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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 26, 2014 2:56:13 GMT
Looking over the stack on her desk she sighed heavily for every one she seemed to solve two more showed up or were handed in.
It felt impossible at times and she wondered if she was the only one who felt this way. Things hadn't been any where near as interesting since the shootout but things like that didn't happen every day and she knew Samuel was a busy man. Peeking over at Mat and seeing he was similarly swamped made her feel a bit better but not by much. She knew there was some sort of convention coming up for preternatural cops but that was a week or more off they needed a break to the monotony now.
Balling a piece of spare paper after writing on it "lunch?" she eyed the near empty squad room and tossed it to his desk sending it skidding in front of his pen. Waiting for him to pick it up and look at her so she could give him the question in a look. Monica knew some stuff but hadn't really taken the time to get to know him so maybe they should fix that before the conference so that there wouldn't be awkwardness on the plane or on the very slight off chance that since the budget was so tight they had to share a room. It had happened with other places before and she knew they relied on the character of the officers for not having any funny business happen when that was a necessity.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 26, 2014 6:52:55 GMT
Matthew felt something sailing in his direction before he saw it. He was the new kid here and he knew that detectives could be vicious with their pranks. He was initially wary of the wad of paper. He looked around from desk to desk settling his eyes on the Detective he’d read about a few weeks earlier. Davis. That was her name the other frat boys avoided her something about her being Rambo in a bra. He trned on his smile as he picked up the paper ball.
‘Lunch’ was all it read. He chuckled raising an eyebrow he crumpled the wad back up along with a few other scraps from his desk. Throwing them all away he nodded as he switched off his monitor. Standing up he shrugged on his blazer. Unlike the bulk of the other dicks he never took of his rig. Not that he didn’t trust the other boys and girls in blue but it always seemed foolish to him to be an unarmed black man in a room full of guns. Shrugging at his sudden realization that he in fact did not trust his other compatriots. It made his smile brighten. He pulled his phone from its holster calling the main desk leaving the time of his leave. Other detectives were okay with being out of touch he wasn’t. The city moved fast he like dto be as far ahead of it as he could.
He wasn’t a fool Detective Davis wanted to keep the invitation low key for something. More than likely it was because of how small minded most detectives were. The moment they were seen together some jackass would make a remark as to either him being an alley-cat or her being some other animal of equally besmirched character. Slipping on his glasses he waited as he scanned the street noticing the tempo of the area.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 26, 2014 7:17:50 GMT
She watched him do the whole secret agent man routine and smirked but understood because one they were younger and two they were of darker complexion and the only two on the squad. Shed been hit on many times and turned down all of them, which made her a target for jokes and even one time her head pasted on some one elses nude body passed around like he had slept with her. That had gotten him suspended and transferred but still damage done.
So the fact of them going to eat together without looking like they were in fact together was important. Giving him time to make it out side she put her blazer on with the elbow length sleeves in a deep burgundy color. It was over a pale pink top and matched the skirt bottom that was in a almost hobble fashion to her knees and sported a small ruffle. The wedge heels in black leather allowed her to run and move without wobbling like heels did. She took the elevator to the lobby signed out for lunch then went down the front to find him standing there looking around.
With out speaking she nodded and walked past him knowing he would fallow her there was a small multi cultural diner around the corner that most of the boys were to close minded to eat at. Exactly why she loved it there, walking in and speaking to mamma lin a tiny filipina who hugged her and told her she was to thin. Winking at the handsome young detective with her and teasing her " new boyfriend?"
Monica shook her head and sat tsking at her friend and ordering a sampler for her self because it had some morsels from all the places they served from. Filipino, cantonese, korean, jewish and african.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 26, 2014 7:45:03 GMT
He walked in silence taking in the sights. As she didn’t move to one of the cruisers he didn’t mention it taking that meant that lunch would be close. Slipping one hand into his pants pocket he strolled keeping pace with her. As she led the way it made room in his head for taking in the purpose of this lunch get together. Maybe she was lonely or just tired of the normal BS. Either way he was game.
He’d never been inside the restaurant it was out of the way yet easily accessible. It was definitely not a cop place. In fact as he took in the sight of the place he knew none of the other detectives or even officers would step foot in the place. He however knew several On Leong’s who would do business in such a space. He was sure that in one or more of the backrooms gambling was taking place even as they sat. “She’s out of my league; and maybe a little too thin.” He added to take some of the truthful edge off the harmless statement. Cops and women tended to overthink things. She was both so he was sure she would analyze the statement if not now then definitely later. Sitting at the table he picked up the menu that was nothing more than a printed word doc. Looking over the dishes based on the few words he recognized. The food and the menu was all over the map.
“Order for me I don’t have a clue…” He said finally giving up on understanding the rhyme or reason to the food. He’d eat anything really lunch was a luxury he tried to indulge whenever he could. He still hadn’t shaken off the UC field work he’d put in until recently. It was why e purposefully sat with his back to the room. He watched the comings and goings via the burnished teapot on the tableusing his ears to fill in the detail his eyes couldn’t provide. Once their orders were taken he sat back hanging one arm over the back of his chair. “So Detective whats the scoop poop?
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 26, 2014 22:05:18 GMT
She laughed softly at him he was all cop to the extreme right now and she found it a bit funny. Then hearing him and trying not to harumph at being called to thin. She ordered him a Korean bbq pork ban mi sandwich with kimchi on the side incase he wanted to taste it first and not have it on the sandwich. with sweet potato fries seasoned with asian spices as his side dish and mango pear juice chilled in a pitcher for the table. Then smiled at mamma lin when she walked away and then looked at him.
" I asked you to lunch one because i knew none of the other jerks were gonna and two to get away from the other jerks and try to have a pleasant lunch for once because they treat anyone not like them like udder doodoo"
Point blank telling him what he knew but how she saw it as well, the bustling behind them and around them made her calm for the most part and the auras also mostly read human so she wasnt so on guard." I am also curious to see what they say about me to other men one of them or not behind my back because I won't be one of "those" female cops"
Giving him a pointed look and then lightening up as the food arrived and his was sat down, the bon mi was on a soft pillowy bread stuffed with the pork and some sort of spread and lettuce with the kimchi on the side. The fries were crunchy outside but soft and thick and sweet inside. Her plate had a grain that looked like rice and corn had a baby that was the fufu next to it was shredded beef in a brown sauce like his pork then on another plate there were matza with salmon spread and some meat skewers. The last plate had some sort of pancakes with things to fill it with all smaller plates she could taste from.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 27, 2014 0:26:27 GMT
Matt watched the detective relax. He took that along with the camaraderie she had with the host slash owner as sign she visited here more than anyone would guess. He smiled adding that to the pile of information about Detective Davis. She didn’t seem like a Manhanttanite but he could have been wrong. There was still so much he didn’t know about her or RPIT as a whole. He was willing play dumb for a while longer until he really got the ropes.
"True but we both knew the job was dangerous when we took it. After all every job has its fair share of jackasses. Just sucks that we might have to depend on our jackasses when the vampire cowshit hit the fan." He had no intention of really touching the latter half of her question. If he did she would see him as a rat or worse yet an asset to use as she saw fit. Or worse tis could be a set-up by the jackasses he’d touched on to set him up as the unit snitch. Either way he wasn’t playing that game. Narco and OC was easy everyone had their secrets and that was enough. In RPIT they were so squeaky clean on the surface he knew that the least muck would become a shit storm of unparalleled epic proportions.
Pausing as the food arrived he inhaled deeply looking at the plate in front of him. It smelled great. He wouldn’t have ordered it but then again he couldn’t make heads or tails of the men so if it were p to him he would have sat here like a goof for the next thirty minutes. Taking a bite he looked at her pointedly, " Tastes great. Folks here sure can cook huh? But I guess you already know that." Dabbing his mouth he propped his elbows on the table considering how to answer her question without falling into one pile of crap or the other. There really was no way but through so sighing he looked from his plate to her.
“I don’t pay no never mind to whatever the other detectives say. Especially if its not about the job. I don’t like gossip or that whole cop humor. Its not my bag. Probably a hold over from working as a crook for so long.” There that was to the point and could set the terms for their getting along. He didn’t want to lose his only potential friend before she really became one but he couldn’t open the other door either. Her hoped she understood. If not there was always an eventual transfer to consider.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 27, 2014 2:36:53 GMT
She had laughed at his points made and nodded at others. He seemed to be a good guy but hopefully wouldnt over think every last move some times you had to just go like with the whole train situation she had the feeling had Matthew been the one on the train that Samuel might have at least got dragged in to court and that could have been messy. She would keep that particular friendship to her self now for sure.
She didn't blame him for not telling her what the other said just like she wouldn't tell them anything they said about him and some of it wasn't very nice. It seemed to stem from friends in the unit he transferred from so she'd write it off as jealousy. Eating a bit of everything she bounced happily on her seat. Yes they knew how to throw down here everything was cooked with love and care. Mamma came to check on them and tsked that they were eating so slow" less jibba jabba more chewing or powpow"
She smacked her hand with her other hand then pinched monicas cheek and walked away despite the detective calling after her" that could be considered assaulting an officer you lucky i love you"
Hearing the laugher get harder she sighed then shrugged and went back to the matter at hand. " so why come to RIPIT?"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 27, 2014 3:28:03 GMT
Matt smiled as the owner he was sure of it Mamma Lin was definitely the owner came back to check on them. The banter between Davis and her seemed genuine. He knew all too well that despite genuine feelings Mamma Lin was also making sure that they were as happy as they could be so they wouldn’t get bored and go snooping around the back rooms. Watching with an eye towards the comings and goings of the other staff he ate more of his Banh Mi.
There it was the question he’d expected first. So far everyone treated a tour in the RPIT like a jail term. He liked the work he found it interesting. But every time he’d said as much he was looked at as if he had grown a third head connected to his first. "You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s a really short story. Namely I worked with the SRS and liked what they did so I requested the transfer. I could blame being burned out with the run of the mill evil men do but that was such a small part of it I don’t even consider it a factor. What about you, you’re a hero why stay?”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 27, 2014 4:55:52 GMT
" Hero?"
That had her laughing so much she took a drink of the chilled juice to calm it down. Eyes twinkling with amusement, he had to realize she hadn't even thought of heroism had just wanted to keep the innocents and maybe little less then innocents on the train safe from the bad guys. No cop wanted that hero thing unless they had a huge ego and less brain then your average cocker spaniel. To have been a hero meant people were in danger she preferred them not to be so she did what she could to make sure it didn'thappen.
" Look the train thing, I got lucky very much so its part of my gift I guess Im empathic..most get a bad feeling and shrug it off Ive learned to listen to mine I can also see auras and read what they tell me for the most part so combine that i noticed something was off and at the end of it all bad guys 0 nypd 1."
She hated that what was going around the super cop shed heard the robocop whispers the, references to the punisher it made her very tired and very annoyed most of the time. It also made her wonder if some one else had been there would there have been more bodies would there have been a police funeral instead of a commendation ceremony. That thought made her frown and pick at her fufu.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 27, 2014 5:14:46 GMT
Stopping eating he leaned forward elbows on the table as he steepled his fingers together. " Glad you don’t like the moniker but it took real heroics to do what you did. I know a lot of decorated cops that would have kept there head down against that sort of fire power; innocents or not. I ain’t like most of those guys at 1PP or any of the other houses. In my book a little mojo or not you were a hero and a few more people are alive because of you. "
He fought the frown that threatened but was glad he won. He was not the forth coming type but he would risk a little to put her mind at ease as he was sure she still assumed him calling her a hero was a crack. It wasn’t he really felt strongly about what she’d done.
“My cousin was the conductor on that train. His mother called mine and she called me. There is nothing like having two really grown black women pressing you for information you don’t have. It is the definition of pressure. You saved not only the passengers on that train but the conductor as well. "
Shaking his head he leaned back giving her more space to really see him and his sincerity. “Good one.” He said. “You almost had me… You still didn’t answer the question of why you are on RIPT?”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 27, 2014 18:24:30 GMT
Hearing the conductor was family made her eyes widen and she for a moment was speachless it made it very personal and even more important to her that her job got done then. She nodded but then tried not to smile bout the personality thing" Try a black gramma and a spanish mom"
She shook her head man that had been some mess. Monica thought she had answered him but then thought more" honestly what good was my aura ability doing me in sex crimes or any where else..I can see these things because I need to and the place that it actually does me any sort of good is here. I saved lives that day great but think about how many more I can if Im using my gift for the right kind of cases like rouge were attacks or kidnappers who just happen to be supes. Other cops would shoot first see justice done later when it comes to someone furry or undead"
Finally returning to eating this was the longest uninterrupted food and conversation shed had in a while save a man she kept thinking about who technically was male but not a man persay. That made her smile some but shaking it out of her head as she ate half of her food and got a box for the rest because she had a hunch lunch wouldn't last much longer and we all knew what her hunches were like.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 27, 2014 19:08:17 GMT
That brought a chuckle of recognition to Matts side of the table. He raised his hand before she could take offense." My first girlfriend was Puerto Rican…My mother had a fit. Especially when she turned up pregnant. Seems while I had been head over heels with my nose open she had other things open. Its funny we still talk every now and again her son even wears my old number on the varsity team."
He shook his head at the irony of things." So you can see auras? Must be great when knowing whose spitting on your food at Clown’s." Her being special made sense for her being on RPIT hell the team had a witch, a practicing houngan, and a priest little wonder that there would be other preternaturally inclined folks. It made him immediately aware as to how much more difficult his job was without any legs up. But he had his faith, his gun and his street smarts. If that wasn’t enough then nothing truly ever would be.
Thinking as he dug back into his sandwich he wondered why he wasn’t more plussed at being told she could see invisible energy emantaions. Did that mean he was more burned out than he knew or was he simply more practical than others. He bet the far on the latter. “Oh…”He said sitting down the remainder of his sandwich snatching the napkin and wiping his hands. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out his phone bringing up the email he’d gotten. “Before I forget take a look at this… Seems some enterprising deadhead has branched out to dealing coke, laced with vamp blood.” It was a single death but the implications when it came to party drugs was hugely vast. One death meant there were at least twenty to fifty who didn’t and if that many partiers knew about the high possible that actually meant a hundred or more knew of the drug. The potential fallout was too great to fathom. Of course the brass wouldn’t officially get involved until the body count was high enough to attract public scrutiny. By then it would be closer to trying to use a Barney band-aid to stop arterial bleeding.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 27, 2014 22:00:22 GMT
Yep empathy strikes again, taking his phone she scanned it and groaned giving it back then looked at him" How much do you know about vamps?"
She waited for a bit because every one shed ever met would never not even for butt loads of cash would sit idle as its blood was taken for something so trivial especially because they needed blood to live. So who ever was manufacturing had to have some vamps some where draining them slow or draining and sun exposing because so far she hadn't had any body calls and as far as she knew the master of the city hadn't contacted them. Not that he would right away any how most vampires liked to handle things themselves which was worse because then there were more bodies.
Taking a deep breath, and blowing it out this wasn't good and now she would need to make a phone call or find a way to let a certain some one know she needed to talk to him because his ears would be better attuned to such dealings." This has potential to get really bad really quick Im sure you understand"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 27, 2014 23:56:15 GMT
He considered how tightlipped she’d gotten while looking at his phone. She wanted or felt the need to say something she didn’t want to say to him. It was good that she was more wrapped up in her own thoughts. The information was from a friend in the county morgues office. Him having information was one thing a copy of the file was another. The County seal was still partially visible in the corner. Ah well in for a penny in for a pound. He’d take his lumps if she ratted him out. "About as most cops maybe a little more? They don’t hide what they can do nearly as much when they aren’t worried about offending white bread America."
He knew how bad things could go from having done his tour with Narco. Nonmagical drugs were problem enough without wrapping the drug trade up in the promise of near immortality. He was sure that if she was as good as the commendation suggested that she knew so as well. Problem being it wasn’t there case. It wasn’t even officially a violent crime. Officially it was simply an overdose. Unofficially Matts friend was worried as to what it would mean. He was right to be worried. There were a lot of angles to cover in even thinking of chasing down the genie in the bottle on this one.
" I do. I also know that 1PP won’t get involved as there isn’t even an official body count."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 28, 2014 4:37:02 GMT
She had to trust sometime looking at him and slowly letting her shield down she could see his aura was blue with red streaks and some hazy purples, what she expected the blue was calm and steady in shade the red was passion the purple was some one who kept secrets or had a very strong conscious and he had both. She nodded then spoke again." its like this vampires would not willingly give enough blood to have this happen so we better hope this was a test run or isolated because if it happens grand scale the masters will hear of it and humans bodies will hit the ground until it stops. Either way we'd be dragged into it and there would be unneeded deaths so bad really bad."
Scrubbing at her face then getting her things, lunch was over but they would have time to talk on the way back leaving cash not asking him if he wanted to go halves. She kissed momma lin on the cheek and pinched her arm on the way out the door waiting out side for him. She'd now definitely need to make a few calls and see if her friends in any of the other cities were having this issue.
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