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There's a shadowed fae in a booth with a bowl of soup. His hair is braided and sitting on the booth next to him, giving a good view of the pointed ears with all those silver hoops. There's a steel sword in sheath leaning against the seat, because he's been out practicing.

Come talk to the dark fae. He's fairly friendly now days.

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A CSI, carrying a coffee, stops dead in her tracks as she spots him.

"Warrick?"

He's blinking at the woman, though confusion would be to explanatory a word for his expression.

"Beg your pardon?"

In an instant she knows: the voice, the attitude, the look is all wrong. "I'm sorry, it's just--you look like someone I know, back on my own world." She grins ruefully, extends a hand. "What's your name?"

There's a bow of a nod. "Ahh."

He extends his hand for shaking. "I'm Doyle. And you?"

She shakes it, her fingers curling around his. "Catherine Willows. I'm from Las Vegas, on Earth, the year 2005..."

His grip is firm, fingers a little callused from the sword work. There might be a small quirk of the corners of his mouth at the time and place part. "St. Louis, on Earth and 2003 for me."

He motions to the other side of this booth. "So do you confuse people for those on your world often here?"

The question holds a drop of curiosity, as his kind is harder to mistake for others and he really doesn't know.

She colours at that, her own mouth twitching, as she settles into the booth. "No, not often--I apologize if it bothered you. He's really a great guy, he works at the same place I do--I'm a CSI, a crime scene investigator."

Remembering the calluses on his palm: "What do you do?"

There's a small wave of his hand. "No offense taken. I just hadn't taken into thought that some people would look alike. I've never dealt with time and universe merges before. Just gives me something new to think about."

There is a small amount of interest showing in his eyes. He's never dealt with people who work with police either. His eyes travel to the sword for a moment, but at least he didn't touch it like his friend would have. "I'm Captian of a guard for a Faerie Princess."

"A Faerie Princess?" Cue a big-eyed disbelieving-awed look from Catherine. "In our time, in our world?"

Doyle shifts one shoulder in a small shrug. "In my time and my world. I'm Faerie also. Though I think if you haven't heard of our kind, we are from very different worlds."

She shakes her head, impressed. "Never. I thought they were--well, fairy tales. Stories for children. Maybe us humans are strange and mythical to you..."

There's a quirk of a smile again. "Humans are not strange and mythical to us. We live amongst them as we have to. In my time, we are well known to the humans."

Catherine grins at this. "I suppose we're from different worlds, then--what a shame. Will you tell me about yours?"

He gives a small shrug. "We have a Sithin that the Unseelie live in. The Seelie have made their home elsewhere. We are more or less on our own, though constantly being hounded by reporters. We have magic, and at least those of us in the states don't really inter mix with humans." There's a tilt before he elaborates one small thing. "The Seelie and the Unseelie are the two different courts of fae."

[ooc: *headdesks* He's from Illinois, not St. Louis...canon confusion. sorry!]

She nods, listening. "Are you part of the Unseelie?"

[ooc: I really know nothing of his canon, so no worries ^^]

He nods. "I am. I'm part of the Sidhe of the Unseelie court. I used to protect the Queen of Air and Darkness. Though I am now protecting the Princess."

[ooc: ^^ fairly good for reading, if you don't mind the smut that's thrown in...]

"What happened to the Queen?" Catherine asks gently, raising her eyebrows.

[ooc: Hmmmmmmmmm :D What's the title?]

"Happened?" It takes him a moment to catch the meaning of the question. "Oh. She's fine. There is just a certain...duty that I'm needed for and as such have moved my services by request of my Queen." The way he says duty should be fairly plain that it's private information.

[ooc: A Kiss of Shadows is the first of four. By Laurell K. Hamilton]

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