Daisy with Thorns

Chapter 2: You were standing there for minutes...

Morning
Sunshine just stormed into Johns room. He started to open his eyes. John stood up and walked to the window, to close the curtains. John looked at the time on his phone, it was 6 am. He walked out of his room and came to the bathroom. John washed his face with cold water and looked at the mirror. Memories started to appear in his head again. Beach, wind, the sound of the waves, her voice, smile.
- Hey!
John looked at the door when he heard Grishas voice
- You were standing there for minutes...are you okay?
John sighed
- I'm...I'm done already
He walked out of the room. Grisha decided not to ask again, demand an answer from him and just went into the bathroom.

After morning preparations they both came to the department.
Of course John needed to know what is going on with this case and what they already have. But nobody wanted to take this responsibility. So he decided to do this on his own with evidences on the white board.
John always was a bit isolated from colleagues. He was like a shadow, not many people even noticed him in the room. Only some girls were trying to get to "know him better". John was trying to be polite but still let them know that he's not interested.
After some time, the atmosphere changed.
They were on the road, another victim of the same killer.
Grisha started to explain everything to John. John wasn't listening to him, but Grisha figured it out only when he lost him.
- Got it?
Grisha looked around
- Where the fu...
He found John looking at something on the road, sitting on his haunches. Grisha walked towards him
- What are you doing?
- I came here from New York to help you solve the case, that's what I'm doing.
- Are you sure? You look like a schizophrenic to me, looking at something that doesn't exist and shit.
- Patience...
Grisha rolled his eyes, annoyed, but then looked at the man again. Black long hair, pale skin, dark eyes, he wasn't very buff but not slim either, his movements were all careful and quiet. Grisha suddenly looked away, he was looking at him for too long.
John walked towards him, with the golden coin in his hand.
- What is it?
- Too long to explain...
- Well shit try to make it short!
Grisha barked
- I'm the detective here. You're only helping!
- Yea, yea...
John walked to the car. Grisha out of anger kicked the stone on the road.

They came back to the department, nothing changed. John was all alone, far from people. Grisha was more sociable, but the topic that everyone is started to talk about, pissed him off.
This topic was John, just him. Gossips, opinions, everything was about John, this name already was stuck in his head.
"I can hear his name everywhere..."
He looked at John, that was standing by the window, alone. Grisha walked towards him, he wanted to start a conversation, but John did it first.
- Why are you here?
John noticed him. John still had a coin in his hand. He found it weird that Grisha just came here on his own. Of course John is silent and lonely man but he still notices people and how they act. John saw Grisha as a sociable person, very talkative and outgoing. And see this person here, next to the lonely window, far from people, was kind of weird.
- I just wanted to be...um...in a silent atmosphere
Grisha crossed his arms and looked out the window.
John didn't answer. Grisha looked at his interlocutor once again and remembered the coin.
- Now we have a lot of free time
John looked at him
- Will you now explain what it is?
John sighed
- To explain this, I have to explain to you even more things
- Then do it
- I can't give you THAT much information
Grisha rolled his eyes and looked out the window. John thought for a little and then started talking
- You can call it our criminal currency...
John passed him the coin. Grisha looked at him and then at the coin
- And how much is this one?
- It's doesn't work that way...it's hard to explain
John suddenly took the coin away from him and put it in the pocket. Grisha already was sick of hearing Johns name.
But here, by the window, with this dangerous but quiet man, relaxing even. It's like he's alone with his thoughts, something he can't do often because of his outgoing personality and work.
Even extroverts need some time alone
As well as introverts that need some attention...

John and Grisha were heading upstairs, to home. John were silent and Grisha just felt uncomfortable because of that.
"Does this man even have emotions?
How can anyone figure out what he feels?
Only god knows
Actually, even god has no idea probably..."
Grisha wanted to break the silence...but does he really need to?
"Do I really need to know him better?
Who knows what he can hide in his head
Everything actually, he hides everything..."
While Grisha was thinking they already came. John silently came in the house and walked to the bedroom. Grisha smiled at his girlfriend and softly kissed her as a greeting. But he still was thinking about him.