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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 1, 2019 19:12:58 GMT -5
It took everything in her to not argue with Hazel about how paying attention only made the training even more boring, but she held her tongue. The idea of taking yet another training session completely made her want to get back into the floor and squirm around like a very sad worm, but she had to focus on what was more important here. Welcoming TJ into the crew and making this his new home.
As she awaited Hazel's answer to her suggestions Tortie stood there, moving up and down on her feet in one place, jittering ever so slightly in anticipation. Her jittering only grew when she got a positive response from her captain and that grin on her face only grew wider at the approval she was given. It wasn't every day she was given some sort of approval with her ideas, so on the rare occasions she did she tended to soak it all in and bask in it.
That excitement died down just a bit when Hazel picked out who her partner in all of this was going to be. The grin slipped away and was replaced with something of a grimace. "N? But he's just as boring as training," Tortie grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest. She didn't have anything truly against the guy, but he wasn't exactly the definition of fun, and Tortie was all about having fun. "Why not let me and Callie handle this? We can totally get a party going." Tortie knew that paired with Callie they could make an amazing welcoming party, one that nobody would ever forget.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps walk over, and soon enough N stepped inside the office. Tortie noticed him take one glance toward her before casting a look to Hazel that said it all silently before he said it out loud. "Please tell me I'm not on babysitting duty today."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 21:20:07 GMT -5
Hazel bit her tongue when Tortie suggested Callie rather than N.
Callie was a good detective, however when combined with Tortie, the two of them were the kind of trouble causing, chaotic duo you did not want to mix.
Now granted, Hazel did have to admit that N was kind of boring. He did his job and he was good at it, however Hazel didn’t see him relax and have fun all that often and part of her did have to wonder if he could at all, maybe he was just some sort of android sent by the government to slowly replace real detectives one by one until every detective - every officer in general - was a government programmed android, allowing the government to do whatever they wanted in the police force.
Which was a really good idea for a dystopian novel now that she thought about it.
Time to make a mental note about that for later.
Anyways.
Rolling her eyes at Tortie, Hazel stepped back to wait for N to enter. ”Look, I know he isn’t the most interesting guy, but I think it would be a good contradiction for your...” Hazel paused for a moment, looking Tortie over with a side glance before continuing. ”Pizazz.” That seemed like a polite enough word to describe...all of that, Hazel was sticking to it. ”Besides, so long as N is there to supervise, I would not be against you getting Callie in on this too,” she continued with a casual shrug.
She had to compromise somewhere, plus with the combined abilities of Tortie, Callie, and N the party was sure to be fun yet work appropriate.
Turning her attention to N, Hazel nodded to him in greeting. ”Thanks for joining us,” she told him as she leaned against her desk, glancing from N to Tortie. ”Now, don’t think of this as babysitting, just think of it as....party planning,” Hazel continued, gesturing around with her arms as she looked between the two. ”I want to throw a welcome party for Kaminski and I thought you two would be a good mix for it, and maybe Callie too if she wants to get involved, so what do you say N?” Hazel looked to the older detective, offering him a crooked smile. ”You in the mood to plan a party?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 1, 2019 21:54:04 GMT -5
N wasn’t a bad guy, Tortie could admit to that. He did his job well and offered some sort of solid ground to the team, but he was boring and didn’t have cool puns like Hazel and he wasn’t sexy enough to be sugar daddy material. At best he was as boring as chewing on cardboard and at worst like staring at paint as it dried on an old, crusty wall, but Tortie could see why he was kept around. Still didn’t mean she had to like the idea of collabing with him.
The young woman had no qualms in continuing arguing over this, but after hearing Hazel continue she held back from saying anything more negative. ”Fine, but only because you said pizazz and that’s a good word.” Plus agreeing to do this now might give her the chance to drag Callie into this later and having Callie there would for sure add to the entertainment.
There were a lot of things running through N’s mind. He looked from Hazel to Tortie, praying that he wouldn’t have to watch over the dramatic girl for the rest of the day. He had nothing against her, she was just...a lot to handle and N didn’t have the time or the energy to keep the girl on a metaphorical leash. Even still if that’s what Hazel needed him to do then he would, but he would rather not.
The moment the captain mentioned this not being babysitting he relaxed, yet hearing her go on and say this was party planning made him stiffen back up. He looked at Hazel for a good moment. Was she really trusting him to help plan a party, even if it was just an office party? The last time he had tried planning a party had ended up with him all by himself and his cat choking to death on a rock hard piece of cake that he had baked himself. ...He would rather not talk about that if he could help it.
Shaking free from those thoughts N eventually have a slow sigh, glanced up at the ceiling as if some sort of miracle would come down from the heavens and tell him he didn’t need to do this, and when said miracle never came look back to Hazel. ”I’ll see what I can do. I haven’t planned a lot of parties, but I’m willing to try. Kaminski seems like a good kid, he deserves a warm welcome to the family.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2019 0:01:05 GMT -5
Pizzaz was a good word which only further went to prove that she: Hazel Wynn was hip and cool and knew all the cool words that everyone else knew, which was was going to tell Tortie if it hadn’t been for N coming in, which meant that Hazel would have to find time for everyone to appreciate what a hip captain they had later, it was party time now.
Pushing herself off her desk, Hazel walked over to Tortie and N. ”He is a good kid, nervous and jumpy, but good-“ Hazel agreed, pausing for a moment as she thought of something. Smiling to herself, Hazel tapped N on the chest, clasping her fingers together. ”We gotta give him a warm welcome into the family,” she started, doing her best “Godfather” impression. ”And remember...” She looked from N to Tortie, gesturing to them both as if for them to lean in closer. ”You can do anything but never go against the family,” she continued, letting the silence fill the air for a moment or so as she put an arm around both of them and pulled them closer together.
The silence continued on for a little longer, Hazel making sure her words soaked into the air, grinning like an idiot as she looked from her assistant to one of her detectives. Finally, seeming to get the idea that she wasn’t as funny as she thought, she continued. ”Sorry, N mentioned family and my mind immediately went to The Godfather, it’s such a good movie,” she explained and chuckled slightly to herself.
Pausing for a moment longer, Hazel patted both of them on the back and stepped back. ”Alright, go plan the best welcome party the 99 has ever seen.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 2, 2019 2:43:29 GMT -5
Val chose not to ask about his comment about demotion, figuring it was personal and he might not want to talk about it.
“I’m glad you found us,” Val said with a nod.
He really did seem like a nice guy, which didn’t surprise he. He’d just been nervous before, which was perfectly understandable really. She’d been nervous on her first day too, though she hadn’t responded quite like TJ. She hadn’t really let the others see she’d been nervous; she was quite good at hiding her emotions when necessary.
“Is there anything I can do to help you settle in?” she asked
She usually left talking to people and helping people settle in and stuff to one of the other detectives, who were better at that kind of thing. She didn’t really do well with people, didn’t like talking a lot. Didn’t go for heart-to-hearts. But she was making an exception this time.
Besides, she’d smashed a printer a few days ago because she was mad it wasn’t working. The money was coming out of her wages but she was hoping that she could make it up to Hazel a bit (not that she’d ever admit that she cared about being in her captain’s good books) by helping the new guy.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 2, 2019 15:56:04 GMT -5
A party for the new kid was a good idea, N wouldn’t deny that. Just something that would show him he was more than welcomed into this precinct and that they planned on having him around for a long, long time. He seemed like a good kid, he just needed to adjust. N just hoped Detective Kaminski liked parties. That would really suck if he didn’t and then they threw him one.
Before he could bring up these concerns, he was brought back into reality when he felt Hazel give him a tap on the chest. As he listened he leaned in closer, noticing Tortie do the same from the corner of his eyes. He made no attempt to push away Hazel’s touch when she pulled both him and Tortie in closer. He honestly didn’t mind the close contact. He did, however, let out something of a nervous chuckle, about to explain that he had never actually watched The Godfather when, once again, he was stopped from saying anything when he witnessed something he should have seen coming.
Before he could even say or do anything to stop it, Tortie had leaned in and maneuvered herself to where she could place her hands on Hazel’s face, pat her cheek with a hand, and give her a kiss right on the cheek that hadn’t been patted. ”You can count on us, sexy grandma, you can count on us.” She gave a wink and a finger gun to the captain before taking a hold of N’s arm and tugging him along. ”Come on, old man, we’ve got a party to work on!”
With a drawn out sigh under his breath he was dragged out of Hazel’s office and off to wherever Tortie was dragging him, which seemed to be in the direction of Callie’s desk. Well, this was going to be fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 2, 2019 16:41:37 GMT -5
Beginning to feel a little more at ease - though still incredibly sore -, TJ further pushed himself into the back of the chair, trying his best not to think about how much of a disaster all of this had been.
At least Ruiz was being nice though, or at least she had taken pity on him after all of that, but either way, TJ was grateful, especially because from where he was he could see the captain talking to Tortie and that older detective in her office, casting glances his way, which meant they were probably talking about him and after everything that had just transpired, he couldn’t imagine it was anything good.
Good lord what if they were going to fire him?
Okay don’t think that way, TJ, most people did not get fired on their first day at their new precinct, keep it together man.
Turning his attention back to Ruiz, TJ gave a half smile. ”Well, it would be nice to know a bit about everyone here, what should I expect from everyone?” He asked, gesturing vaguely around him. ”I’ve met some of you-“ mostly briefly but it worked out. ”But uh, not enough to really know what everyone’s like, and I still haven’t met everyone,” TJ continued and glanced around for a moment or so before looking down at the chair he was in. ”Like this desk right here, I know it belongs to Detective Walters, but I haven’t met him yet, what’s he like?”
As if the universe answered his question for him, the elevator doors began to open, the sound of music seeping out of it.
TJ looked towards the elevator, watching as it fully opened to reveal a short man with incredibly pale skin covered in freckles and curly ginger hair accompanied by two officers in uniform, one of which was holding a boombox that was blasting the song “Live to Win” by Paul Stanley while the other threw some confetti in the air just as the man exited the elevator.
“~ Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done
Rejection, depression, can't get what you want
You ask me how I make my way
You ask me everywhere and why
You hang on every word I say
But the truth sounds like a lie!~”
The short man immediately dropped to the floor and summersaulted forward to the beat of the music before jumping back up to his feet and spinning around until he was facing the bullpen, each move done so without fault.
”~ Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall!~”
The man did one last spin, sending a quick gesture to the officer with the boombox to turn off the song once the chorus had ended. ”Guess who just caught the leader of the Miaty Gang,” he started as he walked further into the bullpen.
TJ’s eyes widened slightly,
The Miaty Gang was a rather well known criminal gang, and definitely a group that had caused the NYPD a lot of trouble in the past.
The dramatic entrance was still a little overboard, but in this case, TJ could understand why.
”That’s right, I did, point for Detective Walters,” the short man continued with a smirk.
TJ paused, glancing back to the desk next to his.
Ohhh.
So this was Detective Walters.
As Walters walked further inside the bullpen, his eyes landed on TJ and Val as he started walking over. ”Hey, you’re the new guy right? Kaminski?” He asked and TJ looked up from the chair, glancing back towards Ruiz as if for confirmation that yes, thats who he was.
However he gulped back any nerves and looked back to Walters, nodding. ”Yeah, thats me, but you can just call me TJ,” he explained and offered the shorter man a smile.
Walters raised his brow for a moment before placing his hands on the armrests of the chair. ”Well TJ, welcome to the 99...” He paused for a moment, looking down at the chair. ”Oh and by the way, you’re in my chair.”
TJ smiled sheepishly, picking up the ice pack as he quickly got up. ”Right sorry, I’ll move, I just uh...” He glanced helplessly over at Ruiz, trailing off.
Typically he knew what to say, but honestly despite being so tiny, Walters was kind if intimidating and TJ was at a loss.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 3, 2019 3:16:11 GMT -5
Listening to TJ’s question, Val had been about to explain about the detectives in the precinct, particularly Norman, who TJ had specifically asked about, but it turned out she didn’t need to.
Because of course at that moment Norman came bursting in, accompanied by music and confetti, bragging about how he’d taken down the leader of the Miaty Gang. Which was a pretty good collar, a collar Val had also been chasing for a while. She was a bit annoyed that Walters had got there first but hey, at least the guy was caught.
“Excellent collar,” she said appreciatively - she might be competitive but she could appreciate when a bad guy was taken down.
When he declared that he was owed another point, Val obliged. She pushed back from the desk in her chair so she rolled over to a whiteboard in the bullpen that had detectives’ names written on alongside numbers
Callie: 45
Cat: 32
Jules: 82
N: 31
Norman: 68
Roswell: 4
Val: 81
She picked up the pen and changed the 68 next to Norman’s name to 69.
“Well, look at that Walters, you’re catching up,” Val said with a raised eyebrow “I’m still gonna win though.”
She turned her gaze to Kaminski and realised she should probably explain.
“We’ve been doing this for like a year, we have a bet to see which of us will get to 100 arrests first from the time the bet was made. We’ve all put something special to us in and whoever wins gets everyone’s stuff, and bragging rights of course. You can be in it as well if you want, we can plug in your arrest numbers for the last year or so.”
She returned in her chair to where she was sitting originally and watched as Norman introduced himself to a very uncertain and nervous-looking TJ.
“You’re scaring the new guy, Norman,” she smirked
To be fair though, he was in Norman’s chair, so when he got up Val headed over to TJ’s actual desk so the two of them could continue to talk, and they could still talk with Norman too.
“You were asking about the rest of the team, that’s pretty much your answer,” Val said once TJ was sitting at his desk “this morning was... not unrepresentative of what it’s normally like around here.”
But she cast a glance over at her desk, which had a case file on it, and realised something.
“Oh, do you have your first case yet?” Val asked “if not I’m sure Hazel will give you one or partner you up with one of us who’s already working on a case.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 3, 2019 3:46:18 GMT -5
Calliope was sitting at her desk, planning her next office prank. Her next one would be a classic; covering someone’s desk with wrapping paper. Even better if she could wrap their case files as well. Maybe she’d put a big bow on it - she wasn’t sure she could buy one big enough, she’d have to make one.
It would be worth it.
Because she’s a modern women who can multitask, Callie was also making paper aeroplanes. The paper she was using may or may not have been important, but to be honest she didn’t care too much. All she cared about was seeing if she could throw these paper aeroplanes across the room.
She should probably be focusing on work since she was way behind on the bet, something she was reminded of by Norman storming in accompanied by music with news of another arrest.
I’m fact, she was just celebrating having gotten the paper aeroplane to land in N’s trash can when she saw the aforementioned detective approaching her along with Tortie. It was interesting to see those two together, she wouldn’t have exactly said they hung out a whole lot.
”Hmm, not quite my fantasy threesome,” Callie smirked “but close enough.”
But, her joke done, she now seriously greeted her two colleagues.
“Hey, boo!” she said “do you seek my wisdom about something?”
To be fair she was actually pretty good at advice when she could be bothered to give it and wasn’t deliberately giving bad advice to mess with people.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 3, 2019 14:15:28 GMT -5
No matter what there was never a dull moment at precinct 99. It certainly wasn't the kind of job N had thought he would end up with - he had always assumed he would have something a bit more, ya know, normal than what he was given at the 99, but he wasn't going to complain. As much as he acted like all of this bothered him and that he wanted to quit his job at the sign of the next out there scheme, he enjoyed it here. Maybe sometimes his coworkers did cross a line, but they were young, full of spunk, of course they'd get up to something. For all he knew N had given the same wild impression to his superiors back when he had been in his twenties. He didn't think he had been wild, but he was sure everybody thought that at some point in their lives.
He paused in heading toward Detective Dawson's desk when loud music started playing through the room. He was about to blame it on Roswell sneaking in his Xbox and not turning the volume down again when he heard the elevator doors open and Norman, along with a few officers, made his appearance.
Yup, leave it to Norman to have a grand entrance.
Rather than ignore him, though, N gave the younger man a brief nod and something of a thumbs up. "Good work out there." Honestly, a praise even as simple as that was big coming from N. Most of the time he was trying to not encourage behaviors, so when he was encouraging them it meant a lot more than it would from somebody else. And he really he was impressed with Norman; the Miaty gang had been a tough one. Catching the leader surely had not been an easy task. He was about to wonder out loud if Roswell, Norman's partner, had any part of this as well, but as he turned his attention to Detective Cuni he could tell this was a surprise to him as well.
"You really got their leader?" Roswell asked, eyes wide as he looked at Norman with something that N could only describe as admiration. "Oh, of course you did, you can solve anything."
Between all that, N knew he still needed to get himself and Tortie over to where Callie was. It wasn't long before they walked over, and before N could give any information on why they were over there, Callie was speaking and he could already tell Tortie was going in for the kill as well.
He heard the assistant give out a deflated sigh. "Yeah, not mine either. If we could just replace N with Hazel or something that'd be great. Or kick out all the old people and bring in the new guy, now that's some fantasy right there." Tortie continued on, not letting N get in a word otherwise. "But before the threesome, we gotta throw a party for the new guy. Hazel's put us on party duty, and we gotta make sure this is a party nobody will ever forget."
Yeah, N didn't like the sound of that. He could already tell he was going to have to do a lot of telling the two girls no.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2019 16:19:22 GMT -5
Sitting down in his seat this time, TJ watched as people congratulated Norman on the arrest and Val added a point down on a whiteboard. Clearly this was a precinct that did a lot with each other, unlike 85, those guys had been cold to each other, which was probably his downfall there now that he thought about it, but in his defense how was he supposed to know that giving someone a birthday gift would’ve caused that much drama within the precinct? No one had told him beforehand about the birthday debacle, in fact no one told anyone anything back in the 85.
Clearly, the 99 was not like that.
By the time TJ had finished thinking back to one of his old precincts, Norman had already walked over to the whiteboard and inhaled sharply, shaking his head slightly. ”69 is such a bad number to be stuck on,” he muttered just loud enough to be heard as he turned back around to the others. ”Doesn’t matter though because pretty soon, I’ll be at 70 and from there it’s only a matter of time before I catch up and get ahead of Val,” he declared with a smug smirk crossing his visage.
Which, as talk of the arrests kept going, TJ paused for a second once he was invited to join.
He glanced towards the numbers of arrests everyone else had already.
81, 69, 31, 45, 6.
He would definitely not be able to get to 100 before the others did, even with his own 47 cases to back him up - what? He kept score, it made him feel good about himself - so honestly, it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to jump back in.
However...
If he wanted to truly be part of the team, he should get involved in the cases as well. ”Uh yeah, alright, I’d let to be included,” he admitted with a small, excited smile as he looked from Val to the whiteboard.
Honestly, it could end up being really fun, even if he had no chance of winning.
Just then, the captain walked back out of her office, having noticed Norman entering the bullpen. ”Walters, good job on the Miaty case, I’m gonna need that paperwork on my desk by tomorrow though, got it?” She questioned, looking over at him.
Norman nodded in response. ”I’ll get on that, but first I was hoping to take Cuni and investigate a new lead on the robbery case we got,” he explained, gesturing over towards Roswell.
Captain Wynn contemplated it for a moment or so before nodding in approval. ”Alright, just so long as you get the paperwork done,” she agreed before turning her attention towards Val and TJ, walking over to them. ”As for you two, Val I was hoping you would let Kaminski tag along with you on some of your cases until I can assign him some of his own,” she explained, looking over towards Val for a moment or so to see what she thought.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 3, 2019 18:04:23 GMT -5
For the most part Roswell had been keeping to himself. It wasn’t that he felt awkward or left out or anything, he just knew there would be others doing the job of smothering the new guy and all that jazz, so instead of take up on that job and add even more stress to Kaminski, Roswell had decided to sit back and turn off the internet on his phone so he could play the little dinosaur game that popped up whenever there weren’t any connections. He enjoyed the game quite a bit, and he was pretty dang good at it if he had to be honest here. Unfortunately he had only made it to a little over 800 points when he heard his name be brought up. Or he assumed it was him, there was obviously another Cuni in the precinct but he doubted Norman would be talking about bringing Tortie out on a robbery case. Then again…
Roswell slowly glanced over at the whiteboard, looking at the scores written down on it. There, beside his name, was a measly four arrests. Norman probably didn’t want to deal with somebody who could barely do their job right. Nobody wanted to deal with a let down, so he probably did mean Tortie. She wasn’t even a detective and Roswell was sure she’d get more arrests than he could.
He looked away from the whiteboard before he could feel even worse about himself. Now wasn’t the time for him to spiral into a self loathing mess.
Through the doubt he was sure Norman had meant him, and if not he could always go back to his desk. Slowly he got up from his desk and made his way over to Norman, yet halfway there he spotted the giant rabbit Tortie had brought with her earlier. ”I’m here if I’m needed, but should we do something about the, uh, newborn first?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2019 19:13:45 GMT -5
Turning his attention to Roswell, Norman walked over to his partner. They didn’t work all their cases together, but technically he did work a good amount with him...or at least, he was supposed to. Norman had found it was best to just bring Roswell along and then do the bulk of the work on his own, which honestly if Norman had it his way, he’d never be partnered up with someone for a case, he worked best alone as a lone wolf of sorts.
Though honestly he was less of a “lone wolf” and more of a really territorial red squirrel, the most aggressive of the squirrels.
Either way, he worked best alone.
Walking right past Roswell, Norman started to head back out, gently patting the taller man on the shoulder as he did so. ”It’s not our job to deal with rabbits, Cuni, its our job to put bad guys away, leave the rabbit for Tortie, who I’m assuming brought it up here in the first place,” Norman told him with a small shrug.
Tortie seemed like the most likely candidate, especially considering Roswell had said “newborn” when referring to it, and Norman could quite easily picture Tortie “giving birth” to a rabbit just to get attention.
Continuing on, Norman made his way to the elevator, expecting Roswell to catch up.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 3, 2019 20:18:48 GMT -5
It was always a bit nerve wracking going on a case with Norman. Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t Norman that made Roswell anxious, it was the idea of doing something so wrong that he not only put his job at risk but Norman’s as well. He doubted Norman would let Roswell do anything that would detriment his career, but the older man still worried.
He followed after Norman as soon as the shorter of the two started walking toward the elevator. He cast one last look to the rabbit, wondering what would be done about it. The traumatized animal seemed to be doing a lot better now, relaxed and just simply chilling in the floor, but it probably didn’t need to stay here all day.
”I tried telling her not to bring the thing, but once she has her mind set on something she won’t stop,” Roswell sighed as he stuck his hands in his pockets, still following alongside his partner. ”So we on the robbery again?” He then questioned, wanting to make sure that was the case before simply assuming.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2019 23:11:49 GMT -5
Norman gave a nod towards Roswell as he entered the elevator - that was still covered in confetti - and pressed the button to take them to the first floor. ”Yeah, I got a new lead this morning and figured we could follow up on it, apparently one of the workers has new information,” he explained, frowning slightly. ”Either that or they’ve finally got enough courage to come out with this information,” he muttered under his breath as the elevator started up and took them down.
By now, they had exhausted all previous leads, it was honestly sort of embarrassing because typically robberies like this weren’t that hard of cases to crack, yet this time the entire robbery had been done flawlessly.
There was no video surveillance, no witnesses, no prints, nothing.
Then out of nowhere, one of the jewelry store workers came out with “new” information.
Honestly if you were to ask Norman, he’d say it was a set up.
Someone knew they were still looking into this, that it hadn’t been labeled a cold case yet - Norman hated the idea of this becoming a cold case - and they were getting nervous.
There was no other explanation for this “new” information out of nowhere.
”Seems kind of weird though,” Norman continued, glancing towards Roswell. ”Don’t you think?” Might as well get his partner’s opinion on it all too, besides, who knew, maybe he’d have a different perspective that gave them just the edge needed to crack this case wide open.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2019 0:51:59 GMT -5
Roswell narrowed his eyes in thought as Norman explained what all had happened since the last time they had worked on this particular case. Typically robberies were the easiest cases they got, but this one had proved rather difficult and had almost grown completely cold.
Until now it seemed. And something about that set Roswell on edge. Something was fishy about all of this “new” information.
He nodded, agreeing with his partner. ”That is strange,” he admitted, voice low in thought. ”Either way it’s something we need to check out. Could be something to make us look in the wrong direction, could be something actually useful, or could be nothing at all. Either way, if somebody is willing to talk we should listen.” There could be a number of things wrong with this potential lead, but hey, maybe this information was genuine and would put them on the right track to solving this hard to crack robbery.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 1:20:46 GMT -5
As the elevator came to a close, Norman walked out, heading straight for the door. ”I’ve got a hunch that it’s some type of set up, whoever stole those jewels could be working with the worker for all we know, we need to approach this with caution,” he explained and shot a glance back towards Roswell. ”Just, when we get there, follow my lead.” As someone that already had an idea mapped out for how to play this meetup with the worker, he really didn’t want anyone else jumping in with their own ideas. It wasn’t that they were wrong or anything, it was just...Norman’s were more right.
Pausing once he got outside, Norman waited for Roswell to catch up before continuing. ”The worker in question is named Gail Capella, he’s been working at the place for a couple months before the robbery happened, he wants to meet at the jewelry shop,” Norman explained and glanced around.
The shop was honestly kind of far away, and public transportation did not take them directly to it either, which meant one of them would have to drive.
Inhaling sharply, Norman shoved his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket and fumbled around in there for a moment or so before pulling out a set of keys that had a little mystery machine hanging off the keychain.
Without looking down at them, Norman tossed the keys at Roswell, placing his hands back in his jacket pockets afterwards. ”You drive.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2019 2:06:03 GMT -5
Roswell stopped in his tracks for a brief moment, not sure if he should be confused that Norman told him to follow his lead or worried. Confused because when had he ever tried stepping out of his comfort zone to take the lead? Worried because maybe he had jumped to the lead before and hadn't realized it and was just now being called out on it. Either way he was sure he wasn't going to play the leader here. He didn't have the right to. Him taking the lead would surely spell disaster for this investigation, and Roswell didn't want to cause any more mishaps where they weren't needed. Those two potential arrests he could have had flashed through his mind, a sharp reminder that he was a failure. A failure and a loser because even despite those two failures he still had the lowest count of arrests out of the entire precinct. Why Captain Wynn hadn't fired him yet was beyond him.
By the time he finally snapped out of his thoughts he had missed about half of what Norman had said about this new lead. And this is why you suck at your job, he thought bitterly to himself. Man, he really sucked at this stuff, didn't he? He was much better at all the video games he played and so much better at all the coding and hacking he did. Roswell could have taken the path of a career with computers and gaming and whatnot, that would have suited him so much better, but he had wanted to do something that wasn't as stigmatized. He wanted to do something that would make him seem cool and interesting, and he had always been good at detective based games, so he had thought "why not use those skills in the real world" and here he was, a true detective. ... Only, he was about as true of a detective as a Chihuahua was a wolf. Close, but missing a lot of the essentials.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself and to keep him from spiraling even further down into the darkness of his mind, Roswell focused back on Norman. He had only caught half of what the redhead had said, but he could put everything together from context clues. He was going to respond but before he had time to he noticed Norman digging through his pockets before taking out a set of keys and throwing them toward Roswell; luckily he managed to catch them.
Swallowing he looked at the keys and then back to Norman. "You...really want me to drive?" He could drive, but why was Norman trusting him to do that? Why was he being trusted to do anything at all? He shook his head. Calm down, he snapped mentally. He knew he could do his. He drove all the time. Just...not with coworkers that he was sure already judged him for his terrible skill set.
Roswell shook his head. He needed to stop letting these thoughts get to him like they were. Clutching the keys in his hand he took a deep breath and then nodded. "Alright then, let's get going." With what he hoped was good enough mock confidence he walked over toward the vehicle, glancing over his shoulder from time to time to make sure Norman was following.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 3:02:05 GMT -5
Driving was one of the few things Norman knew he...did not excel at, he had his license sure, but it had been a long and excruciating journey to get it, and even now Norman didn’t quite feel as if he truly deserved it. However that wasn’t the kind of stuff you told people, and it certainly wasn’t something Norman liked you talk about. So maybe it was a little weird that whenever he was with someone else, he made them do the driving, but it was honestly for the best.
So, following after Roswell, Norman opened the door to the passenger seat and slid inside, buckling up quickly.
He sat there for a moment, tapping his thighs lightly before finally reaching for the cord and pulling out his phone. ”I’m choosing the music,” he declared, giving Roswell a side glance before picking a song.
One car ride - and many classic 80s songs - later, they had reached their destination.
Getting out of the car, Norman closed the door behind him and shot a look over to Roswell. ”Gail said he would be working today, so if we go in, we should find him, and even if he isn’t out front, we can ask to see him,” Norman explained, walking towards the door to the shop. ”He seemed pretty jittery on the phone, so we need to be gentle when we talk to him, I don’t want him to clam up again,” Norman continued and pushed the door open, listening to the subtle jungle of the bell as he entered.
The shop was pristine, nothing out of place and not a speck of dust anywhere, honestly it didn’t even look like it had been robbed at all. Which wasn’t surprising given the fact that it hadn’t looked like it had been robbed the day after it had been either.
Pushing onwards, Norman paused in front of the counter, spotting the man in question talking to a costumer off to the side.
Gail was a scrawny looking man, average in height with scruffy blondish brown hair and an almost sickly color to his skin. Over all, he didn’t seem all that threatening, or, to be honest, quite professional enough to be working some place like this.
Catching his eye, Norman gave Gail a subtle nod to let him know that not only were they here, but that they were ready to talk as well.
Gail nodded in response and turned his attention back to the costumer.
Now, they waited.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 4, 2019 3:56:19 GMT -5
Val was about to ask for the number of cases TJ had solved so she could add it to the whiteboard when Hazel came out and interrupted the proceedings. When she asked Val if she’d be okay letting the new guy tag along, Val cast a glance over at him.
Ruiz didn’t really trust people very easily, she didn’t really like people either. She preferred to work alone. But she cared about the squad a lot, and Kaminski was part of that now. Plus, he seemed like a decent guy and two heads were better than one when it came to this kind of thing.
“Sure, I can do that,” Val agreed, with a nod to her captain.
She rose from her seat, heading to her desk to grab the case file she’d been working on, before returning to sit with Kaminski, opening the file so he could see it.
“We’ve got a B&E on a house a few miles away, but the strange thing is that nothing was taken. I suspect that the perp just got surprised by someone coming home earlier than they were supposed to but it’s definitely worth checking out just in case there’s something more going on. I haven’t had a chance to visit the scene yet.” Valentina explained.
As she spoke she was already putting her jacket on and grabbing the keys to her motorbike. She got her helmet and tossed a spare one to TJ.
“My bike will get us there fast,” she said “let’s go.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 4, 2019 4:07:37 GMT -5
Callie hummed in agreement with Tortie’s first statement about the threesome, but listened as her friend explained why her and N were actually there. She immediately smiled, putting down the paper aeroplane she’d been in the middle of making.
“A party? Oh, that’s my jam.”
Parties were, in Callie’s eyes, more of a work of art than anything else. If they weren’t done right, they weren’t worth doing. They needed time, effort, creativity, skill. And she was pretty sure she had all of those things.because she was amazing.
“I’m thinking confetti cannon,” Callie suggested “and maybe an ice sculpture.”
She was only half-joking, she was just really excited about this. Any opportunity to plan a party was a lot of fun in her book, especially if she could do it with Tortie. The two of them just kind of bounced off one another. She guessed that was why N was there, to stop them going too far.
“Of course, the food and the music has to be excellent,” Callie said “those are the most important parts.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2019 11:43:01 GMT -5
This was going to be amazing. Captain Wynn really knew what she was doing when she let her and Callie work on this party. Sure, there was N involved now as well, but that was a minor inconvenience they could work around.
At Callie’s suggestions, Tortie gave a little bounce. ”Confetti cannon would be amazing! Oh, and the ice sculpture. What should it be of? We could get somebody to carve it to favor my angelic beauty,” Tortie suggested with a grand sweep of her hand and placed it on her puffed out chest, a cocky smile on her face.
Then an idea came to her. ”Oh, oh, ohohohohoh! Can we put my son in a party hat?” As she mentioned her newborn she looked around, spotting the sandy colored rabbit not too far off. He was minding his own business at this point, nose twitching as he sat there in the floor. Tortie smiled. Her child was growing up so fast.
She was broken out of her fond thoughts when N’s voice splintered through them. ”Did we ever decide when this party was going to be?”
Tortie was about to immediately dismiss what the old man had to say but stopped when she realized he had asked a pretty important question. ”I’m not entirely sure, but we can’t wait too long because then it’s not a good welcoming party,” Tortie pointed out with a shrug. ”Like, this needs to be tonight or tomorrow, you can’t welcome somebody after they’ve been here for three days or longer.” That just wasn’t how it worked. If they were going to welcome Kaminski they needed to do it soon.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2019 11:43:22 GMT -5
The drive there hadn’t been bad at all. Safe for some traffic here and there they had gotten there without a hitch, and they had certainly gotten there faster than they would have using public transportation. Even Norman’s choice of music had been more than okay for Roswell, and he would be lying if he denied faintly singing along to some of them.
He realized as soon as they pulled up to the store that he had managed to relax on the way there. Driving hadn’t left him as shaken as he thought it would, but now that they were here Roswell was flooded with the thoughts of how he was once again going to end up messing something up. He wanted to prematurely apologize to Norman, but he stopped himself and went on to get out of the car and lock it up before following his partner into the store.
Be gentle, he reminded himself. That wasn’t hard for him to do, and if anything this was probably going to end up with Norman doing all the hard work. Roswell knew he needed to step up and put in his own effort, but anytime he did that it didn’t turn out the greatest.
Once inside he turned his attention to who he was sure was Gail. He was scrawny and sickly looking, somebody that wouldn’t make it through a winter if this was way back in the day. He seemed sketchy, but Roswell was going to leave his judgements until after they spoke to him. So, with a nod and a faint wave of his hand, Roswell made himself known to Gail and waited for the customer to be on their way.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 4, 2019 13:17:51 GMT -5
“Yes, the ice sculpture can be of you, and there should be one of me too. Maybe the two of us as Greek goddesses? I could see it.” Callie suggested.
At Callie’s suggestion shout the rabbit, she gave a big grin as her gaze travelled over to the animal.
“Oh yes totally I think we should do that,” Callie replied
The blonde had to refrain from rolling her eyes at N’s suggestions. Why did he only care about the sensible stuff, like when the party actually was? She supposed it did need a date though, he was right, and she listened as Tortie spoke.
“I think tomorrow night, it gives us more time to prepare and people have more notice.” she said “I’ll bring the booze. Lots of it!”
Then she had another thought.
“Oooh we have to get decorations, and sort out music!” she said excitedly “and what else? Apart from invitations and boring practical stuff.”
She hated that kind of thing. She preferred the creative stuff, like decorating. N was much more sensible than her and Tortie, she was sure he’d take care of the other stuff.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 13:43:09 GMT -5
When Val threw the helmet at him, TJ fully expected to drop it or get hit in the head by it or something like that, however instead in a surprising twist of luck, he actually managed to catch without much trouble.
He’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t feel really cool right then.
However that cool feeling died quickly once he realized what this meant.
TJ looked down at the helmet in his arms and then back up at Val. The case they’d be working on seemed fine, that wasn’t what he was worried about, it was just...the last time he had ridden a motorcycle, it hadn’t ended well.
Detective Peabody had not been happy with him, at all.
TJ glanced towards Captain Wynn for some sort of...he didn’t even know, reassurance maybe? Something like that.
However the Captain didn’t seem to be listening, instead she was looking over at N, Callie, and Tortie, trying to catch what they were saying.
Looked like he was on his own for this.
Turning his attention back to Val, TJ gave a lopsided smile and clumsily put the helmet on his head. ”Right, let’s go,” he agreed, gulping down his nerves.
Sure it hadn’t gone great the last time he was on a motorcycle, but that was at least two precincts ago, maybe it would be different this time.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 14:06:16 GMT -5
Once the costumer had left, Gail walked over to Norman and Roswell, offering them a small smile. ”Thank you for coming,” He started, hands knitted together as he leaned over in a crouch, eyes flickering slightly around them until finally his gaze landed on Roswell. ”...Who’s this?” He asked tentatively, backing up slightly as he watched Roswell through suspicious eyes.
He was definitely still nervous, Norman could tell that much...which, honestly, he’d be surprised if no one caught on to how jittery he was in the first place.
Keeping his hands in his pockets, Norman nodded in response. ”Well you said you had new information, it would be weird if we didn’t show up,” he countered casually, pausing for a moment to look at Roswell through the corner of his eyes. ”This is Detective Cuni, he’s my partner on this case,” Norman explained with a small shrug, casting a glance around the store. It was empty other than the three of them, but it was still better to be careful. ”Can we talk in the back?”
Gail hesitated for a moment or so, his eyes flickering towards the back of the store, he seemed slightly unsure about it before finally he nodded in agreement, gesturing for the two detectives to head into the back. ”Follow me,” he said, walking towards a back room.
Norman glanced over at Roswell for a second before starting after Gail. ”Seems kinda odd, doesn’t he?” He questioned under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 4, 2019 15:19:20 GMT -5
Val led the way, getting into the elevator, holding the door open so TJ could follow before she pressed the button to take them down to the car park where she’d put her bike.
“You are alright with this, right?” she asked “you don’t have a problem wit bikes right?”
Some people did, which she kind of understood. They weren’t exactly as safe as cars and some people really cared about that kind of thing.
But anyway, it wasn’t long before they were in the carpark and Val headed towards her bike, getting on and starting the engine, leaving space for TJ to sit behind her.
“Get on!” she called over the engine, “put your hands on my waist.”
Now, normally, she hated being touched. She had a habit of reflexively flinching away when people touched her, especially if she wasn’t prepared, even after all these years. But this situation kind of required it if TJ didn’t want to go flying off the bike. She’d kind of have to suck it up.
Once TJ was on the bike, she started the engine, speeding out into the street, letting out a whoop. She loved riding bikes, they made her feel free and the adrenaline rush was pretty exciting.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 15:28:04 GMT -5
TJ let out a nervous chuckle, hoping Val didn’t catch the slight edge to his laughter as he shrugged off her question. ”Pshhaw,” he started, gesturing with his hands as if to emphasize that he was definitely not scared of the idea of getting back on a bike like this. ”Me? Problem with them? Nahhhh,” TJ glanced over at Val from the corner of his eyes to see if she was buying his lies.
Well, it didn’t matter anyways because pretty soon she was already at her bike and waiting for him to get on as well.
TJ stared at the seat to the motorcycle, standing in place for a couple seconds as the seat seemed to grow in size, looming in front of him like it was taunting him, knowing how he did with bikers and laughing at him for it, maybe even spitting in his face.
Okay TJ, get over it, you can’t look like a ninny now, especially not after everything you pulled this morning.
So, getting over it, TJ slid onto the seat of the bike behind Val, wrapping his arms around her waist, clenching his teeth. ”I’m ready when you are,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes closed as he prepared himself for the bike to take off.
However when it did, he realized just how unprepared he really was and almost as soon as it took off, he let out a loud, involuntarily scream, tightening his grip on Val’s waist as it was the only thing keeping him from becoming motorcycle meat. ”We’re all gonna die!” He screamed, still clutching onto his fellow detective.
Honestly, after that, TJ kind of lost himself in the ride.
He wasn’t sure exactly what transpired beyond his frequent screams.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2019 15:52:17 GMT -5
Tortie —
Now that would be a sight to behold - her and Callie together as Greek goddess ice sculptures. She had to wonder what she would be the goddess of. There was technically already the goddess of beauty and all that, but maybe Aphrodite would be willing to share that title. Was there a party goddess? Tortie would have to look into that, and if not she was going to swoop on in and take that title for herself.
Tortie would have loved to continue that particular conversation, but she supposed figuring out when the party was going to be held was important. She knew they couldn’t take too long, but they needed enough time to make the party as amazing as it could be. There was no way she was going to let the new guy get away without a spectacular welcoming party.
”Tomorrow night is perfect!” Tortie gave an excited little bounce. She glanced over at N, wondering if he would have anything to add to this.
He nodded, showing he approved of the time before he shot a look toward Callie. It was one of those looks that a parent would give their kid after their kid said they were going to do something dumb and needed to be stopped. It was what Tortie liked to call the “dad face”. It meant some fun was about to be ruined. ”There probably shouldn’t be any alcohol. We’re all adults even if some of you don’t act like it, but I don’t think a welcome party should be a place to get drunk.”
Tortie huffed and rolled her eyes. ”Party pooper,” she muttered, arms crossing. ”What if Kaminski wants to get drunk at his party?” Hey, for all she knew the guy was just as much a partier as she and Callie were.
N then gave the dad look to Tortie. ”I highly doubt that. Either way, we should stick to the basics, nothing wild.”
Tortie sighed. She knew having N planning the party with her and Callie would drain a lot of the fun, but she supposed that’s why Hazel had him assigned to this because apparently nobody thought her and Callie’s ideas were all that appropriate.
Roswell —
Roswell was content with standing there and waiting for as long as they needed to. They didn’t necessarily have all day to wait, but they could spare long enough for Gail to do what he needed with the customer.
Eventually the customer left, and him and Norman were left with somebody who seemed a bit wary of Roswell’s presence. He offered a faint smile in hopes of easing any worries. It was hard enough as it was to remember important details, but even more so when the witness was nervous.
As Norman introduced him he gave a little nod to show he was receptive of anything being said or done. ”It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted. He had to keep this open and welcoming, there was no room for being cold. That could push Gail away and leave him not wanting to speak to them anymore. He kept a loose and easygoing vibe to him as he followed Gail to the back room, standing back just far enough to fall in line with Norman and give a faint nod. He barely heard what his partner had said but it was just loud enough for his ears to pick up. ”Skittish, but maybe it’s just nerves,” Roswell murmured in response, keeping his voice quiet enough for only Norman to pick up on.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 4, 2019 17:30:54 GMT -5
Gail let the two of them into a small little room with a sofa, a chair, a coffee table and a mini fridge, clearly the break room for this little store.
Norman glanced around the room for a few moments, making sure to catch all the details.
The walls were littered with different paintings in various sizes, the sofa was pressed against a wall in the room and a fluffy white rug was underneath it. Over all there wasn’t anything odd about the break room, it seemed nice enough but low maintenance enough not to need constant care or anything like that.
Humming thoughtfully to himself, Norman sat down on the couch, legs spread out as he leaned forward, clasping his hands together as he looked over at Gail. ”So, about this new information?” He questioned, getting right to the point.
After all, it seemed useless to doddle on chit-chat.
Gail nodded in response, sitting down on the chair opposite from the sofa, fiddling with something in his pockets for a few seconds before he pulled out a black ski mask with a white silhouette of a fox painted across the front of the mask. ”I was cleaning out the dust from underneath the counter and I found this, I think it belongs to the thieves, maybe one of them accidentally left it here when they were escaping?” He questioned, holding it out for the detectives to see.
Norman frowned thoughtfully as he looked it over, pulling out a pair of gloves from his pocket and slipping them across his fingers before reaching forward to grab the mask from Gail.
”Thank you, Mr. Capella, this is definitely a lead, I’m going to have to take this with me though,” he explained, snapping his fingers in front of Roswell in a silent attempt to ask for a bag to put the mask in.
Dusting for prints would probably be useless since Gail had already touched it with his bare hands, but it couldn’t hurt to be safe rather than sorry.
Standing up, Norman dusting off his clothes. ’Thank you for coming to us with this information, I’ll contact you if we need anything else,” Norman promised and started to head for the exist, figuring Roswell would follow him.
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