Business, With A Side Order Of Mush


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Scene Title Business, With A Side Order Of Mush
Synopsis Cassidy comes to Coren with a photo of the kid who strangled her and Elisabeth earlier in the day so that they can get a photo line-up made to show Gustav Svenson. They both apologize for their earlier spat.
Date May 6, 2009

NYPD Headquarters

The New York Police Department Head Quarters is an old stone building, rennovated many times over the years. The plaster walls are not as cracked and in need of repair as the various Precinct buildings around the city. The fluorescent lights give the room a rather sterile glow. Old posters, civic reminders, duty rosters and newspaper clippings are tacked up on the walls, rustling every time one of the doors opens. A high, wooden desk sits on the north wall, manned by two clerks, who records all visitors and arrests.

The way out to the street lies to the south, while doors to the offices of the Head Quarters lie to the northwest.

Cassidy spent several hours at the hospital, dealing with paperwork and all that great stuff that comes with shooting someone in the legs. Finally however, Cassidy gets to return to the precinct to work on even more paperwork. But that's far from her mind at the moment, as she walks quickly through the PD, she has a file tucked under her arm. She makes straight for their desks, he can probebly almost feel her tension and excitement, before she opens her mouth to call. "Shelby." She ends up croaking it out instead and coughing as her throat still isn't at it's best after being choked. She clears it a bit as she draws up beside him. Her voice is a bit hoarse, her neck covered in scratches were she tried to claw the invisible energy away. "How soon you think we can have a picture line-up made?"

On the plus side, at least it wasn't Dutch's fault. Nevertheless, the look of concern on Coren's face should not be unexpected, considering how frequently he's gone on lately about Cassidy's safety. 'I told you so,' however, does not appear anywhere on his face and he'd be the last person to ever say it. "Cassidy," he says. "Shouldn't take too long, depending on the photo. Nobody quite filled me in on what happened, aside from you and Harrison being involved in, well, whatever you were involved in. I try not to pay attention to gossip."

Cassidy drops into her chair, placing the file on the desk. Moving to set a foot on her knee, she pulls the pump off so she can rub as the ball of her foot as she explains. "Detective Harrison called me and said she got a tip on the guy that killed those two teenage boys. So we went down there. Took him down." She belts out the quick version glossing over the fact that her and Lis had both been choked. She let's her foot drop to the ground and she flips open the file and pulls out a picture of a young kid. It's not the typical line up photo as it's obivious he's in a hospital bed. "Had to shoot the kid in the legs to get him to let go of the other Detective… who…" She pauses for a moment before adding. "… he was choking from a distance." She gives him a significant look.

"So you were both just as lucky, it would seem," Coren remarks, taking a hold of the photo and looking at it. "Not sure it matters, really. He assaulted two detectives, that's enough to put him away for many, many years. It'll be easier to just get a confession out of the little bastard. Juries prefer those to eyewitness testimony anyway. I'd say give it to one of the lab techs and have them isolate the face, put it on a neutral background. Otherwise it's a dead giveaway and will bias the witness. One of these is not like the other." No, there's nothing to say she did the right thing or it was OK to shoot the kid. Not a word.

Cassidy reaches up to brush her neck. "Yeah, well. Rather me then the people getting out of the coffee shop." But then she point at the picture. "He's unfortunatly, not saying much. They have him somewhat sedated cause he is an Evolved." She shrugs a bit. "It's probebly not our mugger. I…. don't exactly get that gut feeling that says he's bad. But I figure it won't hurt to try him with the mugging victim concidering what that kid can do.." She clears her thoat again and looks at the coffee make, standing to pour herself some to ease her throat. "Just glad to get him off the street at this point."

"Mister Svenson was sure his attacker was a woman," Coren says. "But why not? Maybe he was mistaken." He watches as Cassidy pours her coffee. "I wouldn't drink that. It'll irritate your throat," he says as he picks up his own mug. "Have this, it's tea with honey. It may not be to your taste, but it will help your throat."

"That's my thought, why not try it." Cassidy says with a smirk. "Better to be safe then sorry." His offer, she pause at what she's doing. She glances at her mug and then at his tea. "Think so?" She asks putting the coffee pot and the mug down. Taking his cup, she eyes it. "Not gonna get kooties am I?" She glances past the cup to give him a rare smile, her eyes holding the laughter she's suppressing. Before he can answer she takes a careful sip.

"What, you think I've never been strangled before?" Coren asks, somewhat amused. "No such thing as kooties. It's an urban myth." Meanwhile, he gets up and goes to make himself another cup of tea, although there's no honey left. This time, he pours a packet of crystallized lemon into his new mug. Sure, Cassidy gets the old one. Bastard.

Cassidy makes a face at his back. "It was… a… joke. Sheesh. Man has no sense of humor." She moves to sit in the chair, not seeming to care a lick that he's making himself a fresh cup. "But anyhow, I figured cover all our tracks. So I brought it to you as soon as I could get away from there." She sighs a bit and sets the cup down to log into the computer. "Only problem with having to shoot someone is the paperwork." She sighs. "Detective Harrison distracted him off me.. giving me time to shoot his legs and give him something else to think about. I'll have to do something to thank her for that."

"Paperwork indeed. Sometimes it feels like all I do is paperwork," Coren says, pulling the string of the teabag taut against the mug and then letting it dangle. "You get used to it after a while, trust me. Especially 'round here. You should get some of it in while you can, because inevitably, a period of time will go by when you get so terribly behind."

Cassidy pauses in her typing after a long moment, just sitting there. Then finally she turns her chair around to face him. "Um… Coren?" Wow.. she actually used his first name. There is something about her that seems kind of subdued suddenly. "Look… about the other day…."

"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about that, actually," Coren says. "I'm sorry for getting all up in your face about it. Just understand, I've never had a partner killed on me. I've had the burn out on me, but never killed, and I don't intend to start having that happen. It's bad enough losing the people I'm sworn to protect, I'm not about to lose a partner."

"I'm sorr…" Cassidy starts at the same time he says it, but she shuts up quickly. She seems surprised that he's apologizing, but she listens and nods slowly in understanding "I.. well.. I'm sorry too for accusing you of treating me like a kid." She spreads her hands in front of her a bit. "I was practically raised by a lot of the guys my dad worked with at NOPD. They felt they needed too after he was shot on a traffic stop. And well, some of them ended up my partners." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "And you were right, I should not have gone to the Island. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you exactly where I went." She gives him a half smile.

"What, you've never heard a man apologize before?" Coren asks with a quirky smile. "I wouldn't worry about that too much, Cassidy. We're all so bloody stubborn, we're bound to butt heads every once and while. Besides that, partners who don't argue clearly don't care enough to, and that is how partners get shot."

Cassidy chuckles and turns back to her computer. "Obviously, not often enough." She states making her voice sounds a bit flat. "You older guys tend to not be into the that apology thing." She punches a few keys on the computer. "Yeah well.. I had one of the young patrol guys tell me we sounded like an old married couple." She gives him a smirk and then says. "But then one of the older cleaning ladies told me sounded like when her husband use to get on her daughter's case." There is the edge of laughter to her voice. She's quiet as she starts typing in a run down of the events that happened. As she types she suddenly says out of the blue. "Thanks for caring, Shelby."

"Differing points of view," Coren says. Laughter's not in his. He looks into his cup of tea and then at the stack of papers on his desk. "I'm going home," he says. "I've been working all day. Good luck with the paperwork."

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