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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 12, 2020 3:37:08 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 12, 2020 6:12:20 GMT -5
Since she realised at the party that she might have some kind of inconvenient feelings for TJ, Val had kept pretty quiet about the situation. She could do without her coworkers figuring out that she liked TJ. They had been bad enough the one time they found out about her meeting up with a guy from an online dating site - which had been a terrible date, by the way, but they usually were. She had no intention of letting them know about TJ, because if she did she would never hear the end of it, and neither would TJ. It would be awkward and uncomfortable and just not good for either of them.
Still, she was pretty happy with her progress on the arrests. She was currently leading (by one arrest, but still), though she’d have to work hard to keep ahead of Jules - and Norman had made an astonishing number of arrests recently in his determination to win the competition. He’d messed up his injured foot even more, but she had to admire his dedication. Even if he refused everybody’s advice to take a break and let it heal.
Val had only started her shift about ten minutes ago, so she had popped in to the break room to get a morning snack (she’d missed breakfast in her rush to leave the house that morning) and seen Callie there. Which was convenient, because she was exactly the person Val had been looking for.
“Hey, Dawson,” Val began “would you mind coming to see me at my desk when you get a minute? I could do with a second opinion on something in this case I just got.”
“Yeah, I don’t even read over cases I’ve actually been assigned,” Callie responded “so I’m afraid that gonna be a no.”
“Well that’s concerning,” Val commented, before continuing with “come on, Callie, you know I don’t ask twice and I’m not afraid to tell the captain who put clingfilm across her door the other day.”
“You wouldn’t,” Callie gasped
“Watch me,” Val challenged, smirking
“Fine,” Callie groaned “I’ll come see you in a minute.”
Satisfied, Val went outside into the bullpen, only to be greeted with the sight of...Callie sitting at her desk, typing at her computer.
The young detective looked, confused, between the woman at Callie’s desk, and the door to the break room. Could Callie teleport? What was going on?
She walked up to Callie’s desk, looking suspiciously at the woman sitting there.
“...Callie?” Val asked hesitantly
The woman looked up, and Val took her in properly.
“Morning, sweetie,” Callie greeted with a smile
Val narrowed her eyes, and it was at that moment that Callie stepped out of the break room door.
“You’re not Callie,” Val said to the woman at the desk, before pointing to the woman who had just come out of the break room “that’s Callie.”
“What?” the woman at the desk spluttered
“Callie calls us ‘honey’, ‘hon’ or ‘boo’, but never ‘sweetie’,” Val began “plus your roots are growing in while Callie’s are freshly done, and I know for a fact that she re-dyed her hair only a few days ago. You’re not Callie. So who are you?”
Callie, who had been leaning against the wall listening to this exchange, rolled her eyes and approached the desk.
“Give it up, Missy,” Callie sighed “she caught us.”
“Missy?” Val questioned incredulously “what the hell is going on, Callie?”
Callie moved to stand behind the chair Missy was sitting in, and gave Val a smile.
“Val Ruiz, may I introduce Artemisia Dawson, better known as Missy. She’s my twin sister.”
“You don’t have a twin sister,” Val pointed out, still suspicious
“The evidence would appear to suggest otherwise,” Missy chimed in, her Texas accent much more evident now, slightly stronger than Callie’s
“She’s a lawyer,” Callie continued “I didn’t tell anyone I had a twin because we like to swap places sometimes, nobody’s ever noticed before. I’ve replaced her in a courtroom once or twice, I was pretty good actually.”
“Oh, that’s so illegal,” Val commented, before rolling her eyes “alright, fine, I’ll let you guys get back to whatever twin stuff you were up to.”
Still slightly confused, weirded out, and generally just not knowing what to do, Val headed back to her desk. She left Callie and Missy at Callie’s desk, chatting together about something or other. She heard Missy saying that the other siblings would be arriving soon, which meant the imminent arrival of a Dawson tornado. Val had seen this happen before; whenever Callie’s siblings came round (the ones Val had known about before today, anyway), the precinct was always in chaos. The whole day was usually a write-off.
She could already tell this was going to be an interesting day.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 12, 2020 14:43:47 GMT -5
TJ had been with the 99 for about a week by now and it had been interesting. Everyone here was unique and they showed their personality in their own ways, maybe this would be the precinct he fit in the best.
If anything, he had certainly made his desk his already.
Having decorated it with a couple random knickknacks from home, it wasn’t exactly the neatest desk, but just because there was clutter didn’t mean it wasn’t organized clutter, everything had its place and so long as it stayed in its place, his desk worked like a well oiled machine...but as a desk.
Spinning around slightly in his chair, TJ looked over to the desk next to his, watching as Norman drank his cup of coffee way to fast. ”You shouldn’t drink it too fast, it could burn your tongue, or your throat, or it could upset your system and you’ll feel sick for the rest of the day-“ TJ warned him, however his warning only seemed to make Norman mad because after that he maintained eye contact with TJ and finished the entire beverage right then and there.
”Alright, geez dude, sorry for trying to get you to drink a little slower,” TJ muttered, shaking his head and looking away from Norman, having his desk next to his had been...interesting, to put it lightly.
Looking around at all the other detectives in the room, TJ’s eyes drifted across Callie, sitting at her desk and paused.
Something was...different about her today.
But in a good way.
Like a really good way.
Tilted his head to the side, TJ turned back in his chair and leaned over his desk to whisper over at Norman. ”Hey, Norman, do you think Callie looks different today?” He questioned quietly.
Norman didn’t look up from his computer as he responded. ”Different how?”
TJ shrugged helplessly, glancing back towards Callie as his cheeks heated up before he looked back to Norman. ”I don’t know...like, doesn’t she seem way more attractive today than usual? I mean, I didn’t ever think she was unattractive or anything like that, she just hasn’t ever really been my type, but today she must be doing something different because she looks really good today, don’t you think?” TJ asked, eyes wide as he looked at Norman, clearly hoping the other man would connect to his rambling about this.
Norman slowly looked up from his computer, he squinted at TJ, giving him a look and then looked over towards a cup on his desk that was full of different pens and pencils and in the middle of it, a little rainbow flag stuck out like a plant in a pot.
He stared at the flag for a moment or so before looking back at TJ with the most deadpan expression that TJ had ever seen in his life.
TJ didn’t know why though, it was a simple enough question, did Norman find Callie to be way more attractive than usual or not? Maybe Norman just didn’t like to talk about coworkers, that would make sense.
Sighing, Norman shook his head and looked back down to his computer. ”I’m really not the person to ask about this, Kaminski, if you’re so caught up about Callie’s appearance today, maybe you should just go up and ask her if she’s doing something different,” Norman suggested pointedly.
TJ could take a hint, clearly Norman wasn’t in much of a talking mood today.
Though...he was right, it would probably be easiest to simply ask Callie about this.
Turning back to go do that, TJ paused once he saw Val approach her and declare that the person in the chair wasn’t Callie after all.
Which...TJ would admit, was confusing at first until the actual Callie walked out and revealed the not-Callie to be her twin sister: Missy.
Eyes wide, TJ leaned back in his chair. “Oh, it’s a twin sort of situation, that makes way more sense, cool, cool, cool, cool,” he mumbled out, nodding along.
Okay that explained the whole random boost of attractiveness.
Missy must have just given off a more compelling vibe to him than Callie did.
Deciding that it would be rude to just stay there when there was someone to greet, TJ got up to his feet and walked over to Callie and Missy, offering Missy a shy smile. ”It’s nice to meet you, I’m TJ, you know this makes a lot of sense because I was just over there, talking to Norman-“ he gestured over to the other detective in question, who gave a disinterested wave in response. ”And he didn’t care but I thought you were really cute, it was this whole thing and-“ TJ managed to stop himself before it got any worse.
Realizing that he had rambled out loud, his face went red and he stayed there for a moment in embarrassed silence before clearing his throat and stuttering. ”Anyways, I uh, I have...paperwork to do, so uh, I’m going back to my desk now...bye,” he said and quickly shuffled his feet back over to his desk and sat down, cringing slightly.
Why was he so bad at first impressions?
Once he was back at his desk, Norman looked up at him and sent him a smile and two thumbs up. ”You did great!” He exclaimed sarcastically and TJ felt himself die a little more inside.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 12, 2020 16:59:47 GMT -5
After returning to her desk Val had observed TJ and Norman talking amongst themselves for a few moments, and then TJ seemed to get up and approach the desk Callie and Tortie were currently occupying, giving a very shy greeting while he blushed.
“We’re identical...” Val had heard Callie point out when TJ has called Missy cute
But, Val found herself thinking, Missy wasn’t even that cute. She didn’t know what TJ could see in her. Why should Missy swan in here and get all this attention anyway? She shouldn’t even have really been there.
And when TJ blushed, Val felt a surge of something like anger. What was he blushing for, why was he so into this girl?
Still, the detective continued to work but noted a few moments after TJ had awkwardly returned to his desk, Missy moving. She approached Kaminski, hips swinging, and perched on the side of his desk.
“Hey, cutie,” Missy greeted “you ran away before I could say hi.”
She gave a wink then, before continuing to talk.
“Now I won’t lie, sugar, that introduction was weak. And I’m being polite when I say that. But you’re cute, and you must be smart or you wouldn’t be working here. So I thought I’d come over here and give you a chance to try that again. How does that sound?”
Val had to look away then, focus more on her work. The whole exchange was just getting under her skin somehow, it was bothering her so much to see TJ with this Missy girl, and she didn’t know what to do about it at all. It was kind of like an itch, getting worse and worse as she ignored the emotion building up.
But Missy held out her hand for TJ to shake, pretending to redo their whole introduction.
“Hi, I’m Missy, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 12, 2020 17:42:07 GMT -5
TJ let out a small groan of defeat and bowed his head, hitting his forehead lightly against the surface of his desk. ”I’m such a disaster...” he muttered under his breath, eyes closed as he put his hands over his head.
”Yeah that was terrible,” Norman agreed with ease and TJ lifted his head up just enough to glare over at Norman, who shrugged in response and sent him a look. ”You really gonna try to deny it now?” He asked and TJ glared at him for a moment longer before sighing and placing his head back down on the desk.
”No, it was really bad,” he agreed lightly. ”I just, I dunno, she was pretty and I tend to ramble and I’m never good with first impressions and-“ Just then, Norman gave him a sharp kick to the shin. ”Okay first of all, owe,” TJ started and looked back at him, hands tugging at his blonde hair. ”Second of all, what was that for? You literally just kicked a man when he was already down,” he exclaimed.
Now granted, the kick hadn’t actually hurt that bad, but still.
Norman didn’t verbally answer, and instead just sharply pointed his head to the side.
TJ squinted, confused. ”What?”
Norman have him a pointed look and gestured his head to the side again.
TJ sighed and turned around. ”I’m not sure what you’re getting at but-“
That’s when he saw it.
Missy was walking towards him.
Oh no.
He couldn’t deal with even more embarrassment today.
Looking back to Norman, TJ leaned forward on his desk. ”Quick, kick me again but harder, maybe it’ll be so bad I can use it as an excuse to-“ by then it was too late though and Missy had already made it to his desk.
Trying to act casual, TJ grabbed a bunch of files off his desk and tried to make himself look busy with them...it didn’t work and instead he just ended up making a mess on his desk.
Smiling awkwardly, TJ placed an elbow on the desk and rested his head against his fist. ”Missy! What uh, what are you doing here-“ he questioned and let out a nervous laugh, face going a bright red when she called him cute.
Stuttering, TJ was at a loss for a response and just sort of stood like like a deer caught in the headlights.
That’s when he felt another jab at his leg and paused, glancing over towards Norman who gestured to underneath the desks.
TJ looked back to Missy for a moment and smiled again. ”Excuse me, I uh...” unable to think of an excuse, he pushed a file onto the ground. ”I need to get that,” he explained and crouched down to pick up the file, looking underneath the desk to spot Norman offering him a paper.
Unsure what the paper had on it, TJ took of and hid it in between the folder; sitting back up straight as he opened the folder and glanced down at the paper.
”read the rest of this out loud.”
Aw, Norman’s handwriting was kind of adorable.
But that was not the point here.
Following the instructions, TJ glanced over the paper before looking back up at Missy, shaking her hand. ”Hi Missy, I’m TJ, sorry about my earlier introduction, I’m notoriously bad at first impressions,” he started, glanced back down at the paper and looked back up at Missy, smiling shyly again. ”Plus I get a little nervous around pretty people,” that wasn’t exactly what was on the paper, but it was close enough.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 12, 2020 23:50:02 GMT -5
For once it wasn’t Tortie that was stirring in the day’s weirdness. She still wasn’t exactly being “normal” considering she was at her desk eating a rather large bowl of cereal, but that was exceptionally tame for Tortie. She hadn’t had a single person come up to her and try to stop her from now since the time she had arrived, so she really was on her best behavior at the moment. Not even Roswell had left his desk to come over to her own to tell her to stop whatever she was doing.
Okay guys I’m sorry I can’t focus on replying but I need to get something up so tortie’s eating cereal like a heathen, Roswell is at his desk, and n is at his too. I’m a failure.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 14, 2020 20:37:44 GMT -5
It had been a long, long, long week for Norman.
His foot had gone from a little irritating but manageable to the biggest and most annoyed pain he had dealt with since that time he had gotten shot.
Okay that was a bit of an exaggeration.
Getting shot was way worse than this and he would never want to relive it.
...But the foot thing was pretty bad too.
However, despite the aching pain shooting down from his ankle and into his foot, Norman had still managed to make the most arrests that week. He had been serious about putting in his all recently, especially with how close everyone else was getting and that he was still...behind the leading two.
If he could keep this up though, and pull in even more arrests, there was a good chance that he would be able to catch up and then surpass Val and Jules.
There was a lot riding on his victory okay?
His pride, bragging rights, and his limited edition, 100 copies only pride and prejudice book, and sure he had the book in other copies, but this one was special, it was as close as Norman could get to an actual first edition copy of the book. He had found a copy like that online, however...needless to say, he did not have the kind of money to purchase such an old, rare, collectible, and utterly perfect book.
Even still, the limited edition that he did have was as close as he was going to get and he couldn’t just let it fall into the hands of people that weren’t going to appreciate it in the way it deserved.
Norman wouldn’t have even bet it if he wasn’t certain he was going to win.
Anyways.
Point being, Norman couldn’t afford to lose this competition, and that’s why despite his injured ankle, he hadn’t had any plans of stopping or even slowing down, not when they were getting so close.
However after his most recent arrest...
The perp had ran for it, like they did, and Norman wasn’t about to let him go.
So he did the only thing he could think of to give himself a bit of an edge here.
He took off his boot, chased after the perp without it, pushing through the pain, and then threw said boot at him to stop him.
Good news: it had worked.
Bad news: apparently you really weren’t supposed to take off the boot and then run on your injured foot.
Who knew, right?
Anyways, after that, Hazel had been furious at him for messing his foot up even more than it had been before.
Fun times.
So this week had been really long and now he had to endure watching TJ make an utter fool of himself in front of Callie’s twin.
Norman had been able to deal with it at first, he even took pity on the guy and helped him out.
But as the interaction dragged on, Norman really couldn’t force himself to stay there any longer.
So gathering up the last few files he had to do some work on, he started off towards somewhere else - anywhere else - to work on them.
That’s when he got caught.
”Norman Dashiell Walters, what are you doing here?”
Norman inwardly cringed at the voice of Hazel, turning to look at the captain as she stood in the doorway of her office, arms folded.
”I’m...working, which is more than I can say for everyone else here,” Norman said and gestured behind him to the other detectives. ”Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? You know...at work?” he asked in a deadpan voice, raising his brow as he looked over at her.
Hazel sent him a look. ”Yeah don’t even try that with me today, mister,” Hazel told him, clearly not about to put up with his antics today. ”I told you to go home and get some rest, you’re going to permanently damage your foot if you keep this up, so I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”
Norman said, shoulders drooping. ”Relax, I’m just getting some paperwork done before Ives comes to pick me up, we haven’t hung out in awhile and he’s in town today,” Norman explained and Hazel froze.
”...Did you say Ives?”
”Yeah, Ives, brown hair, blue eyes, kinda acts like a dog, preeetty sure you’ve met him before,” Norman replied sarcastically.
Hazel seemed to think about this for a moment or so and fell quiet, mumbling out a response. ”Ives, cool, cool, cool, cool,” she said and down for a moment before continuing. ”Right, get back to it then, but go put your foot up at least,” she told him and Norman rolled his eyes, but did what he was told and made his way to the break room to finish his paperwork on the couch.
Hazel waited until he was gone before going back to her office, grabbing a random piece of paper and crumbling it up into a ball, then she went back to the doorframe and threw the paper ball right at Tortie in a clear attempt to get her attention.
”Psst, Tortie, get in here!” Hazel ordered in a hushed out hiss, pausing for a second before she added: ”Try to act casual!”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2020 2:15:40 GMT -5
Typically when something big was happening at work then Tortie was on it quicker than a jackrabbit. Nothing got past her, and even if it seemed like she didn’t have a clue as to what was going on she actually knew everything. There wasn’t anything that went under her radar - drama was her middle name.
Okay, it actually wasn’t, her middle name was Alula which was still Alula speller backwards. Roswell had told her at some point that her middle name was something called a “pal in drum” which was stupid and made no sense because her middle name had nothing to do with any of her pals being in a drum. If they wanted to be in one then she wouldn’t stop them, but as far as she knew none of her friends had been inside a percussion instrument to date.
Middle name aside, it wasn’t like Tortie to be so absorbed in something else that she was missing out on drama, especially drama pertaining to her best friend and her best friend’s twin that nobody apparently knew about, but right now was one of those few moments where Tortie was so focused on one thing she couldn’t focus on anything else, and that one thing was food. Drama was a high priority for Tortie, but that came second to anything she could eat.
Right now she was so absorbed in her breakfast that she didn’t even notice the whole double Callie thing. There wasn’t much that actually would be able to get her attention away from her cereal, which wasn’t actually a cereal and was more of a gross conglomeration of all sorts of breakfast foods. It started normal with actual cereal, milk, and some fruit, but that’s where the normal stopped. She had wanted a balanced breakfast so she had added in some eggs and bacon, and of course she had to include a biscuit and a bit of gravy to go with it. Some oatmeal had found its way inside the bowl as well, and to add in a bit more crunch Tortie had thrown a syrup covered waffle into it all as well. It made for a rather disgusting looking meal, but for Tortie it was everything she could have ever asked for and more. This way she didn’t have to decide on just one breakfast food. It was a foolproof plan to get everything she wanted in there, and it worked for every meal as well. It was something she did frequently, and so far it had yet to disappoint her.
She could have very easily stayed zoned in on her meal until it was finished if not for something hitting her. Tortie looked up from her meal, Hazel’s voice drifting toward her. ”If you want some I will fight you over it,” she warned her captain, clearly talking about her bowl of food. Tortie would share a lot of things, but she wouldn’t share her food. If she truly and utterly loved somebody then she might share food, but that was a big maybe.
When it seemed like Hazel had something else in mind, Tortie lowered her defenses. She was still ready to fight over her meal, but she was less likely to break somebody’s arms over it.
Interested piqued, Tortie got up from her desk and started making her way to the captain’s office. Halfway there she paused, realizing she needed to act casual as per her boss’s request. So, to act casual, she called out, ”Captain Wynn peed her pants again! Nobody get near her, it’s really gross, but because I love her I’ll clean up the mess. Don’t fear, though, peeing pants is just a symptom of old age and it’ll happen to everybody eventually.” Confident she did her job there she made it to Hazel’s office, shooting her a proud and cocky look as she walked inside. ”What’s going on? And, just for the record, if you actually did pee your pants, I would help clean it up, but I will make you walk around pantless, so think about that before you let bladder incompetence get the best of you,” she warned right before getting a large spoonful of her breakfast and taking a bite of the terrible concoction she had made for herself.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 15, 2020 3:51:11 GMT -5
“That’s okay,” Missy said “I’m good enough at first impressions for the both of us,” before adding a wink for good measure
When TJ had called her pretty, there was a distant grumble from Callie about how she and Missy were still identical last time she checked,
Val tried to ignore their exchange and instead focus on the file. This one was a case that had gone cold a couple of years ago, and Val had been trying to solve it ever since. She hadn’t said anything to Hazel about the fact that she still looked over the case every now and then to see if she could solve it. Partly because it was, for all intents and purposes, cold and completely unsolvable and Hazel wouldn’t approve of Val wasting her time. But there were other reasons too. She raised a hand to a scar on her neck briefly as she read over the file.
“Well I don’t know how you look in the mirror every morning without having a panic attack,” Missy said with a smile “but maybe I’ll get to find out for myself one morning,”
It was at those words that Val finally knew she’d had enough. Listening to them talking like that was making her skin crawl for some reason she really couldn’t understand. Because she didn’t care if TJ flirted, right? He could flirt with whoever he wanted, of course he could. He didn’t even know Val liked him, so what did she expect?
But still, she felt a sudden surge of emotion and had to pick up her file and leave the room. It wouldn’t be too suspicious to the other detectives (apart from that she’d left unusually abruptly) that she’d gone for some alone time because Val was known to do that. She liked to go into one of the interview rooms if they weren’t being used because they were always quiet.
Which is exactly what she did. She sat down in one of the interview rooms, and tried to read over the file. But the feelings of anger and jealousy were so distracting, she must have read the same line about five times.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 16, 2020 1:10:54 GMT -5
Sitting here and enjoying a coffee as she watched the cluster-heck of chaos apparently going down was certainly interesting. What was going on was a bit difficult to pinpoint as it felt like a surge of energy just went through everyone in a really weird way. Well, Cat supposed it wasn't confusing, confusing. It was just... a couple of things that she was trying to wrap her head around.
Double Callie. TJ being a terrible flirt. What she thought was Norman actually helping him. And Tortie's little spiel about Hazel peeing her pants. Okay, scratch the last one, that one probably made the most sense on a normal, daily basis. Not- uh, not Hazel peeing her pants, but Tortie deciding to tell the entire precinct. The other stuff though, that was things Cat was fairly certain she didn't see all that often.
To get involved or to not get involved, that was the question. She was fairly certain she wanted to lean on the side of no because that was chaos she couldn't currently compute. Though, she would like to say she was doing better than some people.
Picking up a stack of papers, she moved towards her desk, stopping by Jules who currently had his head down on his keyboard. "You okay?"
"I've gone to seeing double, Cat, I'm not okay. I don't think I can ever be okay after that."
"Are you..." Cat said, stopping more solidly to stare at her friend with something of amusement and concern, "Are you talking about Callie and her identical twin? Did you- did you not hear the conversation that just happened?"
He didn't exactly pick his head up, but he did turn it sideways on the keyboard to look at her. "Cat, my friend. My sister from another mister. The second person I'd go to in the case I discovered I'd been framed, convincingly, for a murder I did not commit. It all starts with one person. One person has a surprise twin. Then we have two Vals- two N's- two Hazel's and Val's and Roswell's and Tortie's and TJ's and you's and me's- though I'm not against that one- and worst of all, *two Normans.* I can't live with the idea of that Cat. It takes one person for the rest of everyone's bizarre and wild secrets to be set to flood out. With a potential chance for doubles in each case and scenario."
"You're being overdramatic."
"Am not."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 3:04:28 GMT -5
Hazel should have known that Tortie would do something like this, after all she had told Tortie to act casual and for her lively assistant, there was nothing more casual than a display like this.
Any other assistant probably would’ve just walked in, since it wasn’t exactly uncommon for captains to request something from their assistants, however Tortie did things differently, she did things with flare.
After all, Tortie’s pizzaz was what made her...well: Tortie, Hazel shouldn’t have expected Tortie to do something different.
Besides, if this was how Tortie wanted to play things, then Hazel could act along, after all it seemed a little unnecessary to disclaim her rather loud declaration that Hazel had peed herself.
She hadn’t, of course, done anything of the sorts. She was only sixty and could hold her bladder in just fine, give her another thirty years and then we’ll talk.
Still going along with it though, Hazel let out an overdramatized screech.
”Hurry Tortie, oh it’s disgusting in here, oh woe is me, for I am old and require a bladder transplant from someone more youthful than I if I wish to keep going-“ Hazel kept the charade up until Tortie had entered her office, dropping it in an instance.
”Obviously Tortie, I did not urinate all over my pants,” Hazel told her dryly, moving over to the window as she closed the blinds slowly, squinting at all the detectives outside as she did so until the blinds were completely closed. ”I do need your help though, I have a sort of...secret mission for you,” she started and turned around to look over at Tortie, smirking slightly. ”If you’re willing, that is.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 3:26:29 GMT -5
Oh no.
Someone was actually flirting with him.
It wasn’t like people never flirted with TJ, he had participated in the flirting dance many times before, however usually there was a little bit of alcohol involved on his end, and he was usually somewhere the atmosphere allowed him to loosen up a little.
Work was different.
Work was work, and you just didn’t loosen up at work.
TJ didn’t answer right away, instead he glanced over towards Norman, silently begging him for more help on what to do.
However, by the time he had looked over to the other detective, Norman had already gathered his things and left.
The oh no intensified.
Without Norman there, without someone to use as a crutch, TJ wasn’t sure he’d be able to do this.
No, wait.
Calm down TJ, take a deep breath and simply breathe.
Missy was just a girl, like any other girl, just a really attractive and flirty normal girl.
You could do this.
Pretend you were talking to someone you weren’t as nervous around.
Like uh...like...
Val.
Yeah, he’d just pretend he was talking to Val, he wasn’t nervous around Val so chances are, he could do this.
Calming himself down, TJ looked back to Missy and smiled.
She looked nothing like Val, in fact she looked far more like Callie - though there was a difference between the two and TJ stood by that - however he just needed to stay calm.
Cool and calm.
Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.
”Heh, the mirror’s easy, I just don’t use one,” he joked lightly, resting his elbow against his desk.
Trying to continue this...flirting? Yeah that’s what this was.
Trying to keep it up, TJ shifted slightly in his chair. ”So heh, it’s a good thing you’re a lawyer, because as a cop, I’d have to arrest you for being too beautiful,” he blurted out, face going a little red.
He was pretty sure that wasn’t how that line went in the pickup lines book he had at home, and he wasn’t even sure if it made sense, but he had already said it so he was rolling with it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 3:29:04 GMT -5
This was just one of the many reasons as to why Tortie loved having Hazel as a captain. Not many people were so willing to go along with her antics, and even less people were willing to add their own dramatic flare to whatever Tortie had come up with. The captain was just amazing like that, and Tortie wouldn’t want to have any other boss but Captain Wynn.
”I’m coming to help you, have no fear! I’ll even donate my own bladder to save you, unless for some reason my bladder is rejected.” Tortie couldn’t think of a reason as to why that would happen, but it was a possibility. It could be like that one time she has gotten a really bad case of intestinal worms as a little kid because she kept eating dirt and she wasn’t allowed to go to school because she might somehow give the other kids worms too. That and a rejected bladder totally went hand in hand. Maybe it would be rejected because of worms. That made sense.
Worms aside, Tortie waited for what Hazel really needed her for. She took another bite of her awful breakfast combination, looking at her captain expectedly. A sigh escaped her when the captain mentioned having not actually peed on herself. ”I was kinda hoping you had so I could make you go pantless for the rest of the day. Was kinda also hoping to give you my bladder, unless you just really didn’t want worms. In the case I’d refer you to some people I know. They can get you a bladder no problem.” There was no in depth explanation on that for as soon as Hazel mentioned a secret mission Tortie was all in.
Not wanting to spill her meal she held it closer to her body. She leaned in closer to Hazel, practically jittering with excitement at the prospect of doing something secret. ”Does it involve getting you old people diapers? Even if not I’m in, give me the details,” she demanded, already 100% committed to this secret plan Hazel had in mind for her to do.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 3:43:33 GMT -5
Hazel raised her brow at Tortie once she mentioned being able to get a bladder for Hazel, should she need one. “...Tortie....Tortie are you somehow involved with the black market, specifically in the organs and body parts department?” Hazel asked slowly, squinting carefully at Tortie as if she looked close enough, she might find some sort of evidence supporting this theory of hers that Tortie was involved in some sort of organ based black market and could probably get you a bladder for real cheap.
However, thoughts on bladder transplants were soon vanquished from her mind as she remembered the actual reason she had called Tortie in here. ”Ah doesn’t matter, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” she decided with a dismissal wave of her hands, making her way to her desk and sitting down.
”Your actual secret mission though, involves this man-“ Hazel paused for a moment to type something up on her computer, turning it around to show Tortie.
On the screen was a Facebook account that belonged to a man of the name “Ives Bordé”, a scrappy looking man with naturally tanned skin, messy brown hair, a scar across his nose, and bright, sky blue eyes.
In the picture Hazel had chosen, he was grinning up at the camera, holding a Spanish guitar in his hands, surrounded by a couple other people that were probably either friends or family.
One person in particular was a familiar curly haired, ginger detective.
”This is Ives-“ Hazel paused for a moment as something occurred to her. ”Before you ask, I don’t need you to take him out or something like that,” she stated and sent Tortie a look, as if to even further prove her point that she didn’t want Tortie assuming Hazel was asking her to assassinate, date, or assassindate the man in the picture.
”What I want though, is for you to tag along with Norman and Ives when he comes to pick Norman up, I’ve met Ives before and...needless to say, he isn’t going to help Norman rest, so I need you to make sure that they don’t do anything too crazy that’ll end up with Norman’s foot even worse off than it already is,” she explained and leaned back in her chair. ”I don’t need one of my detectives to be down a foot because they were stupid.”
Hazel waited a moment to make sure Tortie understood what she was saying before leaning forward, resting her elbows on her desk. ”Think you’re up for the job?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 4:08:15 GMT -5
At Hazel's question the assistant merely gave her a nonchalant, almost lazy, look. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's called Craigslist, but there could be some dabbling in other things. I wouldn't call it black, though, it's not that dark. It's bright enough to tell the difference from a bladder and a liver." It was probably a bit scary just how at ease Tortie was with such a conversation going on, but hey, this was Tortie. There really wasn't anything surprising to come from here considering anything and everything could come out of her mouth at any given time.
That nonchalance soon left Tortie the moment Hazel showed her a picture of a very attractive man that couldn't be that much younger than she was - which meant there was a chance at something there. She barely heard what all Hazel had just said, distracted by the handsome man that was apparently named Ives. "Oh, I can totally take him out," Tortie breathed, all the more interested in this secret mission now that it involved a good looking man. "I mean, I have a husband already, you know." She was clearly referring to her whole thing with TJ on his first day, how she had designated him as her spouse and father to her rabbit son. "But who says I can't have two? The more the merrier, right? Besides, it'll take more than one man to keep me satisfied, I've got a lot of love and affection to give." The statement was accompanied by a wink toward the captain that was then followed by a look of realization.
Norman. Right.
Remembering he was part of this, Tortie waved it off like taking care of Norman was easy. "You can totally trust me with this. Norman will keep his foot unless somebody gets hungry later and there's nothing else to eat, but I've only been in one situation like that before and the odds of that happening again are pretty low, so." That probably wasn't very reassuring, but Tortie knew she had this in the bag. With her around there was no way Norman would end up without a foot.
Maybe.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 16, 2020 4:12:25 GMT -5
Missy was so far having a pretty great day at the 99. Even though that dark-haired detective - Val - had caught her. She wasn’t a huge fan of Detective Ruiz, she had to say. Not only had she caught Missy and spoiled the fun, the Texan woman was detecting maybe a little animosity there and she wasn’t sure why. She didn’t hate Val, didn’t even really dislike her much. It was just some people didn’t click that was, she supposed. Val didn’t seem to like her. Oh well, Missy wasn’t about to lose sleep over it.
But she had met TJ, and they’d soon started flirting. That was when she felt most animosity from Val, who had gotten up and left. Maybe she was a little jealous? Missy wasn’t sure, it wasn’t her place to say. But if this did upset Val because she was interested in TJ, at least Missy would only be around for a couple of days. She wouldn’t be stepping on any toes here
“Oh, you’d arrest me, huh?” Missy asked with a smile “That’s okay, I’d get off on diminished responsibility because you’re so hot it’s distracting.”
But she’s gotten distracted by the sound of the elevator opening, and two figures entering the precinct. A guy of maybe late 20s, early thirties, with reddish hair and blue eyes. And a girl in her early twenties with slightly darker auburn hair and brown eyes.
Missy turned back to TJ
“I gotta go say hi to my siblings, but Calliope has my number if you want it. Later, sweetie.”
She blew him a kiss and quickly rushed over to see her brother and sister, Callie not far behind. The siblings were hugging and laughing and giving excited shrieks. It had been a while since the siblings had all been together after they all moved to different cities. Only Missy and Jason had stayed in Texas, and even then they’d moved to different cities. Lola lived in San Francisco, where there were a lot of video game studios. Jason had stayed back to meet her at the airport.
The Dawsons were finally all together. Which inevitably meant chaos.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 16, 2020 4:57:24 GMT -5
At this pint, Val was just far too distracted. She was barely even reading the file, even though it was a really interesting case and she had a lot of reasons to want to get this thing solved. As much as she hated the idea, because eww opening up to your colleagues, she knew she’d have to talk to someone about it. She couldn’t talk to Callie or Tortie, because they’d just tell everyone in the precinct. She couldn’t tell Hazel, because Hazel would get really excited if she found out Val liked TJ and honestly she didn’t want this to become a big thing. Norman... well he just wasn’t the person you went to about this kind of thing, generally. Cat was Callie’s partner, which inevitably meant Callie would end up finding out and the entire precinct would know. Jules was close with Cat so if she told him, he’d end up telling Cat, who would tell Callie. It was a kind of all-roads-lead-to-Callie type of situation. N was a good bet, but he could tell Hazel, plus she wasn’t sure if he’d be concerned by the idea of two of the detectives involved in a workplace relationship.
Which left Roswell.
He was easily the best option; approachable, supportive, kind. And the only person he’d be likely to tell (hopefully) was Norman, and Norman wouldn’t tell anyone because he didn’t care at all about office gossip. Roswell it was.
So Val headed back into the bullpen while all the Dawsons were still greeting one another. Putting the file on her desk as she walked past, she grabbed an unsuspecting Roswell by the wrist and pulled him out of the bullpen and into the copy room down the corridor, pushing the door shut behind them before she released Roswell.
“Cuni,” she began “I need your help.”
She didn’t often admit needing help, but she felt like this was a perfectly reasonable situation in which for her to admit she needed help. This wasn’t about weakness or anything else, after all. Her needing help on this wouldn’t make her look bad or weak.
“At the party I saw TJ and it all felt weird. And now watching him flirting with Missy is making me so angry, I can’t even stay in the same room. I don’t know why this is happening and I need you to help me make it stop.”
Well, she kind of knew what was happening, really. She liked TJ, she was jealous. But she didn’t know if she wanted to admit that and, more importantly, she knew it wasn’t a good idea to like TJ, dating at work very rarely worked out. She didn’t know why her body was being so irrational, why she felt so much like she wasn’t in control of herself. She hated it so much.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 11:46:49 GMT -5
Hazel had no idea what Craigslist was and she didn’t have the time right now to find out, however she would have to check up on that later, just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of weird black market situation.
Which she still thought it was because it didn’t seem right to be able to just buy a bladder online without it being involved in the black market.
Like she mentioned before, she didn’t have time to deal with all of this this right now, she had other things on her mind, like Ives and Norman and what kind of chaos the two of them could get into without any actual adult supervision.
Sure they were both adults.
But they weren’t actually adults, they were just kids that were pretending to be adults because that’s what their birthdays say.
Now, maybe if she wanted someone responsible to watch them, she shouldn’t have given this job to Tortie.
She probably should have tried to drag N into it all.
However, everyone else had actual detective work to do, and Hazel couldn’t pull them away from that for something like this.
Tortie though, she could give Tortie this job, and so for this, she would just have to trust her.
“No Tortie, I said don’t take him out, okay?” Hazel questioned, giving Tortie a pointed look.
She really didn’t need to deal with that right now.
Once Tortie said she could do it, Hazel nodded and got up from her desk. ”Alright good, I’m not sure when he’s coming or how you plan on getting involved, but I’m pretty sure if anyone can force themselves into a group without being invited, it’s you,” she said and moved towards the door to her office, opening it and gesturing for Tortie to head out.
There really was no time to waste here.
That’s when she took a look around the bullpen.
Val had just dragged Roswell off somewhere, Callie was talking to her siblings, TJ was wistfully watching Missy from his desk, Cat and Jules were talking near Jules’ desk and Norman had come out from the break room to sneak back to his desk, working on something.
Hazel blinked.
The people that were supposed to be working weren’t and the one person that shouldn’t be working was.
The entire floor was a disaster.
”I see you’re all hard at work,” Hazel spoke up loudly from her office, voice carrying throughout the bullpen.
She didn’t say anything else, however she sent everyone in the bullpen a look, hoping they got the idea that they probably should get to work.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 11:59:26 GMT -5
TJ hadn’t been able to think of a response, face glowing a faint red in color when Missy called himself hot. However luckily for him, he didn’t need to figure out something to say since that’s when the elevator opened and even more of Callie’s siblings entered the bullpen.
The other two weren’t as attractive as Missy, but they were okay.
TJ sputtered out a goodbye, probably the only reason he hadn’t turned into an utter failure again was because there hadnt been enough time to do that from Missy’s comment to her leaving.
He watched the Dawson siblings for a minute or so until...
“I see you’re all hard at work.”
TJ jumped in his seat, startled by the sudden voice of Hazel drifting through the bullpen.
With eyes wide, he looked over towards Hazel, smiling sheepishly at the look she gave him.
Right, work, he should probably do that.
Getting up from his desk, TJ shot one last glance back towards the Dawsons before he hurried over to Jules’ desk, dragging a chair over from a nearby desk and sitting down on it, smiling over at his partner. ”Hey, we should probably get to work,” he suggested casually and glanced over at Cat, offering her a smile in greeting as well. ”Hi Cat, how’re you?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 19:00:44 GMT -5
Roswell wasn’t exactly sure what all was going on at the moment. First there was Callie, then Callie turned out to be some identical twin, then came the real Callie, then there was even more Callies, but like, not identical, it was just more of her family. Point being there were like five hundred Dawsons running around, hugging and making a scene. Then, on top of all that, Tortie was going on about Hazel peeing her pants or something of the sorts. It was...a lot to take in for the morning, but this was honestly a pretty normal start to a precinct 99 day. Still didn’t make it any less confusing on trying to figure out what all was going on, though.
Then came one more event that had Roswell pausing to take a moment to register what was going on.
Before he even had time to so much as say a word, Val had grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him off to the copy room. The first, and most logical, thought that came to mind first was that maybe Val had been assigned a case and he was designated to go along with her. Even though Norman had showed up to work today despite his foot, Roswell doubted the captain would assign Norman an actual case; he also doubted that Norman would just sit around and do nothing. The image of Norman sitting and filling out paperwork all day was unrealistic, but it was somewhat amusing.
Anyway. That left Roswell without his partner, so he was open to go with anybody else on a case, but why would Val want to take him along on anything? Val was too good of a detective to want to drag somebody like him along with her. She wasn’t in Norman’s shoes where they were partners and he had to drag Roswell along. It was odd, to say the least, but maybe he had jumped to conclusions. If this was a case then why was she dragging him off to the copy room? And surely she would have mentioned something about a case at this point.
It wasn’t too much longer that he got an answer, but it certainly wasn’t an answer he had expected.
Roswell was sure he stared at Val with wide eyes reminiscent to the gaze of a dead fish for a solid minute. ”M-my help?” He stuttered out. When did Val Ruiz go to Roswell Cuni for help? Actually, when did Val ever go to anybody for help, let alone Roswell? He wondered if this was some sort of weird dream and everything that had happened before this was just part of that dream, but he knew everything else was way too realistic for this to be some kind of weird dream he was experiencing. Whatever was happening was reality.
It didn’t take long for Val to explain what her problem was, and instantly Roswell had a better idea as to why she had come to him of all people. This wasn’t a work related problem - or, well, it kind of was, but not in the usual way - but a problem of the heart and emotions. If an outsider looked into the 99, they more than likely wouldn’t think of Roswell as the only detective there to have a long standing relationship. He was actually somewhat decent at advice when it came to relationships and personal problems despite himself being somewhat awkward and incompetent when it came to social aspects, but he had made a lot of progress, especially since he had been able to start going to counseling. It had been more for his overall anxiety and whatnot, but he had been able to work through a lot of his social awkwardness as well. It was really paying off for him, and he honestly enjoyed being able to share any advice and techniques that worked for him in hopes that maybe something could help his coworkers with any problems they might have.
Even with that it was odd that Val of all people was admitting to needing help, but if she needed help on this and she trusted Roswell enough with helping her, then he was going to give it his all. ”So you like TJ, huh?” He asked in a way that wasn’t rude or teasing. He was merely asking the question to clarify what Val was feeling. It was also neutral enough that if Val didn’t realize what exactly her feelings were just yet, the question wouldn’t be too much for her to take in hopefully. From what else she was saying it seemed pretty obvious that she was jealous of Missy, Callie’s twin, and that TJ was giving her attention and even going so far as to flirt with her as well. ”Seeing him with Missy makes you feel angry,” he echoed her words to assure Val he had been listening and also to make sure he had heard her correctly. If there was one thing he had learned from his therapist it was that making sure to let somebody know you heard them correctly was incredibly important. What his therapist did for him was echo his statements and then he’d continue on as the one responsible for carrying on the conversation. That was actually how therapy was supposed to work - the therapist wasn’t supposed to take the conversation over, it was the client, but here Roswell felt things might have to be a bit different. At least at the start he might have to be the one to get Val to talk and open up so perhaps he needed to push her a bit more than what was normal in a typical therapy session. ”Is there anything else you feel, or anything else you even want to bring up?” He asked. Roswell was genuinely determined to help Val in any way he could, but he also knew he could only do so much. If this went beyond what basic knowledge he had, he wouldn’t be able to help, but he could at least get Val started on the right track to feeling better.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 19:01:23 GMT -5
Tortie shot Hazel a quick “really” look, eyes squinted at the captain in disbelief. ”I’m inclined to not take that order. Well, if you mean not to take him out as in take him out and kill him, I won’t do that. But anything else and I miiiight have to go against orders.” Listen, Hazel ought to know Tortie well enough by now to realize that if she was presented with an incredibly attractive man, or woman for that matter, or any person really, that she was going to go straight in for the kill. Not literally, she wasn’t going to murder an attractive person. Why did dating and murder have so many phrases in common? Take out, straight in for the kill, probably a ton more. Tortie didn’t think dating was like murder, but maybe it was. She had gone on plenty of dates, so really it was just the murder she was missing. Perhaps she could do that at some point, see if she got the same rush while murdering somebody that she did while on a date.
Being told that she could invite herself to something that she wasn’t actually invited to could have easily been something of a passive aggressive insult, but to Tortie that was a compliment. Hazel believed in Tortie’s abilities to do this mission and she wasn’t going to fail Hazel. She’d decide which orders to actively follow through with and whatnot, but she was going to at least get to the end result her boss wanted to see and that was Norman still having both of his feet by the end of the day.
With her mission given to her and Hazel going off to check what everybody else was doing, Tortie went straight to Norman’s desk, cereal still in hand. Unceremoniously she sat the bowl down on his desk and looked down at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes that only meant danger was to come. ”Detective Cuni part two on the job, I’m with you today like a leech stuck on a body, but less gross. I’m an attractive leech that you wanna keep around.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 19:27:32 GMT -5
When Tortie came up to his desk, Norman knew he was in some sort of trouble.
He had seen her exit Hazel’s office, which meant only one thing: the two had been conspiring against him and there would be no escape.
He glanced over at the bowl of hodgepodge cereal, brow raised. Now, Norman wasn’t against weird food combinations, he had tried a couple really weird ones throughout his life, but combining almost every breakfast option into one was a crime against breakfast. ”First of all, I’m pretty sure I’m legally obligated to arrest you for this-“ Norman started, pointing down at Tortie’s bowl of hell’s breakfast.
”Second, please never compare yourself to an attractive leech again, it’s disgusting,” Norman continued, sending Tortie a look. ”Like...really disgusting, don’t do it again.” Norman could not stress just how disgusting leeches were and that there would never be an attractive one, and if for some weird reason there was, Tortie would not be it.
”Third, I don’t know what you and Hazel planned back there, but I’m taking a day off, remember? So how about you stay here, at work, like you’re supposed to, and we’ll pretend this interaction never happened,” he suggested, looking up at Tortie with a sarcastic smile. ”Sound good?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 21:40:43 GMT -5
It was one thing when somebody insulted her as a person, but it was a totally different thing when somebody insulted her food.
What should have been a non-threatening smile came across Tortie’s face as she placed her hands on Norman’s desk to lean in closer to the detective. ”I know you have a hard time listening to others, but if there’s one thing you ever listen to it better be this. If you ever insult my food again I will tear off your arm, shove it down your throat, and use your own hand to fish out everything inside your stomach and then make you eat it again. If that isn’t enough I’ll then slit your throat, tear out your tongue, and use your own tongue to lick every inch of your pathetic little body until you die covered in your own spit, you understand?” She smiled at him a moment longer before taking her hands off his desk and stepping back, nodding as if nothing had happened.
Back to her typical non-threatening self, Tortie let out an exasperated sigh at Norman’s leech comment. ”Well leeches probably think you’re disgusting, but unlike you they could suck you dry, so think twice before insulting them.” Truth be told Tortie wasn’t the biggest fan of leeches. They were weird and kinda disgusting, but listen, they were just doing what they were meant to do, nobody could fault them there. It was a bit rude to make fun of them for something they were meant to be doing.
”Listen, Norman,” Tortie started, giving him a look that told there was no sense in arguing with her, ”we both know I don’t really do work here anyway, and I don’t plan on forgetting this happened. You’re stuck with me no matter what.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 22:18:48 GMT -5
See.
This was one of those scenarios where Norman was faced with two options.
One: either apologize for indulging Tortie’s food, or do something else to keep the peace.
Or two: make it worse.
Now, Norman’s button for the first option had stopped working decades ago, which meant that there was actually only one option to begin with.
As Tortie leaned across his desk, Norman leaned forward as well, maintaining eye contact with her as she threatened him over her food. ”Do it, I dare you, we both know you don’t have the nerve for it, and even if you did, I’d come back as a ghost and possess your food, you would end up living a nightmare where your food ate you instead,” He told her in a hushed whisper.
Honesty, this scene probably looked a little weird from the outsiders point of view.
These two, in some sort of stare off, whispering threats neither of them would actually be able to do unless they wanted to serve time in jail.
Either way though, Norman hadn’t ever backed down from a confrontation before and he had no plans of starting to do that now.
This was probably why he got punched as often as he did.
He didn’t know how to pick and choose his battles, instead he just chose all of them and paid the price for it later.
Leaning back once the confrontation was over, Norman was going to respond to everything else she said when suddenly, the elevator opened again and a very loud, energetic, almost bark light scream entered the bullpen.
”Noriiiiiiiii!”
Norman’s head instantly whipped to the elevator as he watched Ives enter the bullpen.
He had obviously been caught by surprise by all the other people gathered around there and quickly started moving around them. ”Oops sorry, I didn’t realize there’d be a crowd here,” he apologized, stepping passed them.
Once he had made it beyond the Dawson blockage, Ives looked around the bullpen until his eyes landed on Norman, and with a grin, he instantly made his way over and hugged him, resting his chin on the top of Norman’s head. ”Hi,” he greeted with a smile, his energetic and bubbly aura cutting through the previously tense atmosphere like a knife.
Norman couldn’t help but smile slightly in return. ”Hey Ives, took you long enough to get here, what happened?”
Ives shrugged, making no move to get off of Norman. ”Traffic buddy, traffic is terrible in New York,” he explained simply.
It was then that Ives seemed to notice someone else was there and turned his sky blue eyes towards Tortie, smiling over at her as extended a hand out, still not moving from his spot. ”Well hi there, I’m Ives,” he greeted happily.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 16, 2020 22:48:52 GMT -5
Oh, so he wanted to go there. Well, Tortie could play that game just as easily as Norman could. She wasn’t about to let the detective get away with insulting her food. She had to give him points for insulting it to her face, but beyond that it was war.
”Trust me, I would do that in a heartbeat. You’d be an utter fool to try your luck there.” When it came down to it Tortie wasn’t that aggressive of a person. She didn’t get in as many scraps as she might lead people to believe, but when it had anything to do with her food she would fight. There had been more than enough instances where Tortie had actually fought somebody over food. There had even been that one time at a McDonald’s at about one in the morning. It had been back during the time she had lived with Roswell for a while and she had dragged him off with her for an after midnight snack. It had been her and some guy she was sure had been high ordering at around the same time, and it had all been fine and peaceful until the guy took Tortie’s tray of food and insisted that it was his own when she knew for a fact it was what she had ordered.
Long story short, the guy had been taken to the hospital for multiple injuries and a broken leg, Tortie had been banned from that McDonald’s for the rest of her life, and if not for Roswell being all smooth with law jargon and procedures Tortie would 100% be stuck behind bars right now.
Point being, nobody was allowed to mess with or insult her food.
Tortie could have very easily kept going with the threats and insults, but her attention was soon drawn to the new voice entering the air. She looked up, greeted by the sight of the incredibly handsome man that she had seen in the picture Hazel had shown her.
Without missing a beat she took the man’s hand and used the grip to pull herself closer and embrace Ives in a hug of her own. ”You can’t just leave me out of this hug, you beautiful man. I’m Tortie, also known as the best thing to ever happen to you,” she mused dreamily as she snuggled deeper into the hug.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 16, 2020 23:10:28 GMT -5
"Are you TJ number one or number two?" Jules grumbled over the keyboard. "Or do you have a unshared secret to inform us all about?" Sure, there was probably a lot they didn't know about TJ yet, but Jules meant something deep and startling. Like having a twin and other siblings for example. Who didn't mention those? Very genuinely, how did one go about their lives here without bragging about their siblings?
Jules was guilty of doing so. Because his siblings were amazing. He was so proud of them, of course he'd share with everyone their accomplishments and talk about them. How could Callie have never talked about her siblings and still have them come here? How did that work? Because it shouldn't work like that. At very least, he could understand not talking about siblings if they were awful, but awful siblings did not visit your workplace so casually. He couldn't fathom this. It was a betrayal, a hurt, the ultimate sadness. If anyone else had nice siblings they weren't telling him about, Jules would fight.
And yet, Cat had the gall to betray him, "I think Callie's twin broke him," she offered in response, a smile on her face and a little thumbs up to answer his question though without really talking. Of course she would.
"TJ. Do you have any hidden siblings you aren't telling us about?" Of course, sure, it was more acceptable for the now if TJ hadn't talked about them. He hadn't been here long yet and thus the time to talk about siblings was decreased, but still. But still. "If you say no and I discover otherwise, I will disown you as a partner, because I cannot permit you not telling me about potential siblings you may or may not have."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2020 23:45:32 GMT -5
There weren’t that many people that could hug Norman and get away with it.
His brothers? Sure.
His mother? Most of the time.
His nieces and nephew? He’d allow it.
Friends? Only his best friends, people like Ives, Beau, Shiva, and Thaddeus...not that Thaddeus was big on hugs to begin with.
However beyond that, hugging Norman wasn’t something people did.
Yet here he was, squashed between Ives and Tortie, all because Tortie had decided to pull herself into a hug she had not been invited to join.
Grumbling, Norman tried to wiggle his way free, which was a little hard to do considering the two bodies he was squished between.
Ge’ff! He grumbled, voice muffled.
Ives seemed to get what he was saying though and pulled away, allowing Norman to stumble backwards and take a breath, dramatically plopping down in his chair.
He let out a few over dramatic gasps as if to emphasize just how suffocating that had been.
Finally, he stopped and glared at them. ”Never do that again,” he ordered, hoping his scowl was enough to ward them off from any other double hugs.
Ives didn’t seem effected by Norman’s glare and simply leaned back, using his head as an armrest.
He looked over at Tortie and smiled. ”Well you’re right about one thing, I am beautiful,” he agreed, somehow managing to come across as if he was simply agreeing with a comment and not boasting about his appearance, it was something Norman still wasn’t sure how he accomplished it with such ease. ”However, I’ve already met the best thing to ever happen to me,” he added and let out a dreamy sigh.
Norman rolled his eyes, grabbing Ives’ arm and lifting it off his head. ”Here we go,” he muttered under his breath, but Ives didn’t seem to notice.
”Her name is Nadia,” he continued. ”You two should meet sometime, you’d like her,” he added with a grin.
Now, knowing Ives, Norman knew that if given the chance, Ives could talk about Nadia for a long time, so he decided to interfere. ”Yeah, I’m sure they’d be best buds, but anyways, we should probably get going...” he said, trailing off and gesturing vaguely towards the elevator.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 17, 2020 0:01:03 GMT -5
TJ paused, glancing down at himself for a minute, patting his shirt down. ”Uh, TJ number one, last I checked,” he stated, nodding on confirmation.
Unless he had been replaced by a clone in his sleep, he was still the one and only, authentic Timothy James Kaminski.
Though he wasn’t going to throw that clone throw out the window just yet since having a clone would be really cool, he could fool people into thinking he was at two places at once and could make the clown wait in line at all the places he needed to go - like the bank - but really didn’t want to have to wait in line for.
Though...if his clone ever went evil, maybe it would be best not to send CJ - short for clone TJ - to the bank. That could end badly for him.
Glancing towards Cat, TJ nodded in understanding.
Chances were, if he had been here longer and hadn’t found out about the twin situation - the twinuation, if you will - until just now, it probably would’ve broke him too.
Looking back over at Jules as he spoke, TJ shook his head. “Ah don’t worry, I don’t have any surprise siblings...I don’t have any siblings at all,” TJ admitted, pausing for a moment as his shoulders sunk, a sort of emptiness coating his eyes. ”Or parents for that matter, they died when I was young, my grandparents raised me,” he explained, falling quiet for awhile.
That was probably over sharing, TJ had been known to do that in his old precincts, it’s part of what made the interactions so awkward at times.
He stayed quiet for a moment longer, then, as if realizing this was becoming awkward as well, he took a deep breath, placed his hands on his lap and smiled as if nothing had happened. ”Anyways...do we have any cases to work on?”
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 17, 2020 0:34:05 GMT -5
"Oh tha-" well, the thanks that TJ was merely the original and sibling-less (well, actually, that was kinda sad and Jules figured someone needed to adopt TJ as a sibling now and Jules was actually very willing to because siblings were amazing) was stopped given the new little revelation. Jules immediately bit his tongue to retract from saying that Jules wished his parents had died when he was younger, not like there was much difference to life he lived. That wasn't appropriate though because some people did have good parents and Jules could acknowledge that. And it would be extremely rude to just sweep that under the rug with a different comment because it would have sucked to not know your parents at that age.
He was extremely grateful that Cat had far better experience with that and went to touch TJ's shoulder in comfort. "Sorry for bringing up bad memories. If you ever need to talk about that though, I'm open and understanding about the loss of loved ones. But for now, I'm gonna head off and let you two talk cases then." She waved her hand and started off to find some different thing to focus on in the precinct.
Jules offered an awkward little smile. "She's serious about that too," he said, "But yeah, cases. We do indeed have a case to work on. From what we know, illegal street racing and some gambling on the side. How does that sound?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 17, 2020 1:07:22 GMT -5
TJ looked away from the two of them, looking down at his shoes. It wasn’t like he shied away from talking about his emotions, or his past for that matter. He just knew that he said things at the wrong times, and he didn’t want to weird either of them out when he had just been here a week, he was still trying to recover from his horrible first couple impressions, he didn’t need to make it even worse.
“That’s good to know, but honestly? I’m okay, my grandparents are great, and...yeah,” TJ said, vaguely gesturing around as he spun in the chair.
Moving on, TJ watched as Cat left and then turned his attention back to Jules, listening as he described their recent case.
”Street racing and gambling, now we’re getting somewhere!” He said with a grin, sitting upright in his chair, hands gripping the armrests. ”I hope you’ve watched all the Fast and Furious movies, Jules, because we’re about to go full out Vin Diesel and Paul Walker,” he said, the grin still plastered on his face.
Naturally though, he’d be Brian O’Conner, the character Paul Walker played.
They were both blond, new to the main group, and ready to learn.
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