Negan steps out of his car, trying to rub the sleep from his
eyes as he takes one last drag from his cigarette. One of the perks of being
Head Detective is that he usually gets to work normal hours, but when a case is
high-profile like this one, he’s basically required to get his ass out of bed.
He zips up his leather jacket against the cold night air,
wishing he’d thought to stop for coffee. He pauses by the front door of the gaudy
mansion, frowning at the three shivering crime scene investigators standing
there. “Why is nobody working my fucking scene?” he grumbles.
“It’s a bloodbath, sir.” Negan waits for more, but is met
with only silence.
“I know it fucking is,” he complains grumpily. “That’s what
you fuckers are here for.”
“It’s too much, sir. It’s real bad. One of us is still in
Negan’s tongue makes a sucking sound against his teeth and
he grins. “Ballard?”
“Yes, sir. Nothing seems to get to her. She’s a little
weird, to be honest.”
“Don’t be a dick about it just because she can fucking sack
up and do her job and you can’t,” Negan retorts, slapping the investigator on
the back before heading inside.
He’s not sure exactly where the murder happened, but it’s
easy enough to follow the smell. When he rounds the corner and sees a short,
cute brunette standing outside a loop of crime scene tape, he knows he’s in the
“CSI Robin Ballard,” he drawls, finally waking up a bit as
his flirting instinct kicks in. “You gonna make my life easier today? Open and
“As crime scene investigators, we meet people on the worst day of their lives. They’ve just lost a family member, somebody they loved, often in a horrible way. A piece of their heart is gone, and will never be replaced. The phrase we’re trained to offer them, “I’m sorry for your loss”, as we know now, doesn’t offer much. Warrick Brown was a young boy when his parents passed away. Much too young to learn that life can be so tragically short. But I think that it taught him how precious life is, and so he lived his life to the fullest, each day as if it was his last day. I was with Warrick on his last day. All the qualities that defined him, his tenaciousness, his deep sense of loyalty, his courage to risk his life for what he knew was right, all those traits were with him on that last day. Just before he died, we were all having breakfast together. Our team. His friends. His family. And Warrick was…he was… I’m going to miss him so much.”
Regina had learned at a young age that life wasn’t fair.
Especially when it came to her. It seemed every time it gave her a taste of
happiness, life would yank it away again only seconds later.
She had just gotten a second chance at love. Only a few days
ago, she was staring at the possibility of forever in Robin’s blue eyes. And
the same day it was taken away when that blasted Savior had returned with his
wife. Of course he would go back to her. In the end, she knew there was no
other choice for him to make.
While Robin paraded around town with Marian and Roland, the
Charmings circled around her. Mary Margaret and Emma would take turns
“popping by” for coffee or lunch or just to chat. They’d invite her
over for dinner with Henry and David had even offered to beat Robin up for her.
She pulled a tight smile and thanked him but assured him that wasn’t necessary.
And her little prince had moved back into the mansion, trying to keep her
preoccupied when he could.
Of course, none of them could know that she hadn’t
completely lost Robin. They wouldn’t understand or approve of what she was
doing (Well, maybe Mary Margaret and David could but she didn’t want to chance
it). But she and Robin had a connection that pulled them together. So they
stole their time together when they could and pretended, at least for a few
hours, that there was no Marian and it was just them again.
At first, it was thrilling and exciting–sneaking around,
trying not to get caught. It was also something of a triumph for her. Marian
could call herself Robin’s wife but Regina was the one he wanted to spend his
nights with. As the weeks dragged on, however, being the other woman lost its
appeal. Because that’s what she was–she was the other woman. The heat and
passion of their encounters quickly gave way to coldness and a hollowness once
he was gone. Rather than dull the pain, it made it worse. And so Regina had to
come to a painful conclusion: She and Robin had to stop their secret meetings.
dajo42: I came home to see your request for more fanart on tumblr, and I had been waiting for a chance to draw Marian for ages. I guess it was kind of sign to sit down and do a quick sketch. I hope you like it!
love that people have drawn fanart of marian stoke from robins in the night. it
is incredibly important to me that there be more art of canon trans
characters and it is nice to essentially be the source of creative
inspiration in that regard