officer watts

The Accidental Email, pt VI

from: evewatts@gmail.com
to: rbarba@gmail.com
date: Sun, Dec 4, 2016 at 9:47 AM
subject: The eggs needed salt anyway…

I should have thought to check my email before I sat down to brunch, but in my efforts to avoid a phone call, I also missed out on your email until just now.

So now I’m the sad looking table of one crying over her coffee.

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com
date: Sat, Dec 3, 2016 at 9:51 AM
subject: RE: The eggs needed salt anyway…

That certainly wasn’t my intent…if I didn’t have plans to meet my mother for lunch (plans I’ve already cancelled too many times to cancel once again) I’d at least make it a sad looking table of two.

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com
to: rbarba@gmail.com
date: Sun, Dec 4, 2016 at 9:47 AM
subject: RE: The eggs needed salt anyway

…and now I’m the weirdo smiling at her phone.

Don’t worry. Even though I don’t particularly enjoy showing emotion in public places, the tears were the good kind. The things you said about ‘Watson’ – it was the sort of thing my Aunt would have said, if I’d ever told her about the nickname.

She would have liked you, I think.

Enjoy lunch with your mom.

 

from: rbarba@manhattandaoffices.org 
to: ewatts@manhattandaoffices.org 
date: Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 9:23 AM
subject: RE: Request for Assistance

Good morning, Ms. Watts,

I was discussing the Cottone case with the DA and your name came up. As I’m sure you know, the visibility on this case promises to be high, so I’ve been allotted additional resources for casework, etc, and it was recommended that I enlist your skills.

Please see attached for details and the proposed schedule. I’ve already spoken with O’Dwyer, so he is aware that this case takes precedence over any pending projects and/or research.

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out.

Regards,

ADA Rafael Barba

 

 

from: ewatts@manhattandaoffices.org
to:   rbarba@manhattandaoffices.org 
date: Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 9:25 AM
subject: RE: Request for Assistance

I’ve received your request and will get to work on this immediately.

E. Watts

  

from: rbarba@manhattandaoffices.org 
to: ewatts@manhattandaoffices.org 
date: Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 9:23 AM
subject: RE: Request for Assistance

Ms. Watts,

Are you still in the office? I have a quick update regarding the case.

Barba

 

from: ewatts@manhattandaoffices.org
to:   rbarba@manhattandaoffices.org 
date: Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 7:59 PM
subject: RE: Request for Assistance

Yes, although not my office. Conference room B.

E. Watts

 

from: ewatts@manhattandaoffices.org
to:   rbarba@manhattandaoffices.org 
date: Fri, Dec 8, 2016 at 7:12 PM
subject: RE: Request for Assistance

Attached are the case files relevant to the information in your previous email. I’ve attached a separate file for the motion to dismiss which we discussed yesterday evening.

If there is anything additional you require, please let me know.

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 7:25 PM
subject: What Would I Do Without You

Eve,

Thank you for all of your hard work this week. Your assistance is sure to prove invaluable.

When this is over, no matter the outcome of the case, I owe you a celebratory drink.

Raf

 


from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 7:29 PM
subject: RE: What Would I Do Without You

No need. Just doing my job.

Have a good weekend.

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 7:32 PM
subject: RE: What Would I Do Without You

Is there something wrong, Eve? You don’t “sound” like yourself.

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Fri, Dec 9, 2016 at 7:35 PM
subject: RE: You’re the Best

Probably just tired. Been a long week. Heading home now. Good night.

 

from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Mon, Dec 12, 2016 at 2:25 PM
subject: It’s Quiet…

Eve,

Are we okay?

You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet lately, and I swore I caught your eye in the hallway earlier and you turned to walk the other way.

If I’m being paranoid, please forgive me. And if I’ve done something to upset you, please let me know what it was so I can attempt to make it right.

I can’t help but feel things haven’t been the same since we started working together on the Cottone case…

Whatever it is, tell me.

Rafael

 

from: evewatts@gmail.com 
to:  rbarba@gmail.com
date: Mon, Dec 12, 2016 at 11:45 PM
subject: RE: It’s Quiet

Rafael,

I’ve written, deleted, and rewritten this email so many times I’ve lost count.

Even as I type this time, my fingers shake at the thought of how it might be received.

You aren’t being paranoid. I have been different. Quieter, perhaps even standoffish, but that’s not on you.

I hope that my attempt at honesty here won’t make things worse, but I fear no matter what I say, I’ve already changed our dynamic, so I may as well speak truth.

The night when you met with me in the conference room, I came to realize something I had managed to ignore for some time.

Over the course of our correspondence, I’ve come to see you as a friend. A good friend. The sort of friend I could share things I don’t ever share with others. It’s something I didn’t realize I was so sorely lacking, something I badly needed.

Even though it was you on the other end of those emails, a real person, one I’d seen and heard and even passed in the halls, it was almost like the you in the emails was someone separate from the ADA down the hall.

But that night in the conference room, the two came together to form a whole, real person.

A real person who I can’t help but have feelings for.

I’d already fallen for the words you’d write, but it was a sort of intangible crush. Sitting across from you, seeing you smile at the things I’d say, or worse, hearing you laugh…my heart suddenly started to hope.

And I can’t let that happen.

I can’t let myself fall for someone who won’t fall back.

I’m trying to pull back the reins on my heart, to keep it from speeding ahead, but that’s a difficult thing to do when all it sees is what it wants, and not the cliff directly behind.

So the change you’ve seen is me creating the space I need to save myself from a crash.

I wish it wasn’t this way.

Eve


from: rbarba@gmail.com
to: evewatts@gmail.com 
date: Tues, Dec 13, 2016 at 12:39 AM
subject: RE: It’s Quiet…

Dear Eve,

I will, of course, respect any request you make of me, including one for space, but only after I argue my case.

That’s what I do, after all…

Our meeting in Conference Room B was a turning point of sorts for me as well.

Perhaps not quite as dramatic a turn.

I never saw you and the woman from the emails as separate. Maybe it’s because, for a while at least, I knew only Eve of the emails.

I found myself taken with that Eve for some time. The night of the party, when I was finally able to put a face on our correspondence, nothing changed. I was just as intrigued by the witty, intelligent, beautiful person I’d been speaking with all that time.

In fact, I was more intrigued, because I finally had confirmation that you weren’t something I’d dreamed up.

My feelings continued to grow, and that night in the Conference Room B was a small victory for me. To know I could sit in a room with you and make you smile. That the sound of your voice was even better than the sound of an incoming email.

There was one moment, though, that left the greatest impression.

We were discussing the motion to dismiss evidence, and I was showing you a file on my laptop. You reached across to point something out to me. I couldn’t tell you what it was, because all I can remember was your fingers brushing across my hand as you reached for the screen. I don’t believe it was intentional, and it lasted barely a second.

Since that moment, I’ve found myself touching that spot on my hand, wishing I could feel your fingertips there again.

It’s become rather obvious to me that, while I value the friendship we have, I wish for so much more.

You say you can’t let yourself fall for someone who won’t fall back, but I’m already here. I’ve been teetering on the precipice and all it took was the brush of your skin against mine to send me over the edge, leaping willingly into the unknown chasm below.

I am not so selfish that I’d consider only my feelings here, so if knowing all this, you still want to pull back from the edge, I will do what you ask.

But you need to know that if you don’t pull away, whether you jump or fall, I’m waiting with open arms below.

Raf



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LAPD confuses Black actress kissing white husband for a prostitute 

African-American actress Danièle Watts claims she was “handcuffed and detained” by police officers from the Studio City Police Department in Los Angeles on Thursday after allegedly being mistaken for a prostitute.

According to accounts by Watts and her husband Brian James Lucas, two police officers mistook the couple for a prostitute and client when they were seen showing affection in public. When the officers asked Watts to produce a photo ID when questioned, she refused. Watts was subsequently handcuffed and placed in the back of a police cruiser while the officers attempted to figure out who she was. The two officers released Watts shortly afterwards.

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