#caeloms

*steals their leather jackets*

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa:  definitely zelda. and every time she does it, catch alex laughing @ her and taking the piss. 

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: this is also something i can imagine zel doing. maybe @ work one day while alex is out with gene ... god, that’s so cute.  gene coming back and seeing it and getting mad because  “ that’s a table, EAGLE.  not  a bloody chalk board.  “ 

Who starts the tickle fights: both of them bc they are both dorks. 

Who starts the pillow fights: again, both of them. they’re both as bad as one another and i love love love them sm.  

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: alex.  for sure, it’s alex.  she just watches zelda, lovey, affectionate expression across her features, hearts in her eyes.  

Who mistakes salt for sugar:  lmfao zelda. probably bc alex swapped them on purpose ;) 

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: im gonna say . . . zelda?  probably crept into the kitchen for a midnight snack but forgot the microwave made THAT much noise. 

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:  both of them for sure! they throw them @ one another all of the time. probably have competitions of who can make the cheesiest pick up line up ever.  

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:   alex?  i mean, she isn’t that fussed about organisation but if she was bored one day and zelda was out, she’d probably do it to pass the time. 

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: zelda, for sure! alex probably tells her off ... but smirks as she’s doing it. 

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: MATE WE BOTH KNOW THIS IS ALEX BLOODY DRAKE. 

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:  HEHEHEHE, zelda does it to alex bc she knows it drives her mad.  especially if she’s just showered ... it’s cute tho. 

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: alex for zel. god damn it. 

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: zelda, probably. but alex will find it cute and do it with her. 

 ❝   I  CAN’T  HELP  BUT  NOTICE  that you and drakey have been getting awfully close lately.   ❞   there’s something in gene’s eyes    —   jealousy,  perhaps ?  ever - so - honest  tongue  wets the corner of thin lips,  stern gaze burning holes through  ZELDA.     ❝   the  last  i knew,  old  bolly knickers was as straight as my pinky finger.  ❞    he’d been drinking.  hell, they’d all been drinking.     ❝  so what’s the deal, my good friend the yank ?  should i be concerned that you’re leading my  PARTNER astray ?  ❞

there are few people on the other side, some of whom are speaking with the local PD. they will argue of course- they already talked to the police, do they have to repeat it to you too? and of course, they do.

one of the people on the other side of the tape is nearer, and Teresa’s focus goes to her first. she’s tall, bleached-blond and thin. Teresa raises the tape above her head to step under. ❝Ma’am?❞ she calls to get the young woman’s attention. ❝Hi, I’m Special Agent Teresa Lisbon. I wanted to ask you a few questions about what you might have seen here today?❞ her tone is gentle; being on the scene of a murder is tough for anyone, especially the first time around.

          “Don’t condescend to me.”

          Margarethe is scowling ferociously. It’s not helping Zelda’s task: cleaning and bandaging the cut on her forehead, which Margarethe earned after an utterly pathetic display up on deck. God! She hates boats (even yachts), she hates the water, and she hates humiliation most of all.

          “You’re not the one who made a fool of yourself.” Margarethe’s head twitches back. “Careful! For God’s sake.” No acknowledgment of the fact that she is making Zelda’s work infinitely harder, barely even trying to hold still. “I don’t know who came up with the idea of... Ugh. Yacht parties. Oh, very good, pour champagne into your guests--float them out into the middle of the ocean so they can partake and then drown like... Like... Natalie Wood. Ouch!”

          She jerks back again. She looks at Zelda--really looks at her this time, as though she’d never quite seen her face before that moment, broken into rainbow prisms through the lenses of her reflexive tears. “And what on earth,” she says, “are you doing working on a boat?” She looks Zelda up and down. “Shouldn’t you be... In school?”