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The wind had gusted, rattling the window again, and now the rain was beginning to make a patter. Sam’s eyes now raced over the doctor’s report, searching for phrases like “fugue state” or “multiple personality disorder.” He needed something. He hadn’t really seemed to have processed the fact that his wife and daughter were dead. According to the police report he had called 911 himself, and they had found him sitting right there, his hands still bloody, muttering, “I don’t know what happened.” And that was all they’d gotten from him since. Poor son of a bitch was being held for murder of his wife and infant daughter. “Flatness of affect,” was the phrase that came to mind, even before he’d found the doctor’s notes. Since he didn’t have an electronic copy, he couldn’t do a search for the words he sought. Sam sighed and turned back to his psych report, which he spread out all over the table. “You going to bring him here before I die of old age?” asked Sam, irritably checking the watch again. “Uh, hey, Sam? We were gonna bring Nick, but there’s been some kind of delay? I dunno, I can’t make sense of it.” “Dammit, Artie,” he said, turning and looking at the broad-faced jailer behind him. Sam must have been lost in thought, because he nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of the voice behind him. But the thought of sitting with a long neck beer while his older brother puttered around inside a car just made his face edge into a smile. His brother probably wouldn’t mind sticking his piece of shit car back together, although he’d give Sam a ribbing about it being made of plastic. Just what he needed: a commute back in the dark and rain, and here he’d blown a headlight and needed his wipers replaced. The wind had kicked up: it looked like a storm was blowing in. He pulled his jacket closer, and listened to the creaking outside the one, high window. It was supposed to convey the might and majesty of the legal system, but to him it was just an ugly, drafty old building that smelled like cleaning fluid that couldn’t quite mask the stench of urine.Īnd it was drafty as hell. Sam always hated meeting prisoners here, in this old slab of a building. Maybe he would try that herb tea he'd been reading about. Another 3 am wakeup last night: this sleeplessness was getting annoying.

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He was supposed to have reviewed it before he got here tonight, but then Brenda at Records couldn’t figure out how to use an encryption key with her email to save her worthless bureaucratic life (fucking government employees) so he’d had to drive out of his way to grab a hard copy and then hustle down to the county jail in the nick of time before visiting hours were over for the day. Sam grimaced and opened the newest file: the psychiatric evaluation. “The road to Hell,” muttered Sam, rolling his eyes, “is paved with Victor’s crap-ass metaphors.” “Drew the short straw this time, Winchester,” Victor had told him when he had handed over the files. To make things right.Sam checked his watch one more time and reviewed the stacks of legal briefs on the table in front of him. He said he would give anything to fix this.would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance.

Friends to Crushes to Strangers to Enemies to LoversĬody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil.

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death.

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