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Pike |Loose Cannon| Tozier. Origins/History Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Present Day �So what exactly you wantin� to hear?� �Pike, son, I�m just asking you to tell me a little about yourself.� His fingers restlessly tap against the course denim of his stonewash jeans anxiously seeking out a distraction. Digits swiftly disappear within the confines of a pocket casually retrieving a smoke, proceeding to twirl thin stick of tobacco through dexterous fingers. �This the pawt I lie back and relive my childhood traumas doc?� The hint of dialect slips out forcing an uncontrollable twitch as he tears his gaze away from the man sitting across from him. The smoke promptly takes its place between dry lips as the infallible grin disappears, features growing heated whilst his mind slips back to old memories. Pike�s father had made a point to have tutors work particularly hard on the principles of proper dialect and articulation. Accounting for the area they lived, he was allowed a slight leeway but one thing Jack Tozier would not have, was his only son and child sounding illiterate or poorly schooled. Pike rather enjoys letting the dialect slip, often times its unavoidable, and on occasion, thoughts of his father come to mind. He swiftly manages to suppress the emotions and shrug off the sudden change in attitude, once again laying impervious eyes on the man sitting feet away. Drooping glance of a patient listener begins to lose its humor and a steady gaze takes aim on the unlit cigarette amidst his fingers. �You know this is a non smoking building Pike.� A casual yet rebellious smirk dons his lips. �Doc,� He smiles, removing the smoke from his lips, forcing it back to antsy fingers �I assumed you read me better.� The man�s gaze grows neither impatient nor amused, he merely sit's quietly brow furrowing watching the cocky patient twirl distraction about. �Tell me Pike, did you grow up in Louisiana?� Gliding the unlit stick of proverbial joy back and forth along his knuckles his grin widens slightly, eyes firmly planting themselves on the subtle waves and its bobbing oar. �Yes sir, born and raised, Saint Charles General to be exact. My mother was a kind, compassionate, Catholic woman whom passed from a stroke when I was 13 and my father...� The smoke abruptly halts, gaze finally turning up to meet the one so intently staring back. �If you live anywhere within the district then you�re familiar with Jack Tozier. Most sawt after, respected, and highly paid defense attorney in the parish.� Subtle weaving resumes, eyes straying back to the meticulous movements as he sits back once again relaxing. �I graduated De La Salle High School, spent a few years in college, fell disillusioned dropped out and eventually applied for the NOPD.� Head tilts slightly, a sarcastic grin developing once again connecting gaze. �But you knew that already rigght doc? With it being the department�s dime, I assume they told you a whole lot about me.� A soft chuckle escapes, locking in a stare. �Tell me about the events leading up to your filing for leave.� For the first time since the restless fingers began their eager dance, the helpless cigarette forced into his frenzy slips from its perch and fall's to the wayside. He nods slightly, sniffing amusedly as if anticipating the event. �Now that�s what I was waitin� for.� The fallen smoke is plucked from the ground and he slowly rises to his feet, heading for the nearest window. Before complaints can be issued the seal is cracked and open wide, allowing for a warm damp breeze to flow through. Seconds later the dark, orange embers of a cherry are ignited. One day, I get this call. A jumper. A young Mexican girl. Pregnant, infected with aids, totally strung out. She was truly one of the doomed. I asked her to come in off the ledge and into my arms. She asked me why she should bother living. "Cual es la punta vivir?�He repeats softly. �What did you say?� I was trained to say lots of things. Her dreams, all the people who�d miss her. But for a second, I hesitated. And she saw it. Within that second, I couldn�t honestly think of a single optimistic thing to say to her. So she spread her arms and jumped.� The last remains of the nasty habit are carefully smashed out along the brick of the building, gaze continuing to stare out into the grey, rain riddled sky. I started getting headaches�� Leaning back in he closes the window silently. and eventually started blacking out�� Turning back to face the surely furious doc he musters the best attempt at an impervious grin. So, I filed for leave.� To his surprise the patient listener has managed to continue being just that, no furious outburst, no burning scowl. �Have you seen a doctor with the symptoms, had possibilities eliminated?� Once again his lips curl in a slight grin, this time effortless as he takes a seat back on the couch. �Even things I�ve never heard of before. But it seems to be nothing physical, as far as things look right now anyways.� �And what happens during these blackouts or headaches?� �Well dawk, that's a question I�d like answered myself.� "An answer we will certainly get to the bottom of Pike. Trust me." Pike shook his head in feeble understanding, having heard the words spoken all too many times before. Rising to his feet, dusting off the thighs of his jeans, Pike made his way toward the door, thanking the man for his time and patience, although Tozier never budged to turn around and acknowledge the man face to face. "Pike... One more thing. At what age was it again that your mother began exhibiting the signs of schizophrenia?" Statistical NAME: Pike Tozier. NICKNAMES: Loose Cannon - Tozier. ALIASES: None. DATE OF BIRTH: PLACE OF BIRTH: Input info CURRENT RESIDENCE: Input info ETHNICITY: Caucasian. HAIR COLOR: Dusty Blonde - Brown. EYE COLOR: Blue. HEIGHT: 5'10. WEIGHT: 170. PARENTS: Jack & Abigail Tozier. SIBLINGS: Judith Tozier SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S): Haven't Met Her Yet. PAST RELATIONSHIP(S) : Grace Bowers. OCCUPATION: Detective for the NOPD. LIKES: Coffee. DISLIKES: Not Having Control. ADDICTIONS: Jack Daniels/Marlboro Reds. BIRTHMARKS: Soon. SCARS: Soon.

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Sara Williams. My soul wasn't calling for me... It was begging for her. � � "Where are you going, with your long face pulling down? Don�t hide away, like an ocean But you can�t see, but you can smell And the sound waves crash down..." "I am no superman, I have no answers for you, I am no hero, Oh that�s for sure. But I do know one thing for sure, Is where you are, is where I belong, I do know, where you go, is where I want to be..." � � Oh, I sleep just to dream her, I beg the night just to see her, That my only love should be her, Just to lie in her arms..." Oh, I sleep just to dream her, Beg the night just to see her, That my only love should be her, Just to lie in her arms.." � � Love you cause I can't stop, I need you cause it won't stop, I love you, cause I can't stop Don't wanna thank you, but it won't stop I'm like a junkie for you, baby..." So hungry, you make me, So hungry, you make me, So hungry, you make me, I surrender... I'm cold like a junkie for you, I burn just like a junkie for you, baby..." I love you cause I can't stop, And I need you, but it won't stop, Oh I don't want to thank you, but I but I can't stop, You know that I want to leave you, But I won't stop, I'm like a junkie for you baby..."

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She had felt the stares before, no state was different when testosterone was in excess, it was the scent of fresh meat and though she wouldn’t let it show, Sara was relieved as he pushed open the door to the meeting room even if its walls did little to hide them from those that wanted to watch them in a glorified fish bowl. Not wanting to prolong their encounter any more than necessary she took the offered seat, a short mental note that at least he still had some manners left, a trace of what she had been assured was instilled in most southern men had been hard to find, even less so in this morning where arrogant professionalism and lecherous officers had been the order of the day. Blue eyes lingered over the folder she had brought with her, taking her time while she let the detective settle in his own chair thinking that he did well not to groan and collapse into the seat, looking like a man who would have preferred to be falling into bed with a bottle of scotch to nurse than that chair.  The room was bathed in silence, the hubbub of the station blocked out leaving only soft breathing, Sara guessed that the Detective had often used it as a tactic to unsettle those that sat across from him, but in this instance,  Sara was the one intent on putting him on the back foot. With Abigail’s death being marked as suicide someone had to try and fight for the truth that no one seemed to share with her. She wasn’t the first to crack and break the silence, and the words that fell from his lips with that soft tired Cajun guilt were exactly the ones she had expected to hear. This wasn’t her first rodeo and Pike wasn’t the first to imply they would be the helpful kind even if she did get a feeling that his words were genuine, just how much he was willing to share had yet to be seen. “Thank you, I do appreciate your co-operation. For Miss Dale and her family I would very much like to wrap this up in the hope that they can all find some peace in such difficult circumstances. I am sure you know this is just routine in these situations and then there is the question of your relationship to the deceased” Sara flipped the page in front of her before reaching for the notepad where she had scribbled down the events as they had been relayed to her. “There are a few things that we don’t know and I am hoping that you will be to shed some light on. I should start with a thank you, if it wasn’t for you the Ms Morely may not have been with us either and I am of course glad that you are ok” It was a platitude that was expected to be shared regardless of his involvement he had stopped Abigail taking another victim with her.  She allowed him a moment before she continued offering a smile that had been practiced so many times over the years, a way to pretend that she was sympathetic in times when she clearly wasn’t. “How are you Detective Pike? You had quite a close call on that ledge. Have you been checked over?” Sara drew short on commenting on the fact he looked like sh*t, unsure if it was survivors’ guilt or remorse. “It must have been quite harrowing to be standing there and be so out of control as she fell” Her blue eyes studied him gauging his reaction as she gently picked away at what she knew was his weak spot from the files Lauren had secured. “Particularly since this hasn’t been the first time that you have been in that situation” Her words were laden with an unspoken question ‘Why does this keep happening to you? Why are you the epicentre of so many demises?’ but Sara kept talking not giving him the option to defend himself yet. “We are of course asking for a drug screen, even though Abigail was under care of the facility we need to understand what drove her out onto that ledge and why she wanted to take Ms Morely with her. What I need you to clarify is what happened out on that ledge, you seem to have had a relationship of some sort with Ms Dale and I want you to give me an understanding of what was going in in her head, why she would only talk to you but then still chose to end her life Detective.” Tozier's Girl May 24th 2016 - 1:06 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User I Sleeping was for those that were dead, or that was what it felt like to the petite blonde who was roused by the sound of a screeching telephone while moonlight still flooded into the large windows of her rented home that still looked like she was in the process of moving into even though she had been a New Orleans resident for over six months now. �When the offer for a position in city came up Sara had grasped it with both hands eager to make a fresh start, not that there was much to walk away from other than a string of failed relationships and no one that would really even notice that she was gone. Skyscrapers had given way to more suburban feel, her new home steeped in a history so rich that it could almost be picked up in the air. The vibrancy had been a powerful lure but at that time in the morning she wasn't so sure she had made the right choice, maybe she was better suited to a place where people understood the concept of sleep. "I can be there in under 30" For the petite blonde there was already a hint of dark circles forming under her eyes, too many late nights and none of them from the legendary partying that the city was famed for. Instead there were too many evenings bent over a stack of manila folders followed by too many early mornings in a bid to keep one step ahead of the game yet she was never quite able to maintain that, all too quickly buried under an increasing stack of case work. No matter how she tried to clear it the pile would multiply as if breeding in the few precious hours that she took for herself. That sense of work was why when Sara put bare feet onto the painted wooden floors she was still avoiding packing boxes and that the other side of the bed was still empty. Given track records maybe it was better that her time be occupied with other people's issues rather than her own problems.� Surely there was only so long that this pace could be continued before she would find herself ground down to a breaking point and maybe on the admissions list of her next port of call. It was seven am when Sara Williams parked outside the Wuther Stark Sanatorium one of the few places in New Orleans that she was finding herself becoming a regular at and wasn't that just a depressing thought the flicker of some blue lights still evident as the scene was cleared. With a coffee cup containing barely tepid remnants in hand she flicked through what details that had been tossed into her hands twenty minutes before when she had entered the premises of Bertrand, Romero and Savoy, a prestigious law firm nestled between the historic French Quarter and the Lower Garden District. All thoughts of getting a jump start on the day was long gone after the telephone call that had started her morning off far too early with an apparent open and shut case that wouldn't take her long. How many of those cases were still left undealt with on her desk? It was a depressing thought to try and figure that out and Sara was becoming adept at forgetting numbers and opting for height as being her measurement on how life was progressing. When Oliver Savoy had thrust the thin manilla�folder out to her there had been a sneer that unsettled Sara, the man had over twenty years on her and close to�two hundred pounds yet he still seemed to think himself the Cajun Lothario. On her first day she had been warned by the secretary Lauren as to the circumstances of her predecessor's demise and ever since the petite blonde was learning to play the game with the big boys as they liked to call themselves. It didn't matter that Sara had come to the firm from Jacksonville via New York, what mattered was that she was a woman that had yet to prove that she had the balls to go toe to toe with her bosses and until then she was just going to be the darlin' left with the scraps. With the sun rising she had sat behind the wheel of her Ford Escape thumbing through the file that was a little more padded out than she had expected it to be, and the picture it painted of Abigail Dale was a sorry one.� The insane label that had been stamped across the opening page was probably as far as most went but Sara wanted to know more taking the time to read through each page and the summary transcripts of her sessions but that was still never going to be enough to get inside the mind of the young woman who had taken a leap from the 13th floor almost taking a police officer with her. When she had neared the back of the file there was a list of earlier incidents within the facility several with NOPD case numbers something that wasn't unexpected given the nature of Abigail's admission to the Sanatorium.� It would have been fascinating to have gotten the chance to meet the woman face to face to get an understanding of just where her belief that she was some sort of saviour was rooted in but that had been taken when she swan dived from the window ledge and no matter what her curiosity it was out with the purview of her professional remit. What Sara didn't miss was the officer's name that was attached to many of the visits, the same one that had been called out in the early hours of that morning and had almost saved the woman if accounts were to be believed. Detective Pike Tozier had just became more interesting to the blonde, eager to know why he was apparently on speed dial to a delusional young woman. Was there more to it than a friendly detective?� Had he overstepped the thin line between professionalism and personal? It was a question that would be added to the list, a scribbled note marked in the little spiral bound book that she quickly pushed back into her purse already feeling like her open and shut case was going to be a longer distraction than she needed in her life. Her visit didn't last long, those that had been on the shift the night before were already preparing to leave not many willing to talk to a lawyer after they had already spoken to the police, but a word from the shift supervisor ensured that no one left without sitting down for little chat with the unassuming woman. Not one of them seemed to hold a thought other than Abigail must have finally flipped some of them questioning if her meds should have been up'd given that she had seemed so agitated the previous few days. When the Doctor finally appeared he was belligerent at the audacity of someone like Sara suggesting that he hadn't done his job Costa attempting to baffle her with stats and endless medications that Abigail had been trailed on prompting another little note to be scribbled about cross checking the deceased blood work with the records requested from the Sanatorium. When talk turned to River Morely there was much less to say about the virtual mute no one able shed light on why Abigail had chosen that fellow patient to try and take off the ledge with her. The journey across town moved at Louisiana pace and Sara's fingers tapped at the wheel, the soft mix of blues filling the air condition car that was already battling the oppressive heat outside. As the traffic meandered the blonde took the chance to call Lauren the New Orleans native her only confidant in the law firm, and if she admitted it, in the city too "What can I do for you suga, you miss me already?" The lilt of the older woman's voice was one that always made her smile no matter how she was feeling; something maternal about Ms Lauren LaFluer would always give her a pang of homesickness not that she was ever eager to return there. "Always miss you" Sara smiled to herself even though there was no one there to see it. "I was wondering if you could pull some of your little voodoo magic for me and see what you can dig up on a lieutenant Pike Tozier, he isn't one I have come across before and Savoy is already breathing down my neck. I wouldn't mind a little heads up if you can. Traffic's backed up so it's going to take me about thirty minutes to get across to the station" "Say no more I will email it through to you before you can even get over there. You don't let them boy's get to you at the station, and just leave Savoy to me. I think his old lady isn't giving him any again so we all have to bear the brunt of his drought" While Lauren could laugh about it Sara could only shiver at the thoughts that brought to mind. "Just call me if you need anything else let me know" Tozier's Girl May 24th 2016 - 1:04 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User II �With goodbyes offered she was back to her solitary thoughts trying to get into the head of a woman that finally felt her only salvation was in the temporary free fall before hitting concrete. Sara contemplated what Abigail's religion had been, unable to recall any information on that in the file, not that it was normally something that was recorded but it could be worth finding out. After all someone that that thought they were there to protect the world against the antichrist would hardly willingly commit suicide knowing that it was a sure fire way to get yourself to hell. It was her grandmother's voice that crept into her head, the old woman and her die hard beliefs that she pontificated to every child in the Sunday school every few minutes. That in itself as a good enough reason for Sara Williams to let her faith lapse taking her chances when her time came, in her walk of life it seemed if you were damned if you did and damned if you didn't and she opted to roll the dice and live her life the way she wanted. Lauren had been true to her word and before she had even gotten close there was a chime of an email, the iPhone displaying her co-works name and no doubt the little gems that the woman had managed to worm out of one of her many sources that of course a lady like her could never reveal. There had been no time scale to her visit and with it only just gone past nine when she drew into the parking lot Sara took the opportunity to get to grips with Lieutenant Pike Tozier.� Page after page of his file was mulled over, every complaint, every time the officer had stepped out of line had been recorded and there had been more than a few instances not that Sara was surprised it seemed that the line between justice and brutality was blurred so often that no one knew where it stood and she was in no position to judge. � It was what was contained in the latter pages that intrigued her most unsure of where it had been sourced from. The lawyer shouldn't have been privy to the goings on in the private life of the officer's but she would take any insight that she could to get into the head of the man that would most likely do anything to get her off his back. He wasn't going to be the first hard ass that thought she was going to be a push over so it paid to know where the weaknesses were just in case she needed to get things back on track. �Try as she might Sara couldn't help but wonder if Abigail had been one of the reasons for the up and coming divorce but pushed the thought aside considering that the woman had been committed for so long that it would hardly allow for a tryst but there was still the burgeoning question of why Tozier was her Detective of choice. The station had to be more one of the less salubrious station houses she had had the pleasure of visiting, the air heavy with an aroma that she could only attribute to stale coffee and most likely sweat given the poor circulation. Dressed in the crisp grey skirt and jacket with a subtle lilac shirt the blonde garnered some attention as she stepped inside the soft click of heels on worn floors seeming to echo off walls. With a deep breath she had to will herself to continue as various sets of eyes swivelled in her direction officers and offenders alike taking note of the new comer that was stood out like the proverbial sore thumb. At the front desk the young officer wasn't any better, and she couldn't be sure if it was a nervous disposition or a dependency issue that had him looking like he was going to jump out his skin.� "I am looking for a Lieutenant Tozier" The accent immediately placed her as an out of towner and she wondered if that was why he was staring over at a bank of desks without actually moving his feet. "Uh........let me fetch him for you ma'am" The jury was still going to be out on just what was wrong with this one who probably wasn't going to graduate much beyond being the glorified receptionist. Even though he had offered to locate the man she wanted he still seemed to hesitate and Sara was weighing up why. When he finally moved Sara opted to follow him, the eyes from the official side of the station were just marginally better than the leers from several cuffed from behind her that were boring into her back or was that her ass? The sooner she found Tozier the sooner she could the hell out of the misogynistic squad room the better. Lingering a few steps behind there was no missing the conversation that took place, and at least Detective Valenti had the decency to currently look busy burying his attention into a file while his partner unleashed his little tirade. There was no hint of amusement on Sara's lips her head c*cked to the side already siding with the soon to be ex Mrs Tozier in her desire to be away from the officer, anyone within a tongue lashing distance seemed to be fair game in his hung over state. Maybe she should have been cutting him some slack given what Tozier had experienced only a few hours before but it was hard to have some sympathy with the dismissive form that had to brace himself to even lift his head out of his hands.. "It's Miss Williams" Sara corrected him before she turned away from the outstretched hand as the uniformed officer began to shrink away to the relative safety of the front desk "Thank you Officer Gordie" With the young man she at least offered him a genuine smile considering what he had to put up with she felt an almost kinship with the bottom of the sh*t pile in a situation not too dissimilar to her own. By the time she turned back to the man in need of a hot shower and a shave the emotion was gone, replaced by neutrality that was needed to make it through each new case that fell upon her desk.�� Just when had he started to drink? Before or after he watched Abigail step off the ledge? Yet more marks were stacking against the man's favour and the faint odour reminiscent of alcohol was only souring her mood further. Tucking the folder under her arms Sara finally took the outstretched hand with a firm shake, with police and lawyers alike it was all just one big pissing contest that she had no interest in. "I think that it would be best to go somewhere a little quieter" A quick scan was enough to tell her that those close enough including Valenti were once more paying more attention to her than upholding any law. "Is there somewhere in the station we can do this? I don't want to keep you and your partner from the fine work you do any longer than necessary" Lips curled into a forced smile.� � Tozier's Girl Apr 6th 2015 - 5:17 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User You are wound to tight around my heart for me to ever stray far from you. Never fear i will always find my way back to you, your arms are my home. Tozier's Girl Aug 10th 2013 - 5:54 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User I miss you too handsome, but you know im never far. I could never be away from you for too long. Tozier's Girl Jul 23rd 2013 - 5:12 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User I've missed you too handsome, so damn much that i will be keeping a close eye on you -grins- there are some weirdo's around here and i don't want to let you out of my sight. Add Comment