Tony
Human
Departed
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
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Post by Tony on May 7, 2007 18:25:48 GMT
He tightened his fists as he stood by the door, using the monition to disguise the fact his hands were shaking slightly, his breathing becoming more and more erratic the longer he stood there. The room was just too small, there was no getting around that fact. It was too small and there were far too many people in it for Tony’s comfort.
The CSI gave a short nod to everyone else, offering Mike a tight smile as he moved ahead of him and pulled the door open. Tony knew that his impending panic attack had been noticed and quietly cut off, something he was very grateful for – the last thing he wanted was for anyone to point out he was on the brink of hyperventilating although hopefully once they got out into the fresh air of the parking lot it would fade. He very deliberately didn’t think of having to get into an even smaller space, Mike’s car.
Continued in: Station Parking Lot with Mike, Tasha and Roxie
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
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Post by Ophelia on May 8, 2007 1:16:11 GMT
"Reap the rewards and retire from all this?" Phee asked over her shoulder, she paused dramatically with one hand reaching for the filtered coffee and the other holding her empty mug, her face was serious; "Oh, wait, we've been down this route; ring, married to the job, yadda yadda."
The blonde gestured with her mug blandly, rolling her eyes as if it was all part of the big routine that was their partnership. LA was the only place she had experienced life as a Detective, therefore neither really had much to compare life in the LAPD against, not that t crossed her mind often. Soon enough she smiled away her deadpan and set her mug down and started to top up the bowl like ceramic piece of crockery. "Coffee smells good this morning, or is it just me? Is my brain deprived?"
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
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Post by Glenn on May 12, 2007 21:29:33 GMT
“Haha.” Glenn deadpanned, smiling afterwards, shrugging his shoulders. “Making our reputations and fortunes from some kind of game probably wouldn’t be the best idea anyway.” He had rinsed out his mug and set it down beside Phee as he turned to regard the room. The amount of occupants had dropped quite a bit in the space of a few seconds, he noticed. The CSIs were no longer lingering by the door, having taken their leave now, and the new arrival, a Texan from the sound of him, had just slipped out with his partner.
“You’re just going crazy. It’s sad, but it was an inevitability in our line of work,” he told his partner, his back to the counter as he stood beside her. “The likelihood of the coffee being in any way good in this place is, well, practically non-existent. So there’s no other explanation. I hate to be the bearer of bad news.”
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
Posts: 39
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Post by Ophelia on May 13, 2007 23:26:33 GMT
Drinkable had two connotations in Phee's books; liquid and taste. It looked liquid enough to drink, so therefore taste was the issue. She nodded and smiled congenially to the Texan... who she assumed was new from the conversation snippets she'd picked up, and then her attention was back with the coffee. She squinted at the pot sceptically as she unhooked it from its 'dock', "You say that with such disdain," she said to Glenn, "I think we'd make pretty good big time... game...uh, moguls. Or whatever the term is these days..."
She brought the coffee pot up to her nose and sniffed the steam that was emanating from the spout "Huh." She lifted and eyebrow, "It doesn't smell like crap. The taste... we'll have to see..." with that little pearl of wisdom out of the way the blonde detective started to pour out two mugs of coffee, glancing at her partner as she did so.
"And if my mental sanity's going down the drain then I'm taking yours with me. We'll be this senile pair of Vice cops, drooling and poking our perps with breadsticks..." she sighed 'dramatically', as if it was all inevitable.
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
Posts: 41
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Post by Glenn on May 14, 2007 20:39:38 GMT
“Moguls?” Glenn grinned. “I’m writing that on the calendar. You said moguls. Priceless.” He laughed at her disapproving expression, shaking his head in apparent amusement as he sighed. Soon, it would be back to work, and back to the grind of their jobs, but it was what they lived for; not just Phee and himself, but everyone who came in and out of this room at any point during the day. They were cops, some of them born and bred, some of them by choice and drive; it didn’t matter. It was who they were.
“Drooling?” The older detective lifted a brow, his smirk crooked but entertained. “Undesirable body functions aside, you should know full well by now that you can’t take my sanity down with you, because mine’s been gone for years. Or at least degrading. Anyway, it’s too far gone, so your work here is already done.”
To anyone outside the two, the conversation would no doubt sound disjointed and even downright bizarre, but really, that was how Glenn liked it. Uniqueness wasn’t something he had always had, given his past, but now that he had his own defined identity, he was determined to keep it, and keep it as common knowledge, no matter how ‘weird’ that made him seem to those outside their department.
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Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
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Post by Simon on May 17, 2007 22:52:28 GMT
"Porter, mon ami, I think you've got the drooling down, too. I saw you fall asleep at your desk yesterday; I was afraid I'd have to use a life raft to wake you."
Despite being groggy, sore, and entirely too hungover for his own good, Simon Ducotel managed to be cheery and even playful. His hair was groomed, his shirt was perfectly creased, and the charcoal grey slacks hung just so down his legs, brushing the tops of his polished boots. His blazer had been abandoned at his desk and as he came into the break room for his caffienated pick-me-up, he was rolling up his sleeves and smiling at his fellow vice detectives and the departing CSI. He just hoped that Glenn wouldn't feel the need to retaliate -- he wasn't sure how his reflexes were this morning.
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
Posts: 39
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Post by Ophelia on May 19, 2007 0:26:08 GMT
Phee looked over her shoulder as one Simon Ducotel entered; she winced as he spoke and butted in before her partner could open his mouth, possibly something that could be counted as rude or abrasive in her voice and expression but... that was Ophelia sometimes. Her sense of humour could be down right coarse from time to time. "At least you don't have to work opposite the Porter Falls," she jibed, nudging Glenn with her elbow as she did so. She liked Simon, she was glad he and his partner were part of Team Vice, so to speak, they were good guys whom she was happy to call friends as well as colleagues.
She held up the coffee pot, "Liquid crap?" she asked with a morning-television-cheese smile and a tilt of her head.
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Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
Posts: 14
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Post by Simon on May 19, 2007 2:19:53 GMT
"Mmmm," Simon gave a 'delighted' little hum and snatched a mug from the drying rack. "My favorite. Around here, coffee is only coffee if you're still crunching on the grounds as you drink."
There were, of course, a precious few that could actually brew up a good pot of java and Simon sure as hell wasn't one of 'em. They all seemed to be CSIs actually; probably had something to do with their insane scientific genius, or they were just more careful about what went into the percolater. Smart folks, those CSIs. A little squirrelly, maybe, but damned smart.
"We got cream and sugar? That might make it more tolerable."
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
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Post by Glenn on May 22, 2007 22:59:48 GMT
There had been a small pile of napkins beside Glenn when Simon had arrived with his little barb, and the younger man had taken one and balled it up quickly before launching it at the darker-haired detective, eyes narrowing. He had decided, strategically, not to add any comment to the teasing, letting Simon and Phee quip back and forth and adding a dry, “Har har,” when they were done.
Glenn tossed a pack of sugar up into the air for Simon, smiling at him. “You’re too optimistic, Si’,” he said to the other man. “You think this stuff makes that stuff better? I wish I could see that kind of silver lining.”
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Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
Posts: 14
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Post by Simon on May 24, 2007 6:06:23 GMT
Glenn's napkin of doom was batted away with a grin, but Simon caught the sugar packet with a wink. "If you close your eyes and don't breathe through your nose, it's really not half bad," he quipped as Phee poured him a mugful. She received a warm smile when she'd filled his cup. "Mercí, mon ami."
Unfortunately, as he sipped the caustic liquid, he was fairly sure he could feel his esophogus corroding. Oh well. At least he'd die while he was still pretty. The detective pulled a face, then sighed, "Can we go home yet?"
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
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Post by Ophelia on May 27, 2007 23:27:24 GMT
Phee smiled slightly at the thanks before returning the pot to the bottom of the filter and scooped up her own mug, taking a sip and making a faces as she turned around form the counter to lean against it beside her partner, "Too good to lump it with the rest of us schmucks huh?" she parried, obviously joking and knowing Simon would know that. She reached behind herself and pulling a sugar packet out which she proceeded to shake rapidly to get the white granules all moved down to one end.
"After what happened in Homicide last night I'm thinking that we're all gonna be stuck here for hours. United front and all that," she mused aloud, sounding like she didn't relish the thought all that much.
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
Posts: 41
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Post by Glenn on May 29, 2007 19:51:10 GMT
For the time being, Glenn ignored his own mug, giving it time to cool so he wouldn’t scold himself on the, as Phee had put it, ‘liquid crap’. Honestly, he wasn’t looking forward to drinking it at all when the time came, but the kick of caffeine it would undoubtedly provide, no matter how temporary, was one he needed. There was nothing stopping him from heading out to get takeout coffee for him and Phee, except for the paperwork that was waiting for him back on his desk; it wouldn’t handle itself.
“Mmm, long days…” Glenn sighed, looking down at his hands, wondering when he had picked up the stirrer, and just how long he had been toying with it. “You know we all love them,” he quipped with a lazy degree of sarcasm, glancing from his partner to other detective in front of them. But Ophelia was right. The station and all its departments would be presenting a unified front, and really, Glenn had absolutely no problem with that; it was a reminder of why he loved his job, and the camaraderie that went right along with it.
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Simon
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
I won't stir up the past, I won't look back...
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Post by Simon on Jun 2, 2007 0:36:28 GMT
Simon nursed the battery-acid brew with a small smile over the rim of his mug. Of course, he wasn't against showing support for the Riveras. They were two of the best cops in their department, and Simon liked them both. They were good people, and resillient to boot, so they would hopefully be back on the job soon.
"Well, it could be worse," the Frenchman quipped dully. "We could be on yet another stake-out."
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Glenn
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real.
Posts: 41
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Post by Glenn on Jun 6, 2007 20:26:57 GMT
The Riveras weren’t renowned or infamous or anything equally as glamorous, and in fact none of the cops at the Central Community Station were regarded in such a fashion, but they were well known, for their own reasons; Glenn had once heard a rookie assume they were married because of their shared surname, and had laughed when the kid’s much older, much wiser partner had cuffed him upside the back of the head and pointed out the sibling similarities. There weren’t many siblings together on the force, after all, which was what surprised some people about them, Glenn supposed.
“Ah, see, but stakeouts come with bad doughnuts and even worse jokes and hours.” Glenn paused, realising his statement had rather gone down the pan, correction-wise. “That was meant to be a good thing, and I can’t remember why.”
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Ophelia
Human
LAPD Detective: Vice
Run 'round the town singing your blues, I know you ain't going anywhere.
Posts: 39
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Post by Ophelia on Jun 9, 2007 20:28:11 GMT
"You can't remember because you have a caffeine deficiency in your brain," Phee responded, nodding knowingly and narrowing her eyes over the rim of her own mug, "Chin-chin." She raised her ceramic, chipped mug like a toast and then took a healthy swallow of the 'fresh' liquid within. She didn;t know the Riveras that well herself, Kath' a little better than Marcus thanks to that whole 'female-cop' thing. They had some basic stuff in common.
She winced slightly either from the heat or the taste, or maybe the heat was affecting the taste but either way she looked up with a grimace towards Simon "You chained Romano to the desk already?" she asked regarding the other detective's absent partner idly.
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