I think so. And it's on cable so I don't have to watch my language.(I understand Leary to be fairly popular in England, so you might get to see it sometime.)

Thanks...hi. Newbie, or new name?

Newbie, and you're welcome.

Hi. I'm a Buffista crime show junkie, which makes me rare around these parts.(And I mostly write gen.) Welcome! Hey, rookie, give me a quarter(/Homicide humor) Sorry. Just always wanted to do that. :)

HA! erika is also my Official Internet Wife. We're both Homicide: Life on the Streets junkies.

Hmmm. Today's Open On Sunday Drabble theme is "patterns". Must consider that one for a bit...

She married me for my crossovers, but usually I wait a post or five before pimping my fandoms. But in "A Year On The Killing Streets" the new guy had to give the established detective quarters every day for, six months, I think. Because the new guy was new and his partner had twenty-five years. But it's no fun to ask for three cents.(I've been a Buffista for three years.) ETA; In my other fandoms, patterns= easy. blood, brains, spatter.Ligature markings...ooh, Frandina. Although that gives the wiggins cause Angela Frandina is one of my pseuds and sometimes I forget if Angela's me...and I may be ill, actually.

Never caught an ep of Homicide, but have been a Denis Leary fan 4-ever, and am falling in love with Rescue Me. I just found this place a few months ago, when I heard Minear talking about it on the radio.

I like Denis Leary too...I have a big weakness for comedians that get to say all the stuff I can't. And to get paid big money to sing about being an asshole while people clap? Makes me proud to be an American to see that.(I'm being a wiseass, but it kind of *does* actually. But that's why I have to hang out here...nobody average would have me.) And the show is so good(I love that whole squad thing, which is where the comparison to H:LOTS comes in. That, and the smartmouthed reprobate comics doing drama thing. Reaching for that buried softer side and that sort of thing.)..and I'm talking too much.

OK, patterns.

Bloodless

The man lies crumpled on the soft grass.

All around, night-blooming plants scent the air with a heady, luscious mix of smells. Bats wheel overhead, darting after insects, their radar sensing and dooming tiny chitinous things. A dogfox calls sharply, and something screams as it is brought down.

These are the hours of darkness. Death is in the air.

Beside the stream, Drusilla sits and throws coins into the water. Silver, copper, zinc, they break the surface, rippling into concentric circles, patterns of life and death. Sated with blood, she croons to herself, as her dinner cools into rigor on the grass.

Unexpected, Deb, but in a good way.

I can just see her singing to the water, and the dead body.

I got into a Mood, bigtime, and reposted all three of my Darla in Tuscany series in my livejournal. I'd actually forgotten how damned erotic they are.