#delilamackenna

psd by @lvnderbrwn

      “They won’t know what hit em..”      }}

❝ You wouldn’t happen to know where the morgue was in this hospital would you? I um-- I-I followed the signs and keep ending up back here. ❞ Forensics case swinging on his shoulder a bit as fingers pointed to the ground beneath his feat. An almost distressed look on his face as he tried to play the innocent forensic trying to get to the right place, card. Sure, he wasn’t exactly lying when he said he was lost. He just sorta-- Didn’t belong in New York. So far away from Central. 

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      “I don’t need a goddamn wreath on my door. You’ve already hanged up a bloody       stocking in my TV, for fuck’s sake. I think that’s enough decoration for today”       Fingers kept tapping against the side of his glass of Scotch, dark eyes just staring       at the blonde as if she was just another Christmas decoration to get rid of. “I don’t       need mistletoe to get someone to kiss me”