Shadows and Mystery

"Well everything seems to be swell and dandy," she said, putting her hands back into the pockets of her overcoat since it was rather chilly out still. "Nothing has been harmed, I promise. Except perhaps my reputation as a graceful lady," she joked with another laugh, smiling at the man. "My, I hope this isn’t a dire sign of your day to come," she said, referring to how he had jumped into her.

The thought of this event being a possibility of things to come made him feel less than thrilled. "I'm just going to have to hope that this was a one time occurrence because if this is how the rest of my day is going to go, then I'm not very sure that I want to go through the rest of this day." 

She smiled at him, smoothing down the front of her coat. “Don’t be sorry, accidents happen. Besides, how else would I ever make new friends if nobody ever tried to run me over with snow,” she laughed, extending her hand. “Hi, I’m Hil’ry.”

Without wasting another moment, he took her hand in his, moving to almost kiss her knuckles, but catching himself. "Sorry, it's a bit of a habit." He lowered her hand, and spoke, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hilary, my name's Pete." 

Hearing a male voice cursing from right near by, she looked up and let out an involuntary yelp of surprise as a hard body crashed into her. Steadying herself before she actually fell, she smiled softly and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Oh, no. It’s alright. I’m just a bit startled,” she said, peering to where a fresh glob of snow had fallen. “My, my. You almost were turned into an icicle!”

He managed a laugh over her exclamation, "An icicle, or something of the sort. Either way, I have no intentions of trying to be frozen before a long shift of work. Are you alright, though? I'm afraid I ran into you pretty hard."

Stifling a yawn, Gordon didn’t see the thick black curls till they were practically shoved up his nose. 

"Ugh, what is this, ya wanna dance Petey? I’m sorry to say I left my good shoes at home." He chuckled tiredly, steadying the other man and glancing at the snow that had fallen. "Afraid to get your perm wet?" He taunted with a good natured grin as he smacked the other man’s arm. 

"Ya heading in right now?"

He smiled, and touched his hair slightly before playing along, "I paid a good deal of money to make sure these curls came out perfectly, I can't go around messing all of that up." 

With a nod, "Didn't I just get off work? I feel like I just got off work."

Her body going rigid, the blonde let out a yelp that caused her guard to jump to attention, her heart suddenly racing. It was an over-reaction of course, but the panic that set in as Pete grabbed hold of her was unavoidable. Quickly, pulling away from the man and taking a fast step backward, it took her a minute to regain her bearings and recognize the man. “Oh…Pete,” she spoke softly, looking from the man to the fallen clump of snow. “Well, it seems you moved in the knick of time.”

Trying to keep the conversation lighter, he turned to look at the pile of snow that had fallen before returning his eyes to her. It was inevitable. Pete would always think that she was beautiful. "It appears that I did." He flashed a smile at her.

"I can say that I am truly glad to run into someone. Although, the sentiment might not be the same on your end." Pete's fingers itched to reach out and touch her even just a little. "You're alright... right? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Her stride was interrupted by somebody moving her. “Hey what in Sam heck d’ y’ think y’er doin’ mister!” She exclaimed before noticing the pile of snow next to them. “Oh, did that just, y’ know?” She asked, pointing upwards to the roof of a building.

Stepping back after he realized that the lady was okay. "I'm really sorry about that, again. I just didn't have time to warn anyone as I didn't have much of a warning, myself."

PETE RIZZOLI; 28 × DETECTIVE × POLICE/ITALIAN × TAKEN

“I know that my fate lies in the hands of the devil, but it’s a fate with good intentions.”

Pete never thought that his life would be as complicated as it is today. However, it seems more apparent than ever to this double agent, that life is never easy, and you have to take the hand that fate has given, even if it doesn’t have a happy ending. Rizzoli leads a double life. He works as a detective for the Montford PD, but moonlights as a henchman. One that sometimes blurs the lines of right and wrong.

Rizzoli supplies Francesca and Gene with information on what the police do and don’t know about their dealings. He seems to always be one step ahead of Clarence and the force which is the reason he has yet to be caught, even after the war that almost tore this town apart. Rizzoli is good at heart, but the mafia life is seductive. He knows that his talents should be used to crack the cases that the other men can’t quite seem to, but a certain member of the mafia family seems to have clouded his judgement. He knows that pining for Eliza Capone is a waste of time, but it hasn’t kept him from looking her way.

» PERSONALITY

Rizzoli is an attentive fellow that is faithful to his own code. It is a code that hardly anyone understands, even the man himself, but he feels as if he knows his place in the world. He’s versatile enough to fade from mafioso to detective in a heartbeat, but that doesn’t stop him from being blunt and guarded with his cohorts. He’s a bias man, one that knows what he wants and will argue until you see it his way. It’s the reason he is so good at being a double agent; and although his tactics and morals may not be what one would perceive as good, it would be troublesome to tell him otherwise.

» RELATIONSHIPS 

JOSEPH MILIANI

ELIZA CAPONE

GRACE HOLIDAY

» CENSUS

Employer: Montford PD / Capone Family Mafia

Social Status: Upper Middle Class

Marital Status: Single