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SMS - Fran

Francesca: Mmhmm, sure. I find no reason for you not to.

Francesca: Is it because these streets are filled with dirty biker people? Because I know that's my excuse

Francesca: Now that DOES sound tempting. On one condition.

Callum: Yes. That is definitely the reason.

Callum: What is the condition?

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: I'm trying not to.

Francesca: Don't you know I've been living here since I was born, sweetheart? You can make anyone a cab if you pay them enough.

Francesca: Keep talking.

Callum: You love me.

Callum: I know. Me too, mostly. But I wouldn't let most people around here drive me anywhere.

Callum: Well, I would promise a night drinking and debauchery after we have dinner, but since I am following the no drinking rule, promise, Dinner and whatever you want after. A night about you Frannie.

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ninaconnolly​:

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“Hi, handsome,” Nina said, a warm smile forming on her lips at the sight of her friend. Callum was always like a breath of fresh air to her, just because she had become so comfortable around him so quickly when she first arrived in Charming. “Thank you,” she said as she sat herself down opposite him, her bag placed on the floor next to her feet and she closed her eyes as she inhaled the sweet smell of her coffee. “Charmin’ does have its perks, and this French toast is one of them,” Nina eagerly said, as she took a bite and after taking a sip from her coffee, decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. “You know I’d never dream of tellin’ you what to do but… isn’t it a little too early for you to be gettin’ back to work? You did have a concussion, Callum,” she pointed out, showing him a look. 

Callum was  glad when she sat down across from him, not too much of a discussion about it. “Charming has a few positives here and there.” He said as he took a sip of his coffee. “You know, between you, my mom and Fran, You would think I had three Mom’s. I know I had a concussion But I am doing better and I promise I am not pushing it. Only a few hours.” He said looking at her with his own directing look. Although he didn’t look to long because she could shut him down with one look.

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Callum knew he shouldn’t be there, Fran and Nina would both have his head if either of them knew. But he needed a drink and was done being  locked up. He didn’t even realize who it was when attempted to order until he heard her voice. “Angie? How are you?” He asked. The last time he had seen her they were both in the hospital after the shooting. “I’m ok. Not really supposed to be here, but I can’t stay locked up in the house anymore.” He sighed. “As much as I want the scotch, I can’t have it. My damn head is still ringing most days.” He told her.

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“Oh..I’m sorry, I’m just here to drop off some paperwork and say hi, I’m not pouring today.” Angie flashed a sheepish smile as she took a few steps closer to the bar. She’d been taken off work by the hospital, and had some new letters from her doctor to turn in. “I’ll be back in next week, though, and I’ll pour anything you like,” the woman promised. “Have you been taking care of yourself, though?”

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: Are you kidding me?

Francesca: Get someone else to drive you. Hail a taxi or SOMETHING.

Francesca: Are you trying to make up for infuriating me?

Callum: Blame it on the head injury?

Callum: A can? You do know we live in the middle of nowhere.

Callum: maybe...

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: I know, but don't be cute with me.

Francesca: Fine, but straight home, you hear me? Are you driving? You probably shouldn't be driving.

Francesca: No, I want to.

Callum: :(

Callum: I...well how else am I supposed to get there.

Callum: Dinner tonight?

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: Don't be cute, okay?

Francesca: Your head's only gonna hurt MORE if you keep pushing it.

Francesca: I know you know that, Callum.

Francesca: I'll be around you?

Callum: But I am cute.

Callum: What if I only go in for a few hours.

Callum: I know. But Frannnie...

Callum: I can't ask you to do that.

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: Yeah, if you're propositioning me for sex, you know I'm not gonna do it when you're not fully recovered yet.

Francesca: Why, pray tell, are you going back to work?

Francesca: OF COURSE it's too early. You shouldn't stress yourself after what you just went through and you know it.

Callum: :(

Callum: I can't stare at the walls anymore.

Callum: I have cases that I need to handle.

Callum: I need people around me.

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SMS - Fran

Francesca: Truthfully, not at my best right now

Francesca: But leave it to you, baby, to still cal me a lady after everything.

Francesca: How are you feeling?

Callum: Well then you should definitely come over tonight.

Callum: Ill show you how much you are a lady still.

Callum: I'm going back to work today.

Callum: And don't you dare tell me its too early. I can't sit in the house anymore. I am going crazy.

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@ninaconnolly​

Callum had been out of the office for more than a week. He probably shouldn’t have been going in still, but he was tired of sitting at home and not working. He decided that he had to go in. He needed breakfast first. Callum grabbed his briefcase and todays paper heading into the cafe. He ordered coffee and some breakfast. He opened the paper and began reading before he heard someone approach his table. He pulled down the paper to look at who it was and shook his head. “Hey pretty lady. You wanna join me?” He said smiling up at Nina.

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SMS - Fran

Callum: Hello lady

Callum: How are you?

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franhasan​:

It took her a long time, but she had finally started thinking clearly enough that getting out her gun and shooting anybody who dared annoy her wasn’t the wisest plan of action. There was one thing that Fran hated above all else – and that’s the feeling of helplessness. Even when she was a kid, she had always done well with the things she had. She never wanted to feel helpless or that people needed to pity her just because of what she doesn’t have. In this very moment, though, Fran knew that the only thing she could do to save herself from feeling helpless was to keep moving, make sure her people were alright, make sure the people she cared for wouldn’t die. 

She and Callum go way back because after all, he was one of the few people she had actually dated and kept around. Even though they were no longer together, that sexual chemistry was still there and it was hard to let that go, especially because Fran did care for him and wanted to see him happy. She’d never quite admit it so candidly but she knew she was proving it by waiting for him to wake up right there by his hospital bed. Her mind was still moving at a hundred miles per hour when she spotted movement, causing her to stand up and gently push him back down onto the bed. 

“Easy, baby. Easy,” Fran said, her voice soothing and she could hear the relief in it as well because while it wasn’t a grave injury, it was still something to worry about. “Take it slow, alright? You’re going to be okay, Callum.” She murmured as her hand reached down to hold his tightly. “How are you feeling?” She quietly asked as her free hand reached out to the bedside table and taking the bottle of water she had just bought. “Do you want some water, baby?”

Callum didn’t want to be there, but with the way his head was screaming at him and the room was spinning, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to go anywhere else. When Fran gently push him back he didn’t fight and just let out a sigh. “How did you know I was here.” He asked her, it taking more focus then he thought it should to talk to her right now.

“My head.” He told her as he closed his briefly for a minute before opening them to look at her again. “Hi. What are you doing here?” He asked her again. “Oh, I asked you taht already.” He told her. “This sucks Fran. What happened?” He asked her. He couldn’t remember what happened. He was at the meeting and then eh was here. It was a gap and he didn’t know what. “I was drinking coffee and now here.” He told her, a bit of a panic welling up in his voice. “No no water. Just, what happened Fran...”

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Callum hated hospitals. Although he was sure no one liked hospitals, but since he lost his wife. he hated them more. He had spent so much time there he didn’t want to see them again. He groaned as he tried to move but his head was killing him. He opened his eyes and saw a figure entering the room. His eyes took a moment to focus, but he realized it was someone he knew. “Ange?” He said looking over at her. “Um, yeah, the water.” He told her indicating over to the table.

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Angie’s patience had worn thin. It was to be expected that her tests would take awhile - everyone seemed fairly certain that she would be just fine, and she was inclined to agree with them. She felt like she’d lost a hell of a fist fight, but she could manage that. All the same, the general consensus was to allow for the tests to confirm that there was no internal damage. Given everything that happened, it was no wonder that the hospital was crawling with people. enough so that she was able to sneak around. To an extent, Angie wasn’t able to really help herself. Just then, hovering outside of someone’s room and wishing she could be useful, she ventured a soft, “Is there anything I can do? Get you?”

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The meeting seemed to be going ok, well best he could tell anyway. It had been quite a long time since he had been to one of these. If he was honest, he was glad to see that the interlopers from Utah had left. It had made him nervous having them all there. He had finished his coffee and conversation and was making his way around the room when the chaos started. He looked around and tried to find somewhere to hid, but before he could do anything, he felt the hard hit on the back his head and everything went black.

He was in and out of consciousness, first seeing an emt, then the inside of an ambulance. Next he saw inside the hospital, a doctor or two he recognized and then he was out again. Next it was inside an MRI machine, then out again. Each time he blacked out, he saw her. She kept telling him he needed to stay awake and he needed to do better and to live better for her. Every time he opened his eyes he was reminded she was gone again. 

He didn’t know how long it had been, but when he finally opened his eyes again he saw a different familiar face sitting in the chair next to his bed. He started to try and sit up, but he immediately fell back, dizzy and disoriented.

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The week was going to wear on him. The town was overrun with motorcycles and the people that went with them were trying his patience. The town meeting he supposed was important for him to pay attention to. Even if all he wanted to do was find his way home and back into the bottle. This week was not the week to deal with a bunch more idiots that usual.

He made his way around the room saying hello and making small talk with a few people hew knew. Before too long he decided his pounding headache needed some caffeine. He approached the spot where the coffee was and recognized one of the local cops.

“So how did you get assigned this job Jay?” He asked as he began to pour his cup.

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Being a cop granted you a certain kind of power. A power that frightened most people, putting them on their best behavior. It was a sort of power that went to the head of many who were in the force but it was one that Jay didn’t want. Of course, no one had known this, he’d been a cop for nearly fifteen long and incredibly arduous years – but in those years, he learned so much on who the real enemies were and that often, cops were just as, if not more, guilty. Himself included. But he was used to it, used to the grind and all the headaches it brought.

Wanting to avoid the meeting like a plague but being assigned to watch over it anyway at the request of his captain, he stood in front of the coffee machine in the cafeteria of the town hall. It was a small room, but large enough to hold a few cooks who were working away at that evening’s dinner. He’d been making small talk with them, ambling over near the stove, explaining the difference between being a cop here versus the U.K. when he heard someone walk in.

Turning only slightly, he pointed towards the coffee machine, “Freshly brewed pot, if being here’s doing your head in too.”

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“not a good day”

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“Fuck and marry Callum, and kill both Rafael and Sawyer. Easy peesy.”

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