DS Matt Devlin
30 January 2010 @ 08:25 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Stress Relief  
It had been a hellish few days, to say the least. Matt had barely had time to scratch himself, let alone allow anyone else to scratch him, and it was just one of those types of cases where you had to drop everything else to focus on it. There had been some slight breakthroughs, of sorts. They just weren't entirely positive breakthroughs. To start, fibres from Hunt's car had been found under the victim's fingernails, and there was traces of DNA from the victim, Hunt, and other unknown persons in the back seat... from semen. None of it threw a positive light on Hunt, but at the same time, none of it was enough to convict him. He wasn't the only one who used his car, and with his sexual history, it wasn't a surprise that there were unknown semen traces in the back seat. The only thing was, the victim was there at some point in the recent past, though without a sworn statement from Hunt as to whether it was him who had the guy there, or the driver, it was just still all messy.

It had also hit a stalemate... )


Word Count | 4,396
 
 
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Location: London, England
 
 
 
DS Matt Devlin
25 January 2010 @ 05:57 pm
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] thinbluegee | When the shit hits the fan  
[Follows THIS and THIS]

It wasn't really a huge surprise when the case got passed over to Major Investigations and landed in Matt and Ronnie's lap. Of course, Matt actually knew nothing about it until he got the call in the very early hours of that morning, and it did make him wonder if Gee even knew. Tom was of high status in the city, and news of his accident had already leaked through the London's a-list, even if the details behind it hadn't. It was only a matter of time before his link to the paralegal murder came to light, though. Matt and Ronnie could invesitage the case, but they weren't miracle workers. They couldn't stop info getting out, even if they would try their hardest to conceal what they found so it didn't impede the investigation. Now they had a murder and a suspicious accident surrounding it. Matt was loathe to settle that the accident had nothing to do with anything and was just a coincidence. Talking to Thomas' driver was the first step, and Matt was already suspicious about why he would even have gotten behind the wheel of his employer's car drunk, and their questioning of him did nothing but make the shit
hit the fan of an already extremely messy case.

Before they even managed to get access to the guy's room, though, tox screens showed he had herione in his system, as if already having a blood alcohol content of 0.2 wasn't enough... )


Word Count | 3,977
 
 
Current Mood: working
Current Location: London, England
 
 
DS Matt Devlin
22 January 2010 @ 12:56 pm
[livejournal.com profile] musebysentence | 48.3. Hurt  
LINK: It was impossible to come out of this case without someone he knew getting hurt.
 
 
Current Location: London, England
Current Mood: predatory
 
 
DS Matt Devlin
19 January 2010 @ 12:46 am
RP LOG with [livejournal.com profile] nychandcuffs | Feathery Fiasco  
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Vee was grateful for at least one thing: no matter how fucked things had become, Matt still gave her warning of when he was coming home. Especially when she had promised to get them fish dinners and have them here ready for him. And she had, but then there had also been a lot of candles to set up, and music to put on. There was also the unwrapping of certain express post items, and emergency waxes.

Vee put on a black silk robe over the top of her surprise for Matt, and tried not to fidget too much. The outfit that Euan seemed to deem worthy of jerking off too was fucking uncomfortable. While she was no stranger to thongs, thongs with feathers that still managed to tickle the wrong places were another story. Then there was the bra. Her breasts felt like they were being coddled by baby ducklings, and Vee didn't find it particularly sexy. She just had to hope Matt did because she really, really needed to make up for her emotional, and devious, shortcomings.

She heard him start to come in the door, and did a quick final check of her hair, and make-up before she went to greet him with a smile. The black robe was still in place, and she stretched up to kiss his lips softly. "Welcome home, Detective. Can I take you coat?"

Matt hesitated just a little as he pulled his scarf off and placed his keys on the table beside the door... )


Word Count | 3,551
 
 
Current Location: London, England
Current Mood: hungry