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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Aug 4, 2015 16:30:21 GMT -5
The girl in the back of the wrecked Bentley was barely older than Devon. Her ivory gown was ruined by the torrents of crimson blood and she still clung to her husband of just a few minutes in death as she had in life. Devon rarely found herself emotional at crime scenes - she managed to bottle it all up until afterwards – but something about this one hit her hard. She had been one of the first officers at the scene of the drive by shooting, and taking witness reports and statements from the wedding guests crushed her. She had never been a romantic who longed for a white wedding of her own, but she stumbled over routine questions and kept needed to take five minutes while her partner took the next statement. Maybe it was knowing the deceased bride was just a few months older than herself and should have had a whole beautiful life ahead of her that stuck close to home. Or maybe it was seeing once again just how fleeting life could be. This couple ought to have been spending their life together, growing old and having a couple of kids.
She heard the families talk of how he had given up a job to be close to her, how she had spent the last two years planning this perfect day for them to exchange their vows. Devon caught her hand shaking as her fingers grasped her pen and when Bryce showed up with the CSI unit part of her wanted to run straight to him and bury her face in his chest. She held herself in check, though she knew he could probably tell she was far from okay. Devon just about made it through and then back to her precinct, though she was counting down the hours until she could get out of there and out of her uniform; for the first time ever she was finding it suffocating. When the time did come, she handed over the necessary details to the next officers and went to get changed, keeping her head down as she barrelled out of the doors and into the cool evening air.
Devon headed to the gym before heading home. She thought a hard workout might clear her head, but she was wrong. She couldn’t get the murder scene out of her head. There was no logical reason for choosing that couple. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach. They had been so caught up in each other that nothing else mattered. Devon had Bryce and a group of friends who routinely dragged her away from the horrors she saw daily and yet she still crawled back to her job like it was oxygen. She ought to be doing more, living more. Bryce was incredible, and all she had wanted today was to run to him and say that she needed him. She realised it was the truth. For the longest time she had needed the NYPD and the chase for justice just to get out of bed each morning, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now it was Bryce who she thought about first thing and who she wanted to bury herself in when things were tough; not her job. She would always be a workaholic because that was her nature and she was so far from perfect, but Bryce had forced himself in without her knowing it until now, making her see that she needed more than her career to be complete.
Jumping down from the treadmill, Devon bit her lip and realised what it was that she wanted. She had never been the type to sit around and wait for something to happen. She went out there and took it. Snatching up her towel and water bottle, Devon headed for the showers, changed into her usual clothes and made her way straight to Bryce’s apartment. The butterflies were swirling up a tornado in her gut, and she was terrified by what she was about to do, but Devon wasn’t the type to shy away. She was just going to come out with it and let Bryce know that he was exactly what she wanted. This case had gotten to her in a way that no other ever had. She pressed the buzzer for his apartment and waited. It wasn’t that she just didn’t want to be alone tonight. Devon didn’t want to be alone ever again.
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Aug 25, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -5
Bryce had seen some pretty horrific scenes since he’d started at the crime lab. All of which he could never take back and never unsee. It was a hard part of a job he loved so much and there was really no way to get over those crime scenes. Closure helped. Solving the case helped but occasionally it just wasn’t enough and in those rare instances it was nice to have someone you could talk to, someone who understood what you were feeling. Bryce had been lucky in falling for Devon. She knew; she understood. And they helped each other through those tougher cases. There was counseling, therapy and the bottom of a bottle that could help but Bryce had never been any of those guys. Before Devon, he’d had his brother, though he did have to omit plenty of the story but Devon often worked the same crime scenes, saw what he saw so he didn’t have to hide certain aspects of it.
They’d both been at the scene earlier but Devon had gotten there first. She’d already been talking to people, gathering information when Bryce had pulled the SUV to a stop and got out. He searched her out first, hoping she had been saved from this gruesome scene but he found her within seconds of seeking her out. And his heart plummeted. He’d heard, of course, what was waiting for them before he’d even left the lab but it hadn’t prepared him for what he saw both in Devon’s eyes or in the back of the luxury car. It did no one any good to have a CSI with shaking hands so Bryce took his time with his kit before getting down to work, snapping pictures of the scene. From what he could see, there was no rhyme or reason for this brutality. They should have been of enjoying each others company, surrounded by friends and family celebrating the joyous occasion, maybe even already on their way to their honeymoon destination. They should not have been int he back of the Bentley covered as they were, in blood and shattered glass.
The entire scene hit a nerve with Bryce but he managed to shut down that part of his brain so he could get to the bottom of what happened there. It wasn’t only him who needed closure. These young couple’s friends and family needed it, too. He couldn’t say for certain what it was exactly that triggered for him, maybe it was just that they were so young, so obviously in love that they wanted to share it with the world and had it ripped out from under them before they could count their marriage in hours, days, months and years but simply in minutes. There would be no growing old, no teaching their children how to ride a bike, taking their grandchildren to the park to fly kites or feed birds. The only thing he could say that was even remotely comforting was that they were together when tragedy struck them. He couldn’t say what hit him harder but he kept silent as he worked through the scene, talking only when someone spoke directly to him before returning to work.
He stuck around until the tow truck arrived, signing off on the drop of being the crime lab before hopping back up behind the wheel of his SUV and returning to the lab. He worked methodically through until his boss told him he needed to go home, take a shower, eat something and get some rest. It had been a long day and it showed not only on Bryce’s face but his superior’s as well. This would be one of those cases that was worked around the clock so they could find justice swiftly. Bryce wanted to be part of that but knew better than to get on his boss’s nerves. He would never see the case again if he did that so he went home, ordering a pizza for delivery along the way from the place down the street from his apartment. They were good and met him at the door when he arrived. Exhausted and hungry, Bryce went upstairs and after putting the pizza in the oven so Scotty wouldn’t manage to get into it, jumped in a quick shower. He had just finished pulling his sleep pants on when the buzzer sounded and he went to answer it, knowing without really knowing that it was Devon. He unlocked the door before going back to the kitchen and taking the pizza into the living room to collapse. He just sort of wanted the day to be over.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Aug 25, 2015 13:54:18 GMT -5
Devon had seen plenty of things since joining the NYPD. They’d haunt her to her grave without a doubt, but there was nothing before that had brought about such a need for change in her life. She knew the dangers she faced each day she put on her uniform, and not just her, but Bryce too. At no point had she ever considered quitting her job and she would never think of asking that of Bryce either. She understood his reasons for doing what he did, just like he understood why she put in the long hours and volunteered for the extra shifts. However, after today, she was suddenly extremely aware of those dangers and just how short life could really be without the risk of their jobs in law enforcement. Devon didn’t want to have the day come when her life flashed before her eyes and see nothing but a long list of regrets and unfulfilled wishes. The very thought chilled her to the bone. She wanted to have something to be proud of at the end of her story, even if it wasn’t entirely complete with grey hair and laughter lines, though she had her fingers crossed for those, too.
She wasn’t surprised when Bryce buzzed her up without a word. After a tough day they didn’t need to say it anymore. It was just sort of instinct that the other would arrive sooner or later and take up the other side of the couch and then later on the bed. Sometimes they’d talk it through and other nights they’d try to forget for just a few hours. Tonight Devon needed more than that. She needed the promise of a future. It scared the hell out of her more than anything else ever had, but Devon wasn’t the type to hide away when fear nipped at her. She faced up to it and took it on without hesitation. Besides, after today, she didn’t want to waste time. That was sort of the point of what she had taken from everything. People might have just said it was the shock of what she had seen making her act irrationally, but that wasn’t it. Pushing the door open she let herself in and it was Scotty who greeted her first. She gave the dog a moment of attention, wishing that she had stopped off at her place first to pick up Atticus. The two dogs were practically the best of pals and she had reached the point where she felt guilty seeing one without the other.
Hearing Bryce move, Devon left Scotty and made her way through to the living room. She saw him collapsed on the couch with his pizza just like most nights and realised that she really did want this to be hers forevermore. It wasn’t just some passing fancy brought on by the horrors of the day. Realising that wasn’t going to make her wait though. She still firmly believed that everything could end for her tomorrow and she’d have a list of regrets longer than her list of accomplishments. Devon didn’t want to bow out like that. Taking a deep breath she crossed the room to him, grabbed his hands to pull him to his feet and then kissed him hard. Her hands moved up his arms to the back of his neck, her fingers brushing through his dark hair. Pulling away, she dropped down from her toes and looked at him, blue eyes searching his out. When she spoke her voice was void of all humour, and each word was dropped slowly and seriously. She didn’t want him to mishear or think she was playing some game with him. This was all real, and what she wanted more than anything else right then. “Let’s get married.”
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Aug 26, 2015 16:14:00 GMT -5
Bryce wasn’t usually one to get emotional about anything. He’d been raised in a house with a lawyer who had become just a heartless at home as she was in the courtroom when Bryce had been older. She hadn’t put much into understanding her youngest son, she hadn’t wanted him in the first place, often referring to him as the surprise. But Bryce had known what that meant. Thankfully though he’d had his nanny to make sure he turn into some rich monster. Even after he’d gone to college and she’d technically retired, she was still there for him more than his own parents were. He spent more holidays with her than he had his own family, which was terribly sad but what he’d been used to. She had taught him how to be a human being while his mother taught him to be a shark and his father taught him to be a bit of a pushover though academically sound.
It was useless but at least he had something nice to say about his parents. Even if it wasn’t anything special. Bryce had always wanted a family because he knew he wouldn’t be anything like his parents. He would be a big part of his children’s lives, letting them know they could go to him with anything they needed and he would help them as best as he could. But he wasn’t rushing into any of that. He was quite happy with what he shared with Devon, though he had been thinking about popping the question to her but it was something he wanted to warm her up to the idea of. It had never been a subject either of them brought up so he was still trying to figure out how to bring it up in normal conversation. The scene today brought it all to mind again and had Bryce wondering what he was so worried about. Either she would say yes or she would turn him down and that would be the end of it.
Bryce just wanted to curl up with Devon on the couch, with some show or movie and a pizza and forget about the day they’d had until he got back into work in the morning. “Now that is an excellent hello.” Bryce said smirking before Devon had the chance to say anything after that kiss. Of course, if he’d waited a few seconds more, he wouldn’t have had those words on his tongue. Devon’s words shocked Bryce, there was absolutely no doubt about that but it didn’t stop him from being himself. “No, not with that proposal.” He said with a smirk. “Come on, down on one knee. Do this right.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot. If he couldn’t tease and joke, especially after what they’d seen earlier in the day, there was no way he would have been able to remain a CSI detective.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Aug 26, 2015 17:51:02 GMT -5
Although Devon had been raised in a loving home and once lived a family life that most Americans seemed to lust after, she hadn’t been in a rush to find the right guy and settle down. Once upon a time she had considered her Mr Right to be someone entirely different from Bryce, but that was when she had been a completely different blonde with dreams so far away from law enforcement people would have laughed if they had seen her in her uniform. Then Frankie had been killed and that idyllic life had been shattered for the Walkers. After that, Devon didn’t want to burden another with herself. She was difficult to keep up with when she wanted to work herself to the point of exhaustion in a field that was so dangerously unpredictable there was no guarantee she’d make it home for date night. Of course this was all before Bryce. She had never considered mixing business with pleasure before him. He understood everything though, and at the same time had the unique ability to drag her to the surface when she started to sink.
She was still young, so she knew there would be people who would ask what the rush was. Devon didn’t want to have to explain herself to them. She had spent years explaining why she did what she did already, and it would be the same thing all over again. She had never been the type to dance around something or shy away from it, even when she was younger. Like a band-aid, it was better to go at it quickly and get it over and done with. At first she felt her heart stop in her chest, but then it started back up again when she realised her boyfriend was being an ass. Why she expected anything different from him was beyond her. She knew Bryce, she knew he was a joker, and damn it, she loved him for it; even when it drove her up the walls, like now. “I’m being serious, Bryce.” She informed him. This wasn’t a game, but she knew he’d drag it out until he had what he wanted. It was Bryce, after all, and this was how many of their nights started.
Devon glanced at the floor and then back up at her boyfriend. She hit five foot when she was fifteen and then never grew an inch again. “I will look ridiculous. I may as well just lay down.” She huffed, already tiny when she was beside him. The words gave her an idea though. Before she moved, she dug her short nails into his shoulders hard just so he didn’t get away scot free with this whole comedian attitude towards her proposal. Devon lowered herself to the floor, but instead of putting herself in the traditional proposal position on bended knee, she slipped into the splits; a move she didn’t really need any more, but had mastered way back in her cheerleading days. “Bryson Kyle Pierce, despite your tendency to annoy the hell out of me at times – like right now - and how distracting you can be when I least want you to be, today made me realise that our lives are too short to be wasting them. So, for however long I have left, I want to spend it with you. Now, stop smirking at me, and say you’ll marry me.” It was far from Shakespeare, but Devon hadn’t exactly planned this out. It was all kind of spontaneous and she was just rolling with the moment, even if it was going in a slightly different direction than she had expected. It wasn’t like a girl asks a guy to marry her and imagines him to nit-pick at her proposal!
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Aug 26, 2015 23:24:51 GMT -5
Bryce had been thinking about this for a little while now but he’d been more inclined to wait for a little while longer before he got down on one knee and proposed to her. He wanted to have a pretty ring, something simple but something that fit Devon entirely. He wanted to have a whole thing planned out, something he planned out entirely himself. He wanted to talk to his brother and their old nanny about it because he trusted her far more than he would ever trust his parents. He would want her input, her ideas and her thoughts on how he should go about it. She meant more to him than his parents ever did, she’d always been there when his parents hadn’t been so he’d always gone to her for advice whenever he needed it and he’d known Patrick had down the same.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” He said grinning. His parents had hoped he would be more like his lawyer brother, married with a kid before he was even out of college. But that had never been Bryce. Bryce was a stubborn goofball which was not exactly everyone’s cup of tea and Bryce was well aware of it. He’d known for a while that it would take a special someone to put up with his bullshit. Luckily for him, he’d found Devon. She put up with him and was there for him when he was having a rough day but didn’t want to admit it because well, he was a guy and guy’s just didn’t have feelings. “I can sit for you, if it would make it easier.” He said, twisting to point at the couch or event he coffee table would suffice. “We can pretend we’re at a restaurant with low lighting and candles.” He teased. He was having far too much fun with this.
He knew it was serious and they should be doing the serious thing. But that was not who they were together. Bryce cracked jokes and said the things that made the moments less tense and Devon said something sarcastic, hit him in the arm or the should and shook her head because that was what they did. He sniffled dramatically, wiped away fake tears before he pulled Devon back up to her feet, wrapped his arms around her. “That was the hottest proposal ever. I wish I would have filmed it. Ow, by the way.” He said, leaning in to kiss her. He knew they lived in crazy times, they knew better than anyone how short life could really be. Years passed like minutes and sixty six years was like a blink of an eye. “We can run down to city hall tomorrow. We can call Patrick, get him to witness. What do you think?” He asked, finally pulling away from her. It didn’t really matter how they’d gotten there, they were there and Bryce didn’t want to wait another minute.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Aug 27, 2015 14:09:53 GMT -5
Devon wasn't the homely housewife type. She was a career woman who would be working until something stopped her, most likely old age or a serious injury. Even with the latter she'd probably be stubborn enough to find something to keep her pushing on in law enforcement. It was her nature, and nothing could change that. At least, that was what she thought. Before Bryce she had thought she would work every hour offered to her, but she found herself saying no from time to time now because of the CSI. However, she wasn't going to feed his ego by telling Bryce as much. She knew she would never hear the end of it if she gave him credit for something like that.
She wasn't concerned about having a big wedding and all of her friends and family there. She might have once dreamt of a fantastic white wedding, but that was when she was still playing with dolls and had her mom braiding her hair. Her family was a mess these days, with her parents and sister still clinging to ghosts of the past. Devon had been with them for a long time, chasing the shadows of Frankie's case, but she was slowly accepting just how unhealthy that was. She would never give up on her brother and it was her life's ambition to see his killers brought to justice. She just didn't feel the need to live and breathe it anymore. There were other things out there for her, such as a life with Bryce. "You're an ass. You are such an ass." She mumbled against his lips, digging her fingers into his sides in a playful threat. Devon didn't care about having the perfect proposal, some fancy ring, or a night that brought tears to her eyes. She could dress the part, but she wasn't a girl who cared for all that. She also didn't have the patience to wait around for Bryce to pick the right moment, not after today.
"Tomorrow? I'll need to call my Captain." She wasn't saying no. Tomorrow sounded perfect to her. She didn't want to wait. Devon didn't need her family there or the fuss of trying to organise something a year from now. If they could just go and get married she would be happy. It was what she wanted. "Are you sure? I mean, this is what you want, right? Just Patrick?" She was happy enough with that arrangement, and she could dig a dress out of her wardrobe for the day. There were plenty in there that Fallon had made her buy and Devon hadn't even worn them. It might not be what people expected from them, but Devon hadn't done what anyone expected in years now. She was constantly surprising people. Pushing herself up onto her toes like she almost always had to do to kiss Bryce, she snaked her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his. "I’m good with right now, but I don’t want you to do something just for me." Devon didn't want to wait a moment longer, but if Bryce admitted that he wanted more for their big day then she could hold on. Maybe. She could at least try.
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Aug 29, 2015 11:44:43 GMT -5
Bryce hadn’t really thought of mariage when he’d been growing up. He wasn’t some love sick little girl dreaming of her big white wedding. He’d been too interested in hanging out with his friends, going on vacation and doing all of that to think about the future beyond school. He had known what he wanted to do when he’d still been in high school but beyond that, he didn’t have the slightest idea. Bryce did know that one day he wanted to settle down, have a couple kids and be a proper father to them unlike his own was. He knew that much but everything else was a surprise for him. He hadn’t had any serious relationship to say he would be like those who married their high school sweethearts or the ones that surprised everyone by marrying their least favourite person of those fun filled four years. “I am but you love me.” He pointed out with a the biggest grin on his face. He was definitely the luckiest guy around at the moment.
“Definitely. Let’s do this.” He said, running his hand down her arm. He didn’t want anything fancy or fussy. He was a pretty simple guy, even if he did come from a family that had more money than brains sometimes. He liked the marathon nights he and Devon shared after spending an hour fighting over what they wanted for dinner that night. He liked wrapping her up in his arms through those shows and movies, falling asleep with her on the couch and carrying her to the bedroom when he woke up and saw there were still hours left before either of their alarms went off. He loved their ridiculous banter, how it always brought the stress down of whatever they’d started on.
Bryce looked at the clock, trying to remember when the offices closed. “I’d say let’s go now. I don’t want to wait but aren’t the offices closed already, do they close?” He asked because he really had no clue. If they had the time to stop at Devon’s, if she didn’t want to get married in what she had on and get over there, he would say now. He could call Patrick on the way, tell him to meet them there, bring Tatiana because he was pretty sure they needed two witnesses. “Do we need two witnesses or one? Should I tell him to bring his wife?” Bryce asked, shaking his head because he wanted to do this now but there was still a lot that needed to be done just to go to city hall. He didn’t care either way, if they could get out there and do all this, he would carrying Devon to the car. That sounded like an excellent idea so Bryce wrapped his arms around Devon’s waist and hoisted her up, laughing against her lips.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Aug 30, 2015 5:46:51 GMT -5
Devon had always been career driven even before her sights were on climbing the ranks of the NYPD. She had never really sat down to think about family and love, not even when people had asked her about it, or Nathan when he had tried bringing it up back when they were together and he wanted to talk her out of joining the police force. Even after she met Bryce there was a long time where Devon was content with what they shared and didn’t see the point in shaking that up. Now she realised that marrying him would change very little about their dynamic, but it would take her from content to ecstatic. She just didn’t care how they got there or if it was down at City Hall without warning anyone first. There might be hell to pay for it afterwards, but she’d be grinning the whole time. “Seriously questioning why right now.” The truth was Devon knew a thousand reasons why Bryce and his goofball ways had captured her heart. He just didn’t need the ego boost to hear them. He took her mind off a haunting job, made her laugh when she wanted to cry, but at the same time he was there to listen and help when she really needed him to. Devon had honestly lost count of how many times she had chewed his ear off just ranting about issues with work colleagues, or how stressed she was about her family falling apart even more, or the case that was Frankie’s slipping away again. Yet Bryce let her repeat herself, rant until she was out of air, or cry if she needed to. Devon didn’t know too many men who’d deal with that kind of baggage and then her usual workaholic nature on top of that.
Grinning, Devon pushed herself up onto her toes and kissed Bryce hard. After what she had seen today she didn’t think happiness would have been possible tonight, but right now she couldn’t stop the butterflies twirling up in her stomach. “I love you.” She breathed, kissing him again and giggling against his lips. Devon almost felt high in the moment which felt strange since she didn’t think she was the type to be so excited by the prospect of marriage. When she heard others talk about planning their big day she had actually had to bite her tongue from asking why people went to all the bother and fuss. Yet at this moment Devon couldn’t recall a time when she had actually been happier, not even back when Frankie was alive.
Devon blinked and shrugged slowly, making a small strangled noise from the back of her throat. “I can’t say I’ve ever looked into this before.” She said dryly. “And it’s not like I planned this tonight.” Maybe if she had then she could have looked into it, but it all had been a moment of madness that had opened her eyes to what she had wanted. Hell, Bryce was lucky she had showered at the gym before coming here or it could have been entirely different. “Two. I think. On TV it’s always two.” Devon bit her lip trying to think. She wasn’t an expert on this and now it was getting confusing. She was thinking when Bryce picked her up, eliciting a squeal from her lips. She kissed him and wrapped her limbs around him. Trailing kisses to his ear another thought came to her. “Wait, don’t we need rings, too? Can you get married without them, or is that kind of mandatory?” She bit at his lobe and groaned, dropping her forehead to his shoulder. “Why do they make it so damn complicated?” She mumbled, squeezing Bryce tight. “I just want to call you my husband!”
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Sept 8, 2015 14:51:19 GMT -5
Bryce had never wanted anything more than he wanted to be married to Devon. It was as shocking a revelation to him as it probably was to everyone else. He’d hardly seemed like the type to settle down with the whole wife and kids thing and yet the more he thought about it, the more he realised how much he wanted that with Devon. They knew each other well, knew what made the other tick, their flaws and their high points. They knew what to say when the other was upset about something and they knew what the hectic work schedule was like; they both lived it daily. People always said it wasn’t wise for a cop to marry, fall in love with or just plain date a fellow cop, there was too much going on but Bryce thought the opposite was true. It was probably easier to have a relationship with another cop because they knew why plans got canceled and they understood when it happened that it was completely out of their hands. That there was no one to be blamed for it, it was just one of those things. “Hmm, I know. I question your sanity constantly.” He said soberly. “After all, you love me.”
Bryce didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky to find Devon, who put up with his goofball bullshit, sarcastic nature and even loved him all the more for it. She was an incredible woman to say the least. But he didn’t want anyone else and he hoped the same could be said of Devon for the next fifty or so years because Bryce wasn’t stupid enough to let Devon get away from him. Chuckling, Bryce pulled Devon against him, leaning into her as he kissed her back. “I love you, too.” He said against her lips, deciding to spin her around because he could. He’d never really been the type to think about the future of his personal life. It had always been about his career and everything else sort of came second but he really wanted this with Devon. He wanted to wake up every morning by her side, have those silly little arguments about dinner and shows and buying new things for their place. He wanted to have little miniature people who looked just like Devon running around under their feet.
He hadn’t realised how much until right now, now that he’s really thought about it. “Everything with us is spur of the moment.” He joked, though he would never say it bothered him. Spontaneity kept things interesting. He nodded, quickly going through all that needed to be done. “Okay, so unless you have someone, Fallon, in mind, I can tell Patrick to bring Tatiana along, too.” He suggested. He had no idea what they needed to get married on short notice or otherwise. Of course, until Devon knocked on his door and proposed to him, he had never actually thought about what went into the process at all. He’d only ever gone to one wedding, his brother’s and that had been when he’d been a kid and no one told him anything about wedding prep. He’d been told to do his homework and stand where they told pointed, sit where they marked off and otherwise stay out of the business entirely. “I don’t know. I was barely double digits at the last wedding I went to.” He admitted with a shake of his head. “Mrs Devon Pierce.” He said, trying it out for himself. “I like it.” He decided immediately. He kissed her temple, because he could and smiled against her skin. “Okay. You call and find out all that we need to have and I’ll call Pat and deal with him and Tat. I promise, I’ll have it worse. And then we can, hopefully go and do all this. Right now.”
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Sept 9, 2015 12:05:13 GMT -5
Devon had never given too much thought to marriage before now. Maybe that was a mistake or maybe it was absolutely perfect for her and Bryce. They had never over-thought their relationship or spent too much time having serious conversations about what they wanted from the other. Devon assumed it was because they already knew just by showing up at a certain time, looking a certain way or acting out of sorts when something was bothering them. She never kept anything back from him for long. After she had confided in him about what had happened with Frankie she hadn't found a need to keep anything a secret from Bryce. He was the only person on the planet to know everything about her and have the ability to read her like a book whilst also making her weak at the knees. Smacking his arm, she shook her head. He was also the biggest goofball she knew, and she worked with plenty of idiots who liked to crack jokes and thought themselves comedians out of their uniforms. "Keep this up and I'll be a widow no sooner than I'm a wife." She threatened with a playful growl, a dark twinkle shining up from her sapphire eyes. Bryce drove her crazy, but he was exactly what she needed, which is why she didn't want to let him go, and why she wanted to make what they had permanent.
In all honesty, Devon still wasn't thinking too much about the future. She knew she wanted to spend her days with Bryce, however many there would be of them, but that was about it. She wasn't thinking about children or where they would live in five years. If she stopped to think about any of that she would well and truly freak out and nothing Bryce would say would calm her down. Devon had spent the last few years focusing solely on her career and that wasn't something that was going to change too much. She still craved that detective badge the way some crave chocolate. This was just a momentary sidestep that would see her take a day or two off course to cement the one thing that kept her above water when she was drowning. Everything else was still a blip on the horizon to her and probably would be for a very long time unless fate intervened and gave her little choice in the matter. Bryce and a badge; that was Devon's current wish list.
Devon leaned back and shook her head with conviction. "No freakin' way. I love that girl to bits, but Fallon would have us call the whole thing off until there was a party and a real wedding with actual guests." She loved her friend, but whereas Devon was low key and simple, she knew Fall liked to celebrate big and bold. "I want this now." She added, though she was sure she had made that clear already and it was a sentiment she knew Bryce shared. Unable to hide her smile, Devon still crinkled her nose up at the sound of the name. "It sounds so domesticated." She commented, totally unable to picture herself as such. She lived off take out food more than anything and her apartment was cluttered with laundry she never got around to finishing. She was not a homely housewife by any means, and she probably never would be. Nodding, she reluctantly moved away from her husband-to-be and pulled out her phone to try to figure out everything that needed to be done. It took some time to get through since it was late and a lot of staff had long since finished for the day. Eventually though she was done with her calls, with Google and was back to her brief fiance with answers. "It'll be tomorrow morning at the earliest with the time now. Paperwork, which we are more than used to with our jobs, and then we need our witnesses – it is two, by the way, and when I mentioned rings this little dear on the phone went off on one about how they make the day. I'm pretty certain she was trying to talk me out of City Hall actually." Devon paused for air and shook her head. "There are jewellers still open across the city, but only for a little longer. I don't care what you put on my finger tomorrow, but this woman will chew our ears off if she's there. So, get out of your pjs and into something socially acceptable, unless of course, you’d rather just take me to bed instead." Devon was beyond impatient, but that wouldn’t stop her being a minx around Bryce. She had everything they needed before tomorrow morning and her heart was racing at the thought of marrying him. "What did Pat have to say?" She asked with a small smirk.
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Sept 9, 2015 20:58:06 GMT -5
Bryce wanted this to happen now more than ever but if the day’s crime scene hadn’t been what it was, he didn’t think they would be talking about what they were. Eventually maybe but not right then and there. It didn’t upset him to know their feelings for each other were pushed to the forefront because of the traumatic murder, in fact he was more than okay with knowing that the sad events of the day led them to moving forward in their own lives. They could have gone on for quite some time playing the little run around game that they were and now they didn’t have to. They could barrel ahead, full speed and sign all the papers, exchanged the pretty baubles that neither of them would even really be able to wear at work unless they were on chains around their necks. “At least I’d die a happy man.” He told her grinning like a complete fool. It was good that they were moving forward, they needed to keep the happiness flowing when there was so much sadness in the world. It might have been stupid, silly or even a little cliche but Bryce really couldn’t care.
He loved Devon and wanted to be able to call her his wife for as long as she would let him. He hoped she had a good fifty years in her to do so but if she up and ran off in a week, he’d still be able to say he experienced the kind of love some only dreamed about. “Okay, so no Fallon. Pat and Tatiana it is.” He said, chuckling. Fallon would have made a complete spectacle of the whole thing and Bryce wasn’t against the low key city hall plan they were currently running with. “Really? I would not have guessed.” He returned sarcastically. He wanted this marriage to begin immediately as well. He wanted to start counting the days in which he could call Devon his wife and not make it sound like it was a far off sort of thing. It was at the latest, the very next day. “It sounds good.” He stated again. Bryce knew he would very much enjoy calling Devon Mrs Pierce for quite a while, not sure if it would ever get old really.
He let Devon go to make her calls while he made his. Informing his brother that he was getting married whenever they could figure out the office hours had been the simple part. It was everything else that was the trouble. Pat wanted Devon and Bryce to have a proper ceremony with all the bells and whistles like he’d shared with Tatiana. But that was not their style and though it took some work, Bryce finally got his big brother to see that. And to realise that what they planned was in fact quite perfect for them. Pat agreed and Bryce could hear Tat shouting in the background that she was so happy for them. Bryce hung up the phone with a smile, promising to text his brother to keep him updated on when this would all take place; tonight or first thing in the morning. “I would absolutely love nothing more than to carry you off to the bedroom and spend the rest of the night there with you but if you want rings, we’ll have to get rings. So I’ll run off to the bedroom alone.” He said, literally running down the hall to the bedroom he’d been sharing more and more with Devon and threw on the first things he could find before returning to her. “We’ll have to run by yours to get Atticus after the rings.” He said once he was back in the room and shoving his feet into a pair of trainers. “And Pat said to keep him posted. I’ll text him on our way down about the plan.” He said, snatching his keys up and reaching for the door, following Devon out into the hallway.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Sept 16, 2015 18:13:07 GMT -5
Devon didn’t know when she’d marry if it hadn’t been for the horrible day she’d had. She didn’t know if Bryce would be the one on bended knee or if she’d have still found some reason to push the issue on him first. There might have been a small to-do with a white dress and a ceremony with friends and family, but Devon didn’t care about the what ifs. She had spent too much of her life already wasting time on them, thinking about how things might have been different. Now she just wanted to live, to do the things that made her happy and have something of a future with the man she loved. Devon didn’t need a big ceremony to marry Bryce, she just needed him to want her as his wife, to agree to a lifetime of putting up with her workaholic nature and closet geeky obsessions. Devon knew she wasn’t easy to deal with at times, but for some reason Bryce tolerated her worst moments and held her up when she wanted to collapse into herself. She wouldn’t find anyone better than him in a million years and she knew that long before she had asked him to marry her just moments before. “Just leave me enough to hire a good lawyer.” She smirked, digging her fingers into his siders before stealing a kiss.
She punched his arm again for his sarcasm and bit back her grin. “I can take back my proposal if you’re going to continue being such an ass.” She threatened, though she’d never actually do it. Instead she folded her arms and looked up at the CSI with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Hang on a minute, let me see if I remember all of this correctly. I was the one who asked you out, and now I’m the one who asked you to marry me. At least we know who wears the pants in this relationship.” She teased, raising her eyebrow. “I wonder what the guys at work would make of all that if they knew it.” Devon wasn’t one to talk about her personal life when she was in her uniform, though it was no secret that she was dating Bryce at the precinct. The people she worked with just didn’t know the finer details of how they had come to be or what they did for fun. “Officer Pierce.” She said, sounding out what she knew she was likely to hear more often once she sacrificed Walker. “That’s going to take longer to get used to.” She decided, chuckling a little.
She wished things weren’t this complicated. Or that she’d slowed down enough beforehand to consider checking all of this out before coming to Bryce’s apartment and proposing marriage. However, even when they kept it simple there were hurdles to jump. This time tomorrow she would be a married woman. The thought made her giddy inside and she chuckled to herself, crouching low to play with Scotty while Bryce raced off to get ready. “You can lock me in your bedroom when we get back if you want.” She called flirtatiously after him. She straightened back up when Bryce returned, smiling at him. “He does seem to love your place more than mine. More room to stretch his paws.” She decided in the moment since Bryce’s place was considerably larger than her own modest apartment, though she saw less and less of that place she had been dating him. “Okay, so I think there’s a place just a few blocks away.” She checked her phone as they left the building and then slipped it away into her bag again, taking Bryce’s hand instead. “This way.” She kept close to him, but walked fast. Devon didn’t want to go through all this to find places closing.
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Post by Bryson Kyle Pierce on Jun 29, 2016 22:22:52 GMT -5
Marriage hadn't been a thought on Bryce's mind at first, obviously. Back then things were still new and fun but the last little while, it had been on his mind. And not because his parents had any interest, because his mother had asked about a grand wedding or grandchildren; no, his parents were ridiculous but maybe in another twenty years they would admit the truth. Though Bryce doubted it all very much. But no, it was his sister-in-law who had asked him when he was going to get his act together. And the truth of the matter was, he was planning something special. He didn't think anything huge or fancy but something memorable for Devon. He knew she wasn't like most girls and probably wouldn't give a damn if he had some big fancy show when he asked her to marry him or want the big white wedding in the church or any of that but she was still a girl and it seemed almost like a rite of passage. Even if she didn't want something flashy, she deserved it. So her proposing to him seemed like as good a way to get to that next step as any. And it saved him from actually planning anything and then getting down on one knee. "More than enough for the best." He told her but kept it at that. She'd seen where he'd grown up after all, she could probably guess.
"Hey! You want to marry this ass. Do you really want it to change now?" He asked, laughing. If only she knew that he'd been planning to go out soon enough to pick out a ring and called in a couple favours owed to make a night perfect to propose to her. "I'll have you know I was planning to go out next week with your soon to be sister-in-law to pick out a ring." He informed her believing there was no harm in it now that they were going to throw caution to the wind and sign all the papers, say all the words that day. "Devon Pierce. I like the sound of that." He said slowly, savouring the word of his last name attached to Devon. Sure, it would take some getting used to but he definitely liked the feeling he had saying what would be her new name soon enough. "By the time we get back, that'll be our bedroom." He reminded her with a great, big grin on his face. Bryce was like a kid in a candy store with all this. He just couldn't wait to be married to Devon.
With the door locked up, He took Devon's hand and followed her through the streets to the jewelers. Inside to pick up a set of rings, a ring for him and a matching set for Devon, and then a rush to city hall to sign the papers, say those wonderfully binding words and then a drink with their witnesses as Pat and Tatiana would expect a drink to toast the marriage. Then they could go back, after a quick stop for Atticus and really celebrate their wedding night. It seemed like a good way to end the night. Inside the shop Devon picked out was nice and classic looking. The displays were attractive and if he'd had more time, he would have probably had a look in beer for the ring he would have surprised Devon with. While Devon looked through the cases, Bryce sent his brother another text, letting him know where they were in their plans. They would meet them at city hall and they'd all go in together.
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Post by Devon Olivia Pierce on Jul 20, 2016 12:59:37 GMT -5
Devon’s parents probably expected their daughter to be married to her job. They liked Bryce well enough, and her mom had whispered to her how she noticed Devon seemed slightly less hellbent on working all the hours in the day since he came around. Still, they had given up a long time ago on their daughter being the girl she was before Frankie was killed. They knew Devon’s method of coping was working to make sure more families didn’t end up like theirs, and Devon had sacrificed a lot for that. She hadn’t honestly expected a man to come along and except her the way she was – scars, stubbornness, and everything in between – but Bryce did, and she didn’t want to waste a moment of that now. She was perfectly content with their lazy nights on the couch, or their slow mornings in bed together. She liked simple, and for her just being in his company and stealing those moments around their hectic shifts was more than enough. Devon wasn’t the type to demand expensive restaurants every week, or lust over flashy jewellery in Tiffany’s window. She was likely to turn into a screaming fan girl in Forbidden Planet, but she tried to go there without Bryce too often purely so he couldn’t hold the teasing rites for month; which she knew he would. “So long as he gets me acquitted. A cop in prison? I’d be mincemeat.” His money Devon didn’t care for. Wealth meant little to her, so long as she was secure enough to keep a roof over her head and food on her table; and her job supported her for that.
“Give me a month and then we’ll start on the changes.” She threatened teasingly. In truth, Devon wouldn’t change a damn thing about the man before her. She loved him completely, even when he drove her crazy with his goofball behaviour. He made her laugh when she wanted to scream, and held her when she needed it most of all. Bryce always just knew what she needed from him without her needing to say it. Devon blinked at him, and then grinned, shrugging casually. “Your problem, Mr Pierce, is that you’re too slow. A girl like me is fast – like a peregrine falcon.” She taunted, nipping at his bottom lip gently. “And I got bored of waiting for you to catch me.” If Bryce had surprised her with a ring, Devon probably would have freaked out and turned emotional on him, but she wasn’t going to let him know that now. It was more fun to play their usual games to see who could tease the other best. Grinning, she pressed closer to him. “Good, because I won’t be changing it again.” With a wicked twinkle in her eye and the smile to match, Devon wrapped herself around her husband-to-be. She pulled herself close and kissed him impatiently. “And I will not be letting you out of there for a while, trust me.” She promised against his lips. Rest of the world be damned.
A small part of her still couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t believe she had actually gone to Bryce’s asked him to marry her, and now they were out choosing their rings and counting down the minutes until they were husband and wife. She was excited, and yet still plotting to surprise the man she had all to herself. After picking the rings, Devon let go of Bryce on the sidewalk outside. “You go ahead. There’s one thing I need to do first.” She smirked, before stepping a smidge closer to him so that only he could hear her next words. “After all, what fun is a wedding night if there’s not a dress to rip off?” Devon winked wickedly before gliding away in the direction of her apartment. She took little time at all to pull the short, tight fitting white dress she owned from the back of her closet, quickly changing and taking fifteen minutes to clean herself up with some lipgloss and mascara, fluffing her hair up and spraying some hairspray around her locks to make it look a little less like she had spent a ridiculous long day at work. She didn’t look like a conventional bride, but she looked like Bryce’s bride. After that it was a case of getting a cab to City Hall, which gave Devon time to get excited about what she was about to do. “Hope you’re not getting cold feet.” She teased as she reached Bryce outside.
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