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“One of those faces?” Will found it difficult to imagine that. He had a sharp memory and he usually remembered the people he came across, especially when they had such beautiful features as this woman did. But although he remembered her, he couldn’t quite recall from what or where. Luckily, she offered some assistance in that regard.

Eyebrows rose slightly, as if the information all came back to him now. “I was there, yes. Were you one of the speakers?”

“Oooh Lord no!” she chuckles out. “Believe me, my brand of psychotherapy gets a lot of dismissive looks and tuts from our esteemed colleagues. Not that it bothers me. In fact, I find I quite enjoy making those stuffed shirts get all blustery and outraged by recommending we care more for our clients than what we can earn from their continued custom”.

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Leaving the busy market behind it was a blessing stepping into the more shady side streets with the temperature cooling down and less people around. It was hot in Kingston, probably one of the hottest days of the year, but this could also be one of her luckiest.

A pirate captain, William Vane, had come to visit the town with the intention of hiring a navigator. His life was happening at sea most of the times, that’s for sure, but for hiring a new crew member he definitely had to go ashore and hold a meeting in a tavern somewhere far from the centre. It was called ‘The Drunken Hen’, a popular tavern for pirate meetings.

And the pirate captain was vain indeed. Ayako had heard stories about him, saw him on wanted posters scattered everywhere she had went. Probably his handsome appearance had given him the name but since he had to change it now he was called ‘Vane’. Vain but deadly. Although he was one of the youngest pirate captains she knew he was infamous already. He and his ship Rosamunde.

Clothed not as a lady but as a man Ayako entered the street where she saw the hen hanging over the entrance door. Women weren’t welcomed in pirate crews since they said they would bring misfortune and death. So her first attempt on convince the pirate capatin to hire her it was her looking as a man clothed in typical pants, a white shirt, a pair of suspenders and a cap on top of her hidden long hair. She even dirtied her face with coal to cover her feminine features.

Actually she didn’t thought of him being that dumb but maybe he would be so friendly to even hire a woman. She would take the risk.

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Amidst singing drunkards, courtesans and people fighting for fun Aya stood in line for having a talk with Vane who let the many applicants introduce themselves, sitting at a table with him, one after another. Some were only sitting there for about ten seconds, others for even a few minutes. All in all she waited for half an hour to have her own special turn.

Since everyone knew who he was she could imagine that he didn’t want to introduce himself first so Aya sat down on the chair and started talking, lowering her voice so the masquerade wouldn’t fall so fast.

“Being up in the middle of the night and staring out the window doesn’t seem like nothing.” Will was careful with his words. He remained on the edge of the bed as he watched his wife stand on the other side of the room. Not being able to sleep wasn’t new to him. He just did not know she suffered from it as well.

“Would you.. maybe like some tea?” He offered a smile with that as well.

It wasn’t often that Caillen suffered from sleepless nights. When she did, it was usually due to having too much on her mind.  Thoughts that were impossible to express to others who wouldn’t possibly ever understand her for having them. She was never the best at confiding in others. It was rare for her to confide in her own siblings. A secret or two might have been shared with her companions but even so, even they never truly knew what went on within her mind.

“The view, it’s become one of my favorites. The night makes it even more so.” She softly replied. It was a mere half truth but just enough to keep him from being any kind of concerned. At least that’s what she hoped.  

Their bedroom overlooked one particular section of the gardens she found most beautiful. Though gorgeous during the day, it was night that made it seem much more magical. Especially when the moon risen at it’s highest and shined down on the various flowers that continued to be in bloom.

She turned slightly to look at him, a small smile of her own showing upon her features. After thinking for a moment, she gently declined with a,” No thank you.”

As she turned to return her gaze to the garden below, her smile slowly faltered while her mind took her back to the conversation that she had overheard not long ago. Letting a few moments of silence between them settle between them, she was the first to break it by asking,” Do you believe there’s a chance that you could ever truly love me?” Though it may have been a random inquiry to him, there was reason behind her asking.

“I would like yer honesty. And please, do not tell me you already do because you don’t. Not really.”  If he even dared to get her to believe he did she wouldn’t hear of it. She rather be told a hurtful truth rather then such a ridiculous lie. “No matter yer answer it won’t change anything.”  

The summer was upon them, and it had been six months since he had gained full custody of his children after their mother’s passing. No more weekend visits, the children moved in with him and they had started working towards a new normal. School was done, and Michael decided it was time to finally do something fun.

The cabin he had rented was on a lake, with a few others surrounding it. June had helped unload the truck for exactly two seconds and Jolene had helped for three before darting off to the water.

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William Harrison - gotta be the shrink.

Wonderful, and before she’s had her refill of coffee too. She thought she still had some time before he arrived, calculating another two cups before the psycho-babble bullshit started. Being wrong wasn’t new to the detective, she was only human after all, but damn did she ever hate when she was.

Expressionless features hardened (maybe there was a small tint of irritation across her freckled face rather) and she stood with her back straight in the doorway, arms crossing over her chest, cup tucked underneath - she resisted the facial tick of a wince as it was only now she realized how tense she actually was from sitting her chair for almost two hours, her back was killing her. But she had to look professional, there was no telling what he would think if he saw how she carried herself if she were alone. Why should his opinion really matter anyway? It was a fair question, though she was already painfully aware of the answer; good impressions make for good reports, which means I’ll get rid of him faster if I just play the part. Not that she was completely pretending, but - well, she wasn’t about to be entirely cooperative (so what if she faked it a little bit?)

“It’s actually Detective Mason,” Kimberly corrected, keeping her voice leveled despite the slight annoyance - she had worked very hard to earn that title, it’s only fair to be recognized as such. “And I would be her. I suppose you are the psychiatrist Chief Rockwell hired to speak with me?” She was certain, though it never hurt to ask.

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