I’m Not saying I’m Telling; Monica

[Wyetta Grim]

She growled her annoyance attempting to swallow it down so she didn’t have a flare up. She envisioned the calm cool sea at low tide. She pictured a serene warm place free and f worries and troubles. She focused on the walls around her high strong and impenetrable. All of the mental metaphysical honing she’d learned from Leo and his friends. They helped but she knew she had less than a few moments before things internally were unmanageable.

She took off running for the intersex restrooms. She catch flack but they were considerably more secluded than any of the others. They were still rife with cast off echoes and tremors but she could at least purify as much as she could before her episode hit. Gritting her teeth she swung by her desk gathering her things. Her hands already shaking.


She’d never really gotten along with Davis. Her becoming a Fed hadn’t helped. But her friends were Leo’s friends and that made her a very removed friend by extension. She knew that the Brass had trotted her out when she was on the force as a golden child. She knew they still occasionally used her exemplary record as PR.


Which made what they were doing all the more wrong. The Office of Professional Standards we’re gathering intel and securing files. They cats a wide enough bet as to not raise hackles. Or at least that would have been the case but she unlike most aside from Leo could see beneath their actions. She felt and heard it clear as day. The OPS analyst that’d been dumped with the task of coming directly to RPIT hadn’t shields worth tissue paper and he was clumsy. Meaning he’d dropped his shit all over as she came in today.


She’d gotten his hate for the lycanthrope loving darling who’d not only left but continued aiding within monsters and being lazy about hiding her leanings.

While as a fed she was technically beyond OPS she due her time and being fast tracked was exploitable due a loophole. A very small one they had every intention of exploiting. When she liased on the case files of the lycanthrope robbery team they would have purview and her past actions while on the force could be used as current.


They were attempting to build a case that she was compromised and had been an agent for a nebulous criminal empire they’d been recently made aware of. Supposedly being fronted by an import export company with ties and affiliations to organized crime.

She was seething. Davis might have been many things but she wasn’t dirty. She knew this more than any truth. As such she knew it was a political hit-job as this was an election year the hands behind it could have been nearly anyone but if she could she would get to the bottom of it. For now however she needed to alert Davis to circle her wagons.

She dialed the Deputy Marshals number as she slipped in her earphones. Then busied herself scrubbing and cleansing the area as she waited on Davis to pick up.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Monica was on a consulting case in long island when her phone rang. It was a generic tone so she knew it was professional related. Her personal contacts all had special rings. Giving the detective closest to her a nod she stepped away and answered: " Deputy Marshal Davis speaking what can I do for you?"

Hearing the voice on the other side she was about to greet her but caught the tones in the other womans voice her hearing more heightened now " Something wrong Detective Grim? You sound a bit upset"

What ever it was Monica would do her best to help the other

[Wyetta Grim]

Wyetta had not expected such a quick response. Most cops let their lines ring long enough to verify the number not with only caller ID but sometimes even with a reverse number look up. Strangely enough it wasn’t ever because of some civilian that might be on the other end. It was to avoid, typically certain officers. As such she was not quite prepared when the Deputy Marshal picked up. Her anger while it had been the best focus of her abilities previously was the unmaking of the control she’d been managing. AS such the tremor was coming without stop. She was only the first layer into the cleansing. She had to speak quickly so she could focus more.



"Sorry. I uh butt-dialled you. But now that have you I was hoping, uh I know you are too busy to ever come down to the precinct. But I caught a lead that might lead back to one of your old cases. I could use your help and I feel bad to ask but as I think about it, I know you are too busy to come and lend a hand."



She stumbled and stopped over her words due the stress yes but also so that the Deputy Marshal had a chance to catch the very much unspoken direction. Don’t come back. Old issues being brought up. All but screaming like General Akbar that it was a trap.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Her well-maintained brow arched she was confused for a moment but the tension was clear. Head tilting tho the other couldn't see her she waited for a beat " so they gave you one of my old cases but I am to busy to come help and shouldn't come to try?"

This struck her as wrong because Grim knew she would make time to do what was needed to help even tho she wasn't a local anymore. So the fervor at which the other insisted she not come back to one PP had something settle in her gut and she had to try very hard to swallow the lionine rumble of anger that wanted to spill-free. Those assholes were trying to come for her head, after all, she had done. Well then if it was a war they wanted.

" Your right Detective Grim I am a very busy woman and will not be able to help you I am truly sorry to say I'm also sorry they are sticking you with old work of mine you won't have much to do I was pretty thorough"

Hoping the message was clear that if the woman could get her self and henrys clear of this it would be their best bet. She knew Samuel would be feeling her ire and calling or texting her soon to see what was wrong. She also had lead on the scene she was at staring at his watch which was irritating but pointed.

[Wyetta Grim]

Wyetta paused herself forcing calm to filter through her long enough. She knew as matter of cause they’d pull Davis’ phone records. Meaning this call would be on their radar. They due the network all of the officers were on might even be able to pull audio depending on how soon they did so. As such she had to insure that Davis had the gist of things without her ever actually saying so directly. Plausible deniability provably so. " Yeah? Heard that about you but the proof of the pudding is in the tasting. And perception anything can seem one thing with the right microscope. Anyway thanks. I have to finish a few things Deputy Marshal be safe out there.”



The moment she finished ended the call she forced a few cleansing breaths. It helped just enough so that she was able to power through. Even as the tremors started rippling outwards. Meaning that while she’d managed to cleanse the area but she managed to unfortunately been too open. Her anger had opened a portion of her shielding. She’d learned however instead of fighting the wave of information to dive down and grasp as many actual facts as she could to analyze them. Holding on to specific moments was akin to turning into a skid. Taking control by giving it away.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Right she was Grim, the proof was in the taste and if they decided to spin the narritive on her with enough fake proof or doctored truth it would taste sour and bitter. She said no more as the other hung up and took a few deep cleansing breaths. Switching to her secure phone the one that Samuel provided her for pride and private concerns that went through so much filtering and redirection it was paranoid. Smart now tho, texting her husband " Seems the organ grinders of my past wish to get a new monkey and throw this one under the bus. I'll be home soon as I can"

Phones tucked away she walked to the scene lead and apologized making some mention of the twins and the sitting needing confirmation of something. Knowing that he didn't care so he wouldn't remember her reasoning if asked. She now had to behave as if they were already listening in and setting up her fall. Monica would not let them know they had been outted and behave in public for all the world like the patsy they thought she would be. the good cop that just got a little confused ao to which side she was on, yeah that's how they could paint it.

So they wouldn't look like monsters for coming for her the once darling of one pp. It would be a slow change of minds and hearts so that eventually people would doubt her and trust nothing she had ever done then she would be burned at the stake figuratively. Smiling to her self this had been something she and Samuel had planned for somewhat the day she would need to cut ties maybe totally with being a intrument of the law.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

He looked form the screen of the tablet that had been modified several dozens of a dozen time to insure its non-exploitability and his phone screen. Sighing he finally closed the tablet ending his focused watching of the twins. Picking up his phone he sent his reply. They knew this was an eventuality. And to that ends they had talked and discussed ad nauseum the many potential steps they could take to minimize the efforts that might be taken against her. "Sausage it is. Enoteca’s…"



As he sent the text he stood moved towards his coat rack and dressed for the drive out to Staten. They’d have an early dinner while the twins wound down and would drive home together. They would also discuss which of the numerus plans they’d laid would be enacted. He was of a mind to set a few fires and see which rats ran for the exits. Partially due his boredom with managing the transfer of official active leadership of Exauda to Abel while taking a more advisory role. His in-effect retirement from the day to day. Planned out as it was required quite a few additional steps that sowed the actual transfer. It was one of the few places their paranoia in keeping as many closed circles closed as possible and insuring the inability of information to escape. That meant now the testing ad refortifying several additional levels to be built or fortified so as to facilitate a cadre of sub level management. In other words boring mind numbingly dull rigorous testing and retesting to insure each candidate was worth the time and effort.



This divergence was appalled though he was to admit it enlivening. Waging a shadow war against the entirety of the NYPD intelligence. Playing pawns he had in place for years and potentially ending would be rivals to the Exauda all in one fell swoop. He salivated the chance to clear her of the maze like tentacles of law enforcement. Though a very small portion of him was undecided what an unleashed version of his Detective would be like.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Monica felt the reply and would check it when no one was looking but then for the moment, she focused on the tracks in front of her it was originally thought to be a rouge ghoul pack killing and eating smaller animals. Several cats and smaller dogs and even a rabbit hut had been hit on the outskirts. It didn't feel right for that tho from what she was seeing and it didn't smell like grave to her. It smelled like canid but she couldn't tell them that's what it smelled like. Her sense of smell wasn't meant to be that good.

She caught a break when she noticed a tuft of fur under one of the claws of an unfortunate catch. Seems the cat had fought back and tagged its savager. " We got fur. Ghouls don't have fur feels like dog hair but its a weird pattern"

Bagging the fur she stood but then a chill went down her spine they were being watched. " I have a really bad feling everybody close ranks please and keep eye line with each other" No sooner had she got the reply from the others and noticed they were going to group up a scream rent the air and growling noises. Cursing softly she raced for the sound and stopped short as a pack of African wild dogs was currently attempting to drag off and eat one of the unis. Well, that was new how the hell? She did the only thing she could think of and fired up into the sky which startled them and they let him go. Then the rest of the cops on the scene rushed them and they scattered. " Don't let them corner you get Holmes to safety and call animal control to ask them for the big cages we gotta try to herd them into an enclosed space "

Noticing that a few had collars? Pets? People were rediculous and someone had some serious explaining to do when they caught them. about an hour later they had all but three caged and sedated having had to kill one and two having ran off. She would leave that to the onsite cops this was no longer in her purview as a non- paranormal case. " On my way" texting Samuel in the car and bee-lining it to Enoteca. Parking she noticed his car knowing what to look for and went in. Looking a little tired and no worse for wear but he would understand. " you would not believe what I just had to chase"

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Rising as she entered he met her half way to the table. A kiss at the corner of her mouth and ritualized scanning of her shadow. It was force of habit. He knew she was wary and practiced at insuring she was in fact not followed. They’d danced in circles that made it a necessity for so long that it was like breathing for them.

Enoteca was one of the restaurants they didn’t frequent often but enjoyed due it’s easy lines of sight and very open floor plan. It assured them privacy enough and clear lines all about them. Not to mention it was one of the few places where they served shit in shingle to the very exacting standards of her fathers recipe.

Sliding her chair one handed as he eased her overcoat from her. She’d had the coat for years and it’s make was of significant quality. Though now she always wore it open as it managed to make her too hot at times. Sliding her chair in he sat saying, “Oh? I can imagine.” He slid his open phone across the table showing the message Abel had sent from one of the Saudi mafiosos complaining someone had made off with his vampire blood laced Dhole packs. He was asking for a refund due delivery having been made but his driver being intercepted and the nine of them taken with the tenth killed.

It was always a special order retrieving specialty guard dogs of such rarity and had taken three months of securing. Now the client was out of his guard dogs and money. Abel was suggesting insuring the man was out of his life as well. Abel was sure that it was one of the mans employees who’d worked counter to their arrangements if not the man himself. Dholes were not the largest bred but they were incredibly vicious and territorial. They even by dint of their ferocity hunted tigers in packs. As such Abel was sure the man despite precautions had allowed negligence to undo him and now was attempting to cover his tracks and maybe make a profit.

Samuel found the matter tedious. And offensive in either put forth notion the Exauda was in the clear for responsibility yet this pampered mollycoddled entitled child was seeking to besmirch their name. If he had done his homework and knew of them truly instead of being a referral he would know that was a horrible tact to take with them. It was tiring mentally as an example had to be made before he attempted a larger show of impugning them yet they also needed to not create a vacuum.

“ How in fact has your day gone ?” He asked keeping things relatively light as the waitress came to take their order for appetizers. He’d already put an order in for their zambrusca which would work it’s earthy charm towards removing a layer of the days stress.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Rising as she entered he met her half way to the table. A kiss at the corner of her mouth and ritualized scanning of her shadow. It was force of habit. He knew she was wary and practiced at insuring she was in fact not followed. They’d danced in circles that made it a necessity for so long that it was like breathing for them.

Enoteca was one of the restaurants they didn’t frequent often but enjoyed due it’s easy lines of sight and very open floor plan. It assured them privacy enough and clear lines all about them. Not to mention it was one of the few places where they served shit in shingle to the very exacting standards of her fathers recipe.

Sliding her chair one handed as he eased her overcoat from her. She’d had the coat for years and it’s make was of significant quality. Though now she always wore it open as it managed to make her too hot at times. Sliding her chair in he sat saying, “Oh? I can imagine.” He slid his open phone across the table showing the message Abel had sent from one of the Saudi mafiosos complaining someone had made off with his vampire blood laced Dhole packs. He was asking for a refund due delivery having been made but his driver being intercepted and the nine of them taken with the tenth killed.

It was always a special order retrieving specialty guard dogs of such rarity and had taken three months of securing. Now the client was out of his guard dogs and money. Abel was suggesting insuring the man was out of his life as well. Abel was sure that it was one of the mans employees who’d worked counter to their arrangements if not the man himself. Dholes were not the largest bred but they were incredibly vicious and territorial. They even by dint of their ferocity hunted tigers in packs. As such Abel was sure the man despite precautions had allowed negligence to undo him and now was attempting to cover his tracks and maybe make a profit.

Samuel found the matter tedious. And offensive in either put forth notion the Exauda was in the clear for responsibility yet this pampered mollycoddled entitled child was seeking to besmirch their name. If he had done his homework and knew of them truly instead of being a referral he would know that was a horrible tact to take with them. It was tiring mentally as an example had to be made before he attempted a larger show of impugning them yet they also needed to not create a vacuum.

“ How in fact has your day gone ?” He asked keeping things relatively light as the waitress came to take their order for appetizers. He’d already put an order in for their zambrusca which would work it’s earthy charm towards removing a layer of the days stress.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Taking the kiss she smiled then sitting her brows knit as she saw the phone but then reading it quickly she face palmed " Well if he really wants them he can come forward with animal control and pay the fine for keeping exotics and not containing them properly we had to kill one and two scattered when i was there but they would have caught them by now. One of the uni's was seriously mauled so there will also probably be restitution there"

She shrugged wasn't her problem as far a the cop part went, but since she was the wife of the head of the company that had ordered the creatures and he was stirring issues that were more her purvue" if he doesn't come for them they will most likely be put down as they are too vicious to rehome or train otherwise"

Letting him order for them as per usual, it was funny to think on it now as when they first started she would almost fight him tooth and nail over such triviality and attempt to assert her independence to the fault of oftentimes asking for separate checks which most of the time failed. Now his money was hers and hers his they were a unit." Well it was normal until that call seems as if they are looking for a scapegoat and since its election time what better way to get the city to change hands then to take down a symbol of the old regime?"

There were others they could have come for but those might be a bit harder to frame then she was. Tho they would learn fairly quickly that she was no mark and would see them burn before her. This was it a decade plus on the force and in law enforcement and now to have to step out almost certainly. What would she even do with her self? Being a housewife was not for her she would lose her mind with nothing to do except ferry the twins to activities when they were older. Taking a deep breath, truly tired. Maybe she could step into private sector consulting and do the marshal thing on an as needed base like when they deputized people in emergencies.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

As the waiter took their order leaving quickly to return with their drinks and appetizers Samuel raised his glass offering a toast to things to come. Without meaning to Monica had provided a two for one stone answer. That would shore up the Mafioso and leave a thread to pull that could distract. It would be perilously close to a full bore assault on the PD and would require timing. He smiled as the appetizers hit the table finally leaving his hem alone until the peremptory check-in just before their entrees arrived.

“The Chicago detective you were telling me about is he good or just gifted?”
Gifted alone would be better but good as well could work. A bone tossed in his direction as the dholes while not specifically RPIT would lead to the forced transformation of a vampire and former war criminal. While he would normally not burn a source provider this was in fact war.

Monica not in law enforcement or more specifically he run out versus choosing a leave would not work for either of them. The scandal of the attempt however could very well be the catalyst she needed to step away from full time work. He understood the Marshals especially for the Preternatural division offered an as needed station. Meaning her day to day could be as light as she chose and or she could enter private work.

Eliachem has a thriving business of private security. He was sure the work would be comparable.

“I only ask as RPIT is just low enough in esteem that a win without you. Would definitely shake up their obvious plans. Arranging a need for them to follow up on the Dholes shouldn’t be too difficult as there are tests they need to run on the canids correct?”

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Sipping the drink that could no longer get her drunk but would be just enough for flavor and mello taking a bite of the food she mewled softly in pleasure. Then catching his question she thought " He is very gifted and almost a little too good if you really want to know but easily distracted with things that prove that cops aren't what people think of them. He wants to be that ..un corruptable cop"

She smirked as mostly she was what was considered a clean cop and even she had dark marks on her soul for things done on the force. Taking another sip and bite " Well after the fiasco that was the escaped wolf they could use a bolster and yes they will do lab work for the dogs to make sure they aren't carrying some rare problematic disease and once anything unusual comes up they might be called in. It's too small potatoes to get me back involved as the only reason they called me in the first is they thought ghouls."

She sighed " So I guess this is it hmm? My last week or more as a full-time law enforcement officer need to go to as needed and private sector.. Least Ill have more times with the twins"

She was a little saddened by this she had always been a cop it felt like but now what? Granted she was other things now a mom a wife a Regina but she had seen her self saving catastrophy retiring from the force a long time from now.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

As she spoke confirming a few things they’d talked of in the loosest of senses. He waited until their waiter came gain checking on the meal so far before diving right in as he and she scanned the crowd. "This doesn’t have to be the end of your career. And it definitely can not be on their terms. We’ve talked yes but in the end the decision is yours and yours alone. For you I would burn down the city and every uniformed officer in it. At your say I will unleash a hell that will…” Pausing he spared a smile. “ What I mean is for years Abel and I have been targeting the New York Police department here and abroad. Focusing increasingly on the recruits and first years. We have a significant foothold both directly and through years of gathered surveillance. I need only one thing from you my beautiful wife and that’s simply to say whether we are going to war.”

And there it was her say would be telling. It would deign their course of action. All out war clandestinely across the entirety of the city or a simple targeted action as in truth even with the NYPD Internal affairs attempt a political hit against her character, they were insulated enough that the storm could be weathered. He would not enjoy allowing anyone to strike out at her but the say the decision was hers in the now. Once they drew blood however all bets were off. He preferred decisive action versus reaction but in this as this was her life and head brought them together he would acquiesce.

AS for the timing of things it was actually fortuitous as he and Abel were scrubbing the books wiping most traces of him being anything more than a figure head out of existence. Even as careful and planned as there were there was always a few debits in the ledger that needed payment.

Reaching across the table he rested his hand against hers. Meeting her eyes he nodded that everything would work out as she willed it and then some. Giving her a moment he withdrew and tucked into his plate taking a small sip and waited.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

He pulled a smile from her despite her lean into melancholy, shaking her head" No it's ok we knew it was only a matter of time but I had hoped they would know better after all I had done... lesson learned and I won't let them make me look a fool. I don't want grim or henrys caught in it but the rest can go hang"

She was pulling the trigger but needed to find a way to ease out without triggering her superior because bash was like a human bs detector tho lately he had seemed to be a bit more hands-off. It would shape up in the next few days." I owe her any way she called to talk"

The emphasis on the last word would make sure he got that she was the one who tipped Monica off in a manner without directly doing so. Taking a bite of dinner she almost sighed with happiness. Wiggling pleased she chewed and lifted her drink to him" So to the paths to come and the shutting of unnecessary doors"