*STILL PISSED OFF.
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 , the doorknob reverberating ( once , twice ) off the wall . he takes no notice , stomping angrily into the room . in the back of his mind , his childhood therapist sighs . take deep breaths , she always told him , count to a hundred . he’d scoffed then , and he does the same now . anger is GOOD . better than being hurt , better than being scared . and he is scared now , a little . jakub is a good investigator , as loathe as he is to admit it . good enough to solve this case , maybe , when so far jason hasn’t been . and it’s not a competition – at least , it shouldn’t be . what matters is that the case is solved – but isn’t it , kind of ? one he’s losing . ❛ carlebach , ❜ he says , palms slamming against the man’s desk , ❛ you’ve been sniffing around my crime scene again . ❜ / / @carlebach .
THE DAY HAD GONE AS WELL AS IT COULD HAVE . well . until now . though , perhaps there was a silver lining to be found in the ... annoyingly noted dint in his drywall . jason’s on the warpath ... no change there , that underlying irritation something that has jakub’s mouth practically twitching at the corners . and while the room stills with the slap of palms against varnished wood , jakub simply continues what he was doing ---- tidying away his work , hands idling every so often when jason gives a hint of movement .
“ YOU FINISHED ? ” ... it’s not that the day had been taxing . it truly hadn’t , crime scenes taken in stride , photographs taken , nothing tampered with ... except perhaps an examiner who’s back pocket he’d lined with a fifty & who’s lips he’d busied for a good ten minutes . there’s a hum as he lowers his files into a drawer and turns the lock shut . “ i know you’re one t’state the obvious , but c’mon now ... y’mad at me ? for tryna solve missin’ kids cases ? ooh .. new low . y’think y’know a guy. ”











