Post by CAMERON SUTTON on Jul 18, 2012 1:37:17 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: ALIAS: cam DATE OF BIRTH: 20 august 1986 ( day month year) AGE: twenty-six OCCUPATION: undercover CIA agent SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: andrew cooper VISITOR [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me this did not make sense to cameron as he approached the casket that was resting at the front of the alter, and it seemed like the world was closing down around him. she looked peaceful as his finger curled around the edge of the casket and he tilted his head to the side. she finally looked to be at peace through her months of suffering, her hands were laid across her stomach as though she was hiding a secret from him—and she had been but cameron had learned about it with the autopsy though the cause of death had been known. cameron should have known better than to go for a girl that was in the same ranks as him, the same department even. he hated himself for having put her through the agony of teasing and crushing on her for weeks before acting on his emotions. he was not an impulsive guy, he needed to work things out in his head but currently, nothing was making sense to him. she was his partner in both life and the field and her cover had been blown due to his own careless protective side that he wished he would have leashed just for that ten seconds. undercover was a nasty business and she was meant to be his girlfriend, a drug dealer, but his new boss had taken a liking to the female as well and had dared to put his hands on her which caused cameron to snap, and then for this to happen. the death was slow because cameron could not pull the plug, pushing the date further and further back with an excuse to work but time only caught up to him that much faster. a bullet had rushed through her heart by the hands of the man that he had been trying to take don for weeks and failed with that one small weakness in the form of his love. [/style]with a shaky outstretched hand, the male reached for her but stopped himself. he could recall brushing the blonde hair from her eyes countless times, pushing away the obstruction so that he could see her beautiful face in the morning, the evening, during dinner, and even during undercover moments but now it was the last time that he would be able to do it. the crowd that sat in the pews were the people that he respected and who respected him but at the moment, they were not there. the only thing that was there was his beautiful wife lying dead in the casket without proof of their marriage on her finger due to the position that they had been in with the undercover time. he was never meant to be the husband to her, supposed to be cheating, digging and uncovering but their marriage was fresh at that time and they never got the honeymoon that they wanted. they could not keep their hands off each other, and their eyes hardly left one another In public. he was devoted to her, his entire heart and soul would forever be buried with her, shit…im sorry rowe..” he muttered under his breath, letting it brush against her cheek before placing one final kiss upon her lips and taking the few steps back. those were not the words that he had wanted to say to her, he wanted to pronounce his everlasting love to her, the words that he had said at the wedding only a year ago. most of the marriage was spent with him running to her side while she was living with the assistance of the machines, but cameron was okay with that. he shared secrets with her, dreams with her if she had ever woke up, talking about retiring from the cia and being nothing but a commoner, having a family with her and being the husband that she needed—but rowe never opened her eyes or savored her last breath before everything shut down. he felt a hand on his shoulder and slowly turned his head, his eyes glazed over to see a middle aged woman, his coordinator who was rowe’s best friend at the time of her death. he reached over and placed a hand over her own, lightly pushing it off but not before he gave it a squeeze, got to live for her. he said softly which was received with a nod from the woman. carla.. he mumbled her name as he heard her heels departing down the aisle back to her seat, stopping mid-step, he waited as his senses picked up that she was still nearby as he said with some more confidence, reassign me... he felt the wind on the back of his neck as the small church doors opened and he insticitvely reached for the gun that was sitting on his persons—even in a church. cammmy! he heard, and it brought a smile to his face as he looked down to see a little boy already clinging to his leg. trevor, you okay little guy..? he asked with some sweetness still added to his voice as he bent down to pick up the little boy. I’m okay…are you?...she looks pretty.. said the little boy, peering at his older sister, yea, she looks like she’s sleeping, right buddy? but she was not sleeping and he was not sure how to get that point to the little boy. turning his head, trevor glanced to his brother-in-law, grinning and nodding but cameron could see the tear rolling down the young boy’s cheek and cam gripped him tighter, letting the little boy bury his face into the tux collar in order to hide his tears. cam took one last look at his wife before the priest slowly closed the casket and the procession line began with cam in the front, cradling the little boy in his arms who was now in his custody—or well his parents because cameron was not going to quit his job and knew that rowe would not want him too. cameron was not sure how much time had passed, how many steps had been taken or how many tears had leaked out of his eyes since turning his back to his wife. the buriel ceremony was short and trevor had his face buried into cam’s neck the whole time, not wanting to watch his sister depart from the world and too be honest, cam didn’t either. he wished that time could be altered, turned back and he would have never made the mistake that ended her life and cam was not sure how trevor would feel when he was finally told the story but that would be years later. for the time being, cameron and trevor could find a life somewhere else and as he was walking back to the car that was once his wife’s, he buckled trevor into the car seat and reached for his ringing phone. Sutton. he answered hearing carla’s voice over the phone, myrtle beach, potential serial killer, be in my office tomorrow at 10. and then that was the end of it. looking over to trevor who was sleeping in his car seat after the emotionally exhausting day, cameron nodded to no one and looked over to the grave spot that was currently empty of all people. they had all wished him their condolences, asking them to care for trevor and be good to him and cam knew that he would. the five year old boy was like a son to him at this point after having been entered into his life only three years ago, when he met rowe. now at twenty six, the male was widowed, hurting but he would press on with his life to live it for his now deceased wife and would give trevor the life he needed. he hoped that he could find a way to work the little boy out of this assignment because at this point, cam could not take killing another person that was close to him. a son was what trevor was and cam knew that his protective side would appear again if the situation called for it. he was not impulsive in the slightest and usually thought out his words and his actions, often his sentences were filled with spaces of time where he tried to process the best thing to say at the right time. it was hard though, he was having a difficult time at the moment to process anything besides the death of his wife and the paperwork that had to be filled out in the later weeks to come. sighing softly, he pulled the car into drive and slowly made his way out of the graveyard, back to the apartment for one last night with his “son” and then to get reassigned tomorrow morning and cam was bittersweet about it, but he knew he needed it. personality traits: adaptable, protective , thoughtful , regretful , caring , workaholic , apologetic , hurting , heartbroken , searching for distraction , lying , sneaky , curious , inquisitive , inherent , searching , trigger finger , tactful , insightful , rational , street smart , tender , gentle |
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