Detective Wheeler

Spooky

2008-10-30T00:39:00Z

I feel like I've been cooped up for weeks. And it's almost Halloween and I don't have a costume. And Halloween coming up also means my birthday is coming up. Ew.

"So I'm going to assume we're on first name basis now and say, hi Colin. It's Wheeler. Megan Wheeler. And totally not in the James Bond kind of way. Though...that is a costume idea...anyway. I seem to remember drunken talk of you and I keeping each other company at this Halloween party. Still up for it? I was going to skip, but I'd like to get really drunk the night before my birthday. Without the drunken sex. Call me."

I don't want another birthday. I really don't. Charlie still isn't wanting to talk. Lou is still missing. I've been doing a lot of thinking, too. I'm not so sure I like what I'm thinking. Maybe it's the birthday thing that has me evaluating life, maybe it's that everything is in shambles again...I don't know. All I do know is...I'm starting to doubt that I want to be a cop anymore..

(For those who don't remember or know, Megan's bday is the day after Halloween. I know we have stuff going on this weekend for the party, BUT after that dies down if anyone wants to buy Meg a drink or hang out or whatever, I'm gonna have her out at at bar the night of her bday [Nov 1]. We can do a chat or...she can sit there and get drunk alone. Either way. Just let me know.)

Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night...

2008-10-13T14:33:03Z

If Charlie wasn't being so stubborn I'd tell him how much I need him around right now. Fuck. The fact that I'm even feeling that. But I do. I need him.

I haven't felt this alone in so long and I don't know what I'm doing.

Lou's been MIA. The last I spoke to him, a week ago, he didn't have much to tell me. All I've learned is that Dad was helping these guys - these bad guys - with their financial things and advising them. Whether on his own will or not, I don't know. And I know Dad was going to meet with one of them the day he disappeared. That's it. And now Lou is MIA. And I don't know his last name, so it's not so easy to look him up.

And I can't tell Karen because she won't let me. I've tried bringing Dad up and she changes the subject. I can't talk to Mom. Ross...well, we don't talk much about personal stuff anymore. Alex...I never see anymore.

That's it.

And drowning myself in work isn't doing much to help, because....it's just not.

So what does Meg do? Reverts back to old ways. Goes to a bar, has some drinks, goes home with a guy. Just my luck, when my head clears, I realize I know him. Fuck.

Fine.

2008-10-04T14:42:58Z

I know I've been busy the past couple months, I know I've been consumed with this shit with my dad and talking to John...and I know Charlie and I have been having some ups and downs....doesn't mean I want this. We don't need a fucking "break". I'm not doing it again. The back and forth, are we or aren't we...I had enough of that last year. I can't do it again. ~~Especially not when I know what I want this time around.~~

But I'll be a big girl and go with it. If he needs it, he needs it. I'll be fine.

Just fine.

Fine fine fine.

To make it all perfect, I have lunch plans with his sister today. Just what I get for becoming friends with her.

Something ~ RP Moment

2008-09-17T23:39:24Z

(Backdated a week or so. Since DW sucks and is torturing me with this "not giving us more about Meg" thing, I'm opening up story to her father. If canon decides to jump in and say something else - I'll see where to go from there.)

She was nervous as hell.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so nervous.

Still in her work clothes, Megan entered the diner she was was meeting the man in. She'd had to cancel plans with Charlie, but as quickly as she'd decided to call the guy back - she realized she had to just go with it. And he'd asked her to meet that night. So there she was.

Looking around, she tried to figure out who he might be. Her eyes stopped on a booth where a man sat alone. He glanced at her and met her eyes. She couldn't read him at all, but something sent a chill down her back. In the next moment he grinned and stood up. "Damn, you're a Wheeler. No doubt."

She raised a brow and moved over. "Megan Wheeler," she nodded. She held her hand out and he looked her up and down.

"Little Megsie Wheeler. Ain't seen ya since you were shittin' your diaper."

"Uh.." Both brows went up at that. "We...we met?"

"Sure did. You were a cute, chubby little thing. 'Lotta freckles. Still got 'em, too! Ha!" He ran his hand over chin and he and moved to plop back down in the booth.

It was a sit or run moment for her. This guy was definitely...something else. She heaved a sigh and sat. She'd come this far after all...

"You said on your message that you knew my dad."

"Sure as hell did! Me an' your old man worked together."

"At his office?" She asked.

He leaned back and looked around. "'ey before we get inta all'a this let's get some coffee. Hey Sophie! Coffee!" He drummed his hands to the table and looked back to Megan with a grin. "So you a cop, huh?"

"I am," she nodded. "A Detective." She wasn't interesting in prolonging the talk, so she dove right back in. "Did you know my mom, too?"

"Met her a few times. Nice lady."

Megan nodded. "Can..can you just tell me how you knew my dad?"

"It's like I said, we worked together. Not in his office, but...y'know..around."

She tensed up at that and sat straighter in her seat. When a coffee cup was placed in front of her she wrapped her fingers around it tightly, but didn't drink. "Around where?"

He took a long sip of his coffee and shrugged. He set it back down and looked around the diner, then back to Meg. "Don't wanna know my name, kiddo?"

"What's your name?" She rolled her eyes.

"John," he grinned, all teeth. "John Smith." She gave him an unamused stare. He laughed.

"Right. And?"

"And me and your Dad met through a guy I knew. Guy I worked for. We hit it off, started goin' 'round together. Y'know."

Megan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She shook her head and looked at him again. "I don't know, but I'd really like to. Were...was..was my dad a.." She couldn't even form the words.

"Was he what?"

She shrugged. "Like The Soprano's."

He laughed again, his hand slapping the table. "That's a good one, Megsie! No, no. Nothin's like The Soprano's. Nothin' I know about."

She dropped her hands from her coffee and leaned forward with a glare. "Did you bring me here to be obnoxious and evasive or are you going to tell me what you know about my father not coming home?"

John watched her, then crossed his arms to his chest. "I can't say things 'bout before that, but I can say we were supposed to meet up that day. He never showed."

"And how is that helpful?"

"He called me on his way, said he had a stop t'make. Said he'd be a minute. Minute came to an hour, hour came to never. Started hearin' awhile later that he wasn't around. I figured..." he shrugged. "I figured he took off. He'd been talkin' 'bout it. Thought...he was gone."

"Why didn't you look for us? For his family?"

"Didn't figure he left you behind." John met her eyes seriously. "He loved you. Always went on about all'a you. Figured he took his lady and his girls and left. Not long after - I got outta the city myself."

"Why contact me now?"

"Just been hearin' things lately. Last year or two. I started snoopin' and realized I was wrong. That you were still here, even though he wasn't."

"Do you know what ha-" she stopped for a breath. She couldn't bear to say it that way. "Do you know where he is?"

"Sure don't, kiddo. But I'm tryin' to figure it out."

Her eyes dropped to her hands as they twisted together. She breathed softly for a moment or two and didn't look up as she asked, "Was he a good guy?"

John watched her and slowly nodded his head. "Best man I ever known." Her eyes met his and neither spoke. He held her gaze for a bit before he dropped his head and picked up his coffee to sip at. "Anyways, said my piece. All I gotta say for now."

"You're still looking..into things?"

He nodded. "I'll call ya."

"Should I be worried?" She tilted her head at him slightly, still curious as to who the hell he was. She still had no answers to the kind of work he and her father did.

"I'll let ya know," he said.

"Okay.." she rubbed her face quickly and stood. "I have to go." She pulled out her wallet to get cash for her coffee, but he waved her off.

"Nah, just go."

She nodded and stepped back. "Thank you."

He just grinned. She turned and began to walk off, then turned back and squinted her eyes at him questioningly. "Why..why were you calling me Megsie?"

His eyes came up from the paper he'd already opened and he looked at her, then shrugged. "It's what Johnny always called ya." She bit her lip, looked to her feet, and walked away.

Walking home was hard. Her knees shook, her legs threatened to give out, but she kept going. She waited until she was through her front door and close to the couch before she fell over. Her hands came to her mouth as everything began to shake. She barely heard a whine as Pup jumped onto the couch and curled against her.

Privacy? Who needs it?

2008-09-14T00:55:58Z

It's been a long week. I met up with a guy that knew my dad, my boyfriend is pissed at me, and I forgot my sister's birthday. Fuck.

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Shit.

2008-09-04T18:06:44Z

What is it with strikes and people deciding to take their cars to the strikers? Didn't some TV guy get the same treatment during that strike last year? Honestly.

I got a voicemail on my cell two days ago. From some guy that knew my dad. I have no clue how he got my phone number. He said he wants to meet, but he didn't really explain who he was or how he knew Dad. I haven't called him back. I don't know that I want to learn anything else. Maybe not knowing a thing is best.

..or maybe I should look into who the guy is and then decide. Not that I can just yank that up on the system at my desk. Not without reason.

I haven't told Charlie about it, or my sister, or my mom...or anyone.

And all the same...I can't delete the damn thing.

I...I don't know what to do.

And the truth is...Charlie doesn't know anything about my dad. I said he's not around now. I've been letting him assume whatever it is he assumes. It's not like I know anything real to tell him. Other than the man didn't come home from work one day, and some twenty years later I learn that it might be tied to the mob. Oh yea, great story.

det_mwheeler @ 2008-08-31T20:50:00

2008-09-01T00:53:12Z

Beer would be good. No..Crown would be good. Maybe with a splash of soda.

I can't believe I gave in to an apology of Oreos and coffee. Though the sad puppy face did its bit. Either way, wasn't quite in the mood to have him spend the night.

Headaches ~ RP Moment

2008-08-28T01:01:25Z

She got out of Charlie's truck and went for the front door of her building. He started to follow, but she turned around. "Goodnight, Charlie."

He gave her his best pout. "I can't come up?"

"Not tonight."

"Please?" He moved closer and tried to set his hands to her hips, but she stepped away.

"I'll put it to you this way," she said coolly. "I have a headache. And it's probably going to last the week."

"Aww, Meg, you're not mad are you?"

"Are you serious?"

"Are you?" He looked genuinely confused. She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"After tonight, yea."

"We had dinner with my sister...I thought you liked my sister."

"I do," she nodded.

"So what's wrong?"

She shook her head then looked at him again. "You told Julie I have commitment issues."

"You do. I-I mean, so what? We all do." He quickly corrected himself at the look she gave him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "But..you do. And..it's okay.."

"You told your sister I have commitment issues!" She moved forward to hit him in the arm. Hard.

"Ow! I'm sorry, Meg. She's..she's my sister. I tell her things."

"She asked me if I ever think about having kids and you laughed and said, 'Meg? No, Meg here has commitment issues.' What the hell, Charlie?"

"I didn't laugh...I..chuckled." She glared at him. "I'm sorry, honey. Please...let me up. We'll talk it out."

"Goodnight, Charlie." She turned on her heel and went inside.

Going home ~ RP Moment (set for late last night)

2008-08-17T12:31:19Z

Meg wearily dragged herself up the steps of her building and headed down the hall. She smiled when she saw Charlie sitting on the floor in front of her door. She came to a stop and looked down at him with a tilt of her head. His eyes were closed. She didn't mind taking that as a free chance to check him out.

After a moment or two a slow smile came to his lips. "I hope that's you, baby, and not some freaky neighbor."

"Depends who you're calling baby," she replied. His eyes opened and he looked up at her with an intense, but still smiling stare.

"Only you," he answered. She held out a hand to help him to his feet. "Well..you and Java."

She laughed. "I wouldn't dare deprive Java of his time with you by becoming jealous." He chuckled and waited as she unlocked the door and let them in. After shutting the door, his hands rested on her hips from behind and he leaned in to kiss her neck gently.

"Go get ready for bed. I'll feed the heathens."

Her eyes closed and her breath caught at the feel of his mouth to her skin. "Don't call them heathens."

"Mmm-hmm." He let his lips roam a bit more and pulled her closer against him. She leaned back with a sigh. "I missed you," he whispered.

"Did you?"

"Yea."

"I missed you, too," she replied, surprisingly easily. He sighed and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"We should get out of town for a few days. Things've been so crazy I feel like I've barely seen you."

"A vacation? Together?" The comforting and easy fear began to rise in her once more.

"That'd be ideal, yea." He tightened his arms around her. "Don't over think it, just come away with me."

"Where would you want to go?"

"Will Karen let us use the condo at the Shore?"

"Probably."

"Okay, then," he kissed her neck again and she turned her face to him. He moved his mouth to her lips and kissed her slowly. She turned her body around to meet his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She pulled back after a bit to catch her breath. She stayed close with her eyes still shut. "Hurry up and feed the heathens," she murmured.

Melting Meg lives...

2008-08-04T23:37:52Z

(For Wendy who requested a ::gasp!:: real Megpost!...granted she asked a week or so ago, but...yea...)

One reason I've never left my apartment building? The super likes me and lets me have my pets in house. Plus...you know, great location, and..it's home. However, not much can be said for the state of the building itself. Bad enough it's a walk up and the stairwell always has...an interesting smell, and it's real easy to catch your finger in the trash shoot down the hall...

The AC and heating isn't always reliable. In fact, it's so unreliable that the AC went out completely two nights ago in the entire building. I'm not so spoiled that I need it, but it's August. Fans are not enough. So I've moved out of my apartment for a few days. I should be able to go back soon, which will be nice. Though really - it's also nice to be living somewhere that isn't melting the skin off my body.

And it's surprisingly unweird "living" with Charlie for a few days. Maybe because I know I'll be out soon?

Taking One Down ~ RP Moment

2008-07-27T05:24:47Z

"Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around.."

Megan curled up closer to Charlie on the couch and rubbed his back gently. He sighed against her. "Run away with me," he whispered.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not that crazy about you, yet, and because you can't hide."

"Isn't that what I'm doing here?"

"True...okay. Well, you can't run away."

"How about a vacation?"

She started to reply, but stopped. "A vacation? Where to?"

"Anywhere."

Meg frowned and tipped her face up to look at him. She kissed his jawline lightly. "I'm sorry you had a bad day, Charlie."

He closed his eyes as her mouth hit his skin. "It's okay. It's nice to have someone that I can tell I had a bad day."

"You do have that."

Charlie sighed and pulled her closer. "I had a bad day, Meg." She moved over slightly and kissed his lips.

"It'll be okay."

I'm Just A Girl ~ RP Moment

2008-07-24T00:17:53Z

She sighed at her appearance in the mirror. "Why did I agree to this?" Charlie smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind, brushing a kiss to her neck.

"Because you can't say no to me?"

"Or I'm an idiot."

"You said it, not me."

She rolled her eyes and swatted his head. "I mean it..you should go without me. You'll make a much better impression."

"What?" He pulled her around to face him and set his hands on her hips. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said, looking down.

"Somethin' is. You've been off all week." She chewed on her lip and still kept her face down. "Honey.." he moved a hand to her cheek and made her look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe it's just too soon for you to be showing me off to your friends as your girlfriend."

He raised a brow. "First off..last I checked - you are my girlfriend. In case you forgot the insanely embarrassing moment of me askin' you to be. And secondly, haven't you already introduced me to Alex?" She nodded slowly and he nodded with her. "So try another excuse."

"They might not like me," she mumbled.

"Why not?"

"Because...I'm not even girly enough around cops - how can I be girly around your friends that aren't cops?" She looked at him, her face in slight desperation.

"Not girly enough? Meg, you've left me a mile behind you. Slow down so I can catch up."

"The baby shower, Charlie! The baby shower!"

"Right. What about it?" He pulled her closer.

"I didn't know anything. I mean..clothespins, and..and year old cake?"

His brows furrowed and he considered that. "Year old cake? Gross."

"No..no, the..tradition, or whatever. Where you save a slice of cake from your wedding or baby shower and eat it a year later. I..it didn't make sense to me. The posterity or whatever. And everyone looked at me like I was an idiot."

"It's okay. Not everyone does that, and..you don't have to know about it."

"And I didn't know about the clothespin game. And I couldn't dress the bear with my blindfold...and my present was stupid."

Charlie closed his eyes for a deep breath. He opened them again and looked at her. "You're beating yourself up for no reason. I don't know what the bears and clothespins have to do with anythin', but...how many baby showers have you been to?"

"Karen's..but..we didn't do that stuff."

"And your present was beautiful. I bet Alex loved it."

"Everyone else got her nice things..things that..you know, she needed."

"From what I understand, a rockin' chair is important."

She sighed and shook her head, looking into his eyes. "I'm not...I don't know these things. What's wrong with me that I don't get it? That I don't want kids or-"

He raised a brow slightly. "You don't?"

Her already pale skin paled even more. "I-well-I mean...why? D-do..you?" Her heart pounded. She had not meant to go there with the conversation. It was the last place she wanted to go. She knew how things went when two people wanted different things.

"I think.." he scratched his head. "Is that somethin' we gotta discuss now?"

"No," she said quickly. "Not at all."

"Good," he noticeably relaxed. "Okay...stop beatin' yourself up. Don't worry about what you know and don't know or what people think about you as a woman...'cause know what?" He pulled her closer again and she shook her head. He smiled lightly. "I'm crazy about every bit of my woman."

A little smile came to her lips. "Yea?"

"Yea," he nodded. He kissed her gently and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her tightly against himself and brushed his lips to her ear. "In fact.." he slowly started leading her back towards the bed, pulling at the hem of her shirt.

Email

2008-07-02T15:22:14Z

TO: Detective Nina Cassady
FROM: Detective Megan Wheeler
SUBJ: long time..

..no see. How's it going? Are you alive? I know things have been insane with this case. I know it's a bit short notice, but what are you up to tonight?

Lazy Sundays RP Moment

2008-07-01T03:06:55Z

Her eyes were closed, but she felt his fingertip against her face. He was softly touching her freckles and she knew he was silently counting them. She smiled lightly and grabbed hold of his fingers. "Stop that," she murmured, coming out of her peaceful sleep.

"Why?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why?"

"Mmm...cuz I'll go get dressed."

He pulled her close in his arms and tucked his face into her neck. "No you won't."

"No..I won't," she agreed. "But leave my freckles out of this."

"I like your freckles."

"Do you like sex?" She opened one eye and stared at him. He laughed.

"Is that a warning?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I hate your freckles."

"Good." She closed her eyes with a sigh and relaxed against him.

He lay with her quietly for awhile before speaking up again. "I think Ross hates me now."

"Ross has always hated you."

"Has not!"

"Don't take it personally. You know he's weird."

"I know that you two have some sort of friendship...I don't think he likes that we're dating."

"No..he doesn't like that I didn't tell him we were dating," she said. "I don't think he liked that little surprise."

"You two talk about those things?"

"Occasionally. I don't know."

"Do I have to worry about him asking my intentions with you?"

"What are your intentions?" She asked with a grin as she opened her eyes to look at him. He grinned back and launched himself on to his side to lean over and kiss her. She laughed as he moved closer. "I see."

Daddy Dearest - RP Moment

2008-06-15T14:50:49Z

A child Megan gripped the dining room chair and pushed it through the room and into the kitchen, where she shoved it in front of the stove. She grabbed onto the seat of it and swung herself up. The chair shook under her as she stood up and peered into the pot. She looked at the counter beside her where she had pushed her ingredients.

Momentarily, she put her hands on her hips and thought it over. Then she poured milk into her pot and turned the stove on, whispering the steps to herself as she went. She poured in all the ingredients and started stirring. In the middle of it, she held her wooden spoon up to her mouth.

“Ladies and gentlemans, introducing Chef Meg, the greatest cook in the world!” She drew out the sentence grandly, throwing her arms out. The front door sounded and she kept stirring, but looked to the kitchen doorway.

“Anyone home?” A voice boomed.

“Daddy!” She shouted. He appeared in the kitchen and looked her over. She was wearing her mother's apron and had smudges of chocolate pudding all over her face and arms. There were smudges on the counters, on the stove, and on the floor. He smiled.

“What are you doing, Maggie?”

“Mommy and Karen are shopping, so I'm making dinner,” she said proudly with a grin. She yanked the wooden spoon from the pot and held it out to him, splashing some goo onto his work suit. “Oops...sorry, Daddy.”

“It's okay, honey.” He stepped up and peered at the spoon. He opened his mouth and she fed him a bite. “Mmm, that is delicious.”

Megan beamed. “I made it all by myself! And I was careful of the hot stove! And I didn't burn anything!” Her dad shut the stove off and moved the pudding to a back burner.

“I'm proud of you, but I think you need bath before Mommy comes home.”

“I do not, see?” She held out her arm and licked it, then did the same to the other. Then she stuck out her tongue trying to lick her face, but obviously wasn't able to, and just rolled her head all around trying to reach it. Her dad laughed. He grabbed her by the arm pits and set her on the counter next to the sink.

“Close your eyes,” he said. She did as she was told. He picked up the water sprayer and turned it on, and sprayed her with water. She shrieked in joy and laughed.

“Daddy! No!” She opened her eyes and fought with him for the hose and aimed it at him. “I got you!”

“No!” He called with a grin. “No water!” Megan was throwing her head back laughing. The front door sounded again, and the sounds of Megan's mom and Karen could be heard. They stopped dead in the kitchen and looked around. Megan and her dad looked at them both and pointed to each other. “She started it.”

“He started it,” she said at the same time.

Megan rolled over in her sleep and woke slightly from her dream of a memory. She groaned softly at the pain in her heart and rolled into...she sighed. Charlie. His arms automatically held her tighter. She relaxed against him. Sleeping beside him - this was something new. And she liked it. It made the dreams she'd been having less painful. The night before had been something new for them, too. Being with him, being intimate like that for the first time, had been close to incredible. In a way that she hadn't had in a very long time. If they hadn't both been so nervous - it probably would have reached incredible.

She sighed again and his lips pressed to the top of her head. "Hmmm," she murmured.

"You always sleep so restlessly?" He asked in a sleep ridden voice.

"Mmm, I dunno." She gave a yawn into his chest.

"K."

"Mmmhmm."

They both lay there quietly, and despite the company, her mind went to places it always did on that day. Her father. His face in her mind. Sometimes it was blurry from years gone by, but other moments it was so clear she felt she could reach out and touch him.

His red hair just like hers. The freckles across his face that looked so handsome on him. His red beard and wide smile. His hand that was so big compared to hers when they walked side by side and hand in hand. His arms that gave the best bear hugs.

"What you doin' today?" Charlie's voice broke her thoughts.

"Mmm, nothing."

"Wanna come home with me? Mom's makin' brunch for the family."

Her eyes opened and she looked at him. He was already watching her. "Meet your family? Now? I mean..already?"

He chuckled. "No, Meg. Hang out with my family. Get out for a day. Free food. Great food, my mom's cooking."

"B-but..it's meeting your family.."

"It's me bringin' a good friend and old co-worker. My parents have given up on me and my sister ever gettin' married or havin' kids. You won't hafta worry about getting harassed. I mean, no pressure. You don't have to."

She watched his face closely and brought a finger against his cheek as she considered it. The idea behind meeting his parents scared the hell out of her. Especially on a day she usually sat alone in her own misery. But..it was a day with him. She smiled softly. "Okay."

He grinned. "Okay." He kissed her quickly and climbed over her to get out of bed and head for the shower. "You comin'?" He asked, without turning around. She laughed and followed.

det_mwheeler @ 2008-06-09T16:19:00

2008-06-09T20:24:56Z

Okay, so I'm a bit burnt. Not too bad. Just a little extra red today. Look like I'm blushing 25/7. Joy.

But it's to be expected after a day lazying about by the pool. It was actually a lot of fun (despite the random 'disagreements' with my mom and sister). One of those times I don't hate my sister for having a pool in her backyard. Or her husband that will cook burgers and hot dogs on the grill for all of us.

Thanks for coming along, Alex. Safe to say my family loved you.

She said something. She must have. All those times I left Karen and Alex alone for 'Mommy talk'. Bad idea. I need to talk to Alex and find out exactly what was said. All I know is my sister was smirking at me in her knowing way when we said goodbye, then I woke up to an email from her this morning asking, "So who's this Charlie and how do you know him?"

I won't kill Alex. Not yet.

Actually, we had fun Friday night, too. Junk food and girl talk on Alex's couch. We kicked David out, had the place to ourselves. Haha. Which let us then talk about him. And Charlie. I still don't have much to say to Alex about Charlie. I'm still...I don't know. Getting into it, I guess...

It did bother me slightly...I've never seen Alex like that. Care what anyone thinks or says...but it's exactly what I saw when she was asking what I truly thought of David and his role of father. I didn't like seeing that. I know she doesn't think badly of him. She was trying to defend him. She doesn't need to. Like I told her...screw what anyone else thinks. She knows the truth.

David's a jerk, sure, but he's never been anything but great to Alex. And he's been a damn good friend to me, too. Even when I didn't-almost shoot him.

I hope she gets over that. And I hope no one tries to tell me anything bad about Dave, cause...yea...wouldn't be smart.

det_mwheeler @ 2008-06-06T12:00:00

2008-06-06T16:04:56Z

I've been out with Charlie four times since we ran into each other. Last weekend we had dinner - just hanging out...but somehow it turned into a date. And then we had a real one the next night. Since, we've had dinner after work sitting on my couch with pizza or whatever. It's been fun. I'd forgotten how...good of a guy he is.

We haven't slept together yet. We're not trying to think about what it is. It's nice.

I told Alex. I had a hard time figuring out her opinion...but I think she's happy for me. I hope she is. I want to show her I can be...well...not completely fucked up when it comes to men.

Coffee and Catch-up ~ An RP Moment

2008-05-30T02:40:34Z

(With thanks to mtwendyr for helping construct this npc. Set for Friday night. As always, love to hear what you think.)

Megan waved to the random cops she'd been having a couple drinks with and made her way out the door. She breathed in the warming evening air and shoved her hands in her pockets. Looking around a moment she decided she was hungry. She didn't feel like going home at any rate.

A quiet walk disregarding thoughts, and only watching the sights around her, soon brought her to the diner near her apartment. She pushed her way through the door and breathed in the familiar smells of grease and coffee and...the other unintelligible scent that usually lingered. As she went for her normal booth - happy it was open - the waiters waved to her in recognition.

"I make you pancakes?" The waiter asked with a grin while he shook an imaginary pan in front of himself. She smirked as she took her seat.

"No, just coffee tonight."

"Just coffee. No pancakes. Got it," he nodded and walked off behind the counter. Megan chuckled to herself.

"Just coffee? Not good for you," a voice came across the room. She glanced over to the booths along the wall and her eyes met a pair that she hadn't seen in years. A smile slowly spread to her lips.

"Well well - Detective Blake." Her brows rose. "You live."

"You doubt it?" Charlie Blake got up and carried his coffee to her booth. She waved to the seat across from herself and he sat.

"Well, no one's heard much of you lately."

He shrugged. "Been around."

"So I see."

"And you? Last I heard, Ross got you workin' up at MCS." His arm stretched across the back of the booth and he glanced up as the waiter brought Megan her coffee. She smiled in thanks and brought it to her lips for a sip.

"Yea. About a year ago, now. It's been good."

"I bet. He still bein' Ross?"

"Meaning?"

Charlie shrugged. "Ross? Can't explain that man."

"No, you really can't."

"And you? How you been?" She missed his eyes flickering towards her ring finger. "How's...whatshisname?"

"Kevin? History. Way back in history."

"That so?"

She nodded. "Better off."

"I'd say. He always sounded like a douche to me."

"He was," she laughed. He grinned back at her and she got stuck watching him for a moment. She coughed and looked down to her coffee again. "You? Got someone?"

"Nah. Not recently."

"Life's easier without."

"You think?"

"I know," she nodded.

"Hmm. Maybe," he shrugged. "Ah, too busy with the job anyway."

"Yea? Where they got you?"

"Narcotics. Been there since we wrapped."

"No kidding? I took a stint in narcotics before MCS. I hated it."

He grinned. "What? A girl like you? All that shit we went through in Ireland you were okay with, but not some city drug dealers?"

"Difference," she pointed at him. "In Ireland...everything was different. It was...I don't know. Plus I didn't mesh well with my C.O." He opened his mouth to reply, but thought better and closed it. Her brow rose. "What?" He shook his head and let out a laugh.

"Not goin' there."

"Oh no. Go on." Her eyes set into an unamused stare. "Let me say it for you...'They can't all be Ross'? Or maybe 'Couldn't get on his good side like Ross'?"

"Whoa, whoa." He held up his hands in surrender. "I wasn't gonna say that."

"Right."

"Hey...I know the boys gave you a hard time...but I didn't. Name one time I acted that way." He stared at her as she thought and eventually shrugged. "I didn't. I was only going to crack a joke at what they used to say. I swear it."

"Mmhmm."

"C'mon, Wheeler."

"I'm sorry...it just really used to piss me off."

"I know," he said, leaning forward to the table. His head was tilted down but his eyes were on her. "It's why I always gave them shit for it."

She blinked at him. "You did?"

"Sure. I mean..yea it was funny the first coupla times, but then it got old. And it clearly upset you." He shrugged and glanced out the window. She smiled and watched him a moment.

"Who would have thought Charlie Blake for the knight in shining armour?"

He laughed and looked back at her. "Nah. Not me. It's a bit more bronze." That got a good laugh out of her and he grinned. His hands clasped together as he faced her again, his smile unmoving. "Tell me more about what's been goin' on with you."

Megan glanced up at his eyes once more and thought about what she might say. And suddenly she was nervous. Nervous with sweaty palms - over talking to this man that she had once worked with so intensively. It was definitely a new feeling...and not so unwelcome, either.

Lazy weekends

2008-05-27T17:34:20Z

Interesting weekend. Really was. Went out for drinks Friday night and got quite drunk. Ran into one of the guys from the old task force crew and we ended up sitting at Joe Jr's [diner] for hours, just talking and eating. It was nice to catch up. He was one of the few that didn't give me a hard time...at least...not as much of a hard time.

Then I went home and took care of the animals, crashed on the couch for awhile, then sometime Saturday I wound up at the Eames-Dresden household and was a lazy, no-good, uninvited houseguest for the day. It was actually fun and relaxing. When Alex wasn't sleeping.

Pup was happy to see his old friend Max. I'm not sure who Alex and David were less enthused to see...me or Pup.

Death and poetry...it's poetic

2008-05-11T19:05:38Z

I do not like being the face of the NYPD! At all! Why is it always me having to go on television? And don't say it's the freckles, I will hurt you.

This case is giving me migraines. Personally I'm not going for the connection. Maybe that's just me.

I can't believe I made it through a night of babysitting. Then again...it was Aidan. For whatever reason...he doesn't scare me as much as other kids. And we get along. When I know what to say to him that is.

Wasn't sure I'd make it through those tantrums...but surprisingly enough we both did. I also can't believe I fell asleep with the kid and Brian didn't wake me up when he got home. And...I'm really not sure I remember how I ended up on the couch in Brian's arms the next morning...at least I was fully clothed and am certain nothing happened.

All I know is the next time he winds up in an emergency situation of needing a sitter? Someone else better come through for him.

I can say one thing for it, though...since that night I've felt a lot more rested. I cleaned my apartment. Didn't take a nap all weekend.

det_mwheeler @ 2008-04-27T17:01:00

2008-04-27T21:07:13Z

I think I've been sleeping too much lately.

Haven't felt like doing much else. Hell, I've barely done anything else. Work. Home. Sleep. I don't really think I've seen anyone aside from at work or at the bodega when I'm buying some more oreo's.

I'm finding myself not caring about work as much. Obviously it's important...but...hell, how much paperwork/deskwork can one Detective do and still feel like a real Detective? Kinda wish I could get back to the condo on the beach for awhile. A long while.

Seeing Brian and Aidan at the store wasn't helpful. Aidan's temper tantrum...it actually got to me. The kid actually wanted me around. His dad can't even say that much.

Meeting Maggie - RP Moment

2008-04-11T20:51:57Z

ooc: wrote this while away, takes place last Sunday, ooc comments appreciated.

It was just after lunchtime on Sunday and Megan had arrived in town only hours before. She immediately went to the hospital to see her sister and brother-in-law and went and found her mother and nephew in the waiting room. She got the story from everyone about how Karen went into early labor and tried to wait it out - thinking it had been a false labor - but it hadn't been. So she was rushed to the hospital where lo and behold, hours later - Maggie Anne Guilford was born. A tiny baby girl, she was sent to the NICU after the doctors were positive there was nothing alarmingly wrong with her. She was placed in a small enclosed crib and put on a respirator, as well as an IV of nutrients when the time was right. The main conern at that point was her lung development - as with most premies. But luckily nothing else was horribly wrong at the get go.

After saying all her hellos and getting updated, Megan's mom led her up to the NICU where they were able to weasel her in to visit (something usually kept exclusively to parents and grandparents). She doned the borrowed scrubs and slipped into the room. As she passed each small contained crib she looked in at the babies. Each one was small, some too small. Some looked healthier than others. Each had a label with their name and birthday in either pink or blue marker.

She followed the nurse and stopped at the side of one such crib that had a little notecard with Maggie's name in pink. Megan smiled as she looked down at her niece and touched her fingers gently to the closed plastic window. Little Maggie slept, her chest rising and falling with each machine helped breath. She was quite small, of course. No baldness on this baby, either. Already she had a fuzzy head of golden brown hair. Hair that, Meg could only guess, would become more red over the years - much like Seanie's. Maggie's skin was pale and fair just as Karen's had always been.

She was beautiful.

Megan sat down on the rocking chair beside the crib and looked in at Maggie. "Hi little one," she said softly. "Just had to hurry up and become a part of this crazy world, huh?" The nurse stepped over again and looked at Megan.

"Here you go," the nurse said sweetly. She carefully opened the small round window on the side of the enclosure and prompted Meg to reach her hand in. Megan shook her head and moved back a bit.

"No. I mean..she's..fragile..I don't..I can't-"

"You won't break her," the woman cut in. Her hand fell to Meg's shoulder comfortingly. "We had you scrub your hands of any germs and you won't be picking her up. It'll be fine. In fact, human touch is very good for her. Especially from a loved one." The nurse nodded and rubbed Meg's shoulder softly. Megan nodded back and just watched her niece for a moment longer. That similar fear rose in her. The fear she always felt around small children and around babies. That somehow she would break them, hurt them, be it physically or otherwise. Because she knew how easy it was to hurt a child..to make one foul move and screw them up for life...

She took a deep breath and bit her lip softly as she reached her hand in. Her fingers hovered over Maggie's arm for a moment before she softly set them to the child's small arm. Megan ran two fingers down Maggie's arm and a sigh went through the baby. As Megan's fingers neared Maggie's, Maggie's palm turned and her fingers opened up to Meg's. Meg set her finger in her niece's open hand and Maggie closed her hand around it. Megan watched the still sleeping child in a silent awe and the nurse let them be. Neither Meg nor Maggie moved. Megan just watched her sleep.

Until she jumped slightly at the nurse's hand on her shoulder once more. "Your family is asking after you," the nurse whispered gently. Megan looked up at the nurse then over at the clock. She'd been in there for nearly two hours.

For Friday midday

2008-04-11T01:47:54Z

ooc: kinda back. will be home tomorrow - at my mom's right now which is not too condusive to a complete lj-scan so...sticking with this for now cause it's been on my mind

I'm home. Not only that, but I have a beautiful niece, Maggie Anne. Born April 6th around 4am. Everyone is finally home from the hospital and I'm exhausted. Should really head back into work for the rest of the day - but I have barely slept all week. So I'm going to bed.

TO: ADA Brian Peluso
FROM: Det. Megan Wheeler
SUBJ: Last week

Brian,

I'm not sure if you know, but I've been away this week. Karen had the baby and I was needed down there to help out with things. While I was there I had time to think - when I wasn't being pulled in a million directions and playing the role of honorary soccer mom.

My thoughts have been around and around. Back and forth on us. And what I came to was that we need to just leave it. Leave things the way they were right before you left the other night. You wanted things to be over. You said it wasn't working. You ended it. I can't sit there and let you go back on that only to drop me again in a couple weeks. We've been nothing but back and forth and around and around in the past..almost 9 months now. It's enough.

Like you said. It's just not going to work.

I know we've talked alot about my...well...issues...but the things is - when have you really given me reason to believe otherwise? It's as I said the other night, I'm not the only one that's got stuff to work on.

I'm sorry I'm emailing you, but...I just don't think we need to have another conversation that goes no where for no reason. We talked last week and we should leave it at that. I do care, I did want this to work, and I'm gonna miss it like hell. Aidan and Sloopy, too. I'm sorry we never could figure it out.

Love,
Meg

TO: Det. Alex Eames
FROM: Det. Megan Wheeler
SUBJ: Home sweet home?

Hey, I'm back. Finally. Thanks for the support this week. Drinks tonight maybe? Or..I drink and you watch?

Emails, parties and more...

2008-04-04T13:17:47Z

FROM: Det. Megan Wheeler
SUBJ: You're Invited

Who: Those crazy kids
What: Engagement Party
Where: CJ's Bar
When: April 19

That's right people. We're having a party. Come out, bring a shiny gift, bring yourself. I spoke to Alex's friend Larry and we've been given permission to host the party at CJ's Bar. Larry will be performing for us. It should be a night of fun. Show up when you want, leave when you want. Just whatever you do - DON'T TELL ALEX AND DAVID! It's a surprise party. I will probably bring them into the bar around 9pm, so if you want to be there in advance - show up before that. Please RSVP so I can get a general idea of the number of people we're talking about.

Hope to see you all there,
Megan Wheeler

ooc: This is the date the party will happen - post below if you want someone to attend and when around that date you think you can rp. We'll sort out when it'll be played closer to the date.

(for Sunday morning)

TO: Captain Ross
FROM: Det. Megan Wheeler
SUBJ: family leave

Ross,

I'm not going to be able to make it into work tomorrow. I just found out that my sister had the baby early this morning. Since she was premature by roughly a month, she's going to be kept in the NICU for a few days. They need me to come down and help out with things. I should hopefully be back in a few days.

~Detective Wheeler

Alex, just wanted to let you know I'm not disappering. Not exactly. Karen had the baby this morning. The doctors are concerned with her being early and keeping her a few days. I gotta go down and help out with Sean and stuff. I'll let you know how things go.

ooc 2: For those that are unaware, I'm heading out of town this weekend for about a week. I probably won't be online aside from email checks, so I'm sending Meg out of town as well. Lani will be busy working all week, and Larry will be busy/MIA. Feel free to leave any of them voicemails on their respective recent posts.

det_mwheeler @ 2008-03-30T21:26:00

2008-03-31T01:27:10Z

Hangovers suck. Badly.