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Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

"Somewhat. Many factors play into my not really taking part in the life that exists below me. The biggest thing is professional courtesy, I'm their boss, and they're my employees so there is a kind of conflict of interest involved." He said, still working around her to get all her measurements, and being quite amused by her ticklishness. "And there are many personal reasons...sure, they're beautiful, but as I get to know them personalities don't fit, personal enjoyments don't mesh, things like that. Plus, most of them are in their early twenties...and I'm thirty-six, so..for me at least that feels a bit like robbing the craddle." He stated as he stood up and rolled the measure tape in his hand.

"But it's basically the same reasons why I'm not married. Haven't found anyone worthwhile." He finished plainly, walking around back to his desk to put the measuring tape away and write down all of the figures.
 
Liz would lightly tip her head down, soft blush on her cheeks yet again. "Really is quite the compliment then, sir..Thank you."

She ran out of things to say and after him speaking on such a personal level, that made her slightly uneasy. She'd fumble with the hem of her corset a bit, following his movements from the corner of her eyes.

On the other hand, this gave her mind the opportunity to process the events so far, and it casually wandered over all the changes that were at hand. The warm wave that sent through her body made her shiver lightly, smile tugging at her lips once more.
 
Looking over at her, he would give a small, casual smile as he put the cap back on his pen. "You're very welcome Liz." He said, before looking at his watch, and sitting down. "You can go now, I'll fill away this paperwork and get you set up in the system for the key for your room. Here.." He said, taking a small card from his desk, and handing it to her. "My cell phone number is on there. Give me a call when you're done your class, and we can see about moving your stuff, alright?" He said with a slightly broader smile, and when she took the card, it would read:

Staff Sergeant Marcel Reynolds
R.C.M.P "E" Divison

Along with all the other details including his phone number. "Think you can find your way out little miss, or would you like me to take you down?" He asked.
 
Wide grin parting her lips, she'd take the card from him, giving a gentle nod. Upon reading it she looked up again, brow quirked slightly "You're with the national police force, sir?", with a fair bit of amusement and a hint of sarcasm she'd ad "..Am I in trouble, perhaps?"

She extended her hand to shake his, lightly shrugging her shoulders "Think I'm able to handle it, sir. Thank you, for everything so far. I'll be calling you at around noon".

It wasn't until she'd put on her vest and already had her hand on the doorknob when she paused, and partially turned around "You know, sir..It just hit me how much of a funny coincidence this is..First of all, you having an appointment at the same time as my lecture..And then you being with the rcmp while my lecture is about law and crime.."
 
"The first time I have handcuffs around your wrists miss, you'll know if you're in trouble or not." He said with a small grin of his own. When she had paused for a moment, he would look at her, and through years of training and self -discipline, he was able to hid a bigger grin at the fact she had figured out what was happening. Smart one this Liz, and it was a strange sensation to be lying to her when he had already grown so fond of his newest employee.

"It's a funny coincidence, but just a coincidence. I'm not nearly smart enough to be discussing things like the philosophy of law and crime to university students. I barely made it through when I was young." He replied in a manner that seemed quite honest and true. Leaning back in his chair, he would fold his hands over his stomach. "I'll be waiting for your call, hope the lecture goes well. Wonder who we got to do that lecture anyway..." he said as if to himself, face looking down as he falsely contemplated.
 
She raised a finger in objection, as if to argue, then phrased her thought a little more politely "I doubt you would not be smart enough, sir." Rolling her eyes in a rather subconscious expression, she added "Besides, experience has learned how..clever, you can be."

She flashed him a sanctimonious smile, then slipped out the door with a quasi ignorant "Good luck with your appointment, sir!" and, voice dropping just slightly "Hope the audience doesn't give you a hard time.." She wasn't entirely sure about the matter, but if she was wrong it was just an innocent perhaps somewhat misplaced comment, if she was right..Well, at least then he knew she wasn't easily fooled, and either way he'd know she spoke her mind.

Walking out the building, she contemplated whether she'd want to be in the front or back of the room. If she sat in the back, no-one would notice the expression on her face, if she sat in the front, she'd be able to make contact with him, and since everybody else was behind her, no-one would see. Front row it was.
 
When she left he allowed that smirk to pass over his lips, and he whispered a quiet, "Smart girl." to himself. He would do a bit more paper work before getting up and getting himself ready for the presentation, making sure he had the slides, the info he thought he wouldn't need, but took with him anyway, and finally his uniform. He would have to take a stop at the station to grab his firearm, cops didn't go to presentations without their gun..looked unprofessional, or so that's how the joke went. Changed and collected, he would wander out towards his blue pick-up, and make his way towards the station, and then to Simon Fraiser University deep in the heart of Vancouver.
 
Once she got back to the university she was greeted by the only friend that knew about her situation, so after both getting some coffee they headed into the room early. The great advantage of lecture rooms was that there was never anybody there until the lecture actually started, so they had all the peace and quiet they needed to talk.

Once most of the hyper excitement of her actually getting the job was out of the way, Liz told her that she could take her room, completely decorated, as of today. She was about to discuss things in some more detail when more people started to wander in, and they moved to the front row. She'd sit down on the corner, both legs pulled up onto the chair and crossed, notebook in her lap and curiosity practically radiating off her face.
 
Pulling into the visitor parking lot, Marcel would take a stretch, and grab his things, proceeding into the university to meet the professor at his office before moving into the class. With the formalities squared away, and the class planning set, they two of them made their way towards the class just as the big gaggle of students would arrive and start seating themselves. Marcel among them would stand out with his tall black hat with the yellow stripe running around it, and soon he would seperate away from the students and go with the professor to the front of the class, setting up his slideshow on the computer while some students still trickled themselves in. He was aware of the many students looking at him, and invariably one in particular.

With the presentation loaded onto the computer, he would stand and move to be beside the desk, crossing his hands in front of him, and it would be then that he would look at Liz and just smile a bit, before the professor chimed in.

"Alright class, let's settle it down a bit so we can get started. As you all know we have a guest speaker today who should have some insight into the practical side of law and crime. I present the branch commander for the RCMP division just outside Vancouver here, Staff Sergeant Marcel Reynolds. Officer.." the man said, passing the floor over to him.
 
His subtle smile had quite the bit of effect. Perhaps the situation they found themselves in was rather amusing. Perhaps more so because of the elbow her friend shoved into her ribs so enthusiastically that she almost tumbled off her chair. So much for not standing out.

The questioning gaze of her friend, and the slight nod of her head in reaction to that were probably enough of a hint that her friend was up to date, and Liz had even be sure enough of herself to say that he would most likely be the one holding the lecture.

After the minor fuss she gave a slight apologetic shrug, picked her notebook up off the floor and feigned complete and utter concentration - just so she'd be able to ignore her hyper neighbour and her own rather distracting thoughts. After all, there was a course to pass here.
 
Would have to restrict the chuckle that her friend had inspired, and the kind of sheepish way that Liz was trying to compensate for the act. People will be people, no need to apologize for it, he thought to himself, before taking off his hat, and stepping towards the class.
"Now, normally you would probably expect me to come into your classroom and prattle on for and hour and fifteen minutes about the importance of law and order and how it relates to crime. However, I don't think any of you would gain much out of this, because the important thing about philosophy is that it is shaped by each individual, everyone has their own opinions and views which make for different perspectives. So the first thing I'm going to do today before I get to the slides I have is ask some of you to tell me...why does law exist? Why did we make the institution, and what does it mean to you?" He said, having paced back and forth in front of the room while he spoke, taking care to look at each student individually, even if there were tons of them. He would also make sure not to linger for too long on Liz. After all, this was their world apart from the hotel, and in this world everyone was completely autonomous, and he wanted to keep it that way.
 
Liz decided it might be wiser to keep quiet -the chance that some minor detail would draw attention from somebody was one she wasn't willing to take.

So she quietly took notes of all the different views people offered, a slight smirk crossing her face when she mused 'it comes down to the fact that the majority of people have an innate need to be ruled..and for another minority that's exactly what they were born to do. That thought apparently really does apply to everything.."

Apart from the subject, her attention started to shift more and more towards mr. Reynolds in stead of his words, her own philosophies trailing further from law and crime by the minute.
 
He would continue the spirited discussion with the students well into the class, and never really made it to his slide show. He wasn't really interested, those were just there as a backup plan in case the students were too lazy to debate with him seriously the finer points of law and order and the reasons why people committed crimes. He frequently dropped to the sociological perspective, and that always drew flack, flack he was able to avoid and counter against quite easily.

Before they knew it the class was over, and everyone stayed just a bit longer to terminate their trains of thought, before heading out of the class. Marcel, for his part, worked on packing up his things and thanking the kindly old professor for allowing him the chance to pick the brains of today's youth. He felt like it had been forever since he was one. As he headed out of the class he would look to Liz for one split second, and with his pinky and thumb make a small phone mimic next to his ear, before disappearing into the crowd.
 
Once the lecture was over, she'd lean back in her chair and stretch a little, nodding somewhat tiredly to a few comments of her friend. She'd slowly put her things away, smiled gently in greeting to her professor and turned a bit to discuss the last details with her friend - how she'd be reachable from now on, at what time that friend would be at her apartment, the few things she'd ask her to hold on to, and last but not least [when everyone had left the room], the contract she'd just signed.

She'd answer his subtle gesture with a slight nod of her head and a soft smile. Once everyone was gone, all had been discussed and she'd hugged her friend goodbye, she'd fetch Marcel's card and her cellphone, as soon as he'd picked up uttering a slightly nervous but most definitely cheerful "Heading out of the lecture room right now, sir. Should I head to the parking lot?"
 
"The visitor parking lot, yep. Just look the the blue pickup truck with a police officer rummaging in the driver side door." He replied with a small chuckle, before hanging up and getting back to work on putting his bag and things in the back seat. He would remove his gun from the holster and put it into the lockable case he had borrowed from the station so he could return it the next day he worked, which was still three days away. Then his mind travelled away to what the hell he would do with Liz, how he would proceed her training, where to start her, but most importantly how he was going to work at avoiding a less then professional relationship with her. She was unique to the rest, of this he was aware, but the morals and rules he had followed his entire adult life still applied, or so he thought.

With his hands on his hips, he would be staring absently into his truck when she arrived.
 
With a quiet snicker and a quick "Alright sir, I'll be there in a second" she'd hang up, rounding two more corners before she was at the parking lot. She was a bit surprised and amused to say the least at the butterflies in her stomach when she noticed the blue pick-up truck.

As she arrived at the driver side she had to stop herself from pouncing him, and in stead gave a short wave and still as cheerful "Hiya!", hopping from one foot to another. Before he could even reply she'd blurted out a victorious "I was SO right!", the grin on her lips almost spreading from ear to ear.
 
He would jump a bit when she said her greeting, slammed out of his reverie by something loud and rather unexpected, but not unwelcomed. He grinned when she said she was right, and he gave a small nod as he took off his hat, "Yes, of course you were. You're a smart girl, I wouldn't expect anything less." That was an interesting statement to be saying when he had only known her for what amounted to little more than a few hours. Oh well, seemed like the most appropriate thing in his mind, so why not say it? Motioning towards the passenger side of the truck, he chuckled, "Get in you little smart ass."

After she would get in he would do the same, sliding into his seat and putting his seatbelt on, turning the truck to life and leaving the parking lot. "So..where am I headed?"
 
Soft chuckle passed her lips as he jumped, the victorious grin spreading just a little wider. "Thank you, sir" she'd murr happily "You're flattering me". She made a slight curtsy and practically skipped off to the other side of the car.

While opening the car door she'd swing her bag off her shoulder, then comfortably settled in the passenger seat, wrapping her arms around her bag once she'd fastened her seatbelt. She'd frown a little at his question, directions most definitely not being one of her fortes. "I'm sorry sir, my sense of orientation is absolutely horrible. My apartment is in one of the Victorian houses just off campus..Any clue what I'm talking about?" She'd give a quasi apologetic shrug and made a wide gesture to the west "That way."
 
"I'm a cop, of course I know where that is. You think most students are ruley people? Not likely." He said with a small chuckle as he took off towards the direction he was pretty sure she was talking about. They would be there shortly, and cruising down the street, he would look from side to side at the houses, and point, "Alright, we got the directions part out of the way, figure you can point out your own living quarters?" He said with a sideways grin, voice a little thick with playful sarcasm.
 
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