they made me do it .,

[charlotte krause]

- - Pulling up to a familiar brick apartment building, Charlotte quickly eyed the vehicles sitting out front before parking in the first available spot. She'd worked the last six days straight, being completely swamped with paperwork and cases that had piled up being so close to the holiday season. People got desperate this time of the year and besides the fact that she didn't blame them - even pitied them - she was becoming overwhelmed. It was such a relief when her boss had finally given her the friday after Thanksgiving off. It was blitz and there were sure to be so many crazy people, so many stores would be making their calls to the police department, but she didn't even care. She could shut off her phone for the day and relax. Her version of relaxing anyway, which meant cooking to make up for the lack of cooking on the biggest food holiday of the year, and harassing someone she'd come to see as one of her best friends.

- - Completely worn, she had still managed to feel perked up about the idea of going to see Ethan, even if he was't expecting her and he had probably already had his own celebration for the holiday. She made basic Thanksgiving foods; turkey, stuffing, ham, green bean cassarole, and included a pumpkin pie. If he wasn't happy with the abrupt arrival - though he might have been at work, in which case, she'd have simply left it on his counter - or the food, she could always just dump it over his head. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to do so if he was ungrateful, she was happy with the thought that he would at least accept it graciously. Grabbing the bags with tubberware in them, she made her way into the cool winter air and towards the apartment building.

- - Stopping at the door to his apartment, she knocked once, pressing her ear against the door to wait to see if there was any sign of him responding. When there was none, she sat the food down gently, pulled a couple bobby pins from her hair and stuck them in the lock with a bit of a smile playing at her lips. "stupid raff, just give me a key...

[/color][/font] she mumbled to herself as she concentrated on the lock, biting her tongue as she did so. It wasn't the first time she'd picked his locks and it probably wasn't the last time she would do so either. As soon as she heard the click of the lock, she turned the door knob, picked up the bags and pushed open the door.

- - Oblivious being one of her middle names - along with emotional, peppy, and immature - she marched straight into the kitchen, kicking the door shut as she went. Setting the bags down, she started pulling things out of the bags and then heard noise coming from the direction of his bedroom. Stopping in the act, she only had to listen for a couple of seconds before she knew what was going on. Making her best effort at ignoring the signs of his company, she continued her work, pulling food out for him and tossing the empty bags. The facade only lasted so long, though, as her temper boiled to a point and she slapped a tubberware container full of gravey down with enough effort to have the lid pop open and splash on the counter. It wasn't as if she had any right to the sudden onslaught of emotion she was feeling, yet her mind refused to process that this was wrong in any way. He was the wrong one.

- - Even if he didn't know she was coming over, Charlotte was completely blaming him for being irresponsible. Didn't he have any sense to know that she might break into his apartment?! Knocking on the door turned into practically punching the door, she didn't want to open it to be able to put a face to the moans. "hey ethan, i do hope thats christian in there with you, he'd be ever so hurt if you were cheating on him, but you know i've never heard a boy make sounds like that... guess there's much i don't know about gay sex!"[/color][/font] Despite the fact that Christian was obviously his older brother, it was the first male name that popped into her mind, and she prayed the girl on the other side wouldn't know the kennedy family. Charlotte had no problem with cockblocking. "i brought you food, by the way, it's on the counter whenever you're done getting your fucking dick wet,"[/color][/font] she added, with so much spite that she could have hit him if he was in front of her. Realizing how poorly she was reacting - after all, she had actually walked in on him before and this was much less of an intrusion - she took a deep breath to steady her breathing and spoke much calmer, "enjoy the food, call me when you have an opportunity."[/color][/font] with that, she left the apartment in a temper.

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