Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Jan 12, 2007 3:04:15 GMT
Her previously mentioned perceptive skills kicked in under the radar with Marcus' slight tensing at the mention of her husband. It helped her that she knew he hated the guy, well in all honesty she didn't much like him either, but she had known there would be some sort of physical response there. She looked away and there was a pregnant pause in the conversation as she slipped into thought and a quieter, less guarded tone of voice, "Nah, he didn't say anything. Not until I was leaving." She said slowly.
In truth scheduling their meetings with lawyers when both of them weren't working or exhausted from working had been a real chore over the past month and Greg had rescheduled three times already over the last two weeks. It was starting to get to her, starting to wear on her mind a little. But Katherine being Katherine she kept on going and didn't allow it to be an issue. She looked back down into the box on her lap and raised it again, picking up the chopsticks, "He was with his girlfriend so I'm thinking I was the last thing on his mind, Marc'."
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 12, 2007 3:32:00 GMT
Marcus had disliked Gregory the second he’d laid eyes on him. There had been a barely-veiled arrogance to the man that had instantly ruffled the younger Rivera’s feathers, and frankly, though it seemed immature, Marcus had always hated the fact that the guy was taller than him. Add onto that the fact that the man was a shrink, and it was a recipe for hatred, really. Plain and simple. He had always wondered what their parents had thought of the man who had, if only for a short time, married into their family, but he half-suspected he already knew. Their mother, fiery as she was, was a protective sort, and though she tended to shield her youngest child more than her eldest, she was subtly wary of the man her daughter had introduced them to. Their father, on the other hand, while a gentler soul in general, wasn’t so good at being discreet; to-the-point questions and longer-than-necessary eye-contact… it all pointed to an instant suspicion. But then, Riveras had good instincts, Marcus had learned. Katherine’s had just been a little late off the mark when it came to her soon-to-be-ex-husband. He was just glad she’d finally come around.
Over the past two months, Marcus had encountered Gregory three times, twice of which had, thankfully, been alongside his sister. He’d squared his shoulders noticeably both times, and at least one fist had formed, and the two in proximity to one another was never a good idea in general; they almost always came to blows, literally, and Marcus admitted he was usually the one to try and make the first physical move. Gregory Palmer was more about mind-games and twisting words, which just grated on the younger Rivera’s nerves, which were already frayed when the psychiatrist was involved. Just once, he wanted to punch him in the face, to say he had.
To relieve a little of his irritation and tension, he took his chopsticks out of their paper, and snapped them clean apart from one another, saying afterwards, “Well the guy’s a jerk. The dumb blonde’s probably the only reason he keeps changin’ dates on you, Kath’. Someone’s gotta take her to all those fancy appointments of hers, after all.”
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Jan 12, 2007 3:56:15 GMT
It had always been a curiosity, she supposed, as to why she had 'fallen' for Greg in the first place and though she had been asked on several occasions by family members she had never given a reason. She always waved it off or changed the subject or even left the room on occasion, especially at home with the Rivera Family en masse; it was up there with questions as to the reason for the divorce. It was also no secret that none of her family had really warmed to him, some had been more vocal about it than others and Kath' looked back with a slight cringe on some of the arguments she and Marcus had gotten into over it. But whether her family had liked it or not, Katherine knew that at some point she had loved the guy. Or she had thought she did. Thinking about it too much hurt her head so she turned her attention back to her food, she jabbed the chopsticks into it with her right hand.
"Don't be childish Marc'." she mildly scolded only half serious but obviously annoyed and continuing to stab into the contents of her box as if it were a form of effective stress release. If she was a better person she would have given the girl he was dating the benefit of the doubt. But she wasn't a better person. She was just a person. An angry, divorcee who's husband had been unfaithful with Miss America. She sighed, "I'm sure they're perfect for each other. He's a robot. She's ninety-percent silicon... match made in Heaven if you ask me."
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 12, 2007 4:09:11 GMT
Her brother had never understood it. Greg, to put it simply, was an ass, and Marcus had told the man that, to his face, on more than one occasion. And once at the Rivera family dinner table one evening, as well. Of course, he’d had to excuse himself after that to save his mother from having to cover for him, and he’d paid for it later; Kath’, at the time, had actually liked Greg… enough to defend him anyway, which had only made the bastard’s arrogance worse. He’d always enjoyed rubbing Marcus’ nose in it; the fact that he had married Katherine was like a triumph over his wife’s brother, and he had taken every opportunity to remind the younger man of that fact. Whatever the reasons for his sister ever falling for the man, they were in the past now, and thankfully, out of their lives… well… almost. The divorce wasn’t final yet. Marcus would feel a lot better when he knew Katherine was free of the smug idiot altogether.
Snagging a box of noodles from the assortment, he popped open the lid, and allowed himself a short-lived smile at Kath’s chide, knowing it was only partly serious. It was his job as the younger brother to be a brat, and he had a reputation to uphold. But honestly, he didn’t want to actually upset her about the subject, as touchy as it was already.
At her equally immature barb about the pair, Marcus had to laugh, smiling boyishly, genuinely amused. Occasionally, she could come out with a classic joke; he would have to remember that one. “Now who’s being childish?” he remarked lightly, raising his brows as he rested his elbows on a clear patch of desk, before poking his chopsticks into the box he held.
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Jan 12, 2007 21:22:56 GMT
She rolled her eyes as a reply, but was smiling a little to herself as Marcus laughed and then pointed out her own lack of maturity on the subject. It had been a cheap shot she supposed and she already wasn't even as mad as she had been when she'd made it a few moments ago. The marriage had been long over by the time Greg had strayed; at least she thought it had been. She supposed she would never really know for sure but if she allowed such thoughts now she knew she'd never get rid of them. The detective dragged her brain into the present and sat back; chewing a mouthful of almost too hot chow mein she looked at her brother thoughtfully, swallowing.
"The burning carcass of my marriage aside, what're you an' Wiles so stuck on?" she asked, regarding the paperwork they were obviously trying to work through. It was a rather obvious change in gears but she was simply too tired to get into any sort of 'deep' conversation about her marriage, or lack thereof or any of the strings that came attached to it.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 13, 2007 20:09:20 GMT
Cheap shot or not, it had amused her brother, and obviously so. He was still shaking his head and smiling to himself when the conversation moved along, but that didn’t mean he’d forgotten her low blow about Greg’s new ‘toy’, as Marcus called her. He was busy fighting with a length of noodle when she asked him the question, and setting the box down for a moment before he made a mess with the food inside, he nudged a bulging folder with his finger.
“Same thing we’ve been working on all week. Y’know, that bizarre thing with too much evidence.” He looked to his sister, wishing he had her sharp instincts; his own never seemed to compare. “We’ve got four different suspects on different connections, but nothing concrete, and even the CSIs can’t point the finger firmly in one direction.” And quite frankly, it was starting to drive him up the wall. He hated too much confusion and complication.
With a shrug, he snagged his box again, managing to get himself some noodles and after chewing on them and swallowing the mouthful, he looked at her again. “But oh well, right?” It was obvious he didn’t really mean it, as his eyes turned down into the box again; Marcus couldn’t not care about a case if his life depended on it, and if anyone knew that, it was Katherine.
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Jan 14, 2007 19:12:59 GMT
Katherine listened to her brother, glanced at the file and nodded as she cottoned onto the case he was talking about. It was one of the worst things about the job, when you knew you probably had already interviewed the scum-bag and the evidence had stalled on you. It was like pin the tail on the freaking donkey at times and usually it was no one's fault either. Things just happened that way. It didn't stop it from being frustrating and as Kath listened to Marcus she knew it had gotten to him, his 'Oh well' was a little too offhanded to be convincing to his sister, she knew that he threw himself heart and soul into his cases at times and she quirked an eyebrow.
She swallowed a mouthful of food, "'All their stories check out?" she asked, a generic question. She hadn't really kept up with the case; it was Marcus' and his partner's after all, not hers, and as much as she liked to keep an eye on him he was a damned fine cop in his own right and she simply didn't go as far as to stick her nose that far into his work. Nevertheless she couldn't deny her own curiosity and he probably expected her to pry into now that they were sitting there with the case file so close at hand. Sometimes she just couldn't help it, she liked to solve problems and the more complicated the better.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 14, 2007 21:31:08 GMT
“Yeah, they all check out.” Marcus sighed, and slouched back in his chair again, rooting around in the box again. Just as he was about to continue the conversation with his sister, with Wiles slowly making his way back to the desk with a now-full mug in his hand, the phone on his side of the desk rang suddenly. Frankly, he didn’t have the energy to be startled, settling for frustrated. “Dammit…”
Rocking forward in his chair, he set down the takeout box, and grabbed the receiver. “Rivera,” he acknowledged, realising the slight humour in that when his sister was sitting beside him, but he didn’t even have a chance to smirk; the caller’s message woke him up quickly, and he dug through the papers for his pen, balancing the phone between his shoulder and neck as he quickly jotted down what they were saying. Less than a minute later, he put the phone down, shouting to Wiles, “Coffee break’s over!”
“But I just—”
“We gotta go.” Marcus stood from his desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and pulling it on as he checked quickly that his sidearm was attached. He looked to Katherine as Wiles set down the mug and started to copy his partner. “Believe it or not, we’ve got what sounds like a homicide in a church. And the suspect’s still there.”
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
Posts: 79
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Post by Katherine on Jan 14, 2007 22:35:15 GMT
She was leaning back in her chair, digging around in her food and avoiding the slices of ginger that came with it, they were too spicy, as she was listening to Marcus. She was about to suggest some good tactics that could be applied for playing the suspects off one another in order to get some sort of desirable reaction towards helping the case along but the phone rang and she kept her mouth shut while he answered it, smiling to herself a little. Her face fell when she read her brother's reaction however, and she sat up a little bit straighter, senses alerted. She leaned forwards again, looking over the desk at what Marcus was writing and when the call ended she shadowed his movements; setting her chow mein down she picked up her jacket from behind herself and slipped her arms through the sleeves.
She had her Police issued Berretta in it's holster on her right hip, signed out at the end of her shift and she always carried her badge with her, usually in her back pocket if she was off duty. It wasn't a prideful thing it was simply that if she were to come across a volatile situation she wanted to know she had the badge with her, a confirmation of her status that she constantly had in reach.
"A Church?" she repeated, rather than questioned as she straightened out her leather jacket. The fact that the suspect would possibly still be there got her mind ticking over, the chance to grab this before it got out of hand was at the forefront of her mind. The press would have a field day with a homicide in a church, "Uniform on route?"
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 15, 2007 0:23:01 GMT
Ensuring his badge was in plain sight as opposed to hidden, clipped to his belt rather than in the pouch in his jacket — and for some reason, he’d brought his own leather one to work with him earlier that day as opposed to the usual cloth — Marcus looked to Katherine with a firm nod that sent a few black bangs of hair bouncing around his temples. “We’re meeting them there. You can ride with me and Wiles.” He knew there was no way his sister would stay behind, even when she was ‘off the clock’.
Already on the move, he glanced to Wiles, who was dressed and ready to go, coffee and tie-issues forgotten, and the three Homicide detectives moved intently for the exit. “Hopefully we can grab the perp’ before they get a chance to flee the scene.” He spoke on the move, not turning back as he talked, but he knew Katherine would hear him, and Wiles, bringing up the rear, had worked with Marcus long enough to know how he ticked.
They passed through the station quickly, joined by a pair of uniformed officers who would trail behind them in an LAPD squad car, and together, the group headed out to the parking lot.
Continued at: Church of Our Lady; Main Entrance with Katherine and Wiles.
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Esperanza
Human
Departed
I'll tip my had to the new constitution; take a bow for the new revolution
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Post by Esperanza on Jun 12, 2007 3:53:17 GMT
"Roses, 'Spera?"
"Stuff it, Stabler."
Of course, she meant 'stuff it' in the most affectionate way possible. Detective Esperanza Lancaster turned to snap directions at the delivery man ("St. Ben's General Ward, the Riveras. Got it?") before she rounded on her younger partner. "And you owe me cash, kid," she clipped out. "I put your name on that card, too."
All right, so the Rivera's probably weren't flower people, but given that skipping out to the hospital was nigh-impossible, she figured it was the next-best thing. Drew Stabler only grumbled briefly as he shelled out the proper amount of cash -- he was just as worried about the Riveras as she was. The whole of the Homicide division held a distinct tension, one that probably wouldn't be lifted until Kath' and Marcus were back on the job. It was always rough when any of there own were hurt while on call.
"Iremos visitar las Riveras después del trabajo," she suggested, taking a seat at her desk. "Check in on 'em, sí?"
"Sounds good," Drew replied. The end of their shift couldn't come fast enough.
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