Detective Euan Fitzpatrick

"You've reached Detective Euan Fitzpatrick, NYPD Twenty-Fifth Precinct. I am unavailable to take your call, but if you leave a message after the tone, I'll be in touch as soon as I can."




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LINK: Why the shitting hell did I come to London again?

6.18. "If I'm not back in five minutes... wait longer!"
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Euan really shouldn't have gotten out of bed that day. That realisation because more and more clear to him as the day progressed and he began to feel increasingly more crap as the hours passed. Lunch was a huge mistake. Knowing he had a long haul interrogation ahead of him, he should have taken the signals and realised that he wasn't just exhausted, he was just feeling plain sick. The pnuemonia had been one thing and contracted because of the plane journey, but in general, he rarely got sick. He had always had a tough constitution and most things apparently passed him by while they struck others down around him. He didn't take notice of the signs and figured it would all just pass anyway. Maybe overdoing it in Amsterdam after already knackered from trying to find his feet in London. Whatever it was, Euan found himself in the hours following lunch with Vee feeling unnervingly like he was going to throw up. Or maybe worse. Right then, his gut could completely rebel and throwing up might be the least of worries.

( Still, he was good at masks and good at concealing what he was really feeling. Perfect at it, even... )


Word Count | 1,782

LINK: Airports fucking suck.

LINK: Wet tshirts. I'll drink to that.

LINK: Surrounded by female coppers... whattya know, God does listen to prayers.

LINK: Euan figured the perfect way to deal with the shite of jetlag was to get royally drunk before bed... in fact, the perfect way to deal with a lot of things was to get royally drunk.

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