#forrkeeps

There was never a shortage of murder in Las Vegas. On any given day, Greg could find himself in a penthouse in the ritziest hotel in town, or waist-deep in a runoff slew, fishing bits and pieces of slimy gunk out of the filters.

It kept things interesting, though he had to admit: any day that didn't involve hip waders and a skimmer was a better one.

Cherry de Vine had been a stage act at Shaken & Stirred for years-- a perpetual up-and-coming star that never seemed to get the break she needed.

Someone had stabbed her in her apartment, and Nick and Greg had drawn the long straw... The short one was Warrick and Catherine fishing a floater out of Lake Mead.

"No sign of forced entry. You think she knew the killer?" Greg asked, shifting his field kit to his other hand, and shuffling through the door.

The inside of the apartment looked like you'd picture a showgirl's dressing room in an 80s film. Glitter and clothes, and more high heels than Greg could shake a stick at. A mess with a big blood stain in the middle of the floor.

↣ THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

"Not hiding," Ira responds, smiling warmly, because he is warm, and he is bright, and he doesn't hide from anything, and certainly not from anyone. He has, however, been a touch unreachable for a few days, as he's had something he's been working on that's been taking a fair amount of his time. Something could be said about muse, but that would only make him sound pretentious, and Ira hates to sound pretentious.

@forrkeeps​ said: CONFESSION

     They had been separated for months and truth be told, he wasn’t entirely sure why Arthur was here to begin with. In the first few months, he’d stayed with some Druids. After he thought it might be safe to stay with his mother, he did so. As far as he knew, Arthur’s knights had already been to Ealdor, there was no reason for Arthur himself to show up there. However, there had been a knock at the door and Merlin cast the spell over himself quickly before his mother opened it. Hunith seemed startled and he stood to go see who was there.

     “Arthur? What are you doing here?”

     They had tried at a relationship, they had tried to be together after everything was out in the open and there was no more war to be worried about. And yet everything had gone downhill and it had gone downhill fast. He had never thought he’d see Arthur again and truthfully, it would probably be for the best because it would leave less explanations that he was not ready to give. Hunith allowed Arthur in and busied about making them some tea. He stood awkwardly in the kitchen with Arthur, wondering what he was doing there still and worried the other man might be able to see through his glamour. He should tell him the truth, tell him their union brought about something that shouldn’t even be possible and yet ...

     Two mugs were sat at the table and Hunith told him she’d be outside if he needed her. Merlin opened his mouth to complain, but she was gone before he had a chance to say anything. Darn, his mother knew just what she was doing. Merlin sat down, having felt the need to not be on his feet in recent months as it was.

     “Well, sit down. My mother didn’t make you tea for nothing, you know. And you can also start by telling me what you’re doing here too.”

    “There you are, sire! What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be at the feast?” Merlin had been there, but when more and more people started realizing that the king wasn’t there, he had to go see what was going on. “Come on. You’ll miss the present opening if you don’t show up.” He wandered over to Arthur and wondered if he was sick or something. Surely he hadn’t fallen ill without him noticing, but then, illness had been more likely to spread around this time of the year. “Arthur? Are you alright?”