DS Matt Devlin
01 January 2010 @ 11:17 am
[livejournal.com profile] musebysentence | 41.1. Abandon  
LINK: Decided not to stick to Coke.
Current Location: London, England
Current Mood: drunk
DS Matt Devlin
13 December 2009 @ 06:04 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Home Sweet Home  
Matt only needed to spend a few days in hospital after getting his appendix out. Once he was able to get up and walk, albeit like an old age pensioner, he was allowed to go home into the care of... someone. He wasn't allowed to be alone for another week in case he had some post-operative complications. The situation alone could have potentially been a complication. Ronnie had initially offered for Matt to come stay at his place, but this was before Vee had come and intended to stay. The compromise was offered that she could stay there, or they could go back to Matt's and Ronnie stay there too if he wanted to play watch dog. That wasn't actually Ronnie's intention, though. He just had Matt's well-being in mind, and relented, okay with Matt going back to his own apartment and into Vee's care. Matt was okay with it, even if he wasn't completely sure how he felt being mostly reliant on Vee. It was going to be a learning curve for him. He had never really had to rely on anyone like this before.

They just arrived at the apartment and Matt was already buggered just from the journey from the hospital... )

Word Count | 3,907
Current Mood: sore
Current Location: London, England
DS Matt Devlin
07 December 2009 @ 08:20 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] forensicated | Passive aggressive advice  
"Mornin', sunshine," Ronnie offered as he peeled down the wrapper from around a tuna mayonnaise baguette, dropping crumbs all over the blankets of Matt's hospital bed. "Welcome to the land of the living," he added and then took a large bite from the roll.

Matt had barely managed to drag his eyes open before he was met with the abrupt greeting. He was awake enough to catch sight of the shower of crumbs though, screwing his nose up as he made an attempt to brush the covers off... )

Word Count | 954
Current Mood: sore
Current Location: London, England
DS Matt Devlin
01 December 2009 @ 10:13 pm
[livejournal.com profile] musesandlyrics | 4.1. Beyonce quote  
4.1. "There's definitely a dangerous feeling when you're in loveā€¦it's giving your heart to someone else and knowing that they have control over your feelings. I know for me, who always tries to be so tough, that's the dangerous thing."
Beyonce Knowles

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs
[Follows THIS]

Matt quickly swallowed down the last couple of mouthfuls of his tepid coffee as he closed over the file of telephone numbers he was trawling through. It was another needle in a haystack job, and it could wait for a little while. He dug the car keys out of his drawer and stood up, shoving them in his pocket. He didn't think Vee would mind getting taken to the airport in one of the unmarked cop cars. It wasn't like she wouldn't be used to it. "I'm heading out for a couple of hours, Ron. I'll be back," he promised, mid-journey to the coat rack. It might not be raining outside, but it was a typical freezing London evening as they veered closer to winter.

Ronnie looked up from his own pile of files, frowning at Matt over the top of his glasses and then took them off. "Out where?" he asked. "You found something, Matty? What have you found?"

Matt shook his head. "Nothing. I'm still looking, and I'll keep looking when I get back. I've just got a... thing. I won't be long, alright? Call me if anything comes up."

Ronnie's eyebrow quirked at the statement. "Sure it's not something of yours coming up, sunshine?" he teased, smirking to himself as he picked up his own coffee mug. "You hired some company?"

Matt had the decency to look scandalised. "What? No! Bloody hell," he complained. He was aware that if he kept trying to pull these weird acts, Ronnie was going to get continuously suspicious, and if Ronnie got continuously suspicious, others would too. Sure, Matt had some odd detective techniques when he needed to. He was hardly innocent in getting what he needed during investigations, but this wasn't an investigation and since Vee had arrived in town, Matt knew he must be acting strangely. "I've got a date." It wasn't really a lie.

This time, Ronnie's eyebrows shot up with interest. "And you're coming back here in a couple of hours? Have I taught you nothing? Not very much positive optimism there, Matty. When did you stop expecting dates to end with sex?" He stood up and stretched the tired muscles in his back. "Or expecting them to end in really bad sex, if you look at it from another angle. You aren't having downstairs issues, are you?"

Matt rolled his eyes and roughly yanked his scarf around his neck. "It's a quick date, that's all. I never expect any date to end in sex. Then if they do, it's a pleasant surprise, isn't it?" He held his phone up, reminding his partner that he had it and then left before Ronnie could quiz him further. Maybe it was time to reveal to Ronnie what was going on with Vee. Maybe, by the time she stepped on that plane tonight, he would need to.

* * * * *

Now stuck in traffic in-bound to Heathrow Airport, Matt softly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the sleek car before reaching to adjust the heating. It felt like it had dropped a few degrees just between Vee's hotel and here. It almost felt like it was going to snow, but the forecast said it wasn't quite going to reach that just yet... )

Ronnie is an NPC. Not binding on any Ronnie muses.

Word Count | 3,743
Current Location: Heathrow Airport, London
Current Mood: cold