Xenomorph Sporking: "(Heavy Rain).:Suspicion:.(Norman Jayden)"

Format Change~!! From Knight with love!

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"I want these filled out and done by tomorrow!" Blake had said while casting your small radio a death glare. "And either turn that off or risk it being chucked out in the rain."

Knight: You go, Blake! Glare at that radio! *snickers*

"Are you done?" You asked, tone still civil and polite, although your current mood said otherwise.
He grumbled an incoherent 'yes' before stalking back to his desk. Still, you didn't turn down the radio at his request, if anything you had turned the dial up a bit in order for him to hear Elvis Presley at his best.

Knight: According to Gabby's music taste; she likes oldies like Elvis. I've been around too long to know...

A smile threatens to engulf your face as you hear him grumble a few colorful phrases. You turned back to the computer monitor and began typing up the most recent report on the Origami Killer. You were amazed at the amount of detail Blake managed to scrape up, but at the last second you figured it hadn't all been him.


"One coffee for the lady."

You glanced up just in time to see that Norman Jayden had placed a steaming cup of coffee on your desk. A smile is evident now as you reach forward to pick up the java.


"Thanks again, Norman." The cup reaches your lips as you sip some slowly.



Knight: Please, destroy this fic now..

The FBI profiler had been sent to your prescient in order to assist in the investigation of the Origami Killer. He had been greeted with hostility from Blake and the other cops, but you and Charlene were the only ones who made him feel somewhat welcomed.

Knight: This is why I hate Insert-Sue; she makes Norman feel welcome, totally showing the fact they she likes him! It's supposed to take a while and getting to know him before you start to like him. You can't just pounce on the poor man!

Norman was grateful for that. "No problem, ________. I told you I'd owe you big."

"Well, you must've read my mind. I love java on rainy days."




A chuckle was shared between the two of you at the ironic statement, for it had been raining for the past month. He came just in time to experience the full brunt of it.

Norman seated himself on the edge of your desk as you tilted the styrofoam cup once more. The heavy rain outside was covered up by the sounds of the cops conversing with one another, and by your small radio which had been playing nothing but Elvis for the past hour.

Knight: *yawns* I'M GETTING BORED HERE. Norman, leave her, leave her now. Come hang out with me!

"So," he began after he too had sipped some from his cup, "are you taking lunch?"


"Why wouldn't I?"


He looked away from you with a small smile. He appeared embarrassed for asking in the first place.


"Yeah, sorry. I meant, like, are ya going out for lunch?"

You suppressed that small chuckle that threatened to sneak past your lips. His Boston English accent was too charming to resist, and if anything, it had made him appear even more sheepish looking then he already was.

You look over towards the front of the station and frowned, "Nope. It's pouring now, and I'm not gonna risk catching pneumonia if I were to go out there."

"...Good point."

[e/c] eyes had turned to look up at him. Norman looked away from the front and had caught your gaze.

"Did you want to get lunch together? You can drive."

Knight: Norman, RUN MAN RUN!! This is painful, Norman, don't let her drive. She'll get you both killed!



He had definitely been taken aback by your sudden proposition; he had assumed what you had said before was a polite rejection to his request. But, that didn't seem to be the case. Instead, you had taken the opportunity to set the lunch date up yourself.


A sly move on your behalf, but nevertheless, Norman smirked at it. "I like how you chose that I was gonna be the one to drive."


"I like how you were trying to be coy and not ask me out directly."

"And I like how my workspace is quiet without the two of you yapping up a storm." Both pairs of eyes had turned to look at Blake. Although the lieutenant was filling out paperwork, it had been obvious that it was he who had spoken.

You both turned back to each other before Jayden got up. His knuckles tapped on your desk as he made a move to leave your area.

Knight: And I like how I don't give a shit.

"I'll see you at lunch time then," he said softly with a small smile just as you had nodded at him.


"Can't wait."


He turned away and walked back towards his temporary office. A soft clinking noise had alerted you to the tile floor where Norman had been at not that long ago. You bend slightly to the right and saw a tiny vial on the ground. Seeing that Blake was preoccupied with his half of the paperwork you made a move to bend down to retrieve whatever it was that Jayden had dropped.

Knight: OH WHAT- NORMAN, WHY DID YOU GO AND DO THAT? *frantically scrambles for vial of Triptocaine* Shit, damnitt! *however, vial is picked up by Insert-Sue* Oh hell no, this about to get all bad and shit..

You clutched in your hand as you righted yourself upwards once again. Opening your hand, the vial laid peculiarily on your palm. Your eyebrows creased as the crystal blue powder inside it had greeted your suspicious eyes.

Knight: OH HELL NO! Do not keep it, give it back and be stupid about it. It ain't yer business!!

A shallow breath is pulled from your lungs as you looked back up; your eyes casting judgement at the man who had too easily won your admiration.
Pulling the draw of your desk open, you decide to drop it in there among other things before slamming it closed.

You would just have to wait until your scheduled lunch date. And you hoped, to any higher being, that this was all one big misunderstanding.

Knight: It is not just a big understanding, Sue. You're being a sneaky bitch!