New chaptered story :)

It assumes that... Norman took Tripto at all opportunities except Mad Jack, Norman fought Mad Jack and his car was wrecked, Madison died, Ethan was apprehended twice, Norman didn't hit Blake, Norman single-handedly saved Shaun and killed the Origami Killer, Scott Shelby died, Norman helped Ethan escape without turning the camera off.

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It was nearly midnight by the time Norman Jayden had finished describing his encounter with the Origami Killer to Captain Perry.

"Alright, thank you, Jayden, we'll need you for a few more days, so I'll see you Monday," the Captain finally said, his tired eyes nothing compared to those of Norman, who'd recounted the tale of his battle with Scott Shelby about four hundred times since yesterday.

"Thanks, Captain," the agent said exhaustedly, leaving the elder man's office and making a beeline for the station's exit.

He was stopped, however, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Norman," Blake said casually. Jayden turned around with a sigh.


"Davis, Ash, Johnson and I were gonna go for a drink to celebrate," he said with a hint of something in his eyes. Norman narrowed his eyes at the cop. "You wanna come with?"

To celebrate…? Celebrate what, the fact that Blake was wrong about Ethan being guilty? The fact that Norman had single-handedly caught the Origami Killer? Blake sure was a character, able to celebrate other people's accomplishments.

The brunette swallowed and shrugged. "I'm pretty tired. Long day," he said.

Blake smiled his usual, somewhat insincere smile, bordering on a smirk. "C'mon, just a few drinks to calm your nerves?" he said, motioning towards Norman's shaking hands.

"Holy shit, how did I not notice?" Norman thought in a panic, trying to stifle the tremors with his other hand. "At least he figures it's just 'nerves'."

"Sure, whatever," Norman agreed, following Blake out of the precinct.

After a few moments of walking through the parking lot, Norman remembered his car. "Ah, shit, I forgot," he recalled. "My car gaht wrecked yesterday, I' been takin' cabs back n' forth…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Blake snickered. "How do you forget somethin' like that, Norman?" he asked with a shake of his head.

Norman sighed, still focusing on getting his hands to stop trembling. "It's been a long day."

Carter agreed, using a remote switch to unlock his car from a few yards away. "C'mon, get in," he said as he got in the driver's seat of his black BMW. Norman, reluctant to accept anything, let alone a favour from Blake, paused before finally getting in the car.

"Where are we goin', anyway?"

Blake grinned, and Norman developed a bad feeling in the back of his crowded brain. "You'll see."

Jayden rolled his eyes, but didn't press further. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He was tired, he was sore, and he really just wanted to go back to his hotel and sleep. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Carter stopped and parked the car.

He opened his eyes. "Aw, fuck, Blake, what are we doin' here?" he complained upon seeing the pink-and-blue flashing neon sign before him.

Blake laughed and slapped Norman on the back. "C'mon, you need to relax."

The brunette scowled, but followed Carter into the establishment. "Shoulda known that bastard would be into places like these."

Jayden wanted to crawl into a hole and die when he saw Ash and two other officers he was unfamiliar with waiting for them at the door.

One of them clapped Norman on the shoulder. "Hey, nice work this week, Jayden," he said. Norman nodded as the five men entered the building. A strip club.