because I'm WANTED Dead or Alive [Vincent]

[sterling gael burandt]

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

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Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think

Sterling would be lying to say that he had been slacking on his roommate duties. Well it didn’t help that he had Mr. Clean Freak himself as a roommate. Vincent and Sterling were one of those friendships that made no sense except to themselves. Even most of the time they didn’t make sense to each other. Opposites attract was the only possible solution to the mess. Sterling was taking a full load of credits during the day, worked Tony’s Bistro during the week at night and the Saturday and Sunday during the day he just got another internship working for a homicide detective. It was his dream job so of course he said yes. He was a pretty busy guy, there was no way that Vincent could blame him for…well not keeping up his fair share of the housework except for the fact that it stressed out Vincent and there was just a whole explosion of who’s responsibility everything was and usually it ended up in Sterling doing dishes for an extra hour that night. Ster pushed open the door sliding his backpack to the ground right next to the door before kicking off his boots. He then shrugged out of his tie throwing it on the table. He stretched before pulling a green monster from the fridge kicking the door shut with his left foot.

He grabbed the last two cookies from the package before devouring them in seconds. He grabbed his backpack emptying it onto the table. He pushed a few things aside finding the internship files he had to look over and summarize before grabbing a highlighter from the front pocket and a leftover Wendy’s jr. bacon burger from lunch. He popped it into the microwave waiting a few seconds realizing it popped everywhere. He squinted before shrugging his shoulder throwing a paper towel on the mess promising himself he’d come back later. He held the file under his elbow before retreating to his own room down the hall and to the left. Sterling had given Vincent the master bedroom in hopes that he wouldn’t have to listen to the griping of how dirty the bathroom is. The only issue was that his bathroom was the one guests used and Vincent was always up in arms about cleanliness. Sterling attempted to open his door as it didn’t budge. He glared shoving the rest of the burger in his mouth before using his right shoulder to barge in the door. He sighed picking up the longboard that had fallen over the door knob before tossing it onto the bean bag in the corner of the room. He waded his way through dirty clothes and old pizza boxes before finding his desk under another massive pile of clothing.

Sterling adjusted his lap after flicking a Crasins package away from the bulb. He sighed realizing that yesterday’s homework was still sitting on the desk where he had left it before the avalanche of clothing occurred. He dug around his drawer that was filled with random change, old headphones, screwdrivers, and AHA a blue pen. He began scribbling on a legal pad next to the file. He attempted to find only things that would please his boss from the file. He was a junior now and they were expecting quality. Sterling did not want to work at Tony’s Bistro for the rest of his life and if taking this extra internship would guarantee him a spot in the real world he would for sure secure it. Sterling turned in his seat throwing a shirt and a pair of vans from a top of the large stereo cranking the volume button up. ”’ CAUSE I’M WANTED…WANTED,” Ster sang as loud as his lungs could handle as he scribbled on the legal pad when he thought he heard something. He paused the stereo as he heard the front door make its loud clanging noise. That he had promised Vincent he would fix about a week ago. He forgot to clean the microwave and pick up his backpack and and-- He bit down on his lip jumping out of his seat. There wasn’t enough time now. It was time to abandon ship! Sterling launched himself into a pile of stuff on his bed hiding himself the best he could from Vincent. Maybe he would just think he hadn’t come home yet. ”Deaddddd or alive, probably dead,” Ster murmured under the pile of clothes realizing he left his desk lamp on before giving a solid facepalm in annoyance with himself.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Bon Jovi Batman is always watching...always.

[vincent jacob dorée]

Vincent had just gotten out of his last music theory class of the day when his cell phone rang. When he saw that it was Andy, he quickly picked it up. “Hello?” He was immediately greeted with his little brother spewing off the story of their father’s most recent drunken beating, which included slamming Andy’s hand in a door. Vincent looked around, as if afraid that someone might be trying very hard to listen in. “Andy, last night was Thursday – you know he’s really bad on Thursday nights – nevermind, nevermind,” he said, quickly dropping the subject,”Just come over to my apartment, I’ll fix your finger. I’ll have to check with Sterling, but you can stay over, alright? Alright. Bye.”

As he hung up his phone, he slid it into his jeans pocket before opening the door to his and Sterling’s apartment. He was about to shut the door when it slipped out of his hand and slammed shut, making that horrible clanging noise. C sharp. He cringed at the high pitched noise before turning and automatically tripping on something. Thankfully, he caught himself right before he went tumbling to the ground. A look of annoyance crossed his face when he realized that he had tripped over Sterling’s boots. How many times had he told him to put them away? He was probably heading for his room anyway – he could have just brought them with him. The least he could have done was drop the stuff off to the side.

Just as he turned, though, he saw Sterling’s backpack tossed onto the table, which was covered with random items that had probably been in the backpack. The next thing he noticed was the open microwave and the closer he moved to it, the more he noticed the complete mess that had been left in it. Feeling the anger build up in his chest, he slammed the microwave door shut and moved down the hallway to Sterling’s room.

“Sterling!” he said, pounding on his roommate’s door,”Open up!” He waited for a moment, clenching his jaw before getting too annoyed and opening the door himself. It got stuck on some clothes that were right by it, but he put his shoulder into it and shoved it open. The light was on, but the room appeared empty… At least he thought so, until he saw a pile of clothes suddenly move. “Seriously? You’re hiding?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before rolling his eyes,”Look, what the hell was with that mess in the kitchen, huh?”

[sterling gael burandt]

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

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Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think

Sterling jumped the moment Vincent yelled to open up. ”dunna…dunna…dunna,dunna,dunna,dunna…DUNNNAAHHH,” Ster whispered as he heard the jiggle of the doorknob and then the sudden door flinging open. Ster attempted to lay still when he saw a spree candy sitting just a few inches away. He could have fought the urge but that would just be the intelligent thing to do and the moment he reached the candy, Vincent spotted him. He froze turning peeking through a jacket that he hadn’t worn in months to see Vincent staring at him. He popped his head out of the pile smiling showing off his prized green spree in between his teeth before frowning as Vincent asked what was wrong with the kitchen. Sterling made himself comfortable in the pile of clothes flopping onto his stomach unbuttoning the top button of his white shirt.

”It’s actually a funny story Vincent…because when people get hungry they cook things—“ Sterling decided that wasn’t dramatic enough and flopped onto his side staring up at Vincent. ”I came home and I was ALL alone SO I thought to myself what better way to cure the lonely blues then an old Wendy’s burger? But you see, it was tragic. When I put the beautiful burger in the microwave she decided she couldn’t live any long—okay so I was hungry andddd I had a hamburger…didn’t you see the paper towel? I was going to clean it up,” Sterling attempted to save himself towards the end. Sterling turned back to his stomach before falling off the large pile onto the floor.

He groaned as his head hit his Ethics textbook, he quickly rubbed his head before sitting slowly back up moving his skateboard and another longboard to the side. ”I at least put a paper towel over it…I mean when Lacey and I cooked enchiladas and I almost blew up the oven I didn’t even put a paper towel over it! Ah? Ah? See I’m slowly learning Vincey, hey! You want to hand me that pizza next to your head. I think it’s still good!,” Ster smirked before shrugging his shoulders. He wasn’t going to mention the time he had left pizza under the couch for a week before Vincent had to the one to drag out the cardboard leftovers.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Bon Jovi Batman is always watching...always.

[vincent jacob dorée]

Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly when Sterling’s head popped out of the pile of clothes, with something green in his teeth. He didn’t even want to know. Vincent took a deep breath to calm himself down at Sterling took in time in situating himself on the pile of closing before answering his question. He looked down and shifted his weight slightly before crossing his arms over his chest.

When Sterling opened his mouth and started talking, Vincent had to force himself to keep from rolling his eyes. Sterling’s story certainly didn’t assuage Vincent’s anger. If anything, it just made it worse. “Yeah. Yeah, I saw the paper towel, but no, you weren’t. You put the paper towel on top of the mess to cover it up and then you were going to forget about it. And then I’ll be stuck cleaning it up,” he said, motioning to himself before dropping his arms to his sides. It was true. That’s how it happened most of the time because Vincent was never really able to stand the mess.

He slowly turned to look where Sterling said the pizza would be and a look of disgust crossed his face. Vincent was at a loss as to how Sterling was able to live in such…filth. And he wasn’t even overreacting. There were food containers scattered around the room, dirty clothes, papers…how did he even find anything? “I don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head and taking a step away from the old pizza,”You seriously need to clean up in here. It’s…disgusting..” He continued to shake his head as he surveyed the room once again. “Well, I guess I have a kitchen to clean, so – ” he said, pausing in slamming the door when he remembered Andy’s phone call,”One more thing. Are you cool with Andy staying the night again?”

[sterling gael burandt]

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

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Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think

Talk about a guilt trip Vincent was thee master of them. He sighed letting his hands drop to the side. So maybe he felt really bad now. Sterling looked around his room as Vincent claimed it was disgusting. He nodded slowly realizing this probably wasn’t the best living conditions for a highly stressed out person. But still that meant he had to clean it and that was a process all on its own. ”Ugh but Vincent, that will take literally forever,” Sterling nodded when Vincent asked if his brother could stay over. Sterling had his suspicions of Vincent’s home life but it was never an easy subject to talk about. It was clear that Sterling loved his dad and would do anything if he could trade places with him. When on the other hand Vincent gave one word answers about his dad; Vincent was there when Sterling got the phone call about the last round of chemo starting. This was his dads last chance to get rid of it completely. Sterling stood swallowing the last of the spree candy before shrugging off his buttoned up shirt. ”Not a problem, you know you’re brothers always welcomed, you’d let Cayden stay over if he needed too,” He replied with a nod before pushing past Vincent.

Sterling sighed staring at the huge mess he made. Well Vincent had technically won because Sterling was going to attempt to clean. He didn’t want to make Vincent talk right off the bat about why his brother needed a place to stay. He would figure out how to bring it up. He opened his backpack beginning to shove everything but trash back in the backpack. Maybe it was time he got his life together. He was going to be so incredibly busy he wasn’t going to have time to dig through his entire room to find an assignment anymore. Between the internship, the job, and school and any kind of a social life he was going to really get his act together. He continued piling a few of the random objects from the table back into the backpack. ”I got that internship with Detective Hendrickson, I’m going to be working for a homicide detective, I’m pretty much awesome.” Sterling finished before laughing a moment before picking up the cookie package and walking it to the trash. ”I’m going to be pretty busy but I mean I’ll be able to tell when people are lying and all that stuff that we watch on Castle and Criminal Minds,” Sterling picked up the monster can before walking it back to the trash too when he stopped placing his hand on the chair before sighing quietly. ”Soo are you going to ever tell me what’s up at your home? I mean…I’m super messy--fine, but I’m not stupid,” Sterling added quietly. He knew it was some form of abuse. Every time Vincent went back he came back decorated in scars and bruises and same when Andy had come to visit.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Bon Jovi Batman is always watching...always.

[vincent jacob dorée]

“Yeah? That’s an excuse if I ever heard one,” he said, kicking some dirty clothes away from him,”It wouldn’t get this bad if you would actually pick up after yourself.” He huffed out a sigh. Vincent knew that he was being a little short with Sterling. If he hadn’t gotten that phone call from Andy, he probably would have just cleaned up the kitchen himself, but that phone call was…the straw that broke the camel’s back…or whatever that saying was. He was stressed enough after the phone call and when he saw the mess in the kitchen, he just snapped.

Vincent watched Sterling, somewhat confused, when he pushed past him, leading the way into the kitchen. “Wait…you’re going to clean?” he asked, following Sterling, genuinely surprised at his roommate’s actions. He slipped his phone out of his pocket once more to shoot Andy a quick text that it was alright to stay the night. He received a short “Whoo-hoo!” back, which caused him to chuckle. It was always entertaining how much energy Andy had.

He headed for the microwave because it was the mess that was bothering him the most. After Sterling was through throwing the trash away, Vincent pulled the trash can over to the microwave. He pulled out the microwave plate and used the paper towel to wipe most of the mess into the trash can, grimacing as he did so. Vincent was only partially listening to what Sterling was saying as he turned on the faucet to wash off the plate. He froze slightly when he heard what Sterling asked, though. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything’s fine at home,” he said, turning his back on Sterling as he continued to wash the plate. 

[sterling gael burandt]

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

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Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think

Sterling glared at a few more packages he carelessly had left out the past couple days. He groaned flopping down into a chair realizing that he had actually admitted to helping clean and was already regretting it. Not to mention the pile of paperwork on his desk was calling his name. He had to report back later with his beautiful SLR to impress Detective Hendrickson with his mad shooting skills. Camera wise, but Travis did say he would get a few literal shooting lessons at the cages during the internship. He was more then happy to participate. If he wasn’t careful his degree would shift a little bit and he would become the next Kate Beckett, or should he say Travis Hendrickson or Seeley Booth. He used the side of his hand to scrape off leftover bread crumbs into his head as the awkward silence fell. He could usually tell when Vincent was ignoring him or had other things clouding his mind. Sterling didn’t mind too much. He knew he talked enough for the both of them. He just was really excited about his internship. Addison claimed that she would find him dead in his apartment one day from a heart attack from all the stress. Marci declared that an ulcer would beat the heart attack to it; which totally comforted Addi.

Sterling watched as Vincent claimed that everything was fine at home. Sterling snorted before rolling his eyes. He moved the chair to the side dumping the crumbs into the trash can next to Vincent. Sterling crossed his arms over his chest before staring at his roommate cleaning the microwave. ”Fine but when I come home with a polygraph one of these days, can’t say I didn’t offer to just talk about it,” Sterling then opened the fridge taking out the almond milk container that had two drops left in it before flattening it and throwing it over his shoulder into the trash can. His back pocket sounded as he turned pulling the phone from his pocket quickly reading the text from Cayden. It was about dad. The siblings always attempted to make a trip back home one at a time so none of their mother wasn’t home alone, mom often paid half the ticket as long as one of the siblings could pay the other half. Since she raised the Burandt siblings all of them were hardworking and had jobs to do so with. Ster turned looking back at Vincent pocketing the cell phone. ”One day you’ll let me inside that head of yours, I just hope I’m not dead before that day,” Sterling walked past Vincent picked up his boots before opening the door and hitting them against the stair railing. Sterling’s pocket sounded one more time he turned it over in his hand before quickly texting back. He knew how much he felt for Cayden and Vincent was the same for Andy. ” If Andy shows up with another round of battle scars I’m going to end up asking him,” Sterling stated before disappearing to his room shoving the boots in the closest.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Bon Jovi Batman is always watching...always.

[vincent jacob dorée]

Vincent had to admit that he was a little relieved when the silence fell between them. It gave him the chance to let his anger melt away. That was one good thing he’d found about cleaning – it seemed to help him calm down. It got his mind on something else for the time being and he was able to forget things for awhile. He heaved a sigh as he felt the pressure leave his chest and he stood up straight, satisfied that the microwave plate was clean. Vincent snatched a towel that was hanging on the oven and began to dry off the microwave plate. He set it to the side before attacking the rest of the mess in the microwave with a damp wash cloth.

At first, Vincent had just been relieved that Andy was going to be able to come over for the night so that he would be safe from their father, but he was actually getting a little excited. He and Andy really were pretty close, especially since Joseph had left the family awhile ago and David was off doing his own thing at a pretty young age, so it was just Vincent and Andy at home alone with their father. It would only be natural for them to grow close. Besides, they both had a nerdy side, although, Andy was a lot nerdier than Vincent was.

Vincent could practically feel Sterling’s eyes on his back, so he paused in his cleaning to glance back at his roommate. He resisted the urge to scoff when he mentioned the polygraph because he wasn’t sure if Sterling was just joking or not. He was working for a detective now, after all. “Are – are you trying to guilt trip me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows as he turned to watch Sterling take his boots out the door after he had made the dead comment.

His eyes widened when Sterling threatened to just ask Andy. “What – no,” he said, dropping the wash cloth and following Sterling to his room,”When he’s here, do not ask him about what happens at home, got it? Just leave him alone.” His voice had seemed stern until he realized that he’d completely given away that something definitely was wrong at home. He turned around and headed back into the kitchen.