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privatematterᴡʜᴏ Shannon Vaughn (privatematter), Eli Delacroix (aspectional), Javier Vasquez and Matheus Rocha.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ Pictured: Shannon Vaughn. Seriously.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Chicago PD.
ᴡʜᴇɴ 1990, about five months after Eli returned from his Jumpscapades.
It was an average day at work. Busy enough with paperwork piling up after the department's big case getting cracked open a few days prior, but nothing especially noteworthy now that all the ne'er do wells and their accomplices had been rounded up. Perhaps the most miraculous thing was that only one officer had ended up in the hospital with injuries. Everyone was abuzz with it, but life went on regardless of what they had all accomplished.
Mostly, it meant Shannon didn't have time to go meet with Eli for lunch as had become the norm over the last few weeks. Ever since they had gotten through the barrier of Eli's social ineptitude and admitted, yes, they were dating and, yes, it was okay to see each other every day or however often they liked, they had met up for one reason or another away from the rest of their friends and family. Just them. But, no, Shannon was stuck in the hum drum of paperwork and was quite focused on his task enough that calling hadn't even jumped to mind; he was sliding along the slipstream of thoughts to keep him on his toes, anything to not get locked up on some tiny detail no one else cared about.
Either Eli would get mad and eventually forgive him, or initiate the call to ask what had happened. Shannon wasn't too terribly worried, considering that Eli actually trusted him after all the shit the alternate versions of himself had put the poor guy through. Shannon was easy to sidetrack, but his loyalty and attention were second to none.
privatematter), Eli Delacroix (aspectional), Javier Vasquez and Matheus Rocha.ᴡʜᴀᴛ Pictured: Shannon Vaughn. Seriously.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Chicago PD.
ᴡʜᴇɴ 1990, about five months after Eli returned from his Jumpscapades.
It was an average day at work. Busy enough with paperwork piling up after the department's big case getting cracked open a few days prior, but nothing especially noteworthy now that all the ne'er do wells and their accomplices had been rounded up. Perhaps the most miraculous thing was that only one officer had ended up in the hospital with injuries. Everyone was abuzz with it, but life went on regardless of what they had all accomplished.
Mostly, it meant Shannon didn't have time to go meet with Eli for lunch as had become the norm over the last few weeks. Ever since they had gotten through the barrier of Eli's social ineptitude and admitted, yes, they were dating and, yes, it was okay to see each other every day or however often they liked, they had met up for one reason or another away from the rest of their friends and family. Just them. But, no, Shannon was stuck in the hum drum of paperwork and was quite focused on his task enough that calling hadn't even jumped to mind; he was sliding along the slipstream of thoughts to keep him on his toes, anything to not get locked up on some tiny detail no one else cared about.
Either Eli would get mad and eventually forgive him, or initiate the call to ask what had happened. Shannon wasn't too terribly worried, considering that Eli actually trusted him after all the shit the alternate versions of himself had put the poor guy through. Shannon was easy to sidetrack, but his loyalty and attention were second to none.
