My name is Gregory Collins, but most people call me Greg. 
Sorry to Becky and Jen who have been waiting for my reply. You guys are awesome for understanding and for not laying down any pressure. <3 Not sure if I can get replies done tonight because I’m behind on my other RPs as well, but I’ll try. :)
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Night Moves | Greg Collins & Rebecca Portman
Becks’ forehead creased again in confusion, her lips lightly parted in an unasked question. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Too much to process tonight. He kept talking though, and she listened in bewildered appreciation. Where was this coming from? How long had he felt like this? She blinked, regarding him questioningly when he finished… it’d been a while since someone had said anything that nice to her. And it was coming from Collins. She didn’t know what to do with that. All the same, she felt like she owed him a little bit of truth in return, but before she could work up the courage, his warm palm cupped her cheek. Her gaze snapped back to his, wide-eyed with surprise, and then his lips were on hers.
She gasped at the sudden contact, but her eyes quickly fluttered closed and she was embarrassed to find her lips already responding to his. She could almost feel the hormones, remnants of her, ahem, “previous encounter,” racing through her veins, whispering like a devil on her shoulder. She was so tired, and his kiss was so soft… so gentle. Soothing warmth began to spread from her stomach as she leaned into him, fingertips lightly grazing his jaw line while her lips moved slowly across his. In that moment she felt safe and peaceful, the thought never occurring to her that it was the eye of the storm.
Greg didn’t know what had happened, how he found his lips against hers. At that moment, everything was just too surreal to explain. There were no words forming in his head, and any thoughts that he tried to muster only turned out to be random nonsense. Her lips were soft and sweet, just like he had thought they would be. His eyes fell shut, delving deeper into the kiss when he felt her more responsive to his actions. His hands moved slowly, from her cheeks, no longer feeling the need to hold her in place, to her back. Greg pulled her closer, nibbling on her lower lip. He didn’t know how long his lips held hers, but he knew he had to pull away despite not wanting to. “Wait, wait,” he muttered, briefly pulling away, fighting every urge in his body to keep from kissing her again. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean…”
He kissed her. His breathing hitched and already, he anticipated her to land another slap on the cheek. But the more that he thought about it, Greg began to realize that she had kissed him back too. A part of him wished that he could try and comprehend everything that was going on, but to be honest, he was confused, and his whole head was just a complete mess. They went from hating one another to making out in less than who knew how many hours, and Greg couldn’t place any reason for it. There was no sense or logic to be had.
Uneasily, Greg pulled back completely now, turning on his side and pressing his back against the wall. He gently pressed his head against the door, wanting nothing more than to bash his head in it. The momentary truce that they had, whatever it was, didn’t take long before it was once again replaced by silence.
Exploring - Amelia/Greg
Sunrise [Elizabeth/Greg]
Surprisingly, Elizabeth had slept well. Then again, she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised at that. Being a certifiable genius and getting away with the poisoning had left her feeling a little more than pleased with herself. The drugs she took helped as well, though they always had. She rose early and went to the kitchen and dining area. No one was there and she took a large cup of coffee and a muffin before going into the living room. The weather outside was nice and she sat in a chair by the window, eating her breakfast as she watched the sun rise over the manor.
As she ate, Elizabeth thought of the previous night. Everything had gone better than planned and the only thing she needed to work on was making sure that no one would suspect her. She didn’t think they ever would, though, as pinning it on Mariah had been easy. And then there was the fact that she’d been just as sick as the rest of them. She shook her head and leaned back into the wingback chair, feeling the softness envelop her lithe frame. She took another sip of her coffee as she heard shuffling in the room.
Obviously, whoever had come in didn’t see her right away for they settled onto the couch almost as if they had fallen onto it. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at who had intruded on her quiet sanctuary this morning. It was Greg, the detective. She wondered where his girlfriend was and wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Hello,” she said, her voice punctuated with friendliness. “You’re up early. Where’s that girlfriend of yours?” Her lips twisted into some sort of smile, though it felt more like a grimace.
The sound of the unexpected voice coming out of the shadows made Greg’s heart jump and then suddenly freeze. He shut his eyes and held his breath for a moment, afraid that releasing it would mean letting out the shock that he had tried his best to hold in. “Goddamnit,” he whispered quietly once he had finally grounded himself. He turned to look at the familiar young girl looking at him intently. Greg and Elizabeth had been on good terms so far, and save her her noticeable reliance on medication, she was a sweet girl. Collins gave her a pleasant grin followed by his own statements.
“Good morning to you too, Miss Wishart. Couldn’t sleep?” His question didn’t seem so valid, especially since Elizabeth looked like she had slept cozily. He blamed it on his own fatigue. “Jace is …” he began, not knowing exactly how to respond. They had both agreed that too split rooms for the moment, and maybe broaden their own investigations. “… a bit hard to handle. She’s not entirely feeling well, and she’s requested to given more breathing space.” Greg wasn’t sure how believable his words had been but he was sure that he got the message across anyway. He rubbed his face and readjusted himself from the seat, but not before following up with a “Why do you ask?”
Any chances of getting some kind of sleep seemed so distant now, especially since he had begun to speak with someone else from the manor. And even though he didn’t particularly enjoy anyone’s company, he had to keep his cool and be as proper as he could be. After all, people looked to him and respected him. At least, as far as he was concerned. “It’s good that you can actually eat already. I don’t think my stomach’s ready from anything prepared in the manor yet.” He chuckled weakly, his laugh sucked in by the yawn he had just let out.
Night Moves | Greg Collins & Rebecca Portman
What little relief she felt from hearing him echo her admission was instantly erased by the warmth of him suddenly against her side. No doubt he’d meant it as a companionable gesture in light of their possible continued partnership, so she quelled her immediate response to scoot away. Instead she sat stock-still, trying to stop her traitorous nerves from firing all at once. After a long few moments of silence, he seemed none the wiser and she finally succeeded in willing herself to relax. She’d never imagined Collins as the touchy-feely sort, but then again, she realized slowly, she didn’t really much about him at all. She only knew the tight ass from homicide. Wasn’t Jace proof that there was more to him than that?
“Okay, one rule though If we’re gonna keep working together: you’ve gotta stop being so nice,” she grinned, eyebrows quirked. “Seriously, it’s freaking me out.” She gave him a friendly nudge with her shoulder, enough to jostle him so that they weren’t touching anymore. With a deep breath, she turned serious for a moment, deciding she’d probably never get another opportunity to bring this up, so as much as she didn’t want to deal with it… “Did you mean what you said before? About me?” She rolled her eyes in self-deprecation and covered her face with her hands. “Oh God, that didn’t sound so pathetic in my head. Wow.” She was smiling now, in spite of herself, and slid her hands down her face just enough to look at him.
Of all their years working together, Greg had never felt so at ease with Rebecca. Whenever they would go on a case, or just talk in general, he had always felt the need and the urge to compete. She was his supervisor, and Greg felt like he had something to prove to her, that he needed something to impress, and that he wasn’t just like anyone else on the team. This objective was often shrouded by their banter and his lack of understanding when it came to her methods, but that didn’t mean he thought of her any less. The fact that she didn’t immediately pull away felt a good deal to Collins, and a slight bit in him wondered if that only meant their tandem would be present once again.
He clutched his sides, grinning as she nudged him aside. Work together. So she was considering the possibility. Greg was too, momentarily forgetting about how Rebecca’s methods were often those that he didn’t entirely agree with. He fell silent, swallowing the lump in his throat when she had asked about what he had said. Greg paused for a moment, trying to recall everything. “I meant every word of it,” he replied, looking at her sincerely, catching the slight change in her face. “You’re an excellent detective. We may have our differences, personal qualms and varying ideologies, but you know your stuff. And I know you don’t need to rely on anything like your looks or your hunches to do accomplish anything. It’s in you, Portman, no matter how much I try to refuse to accept it.” He let out a nervous laugh once more, and flashed her a slight grin.
There was a moment when their eyes caught one another’s gaze, and another moment of clarity in the silence. His chest clenched up and uncontrollably, he could feel his hands moving towards her, gently. His hand placed delicately on her face and his thumb began to circle around her cheek before he finally pushed himself forward, their lips pressing against one another.
Night Moves | Greg Collins & Rebecca Portman
Frowning again, she crossed her arms, hugging them tightly to herself. Was she the bad guy now? Was Collins actually trying to be nice to her and she was just verbally shoving him away? Nothing was making sense and she was just so tired. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but nothing was feeling any clearer. No surprise epiphanies.
What she did feel was a pang of sadness when he promised not to bother her again. Not the surprise she was hoping for. Rebecca hated to admit it, even to herself, but she actually sort of enjoyed working together again. Maybe it was just ego and the fact that he’d sought her out, deferred to her methods for once. Wait. He had admitted he needed her and she had helped him… oh shit, he really was just being nice. Thanking her. Telling her… shit. She was such an asshole.
She pressed her lips together and shifted uncomfortably, wanting to say something nice but finding it extremely difficult. Not because she didn’t have nice things to say, but because she didn’t know how to say them to Collins. “You don’t… I mean, I don’t mind.” She scrunched up her face, almost laughing at how badly she was failing at this. “What I mean is I liked working with you tonight. I… appreciated that you trusted me because let’s face it, you had no reason to. It’s gonna take time to get past some of the stuff you said, but… I don’t mind if you ‘bother’ me. I’ve gotten used to you pulling my pigtails.” Finally she did manage a little smile and forced herself to look at him. For once, she wasn’t trying to screw with him.
Her eyes dropped back down and squeezed her arms tighter against herself. Seriously, was it a full moon or something? That was so unlike her. Everything was so off-balance.
His eyes averted from her again, their gazes refusing to meet, like a chance encounter that was never brought to fruition. If he had been paying attention, he might have noticed the way she closed her eyes in an almost solemn way, or the deep breath and the sudden bothered feeling that seemed to envelop her. But Greg had been too busy swimming in his own thoughts, trying to tread through alll of them.
The short time that they had rekindled whatever fire they had when it came to working together had been there, and he knew that he couldn’t deny it. Though just as easily as it was there, it could also be brushed off as him reading into things. Greg cocked his head upward, in her direction, seeing her struggling with her words. “Don’t strain yourself,” he replied almost dryly at first, following up with a slight chuckle. He didn’t expect her to flatter him with some kind of compliment or to share some kind of gratitude. That was never Portman when it came to their dynamic.
But she continued. And no matter how hard he tried to force himself into believing she was only saying those things to appease him, it felt different. “I know this sounds…weird, especially coming from me, but…” He heard Andy’s voice, telling him to ask for Rebecca’s help. He could have sworn it. But that just didn’t make sense, any sense. And the last thing he wanted was to suddenly believe in the powers of the voices in anyone’s head. He couldn’t tell her about it either. Especially not when he had given her so much crap for it. Hesitating at the last minute, he muttered, “I really enjoyed working with you too.” It wasn’t a lie.
Looking at her now, and the genuine smile, despite how little it was, on her face, made him grin. “Despite how much this was an enjoyable experience, let’s not have a re-run. Food poisoning was never something I appreciated.” There was a light around her that made her glow somewhat in the darkness, and he wasn’t sure if it was just the fatigue sinking in on him, or yet one more after effect of the poison. He shifted his weight now, moving in closer to her so that their sides were now pressed against one another. There was silence again, but the awkwardness was thin.
Sunrise [Elizabeth/Greg]
The morning couldn’t have come sooner. Greg had probably caught around ten minutes of sleep. He wasn’t too sure, but it felt even less. Everything had been meshed up in his head, just squirming around for room when there was none, and Greg just wanted to shut down. His head felt completely heavy and his eyelids begged to be closed, but he couldn’t will it to do so. Jace had decided to sleep in a different room and to be honest, it was a relief. He didn’t want too have to explain to her why he seemed all shaken up and out of his head. She probably would have figured it out, though. She always had a knack when it came to reading people.
The rays of light orange that came from the distance peered through the window and Greg took that as a reason to get up from his unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. He slipped on a plain shirt and his feet found some slippers hanging by the side of his bed. He wondered if anyone else had been awake already, or if other people found it as difficult to catch some sleep just as he had. After all, it had been a stressful night for everyone. Not that he wouldn’t be in a good contender if they all compared nights.
He made his way downstairs, taking small and careful steps down the stairs, not wanting to make noise knowing that some people were still asleep. He had considered moving to the kitchen and getting some breakfast, but after last night, he wasn’t in the mood to eat at all. Maybe getting food poisoned did that to a person. He forced himself down on the couch instead, the soft cushions causing him to sink in against them. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice that there was someone else in the living room with him.
