door. Don't they look intimidating? Sexy though.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Bryan and I are waiting on the CSI team. Who at this point is annoying me to no end. Like how hard is it to come pick up some lint, spray some Luminol, collect some fingerprints and swab suspicious spots? Just because they've got a "Dr." in front of their name doesn't make them kings. Grrrrrr.
Bryan is telling me to calm down before we get a reprimand from Burger for unprofessional conduct.
Do I look like I care Bryan? Look at me. Look at me.
I've been in this filthy apartment since eight o' clock this morning. I didn't have time to get any coffee because of the early roll out for the takedown, which also meant that I didn't eat any breakfast either. Plus I think my period's coming because my stomach is cramping and I don't have any painkillers with me.
This day is a day from hell and now the CSI crew is late. I'm not in the mood! Not in the damn mood for this shit today!
What?
They're here?
Well it's about goddamn time!
I think I saw a diner a few blocks down where we can pick up some breakfast before we head back to the office.
Come on Bryan let's get our shit and roll.... what?
They forgot one of their evidence kits and want us to stay here while they go back and get it?
No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Take a look at the pic below. That's the back of Tyler's head on the right, and that's Hawkins by the door. Don't they look intimidating? Sexy though.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Bryan and I are waiting on the CSI team. Who at this point is annoying me to no end. Like how hard is it to come pick up some lint, spray some Luminol, collect some fingerprints and swab suspicious spots? Just because they've got a "Dr." in front of their name doesn't make them kings. Grrrrrr.
Bryan is telling me to calm down before we get a reprimand from Burger for unprofessional conduct.
Do I look like I care Bryan? Look at me. Look at me.
I've been in this filthy apartment since eight o' clock this morning. I didn't have time to get any coffee because of the early roll out for the takedown, which also meant that I didn't eat any breakfast either. Plus I think my period's coming because my stomach is cramping and I don't have any painkillers with me.
This day is a day from hell and now the CSI crew is late. I'm not in the mood! Not in the damn mood for this shit today!
What?
They're here?
Well it's about goddamn time!
I think I saw a diner a few blocks down where we can pick up some breakfast before we head back to the office.
Come on Bryan let's get our shit and roll.... what?
They forgot one of their evidence kits and want us to stay here while they go back and get it?
No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Okay people I'm here and I'm alive. According to Geisha she thinks that I should come on here from time to time to give you guys "insight" on my life. Ha! Yeah right! As if my life is even exciting. I just spent four hours staking out a suspect's house only to find out that he had gotten arrested the night before and was now holed up at Rikers on armed robbery charges. That's four wasted hours of my life that I could've been doing something meaningful and productive instead of listening to Bryan try to channel his inner Garth Brooks and see if he could implode my eardrums.
Hey! Look down there! It's Marcus! Asshole!
True he's my informal informant, and yes from time to time we talk, and yes he's been over to my house a few times bearing gifts of food when I've come home late and super tired, and maybe I'm beginning to tolerate him to the extent that I don't want to smash his face in with the butt of my gun, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still a cocky bastard and I still hate his guts.
Bryan says that I should have a heart to heart with Marcus and tell him how I really feel. To which I had to remind him that federal agents killing civilians, even drug-dealing ones, do not bode well with the Department of Justice, and I would rather shoot Marcus in the heart. He then suggested I go see the department shrink and enroll myself in Anger Management classes...as if that would help.
I think I just need time to get used to Marcus being back in my life. A thousand years should be enough. The good news is by that time I would be dead and hopefully if God comes down to Earth and defeats the Devil and his followers, Marcus would finally be dead too.
Okay, okay I know that was mean, but it kinda slipped out. Really. I swear.
That's enough of my ranting. I'm going to channel this anger into something productive. Like going down to the morgue and id a suspect suspected of being a serial rapist. It seems he picked the wrong woman this time and she sliced his dick opened like a banana. It's a must-see.
Bryan said he's going to stay back in the office and wait until I come back. Something about preserving happy thoughts when it comes to women and his penis. Whatever.
Later peeps!
Hey! Look down there! It's Marcus! Asshole!
True he's my informal informant, and yes from time to time we talk, and yes he's been over to my house a few times bearing gifts of food when I've come home late and super tired, and maybe I'm beginning to tolerate him to the extent that I don't want to smash his face in with the butt of my gun, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still a cocky bastard and I still hate his guts.
Bryan says that I should have a heart to heart with Marcus and tell him how I really feel. To which I had to remind him that federal agents killing civilians, even drug-dealing ones, do not bode well with the Department of Justice, and I would rather shoot Marcus in the heart. He then suggested I go see the department shrink and enroll myself in Anger Management classes...as if that would help.
I think I just need time to get used to Marcus being back in my life. A thousand years should be enough. The good news is by that time I would be dead and hopefully if God comes down to Earth and defeats the Devil and his followers, Marcus would finally be dead too.
Okay, okay I know that was mean, but it kinda slipped out. Really. I swear.
That's enough of my ranting. I'm going to channel this anger into something productive. Like going down to the morgue and id a suspect suspected of being a serial rapist. It seems he picked the wrong woman this time and she sliced his dick opened like a banana. It's a must-see.
Bryan said he's going to stay back in the office and wait until I come back. Something about preserving happy thoughts when it comes to women and his penis. Whatever.
Later peeps!
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So in the latest chapters that I uploaded I introduced a new chracter named Marcus Grant. And since I know how you guys like faces to go with names I now present to you additional eye-candy that make up Marissa's world.
Now I don't know about you guys, but I think Bryan and Tyler has some orgasm competition here.
Now I don't know about you guys, but I think Bryan and Tyler has some orgasm competition here.
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