Jokes on You (Part 2)

[Harland Quinn]

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Location: Babysitter's house

Harley found herself being led away from the babysitters house. This was all backwards she was supposed to be going in there. “Dammit Resnick let me go.” She’d resorted to calling him by his last name; though on the job it wasn’t unusual for her to call people by the last name. “I need to find my son.” If anything, she was on the other end of the situation now and it had been confirmed. Harley knew it was procedure to take her off the case but that wasn’t how she was seeing it.

If anything Harley was a fighter, though if last night had told them anything he didn’t put up with that well. Harley wanted in that house and she wasn’t going to stop fighting about it. The conversation on the radio became a blur, she was listening to key words and not listening for anything else.

Words around her were going in slow motion and she felt helpless. This wasn’t something Harley was used to or could process right away. She wasn’t even sure what she was leaning on when she felt cold metal against her cheek. Fearless leader had gone to distraught mother in no time flat.

∵ Trent Resnick ∵

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[attr="class","Harleynerlyric"]Les lumières sont éteintes et je te connais à peine
Je savais que tu viendrais

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[Trent Resnick]

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[attr="class","Trentright"] Trent pushed Harley over the trunk of their patrol car in much the same fashion you would a suspect. Harley needed to stop thinking with her head, if she was going to be kept on this case. That wouldn't happen if she kept acting as recklessly as before -- a time-out was needed. Whether Harley managed to pull things together or not, Trent would do everything possible to help his partner's son. "Don't make me put a leash on you," he growled in her ear. "Just listen." Trent knew that Harley could respond well to a proper show of dominance. She might be his Lieutenant, his boss but, right now, he needed to be in complete control. Trent pushed taut against Harley to make sure she couldn't run. "You and I are in this together but, if we head back inside, you need to listen to me. We'll find Patrick. Understood?" Trent understood the confusion -- the pain. Even if he didn't have children of his own. He saw it reflected each time he had to speak with a victim's family. Harley wasn't just a victim -- she was a cop. A firm, guiding hand would, hopefully, put her back on track. Harland Quinn [attr="class","Trentright2"]

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[Harland Quinn]

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[attr="class","Harleynert"]Harley knew her partner could be rough when he wanted to be. The growling in her ear sounded all fun and games, but him taking control of this situation was what she needed. Harley stared down at the car beneath her. Harley already knew Trent to be someone who followed through on their word. She trusted him probably more than she trusted anyone else; but trust was still hard for her when it came to men.

There was no struggle as he pushed her tight between him and the car. Her cheek rested on the hood of the trunk. “We have to find him.” It wasn’t an option. Harley felt like she was going to throw up her stomach was so sick. This is what getting upset did to her. It was a rise and fall.

She refused to cry, she wanted to cry but not here and not in front of Trent. Harley was a lot of things but human was still one of them. She’d handled this very same call, but this was her child and she wanted to change the rules.Her life was worth trading out for Patrick’s and as she laid there on the car she took a few deep breaths but didn’t struggle against Trent.

∵ Trent Resnick ∵

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[attr="class","Harleynerlyric"]Les lumières sont éteintes et je te connais à peine
Je savais que tu viendrais

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[Trent Resnick]

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[attr="class","Trentright"] Trent needed to remain in complete control of the situation. Parents, when their children were in danger, would go to extreme lengths to protect them. Unless Harley forced his hand, the two of them were in this together. Trent knew this one moment could define their entire partnership. "We will," he promised her. He kept his voice level and confident, exuding the stability she needed most right now. "You're my partner, Harley. We're going to do everything in our power to get Patrick back. And we will get him back." Trent cautiously shifted his weight, giving Harley room to move. If she didn't seem to be receptive, he could still force her back into position on the car hood. He'd prefer not to handcuff her, but he thought her a reasonable woman, so he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He hated to dredge up his demotion but, in this case, it might actually serve him well. "You took a chance on me for a reason. Because I'm a damn good cop and I get results." Even the strongest people could use a pep talk – Trent didn't think less of her for this. The tough girl act would fade. She was going to cry or puke or both. Then, hopefully, the two of them could do what they did best. Figuratively crossing his fingers, he hammered home the point. "Some lowlife wannabe isn't going to get the best of us." Harland Quinn [attr="class","Trentright2"]

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