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Lunch Break…@Jules

pineapplejules:

Juliet cringed when she heard that because she could somewhat relate to how horrible that must have been for Maura. “Yeah, I did hear about that on the news.” Wanting to lend some comfort, she reached out and squeezed Maura’s hand. “I know how much something like that messes with you. A couple of years ago I got kidnapped by a serial killer who tied me to a chair over the side of a clock tower. That was pretty rough on me too, but I wasn’t dating him. I can only imagine how much worse having to deal with that in addition to almost dying must have been for you.”

Not wanting to stir up all of that even more for either of them, Juliet sighed and decided to comment on the workplace romance comment too. “And I’m so with you about keeping work and dating separate from now on. My boyfrie… my ex, he’s a consultant for the SBPD. God, I don’t ever wanna see his lying face again, how the fuck am I supposed to work with him again?” That was something else she really didn’t want to even think about right now. But if she stayed sober, she knew she’d realize a lot more that she wasn’t ready to deal with just yet.

Again Maura’s brain could not help but supply the word sweet to describe the other woman. It was very kind of the other woman to try offering Maura comfort when it was clear that she was in so much pain herself. Maura closed her papers and set them back in her bag. She was about to offer a walk with the other woman because of the benefits of exercise when Maura’s cellphone rang. Giving the other woman an apologetic smile she answered frowning.

“But I was not to be charge of that this year! What do you mean he is to drunk?” Sighing heavily Maura gave in. “Fine, I will be there in a half hour. But I would like your support on making next year’s event a dry one.”

Hanging up the phone she gave Julia a hard look thinking rapidly on how to handle this. She did want to leave this other woman alone at the moment. She did not trust that after some alcohol the other woman would not decide to harm herself or the ex-boyfriend. Statistically both held high chances when alcohol was mixed in. Or that she would do something to ruin her career. 

“I must leave to attend to things. However, I would like you to come with me and we can continue talking as soon as I am done. This would give you desired space because I do not think your ex would think to check a medical examiner convention for you.” Maura set money on the table to cover their orders and large tip. “What do you say? My hotel has a lovely spa I was hoping to enjoy later. I would be pleased if you joined me in that.”

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Lunch Break…@Jules

pineapplejules:

“Yeah that’s true… it’s definitely a random coincidence.” Juliet nodded and when the waitress came over, she decided to head the ME’s advice and just ordered a coffee. “But anyway, that’s some impressive deducing there. I really did get betrayed by the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with…” Sadly she sighed and looking down wiped a couple of fresh tears out of her eyes. “I just found out he lied to me about something big ever since I met him… every conversation I ever had with him, every moment we spent together, it’s all been based on a lie… and now there’s no way I could ever trust him again. And honesty is the most important thing to me, I can’t be with somebody I can’t trust and who thinks that living a lie is no big deal…”

Then she took a deep breath and wiped another set of tears away before forcing herself to smile again. “But how about you tell me more about yourself and distract me from all the pain? I’m gonna hit rock-bottom soon enough, but right now I really just want to forget I ever even met him.”

Maura felt bad for the other woman. She remember the lies Casey had told Jane. What that had done to the other woman. The other thing Maura could relate to was filling herself with facts and noise to keep herself calm. Taking a sip of her tea while thinking about what discuss. 

“I understand what you are feeling better than most. My last relationship was with a man who lied. You may actually have heard about this case on the news. He was a serially killer who put his victims in statues and left them around town. I met him when paramedics thought he was dead and had him delivered to the morgue. He wasn’t dead and I saved him. He went on to kill several after. He tried to thank me for saving his life by turning me into one of his statues.” She gave the other woman a sad smile. “I do not think I will date in a work place any longer.”

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Lunch Break…@Jules

pineapplejules:

“This has got to be the first time I met somebody who’s trying to keep me sober…” Juliet smiled back at her as she sat down on the offered chair. “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t ever actually murder anybody, no matter how much he hurt me. All I meant was that I’m insanely angry.” With that she held out her hand. “Detective Juliet O’Hara, Santa Barbara PD. I actually work homicides too. And you must be in town for that coroner conference, right? I saw some flyers around our morgue. I think our ME was supposed to host something but then blew that off for the wedding…”

“I am glad to hear that you would not follow through on your urges. Though I must admit I can relate to wanting to harm the person who betrayed your heart.” Maura’s hand clenches around her tea. She thinks about the men in her own romantic life recently. Tommy was really the only one who didn’t betray her but that was never going to be a long term relationship. He probably would if they had become serious. “I am only assuming this deals with matters of the heart. I find that causes most people to both seek alcohol and wish to commit homicide.” She hides her distaste for the Santa Barbara MD. “Yes, I have met Woody before at a different conference. We have also had to discuss cases over skype before. It is interesting that we run into each other here when we work in the same field.”

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theflyinggrayson:

Oh, the Hilton? You’re not far from it. Just a couple blocks up and one over. Here, I’ll walk with you. The streets get a little iffy after the sun goes down.

I haven’t lived here my whole life, no—just most of it. Is it your first time in Gotham?

I have become very trained in self defense. But I would still appreciate some company on the walk back. Yes, this is my first time in Gotham. I have talked with the local medical examiner on the phone many times but this will be out first face to face meeting. Gotham has kept them to busy to attend any conventions. Is there anything you would suggest I see while in town?

Lunch Break…@Jules

pineapplejules:

Not having expected anybody to overhear her mumbling, let alone a response to it, Juliet looked up surprised. The advice and explanations for it were so sweet and she couldn’t help but give the other woman a tiny smile for it. “Thank you…” While she really wasn’t in the mood to strike up a conversation with anybody right now, from the papers on the blonde’s table she assumed she actually was pretty busy right now and easily could’ve pretended not to hear her. As a matter of fact, she was sure most people would have. And since Juliet never wanted to be rude, especially now after taking all of that into consideration, she decided to respond honestly.

“There’s just a couple of problems with that, the first being that wine, and let alone tea, will get me drunk fast enough, and the second that I’m feeling more homicidal than stressed right now…” With a sigh she reached up to take the stupid silver flower out of her hair because she wasn’t feeling festive at all anymore.

Maura frowned listening to the other woman. Reading between the lines it sounded like she was having a very rough day. Pushing out a chair with her foot she motioned for the woman to sit down. There were times when she had been hurting that it would have been nice to have someone there. As much as cared for Jane, if she was in a relationship the woman often seemed to forget about her friends. 

“Alcohol is likely not a wise choice then. It will either make you depressed or lower your inhibitions enough that you might believe homicide is the best choice. I’m afraid neither will truly make you feel better,” she gave her a sad smile. “I am Doctor Maura Isles, medical examiner with the Boston Police Department.”

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