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[Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up after this last week of unending sleep and pleasant dreams.

And judging from that vicious bit of name calling, not quite as well-rested as the woman had hoped he would wake up to be.]

Good morning, dear. Sleep well?

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You like this too much, you imp!

[The voice snaps in from stage left.]

You slipped me something last night! Was it in the wine? What did you want from it? My hair and whiskers do not feel any shorter this time.

[So grouchy, husband.

Though he can't see it, Naomi is already on her way out of her laboratory to come and release him from this potentially embarrassing scenario.]

I did no such thing. [Fond memory though.] You've been dead asleep for over a week now, hogging the entire bed to yourself.

I should have gotten my own revenge just for that while I had the chance.

[That is a sobering thought, and the foot abruptly stills. A brief silence reigns.]

A week, [Javert breathes dryly from off-screen. The bed mattress creaks, and there is a light rattle from the gift Naomi did bestow on him in his sleep.] A splitting migraine and a sore wrist for a week! Apparently the rest does me no good.

Tell me! Have I gotten the boot for my absence? Where is my pink slip?

[Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Javert. And by the way, the sore wrist is a pretty new edition.]

No, of course not. Your bitch of a wife made a call to the Chief Prosecutor to explain your absence the moment I saw what was going on. And then I made sure to send those reports and files you'd brought home right back to the office for them to deal with.

[Another wretched, stark silence, as if the man were dealt a hefty, befuddling blow. That is rather thoughtful of her, isn't it? Damn it, confusing woman, does he have cause to be enraged with you or not?

But wait! Perhaps she had an ulterior motive for such actions. Javert, after all, is not known to soften or go easy when he awakes in a sour mood.

He eventually breaks the silence with a burst of dry, crackling laughter. The foot, still visible through the video feed, twitches.]

Yes, you speak privately to my superior with all of my paperwork. You wanted to neatly arrange an extended absence then! And so long as I cannot reach this damn Dreamberry--[his toes stretch as if to emphasize the point]--it seems I am woefully at your mercy. Did I neglect you recently? Enough to earn time as your prisoner? Ha, ha!

Well, your prank is finished. I am awake and uncomfortable. Do you have the key to this -- [a rattling of chains] -- with you?

[The sharp clicking of her heels on pavement comes to an abrupt halt, the woman silently casting a look to her husband..'s foot through the Dreamberry. Thank goodness she really loves you or she'd have to glance away again.]

What good are you to me asleep? [Javert can likely hear the smile in her voice by now before Naomi resumes her walk towards home. Only a few minutes away now.] If this really was all my doing, don't you suspect that you waking up would only be the beginning? What point could I possibly make by pulling you out of work to sleep for a week?

[And he should know this coy tone of hers by now.] Perhaps. I hope I haven't misplaced the key on accident.

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Perhaps it is that the depths of your depravity is bottomless. Then I would have some use to you asleep, [he retorts. The banter may be a welcome amusement on most days, but he does so much prefer to have the upper hand in any exchange.]

You tease, [sniffs Javert tersely.] Well, you did not leave them under the pillows. I have already checked. Are you coming here now? You should, before I ruin our headboard. I cannot stay here.

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[Naomi, perceptive wife that she is, can pick up on just how increasingly irritated her dear husband is getting. Though, to be perfectly honest, she'd likely be feeling exactly the same way if handcuffed tightly to her bed both naked and very alone.

So she'll let his retort drop. This time.]

Don't hurt yourself, [Naomi says quickly, that playful tone dropping for a brief moment. That was exactly what she was trying to avoid by doing this in the first place.] I'm already coming to free you up.

Already anxious to get on patrol? You can't spare a single moment for me?

Needy tart! [snaps Javert. Naomi may be able to hear the roll of his eyes.] You know you will have me to yourself by nightfall, yet you are still unhappy to let me go!

[The chain from the handcuff rattles. Javert bends down, attempting to peer into the video screen grimly.]

You slept beside me all week. I have been absent from duty for the same amount of time. I will not keep it waiting longer than necessary.

[Sorry, Naomi: the Law will always be Javert's first mistress. He adds as an afterthought,]

--Nor will I give the von Karma woman the satisfaction of a good reason to dismiss me. That irritates me.

Is that such a bad thing? Or would you really prefer that I celebrate every morning the moment you are out the door? [With a strapping young man? Or a particularly handsome Cardinal?]

And don't take it personally, but sleeping isn't exactly what I had in mind.

[Thankfully for Javert, their shared condo is only a few blocks away from the doctor's remodeled laboratory. Naomi is already on their street and closing in.]

Well, from everything that you've said about her to me, I doubt you arriving at any time would keep her mouth from running.

Good God, I don't intend to abandon you! It is not her mouth but my conscience that concerns me! I pledged my duty to the law, and I will not abuse my station of authority here. You understood this! I should not need to explain!

[Though it is unexpectedly nice to know that his own wife does not celebrate upon his departure for work every morning. He can probably count the number of other people who can honestly claim the same on one hand.]

Besides, the day will pass quickly. It is already nearing noon, isn't it?

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[And then there is that distinct click of the Dreamberry being turned off suddenly.]

What difference does a workday make?--

[And then the telltale click. He frowns, bending down to peer at the Dreamberry from afar.]

Naomi?

[And in a barely-audible mutter,]

Incredible! Damn it all! She will want some well-oiled pandering tonight. To keep me prisoner like a gutter rat...

[In less than five minutes, Javert will hear the familiar sound of a key being turned into the front entrance's durable lock and a door being quickly opened and shut. A pair of heels clicks sharply across the floor and pauses at the bedroom doorway. And there she was, the Chief Inspector's loving wife, Naomi Javert.

The doctor unintentionally freezes for a moment by the door, dark eyes fixed on his face thoughtfully. It's a sweet relief to finally see her husband awake and arguing with her again. Though sleep comas happen often and usually are finished within a week, that knowledge really isn't enough to ease a woman's concern about the man she loves being dead asleep to the world for ten entire days.

Finally, a smile slips onto her lovely face. In a few graceful movements, Naomi has seated herself on the edge of the bed beside her husband.]

Miss me? [she purrs. That small hand of hers moves to rest on his chest lightly. Yes, the woman is well aware that she won't get a decent greeting back until he is set free from the bedpost, but that won't stop her from trying.]

[And there is Javert, stark naked with nothing but a sheet to preserve his dignity. Yet he still manages to make himself look both bored and imperious, his severe stare fixed on his wife, a brow arched expectantly. He does not react to her touch, not even with the slightest twitch.

At least he looks stern rather than enraged.

Javert calmly lifts his cuffed arm with a pointed look. Luckily for them both, the headboard has not yet sustained any damage. His Dreamberry remains switched on at the foot of the bed.]

Well?

Well, I had hoped to get a warmer welcome than that, but I'll forgive it this time. I know how grouchy you get with too much sleep. [And with one of her usual darling smiles, the woman leans over to pull open the drawer of the small bedside table that contains a few of her things. Her personal things. See, the key was right within reach, Javert. She just didn't expect him to ever go rooting through her stuff.

However, after a moment or two of shuffling those items around, Naomi's smile drops.]

... [Oh dear.]

[Javert's face is the equivalent of an impassive black line, his eyes boring unflinchingly and indifferently into hers. He will not give an inch to his wife until she frees him from these leopard print handcuffs.

--The exception being the drop of that smug smile from her face. That is enough to elicit a wry, bemused twitch at the corner of his mouth. This predicament is getting to be quite ridiculous, isn't it?]

What is that expression? [he asks in a low voice.] Are you joking with me? In that drawer! You said you have got it with you.

[He arches a brow, eyes drifting thoughtfully toward the ceiling, as cool and resplendently composed as always. At least he does not quite seem to be angry now that his wife has finally made her entrance.]

Though I suppose I shall settle for a saw. If the key is really lost.

[Immediately the act drops, Naomi's dark eyes rolling back in annoyance.]

You just love to ruin my fun, don't you? How boring. [And voilà, the lovely doctor pulls the supposedly missing key out of her lab coat pocket.

It's only a quick click later that Javert's poor arm is finally free.]

[Javert grasps the helping hand with an intent stare and plucks the key from her fingers. He'll be holding on to that--and the handcuff, while he's at it.]

Yes, I am a very dull fellow, indeed.

[The impassivity and intensity drops instantaneously, a smirk pulling his lips taut. Javert releases her and shakes out his hand and wrist, rubbing the smarting flesh tenderly. He bends closer to her, his voice lowering conspiratorially,]

I believe I will have a cramp in this arm for the rest of the day. Now, I saw it is very clean in here. I hope you have not hidden all of my clothing from me. I would prefer to go to work dressed, rather.

[Hey, you better return those later, husband. Somehow she doubts it will go over very well if he were to accidentally pull that particular pair of handcuffs out of his great pockets while out on the job.

-But before Naomi can give him back one of those witty retorts he was probably missing after so long, she pauses. Oh, there's the other part she'd nearly forgotten about...]

Well, I had no idea you'd wake up today, dear, you can't blame me for that. [Though this whole situation clearly puts a winning point on the doctor's side, Naomi isn't quite so sure how Javert will react to this new information.] I rarely get a chance to professionally clean your things, you're so attached to them. Your hat and coat alone get so filthy being worn everyday without pause, so you can't expect me to not grab that kind of an opportunity when it so infrequently rises.

Everything will be ready tomorrow morning, but for now... [Well, there has to be something in the closet.]

[Javert's expression slackens dumbly, and a hard, cold crust forms. He stares at her closely, as if to measure whether or not she speaks sincerely. Rather than offer a verbal response to the flash of horror inside of him, he sweeps (managing to be all at once majestic, militaristic and naked) to his feet and loots his armoire compartments like a forty-niner mining for gold.

All empty. Save for one.

At the last drawer he freezes, neck bent over to scour its innards.

Javert raises his eyes back to Naomi, brow arched with meaning.]

You are a vile woman, [he remarks casually with a rueful grin.] You must have the last laugh, eh? Fine, then! I will not have it bother me.

[He grabs the last remaining articles of clothing from his armoire and disappears into the bathroom for a quick wash.]

[And your lovely wife will just remain on the bed for now, laying back and waiting for her husband to reappear.]

[And reappear he does, like a day-glo welcome beacon at high noon.

Javert has washed up and dressed himself in the last remaining set of clothes in his armoire. They remained, of course, because he never wears them. Or he hasn't since a zoo trip (http://somarium.livejournal.com/613693.html?thread=43100221) with his "family" over one calendar year ago. Yes, indeed, Javert forbidding demeanor is tempered only mildly by a bright splash of pinks, oranges and blues in a Hawaiian-print top and a pair of muted khaki cargo shorts. His sunglasses are cradled gingerly in his breast pocket.

He folds his hairy arms across his broad chest.]

... It will do. For today.

It seems that I am missing only the camera-cord around my neck.

[Oh.

Oh dear. The slender woman had almost completely forgotten about this particular outfit she'd gifted to her husband so very long ago. Well, then again, it isn't as if she's ever seen it in this lifetime. It was actually from a false set of memories from over a year ago. Two lifetimes ago, to be exact.

Which is precisely why that Naomi, who is lounging quite comfortably on their shared bed with a pillow tucked behind her back, immediately begins to cackle the moment he steps into view. Isn't your dear wife so charming and sweet?]

Don't you look handsome today. [And another round of giggles as she sits up to smile at him.] I think with that on you'll be striking even more fear than usual into the hearts of those nasty criminals.

They won't even have a clue what they're dealing with.

Let's hope you are correct, [he grumbles, checking himself in the wall mirror again when Naomi bursts into a cackling fit.] And they will not laugh at me today. But if they do... Well!

[Javert casts Naomi a sidelong glance.]

Then I shall give them a reason not to.

[Actually, that almost sounds like it could be a grand time, indeed. If he is very fortunate, than those street rascals will not recognize him at all until after he has ensured their arrest. It suits Javert's taste for dramatic captures very well. There is an indecipherable twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

My boots. Did you snatch them as well?

[And yet another giggle fit, but can you really blame the woman, Javert? She's been missing your company dreadfully these last ten days while you've been sleeping. She's ecstatic to have you with her again, even if she might not exactly come out with that information directly.

Her dark, mischievous gaze gives his body another sweep up and down.]

No, but I don't see how you can expect to wear those wonderful boots I gave you with an outfit like that. The shirt is one thing, dear, but you don't want to give everyone you work with the impression that you're senile already.

[Not that Edgeworth's bright feminine colors really looked any better...]

Why the devil not? It would give them a shock to know I still have my head. Perhaps I will hear more of the damn station gossips more clearly. [Javert calls to her as he clomps to the shoe closet. Not that he doesn't pick up on the station rumors and gossip already; Javert is that particularly talented sort of individual who seems to have eyes and ears in every room. He swings the shoe closet open.

Of course, most of the shoes belong to Naomi - various pumps, the cold-weather boots he had gifted her, and other shoes of varying professionality and fanciness. His own shoes were confined to a single pair of boots, still well-shined with the care he gives them on a daily basis, a single pair of men's loafers and some fuzzy slippers that have never been worn. Javert selects the gently-worn men's loafers and slips them on.]

Where are my eye-glasses? Now that I am a veritable tourist.

[One day in the not too distant future, Naomi will get him into those fuzzy slippers. Just you wait, Javert.

With her usual feminine grace, Naomi Hunter slips from their shared bed onto her tiny feet, picking up the very familiar pair of aviator shades on the bedside table. From there it only takes a few quick steps to completely close the distance between the couple in their small room.

Smiling even more coyly than before, she stretches upwards against him, sliping the metal frames into place carefully behind his ears and onto the bridge of his nose, delicate hands lingering on his hairy (but always so tidy!) cheeks. And with that, she gives him a brief kiss to the lips.]

Perfect.

[Naomi can be sweet on occasion.]

--For a lengthy day of sight-seeing, [he says dryly.] Or fifteen hours on my feet, fixing whatever mess has been left for me. Or perhaps I could be that silly variety of police-spy, with a small pistol strapped to my hip.

[Still, Javert gives the woman an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder, his expression hidden behind those dark shades. He scoops his Dreamberry from the floor and heads for the exit, pausing in the door frame to look back to Naomi.]

By the way, I shall expect my proper clothes back in my wardrobe by tomorrow morning. Then I may choose to... [A wryly amused twitch at the corner of his mouth.] overlook this joke of yours. [And give her a score-tally in this good-natured war of theirs.]

Do not be very bored today. Take care.

[Javert reaches up to tip his hat--Oh. Right. He isn't wearing it. He frowns at his absent-minded motion, snaps his arm back to his side and heads out.]

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[A gentle squeeze on the shoulder like that isn't exactly very satisfying for an overly affectionate woman like Naomi Hunter (Javert), but she lets the man go without another word or a single fuss. She's well aware his attention is already lost to her by his work, which he likely has much to catch up on after a ten-day absence.

Besides, Naomi's been dying to wash the sheets on their bed for over a week now. With her husband finally awake again and on his feet, she could fix that.]

Sweetheart, nobody wants to see that... ♥

Speaking of your wretched bitch, what's her problem? Why has she been acting so peculiar as of late~??

I don't keep my wife on a leash, [The French-accented voice says curtly. It is a thoughtless, offhanded remark.

Then a beat passes. Silence reigns.

It's not as if Javert has a clear view of the Dreamberry, dear Grell. When the Inspector (after all, that foot must belong to a man) processed the unexpected tinny voice from his Dreamberry speakers, he froze. The hush descended. Though Grell cannot see a face, he might envision a narrowing of the eyes, a contraction of thinned dread in Javert's expression.]

You will tell me something now, [Javert commands, detached and cold.] Did this device make a public bulletin?

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Oh, calm down!!

Sweetheart, do you really have to ask a question with such an obvious answer? I would not have contacted you, otherwise... ♥

[Javert hisses a muffled, distant-sounding curse. The foot jerks out of sight of the feed, and instead a hand drops down to the side of the bed with a telling chain-rattle. If Grell were to look closely at the video, he might see something that looks like leopard pelt wrapped around Javert's wrist.]

Oh! Sure! Very capital. It grants me a very capital opportunity to publicly announce my morning toilette, [is his deadpan remark. The truth is, the Inspector is rather humiliated that such a personal affair is on display for all to see. It simply isn't proper or decent for a man of his position.

There is a thoughtful silence, while Javert's quick head attempts to discern a way out of this fine dilemma.] You say my wife is acting peculiar? Send that woman to me. I will judge if it is true.

Love, what is that hideous thing around your wrist? Is that what I think it is?! I must know~!! I had no idea you and your wife were into such gaudy and vulgar things!!!

Ha! You are the pot calling the kettle black, as the English say. Very devil of a dandy, with that well-preened face of yours! It is painted up brighter than a China set!

--You are English, aren't you? I thought I heard it in your voice. Hm!--In any case...

[There a perceptible, purposeful pause.]

You evidently do not spend much time with my wife, [adds Javert in a tightening voice, like the verbal equivalent of a vice.] I do not think that is a tragedy.

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I've known your wife for years!!!

She and I used to spend a lot of time together until something came in between us~ It's unfortunate, really. It's quite a tragedy, if you ask me!!

With all due respect, I don't think that's very nice to declare of anyone. [ever the sweet, innocent troll.]

Then I shall remind myself to say it away from your tender ears, [Javert retorts dryly. By now, he has already learned of the severe blunder of dropping his Dreamberry over the side of the bed. Of course the damn device would switch on and broadcast him at this most depraved and degraded predicament.

A chain clinks in the background, and the Inspector continues,]

I don't recall calling myself a genteel or gallant man.

I don't recall you calling yourself much, to be fair. [presence of chains duly noted, if not a tad odd.]

Being that you and I have had very few conversations in the past.

Indeed! I'm aware that you have a marked preference for that wench-wife of mine.

[A snort, and another rattle. Javert's thick hand drops into view of the video feed, off the edge of the bed, but it is suspended at an awkward angle, his wrist above both his elbows and extended fingers.

... And what the hell is that fuzzy cuff around that wrist, spotted like a leopard?]

I will admit that she makes more pleasing company than me. Now I want to keep this short: Do you know where she is tucking herself away?

She's gorgeous; can you blame me, sir?

[snigger. Clearly she's also devious. Oh right, Draco knew that already.]

Probably her workplace, I would think.

I can blame you, when it is another man's wife you're macking on, boy.

[Delivered with Javert's typical straight-laced, cold indifference. Though there is a brief pause, a contraction of surprise.]

--At which laboratories?

I'm 'macking' on no one's wife. I'm quite happily taken, in fact. [Draco is pointedly trying not to just laugh. It's not working very well.]

Merlin only knows. Have you tried ringing her up?

Ah! A capital suggestion!

--If I could reach my device. I am stuck, apparently.

You will fetch her in my stead. Quickly.

[he barely keeps from laughing aloud, turning it into a cough.]

You're serious, aren't you?

I am told I am a humorless kind of fellow. Hurry up! My alternative is less desirable and far too messy.

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[Javert may notice that he's...actually moving now.]

And what's that, pray tell?

[If Draco could actually glimpse Javert in the face through this feed, he would be fixed with something of a cross between half-lidded incredulity and condescension, all with a highly-arched brow.]

Splintered wood, a sore wrist and a yapping shrew, I think, [he mutters.] None of that, none of that! Come, boy, do I have your word?

Yes, sir. [an exasperated sigh.] I'll find her.

There you go, there's a lad. I will wait here.

[Not that he CAN go anywhere...]

Do you have another option?

[ooc: shall we assume Draco got her or some such?]

Only the less desirable one.

((ooc: Naomi is probably on her way out by the time Draco gets to her, but we can totally hand-wave that if you'd like. Maybe drop a note to Meygan about it?))

And that's no option to entertain, clearly.

[ooc: Mmkay. I'll drop her a Plurk, I think. Maybe he'll just call Naomi up and make sure she's going.]

[Hello, Javert's foot. You are looking kind of gross, but fortunately, Snake doesn't care. He's just glad to see that his friend is awake.

...Wait, what did he say?]

You're not talking about Naomi, are you?

What! Who are you? I recognize that voice. Is it David?

[This is completely indecent and undignified. The foot swings out of view.]

You must be joking. Unless you know another devilish tart with access to my flat.

Yeah, it's me.

[From his brief conversation with Naomi and the fact that Javert seems incapable of addressing the Dreamberry with his face, it's not too difficult to figure out what happened.]

She cuffed you to the bed, huh?

[Javert's tone is brusque.] So it seems. You know her schemes! Does she carry the keys with her? Or do you think her the sort to conceal them here?

Hey, don't bring me into this. I'm sure she had her reasons for making sure you didn't go anywhere.

Petty amusement or revenge come to mind.

[He just shakes his head.] The situation outside might have something to do with it. It's not safe.

Yet it is safe enough for her to gallavant across town.

I outgrew childhood half a century ago!

We're keeping an eye on her. I've been checking in myself. [Nope, no leaving her stranded on a building this time!] Besides, she can't be far.

[Javert simply snorts indignantly. If he could reach his phone, he would have hung up on Snake right then and there.]

Evidently. Her workplace is near.

Are you finished giving me sermons?

Just about. Need me to call her for you?

You do understand this conversation would not have happened if I could properly reach my device.

[Good to hear from you too, friend. Snake is just going to ignore that.]

Right. I'll give her a call.

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Good. My unending thanks.

[Hello, Javert's foot. You look absolutely disgusting and Edgeworth would recommend that you get a pedicure and apply lotion or something, but this isn't the time to mention something like that. He will just think it very loudly.]

Welcome back, Inspector.

[What an excellent way to greet your boss after an unexpected vacation: With Javert, humbled and humiliated and in a state of undress, and his superior looking down his nose at a bare foot.

Positively splendid! Javert replies respectfully with perhaps a twinge of bitter embarrassment, his foot moving away from the video feed,]

A fine welcome it is, Monsieur.

[He doesn't know why Javert can't face him, and really, he doesn't mind too much. It certainly is nice to have that foot out of view, though.]

It shall also be a brief one. Somarium is currently under attack by citizens who seem possessed by something we have yet to understand. Spending much time outdoors, particularly after nightfall, is not advised.

I must ask you to leave a copy of the report on my desk. I am held up, Monsieur. There is... someone I must meet before I am to come in today.

Prosecutor von Karma is currently in charge of your duties. Perhaps it would be best if she remained as such until this incident comes to an end.

I have been absent long enough. With your blessing, I will return to my post today.

[If anyone has faith in Javert's capabilities, it's Edgeworth, but things truly are hectic, Franziska has a much better idea of what's going on, and everyone already knows that they must answer to her until further notice. The chief prosecutor doesn't like the idea of disrupting this balance.]

Do you think it wise to do so in the midst of a crisis?

That is the very reason why I must. Every capable man is needed on duty in a crisis.

[He is still reluctant to agree, but he trusts Javert's judgment as well.]

Then you may work alongside Franziska. The two of you together should be able to keep things in order better than one alone.

[It takes every ounce of his effort for Javert to grit his teeth and accept his sentence. To Edgeworth, however, it should sound for all the world as if he is carrying himself with all the composure and grace he usually exhibits.]

I understand. I will contact Mademoiselle once I am caught up.

[And though Javert can't see it, Edgeworth is going to bow politely.]

I look forward to your return.

Soon enough, Monsieur. I will deliver my evening report tonight.

[Oh, hey, Jav's up! He feels a bit anxious considering both Javert and Elena went into a coma around the same time. Perhaps that meant she would be waking up soon...

In any case, the treasure hunter decides to greet the old guy with a chipper voice, just to tease, despite his cursing.]

Well, look who's finally awake. Morning, sunshine.

Ah! This man I recognize, [Javert barks crisply. At least this time, it is a man that has already witnessed the good Inspector in a rather degraded and humiliating condition.

Small comforts, in his predicament. Javert would prefer that he maintain his irreproachable and unimpeachable character to each and every member of the public he meets. The Inspector's foot dangles slightly to the left, and the bed wriggles. His voice sounds slightly strained, as if he were reaching for something.]

What the Devil do you mean, Drake? [he asks coldly, a note of melancholy in his tone. There is a mysterious clang of metal in the background.] Flattered as I am that you noticed my tardiness, it may shock you that I do in fact require roughly three hours' worth of rest each night. An hour or two extra here and there, though unforgivable for my profession, is hardly a shocking consequence.

[A beat. His voice grows frigid and hard as a realization occurs to him.]

--Unless you mean to say my absence was an extended one.

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[Confused at first, he simply makes a face expressing that when he suddenly realizes, before Javert even, that the man wouldn't have had anyway of knowing how long he had been asleep for.

So it really was like an extended sleep. Good.]

Does almost two weeks count as extended? I was beginning to think you stumbled across some mysterious keg of liquor. Good thing you weren't out for twenty years, right?

Two weeks! [he cries, aghast.] I don't miss two weeks! [Not while he has been in Somarium, in any case. Prior to entering, however, he had been dead for a good one-hundred-eighty years.] Damn that waif of a girl! I must get out of here.

Drake, [he snaps abruptly.] Do you know a dark-haired, dark-skinned woman? She is a medical doctor. Very social.

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Huh. I know plenty of women that fit that description, but a medical doctor? [He shakes his head.] Only doctor I know of is your wife, Naomi.

[Your lovely wife at that. Come to think of it wasn't Javert cursing at someone? And didn't he hear what sounded like metal on metal? He furrowed his brow; something seemed off.]

You, uh... okay there, chief? Who were you cursing at anyway?

[If only you could see Javert's face, Drake. His look would be so matter-of-fact and blasé that he would have no question that his wife was the exact person he was damning.]

You have met her, then. That does not surprise me. She has an annoying talent of plucking becoming young men from a crowd. She finds her way about the town!

[His monologue complete, there is another rattle and the creak of a shifting mattress. A bare hand and arm dangles off the side of the bed and into view of the video feed.]

You owe me less than nothing, [Javert admits with authority,] but when you chance upon her, you might send her a message: her husband is not responsible for the broken furniture.

[Drake raises an eyebrow at that. Naomi seemed like a sweet person, at least he always thought so. She didn't appear to have a mean bone in her body though Javert was making her sound, well, promiscuous. To put it lightly.]

'Becoming young men'? Well, ah... thanks for the weird compliment, but are we still talking about Naomi, your wife? She seems like a good girl.

[And she always had been toward him. In fact she responded so well when he needed her help with Elena, even comforted him. Naomi could have just as easily told him to suck it up and tease him about his concern toward his comatose roommate, but she listened and didn't judge.]

Uh. Shouldn't she be home? [They were married and lived together, right?] And if not now, shortly? [Surely Javert would see her first.] Sounds like you're having troubles in paradise.

Yes, that woman certainly gives that impression, doesn't she?

[Think what you want to think, Drake, but know one thing: Inspector Javert and his wife do not have what one would call a typical relationship. In fact, these two are anything but an average couple. One glance at the contrast between Inspector's severe, fierce, cold mien and his wife's sociable, beautiful, and warm face is enough to get a man wondering just how much Javert might have paid for that arm ornament at his side.

There is an ominous clanging and a thump while Javert struggles with figuring out the most efficient way to break the bed bannister and free himself from this humiliating imprisonment.]

Perhaps, Drake, you have forgotten that most career men and woman must go to work during the daylight hours. To make a living, you understand.

[Javert adds flippantly and knowingly,]

What is it you do again?

--In any case, I must assume she is at the laboratories.

[Quite frankly until she comes at him with a knife or gun Drake was going to continue thinking of her as an angel. Hell, even then he'd probably still think of her as one. He would just admire from afar at that point.

And curiosity would be an understatement when it came to him wondering how Javert landed such a beauty like Naomi, but he assumed he simply wasn't seeing the whole picture. He didn't really dwell on it that much, only when faced with the reminder that she was, indeed, married.

And upon hearing Javert's rhetorical question Drake flashed a contemptuous look briefly before dismissing the slight all together. He had nothing to be ashamed of.]

Thankfully nothing as boring as a nine to five job or whatever hours some demand from people. I don't know how you do it; I couldn't stand to be on a leash like that.

[He had the luxury of getting to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He didn't have to listen to his clients either. Rarely did.

But hearing the clanking sounds and being reminded of broken furniture made something even more apparent to him. Possibly disturbing.]

I can, ah, tell you are tied or chained to your bed though. Not sure I wanna know the reason, or if I could stomach hearing it, but if I happen to see her before you do I will gladly deliver the message.

I am an old soldier, [states Javert sententiously.] It is not in my nature to buck the command. Men in authority are, in fact, in authority with good reason. For the most part.

[Not that Inspector Javert holds a boring nine to five job in the least. His schedule is unpredictable at best, and when he is on a particularly thrilling hunt after a criminal, he will voluntarily stay on the job until dawn to ensure an arrest.]

Ah! Then that spares me the indignity of explaining this farce. You do have some respect after all!

Now, I do appreciate your word for both matters, but you must excuse me, [he says through his teeth, clearly distracted. The clinking and rattling sound again returns.] There is a bedpost I must splinter.

'For the most part.' [He repeats it silently, but is not in total agreement.] Guess it depends on your line of work.

[Because there were plenty with authority that were just assholes. Thankfully, most of them were gullible assholes.]

Well I'll let you get back to breaking furniture. Sounds like you got everything under control.

[Because, seriously, the thought of Javert chained to bed, possibly unclothed, was not settling well with his stomach. But despite the old man's appearance he seemed quite capable of handling himself.]

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