Chapter 5:Girls just wanna be get done/be gone

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If there was something was higher than the temperature this day, it was Detective Deguara's Blood pressure. He never had this Monday flavored Friday before. First he had an unsuccessful arrest attempt against Savo Veyron When he tried to arrest him but he don't found his "Suspect" at home. Without a warrant he was unable to enter the house. The only thing he could check out was Savo's car collection but there was no sign of the joyriding Lotus.
In the end he got a huge shout off from Captain Rover. Even Meredith's calming voice, perfect coffee , head petting and back massage still couldn t make the lion of the crime scene calm so at the end of the day he left the police office without saying bye to anyone got into his car and drove home.

All he needed was a long long sleep. Ironically the song that tossed the chief to the land of dreams was the song about being sleepless. Metallica 's Enter Sandman.

When James Hetfield started the second verse especially in that moment music stopped phone went on buzzing in a disturbing Japanese song went on.

- Who the....?- Grump-ed Jason as he woke up in the bed, and grabbed his phone.
-Talk now or remain silent forever-
-Hey Jazy boy- Chatted Meredith on the end of the line -Whats up? You don't sound so rested and calm-

- I was sleeping....-Cried the Lion of the Crime Scene hysterically.

-How old are you Mister 64? Under rest i mean you should go out, have party loose the heat. Got it?-

-I'm Going out, don't worry about me just not tonight.....not in the mood now i need some more passive rest.-

- You 'll rest in peace six feet under ground now its time for some underground ill pick you up at 8 be pretty.-

The line cut. Deguara sighed and he looked his phone screen. 18:55. he had an hour till the storm called Meredith strikes on him. He put his head back on the pillow and in a minute he was on his way to dreamland again...............

The next thing he woke him up was the sound of knocking on his door.

He woke up with a sleepy-head and opened the door.

-OH MY GOD YOU NOT READY YET? LOOK AT YOURSELF!-

His collage's high pitched voice as a sharp spear stroke trough his head.
-We will gonna late oh my god and you say we women like late......Come on.....-

After a couple of minutes feigned sleep thinking, The Lion of the Crime Scene admitted he have no power against an inpatient party fevered girl so he immediately surrendered.

Tiredly climbed out of the bed and after a quick stop at the wardrobe he went indirectly to the bathroom.

While he was preparing he could spent some valuable moments alone with his thoughts.

Jason definitely wasn't in the perfect mood for going out. He was totally grumpy and tired plus thought about why his new partner infiltrated his private space on the first day of their partnership.

He stepped out from the shower and chose a very avantegard set of clothes.

He choose a blue shirt with a grey coat military patched, jeans and to totally shake up this combination sneakers with colors of spanish flag red and yellow.

-Wow i didnt know that you have a smart style too.- wondered Meredtih when she saw her partner step out from the bathroom. -But come in seriously? those shoes...you have no sense for fashion....-

Deguara looked down to his shoes and than back to Meredith.

He could just take a look to her way of dressing.

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