neither of them wanted this, that much was obvious. not after what they did to each other. dallas held onto their bittnerness like a knife, ready to use it against others whenever needed. she hadn't always been one to hold a grudge, but the one she has for marcus stays close to her chest. they're in her apartment, standing in front of the wall of newspaper clippings, photos, and notes, all connected with red string. dallas shouldn't even be involved in this case, but she thought it was her right to be - after all, dallas and marcus are the ones who started it all, with that first cold case. 'look - i know this is the last place you wanna be. trust me. i'm not too fuckin' fond of you being here, either,' the words are spat out as they glance up at the work she's been doing. 'but we have to do this. no one else can, you know that, right?' @detharris.
