Butting Heads


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Scene Title Butting Heads
Synopsis Coren chews Cassidy out over going out to meet Dutch on Staten Island, of all places, without mentioning anything to him about her whereabouts.
Date May 4, 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.

It's been a long day for so many, including Detective Coren Shelby. Finally finished with paperwork he settled down to work on around ten, he's now finished close to midnight. Paperwork filed, he does not have too much to occupy his time with that he wants to bother with, so he's twirling his wedding band, pondering what to do with his night. There aren't any bars open at this hour. They've been closed since before he settled down with the papers.

Cassidy left a couple of hours ago in a hurry, leaving only a note for her partner that read. 'Running out, had to deliver some information to a guy in the field.' Now close to midnight, she arrives back at the station, looking like she's had a long day. And boy has it been. As she weaves through decks in the report room she shrugs out of her trench coat draping it over her arm. As she reaches their desks, it takes her a moment to see that her partner is there. "Oh.. Detective Shelby. Evening." She offers with a tired smile.

"Cassidy," Coren says. The note did leave him rather perplexed, but he dismissed it. He's about to speak when his phone begins to vibrate, and he raises a finger to indicate 'one second' as he fishes the phone out and answers it. "Detective Shelby. … Hello? Hello?" He flips the phone shut. "Must have been a wrong number," he says, rubbing his eyebrow and pocketing the phone. "So, who in the field and what information?"

Tossing her jacket over the back of her chair, Cassidy shrugs a bit. "An Agent Alois Ohnesorge. Not NYPD.. but not Homeland either." She drops into her chair with a heavy sigh. "I was on my way to check if the lab came back with anything from the Greenwich case." She swivels her chair around to face him and leans back in her chair. " Well as I passed the interrogation rooms I get grabbed, handed a file and shoved in to interrogate a guy claiming to be a Mr John Doe." She rolls her eyes a bit. "I had to deliver the results of the interview to that Agent."

"John Doe?" Coren asks. "We have telephones for relaying information… Does this Agent Ohnesorge have an agency to go with him, or was he just some random stranger?"

"I believe the guy shoving the file in my hands said something about Tobacco and Firearms." Cassidy says waving it away as if unimportant. "Well, Dutch.. that's his nickname." She explains quickly. "Said he couldn't risk a hotel in Staten Island." She stifles a yawn behind her hand distorting those last two words a bit. "So I went out to him. I haven't been over there yet, so I figured.. why not."

"Guess he can't risk a bloody cell phone, either," Coren remarks. "Tobacco and Firearms… that would mean ATF." Apparently the agency is important to Coren. "What the hell did he want Mister John Doe interrogated 'ere for? They have a field office over in Brooklyn." Then it sinks in. "Wait…. You went where?"

Cassidy pokes at a few keys on her computer and frowns at it, as she listens to the questions. "No.. he had a cellphone. Got his number." Her tone suggests she's a bit distracted with the malfunctioning system. "Seriously, you'd think after all this time computers would be less glitchy." The last word trails off a bit as she realizes her partner is upset. "Staten Island." She sounds like it's not a big deal. "Glad I went.. you wouldn't imagine what Dutch showed me."

While Cassidy pokes away at her computer, Coren has managed to start leaning over her shoulder. "You know, I know this cute girl, twenty, blond hair at the time, anyway…. She was targeted by a man who operates on Staten Island. They abducted her from outside of her home and imprisoned her for a month on Staten Island, before she was freed by terrorists. Not by police, but by a band of evolved terrorists. I won't mention the atrocities that man committed against her, because it's truly horrible, but needless to say she'll never quite be the same again. Why no police, you might ask? Because we have no jurisdiction over there, not since the destruction of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. We couldn't even get a warrant to go and investigate the man who was positively identified as the person in charge. So I will only say this once: Do not, I repeat, do not ever go to Staten Island again, do you hear me?" He apparently doesn't care about whatever Dutch showed her. A big red button was just pushed. "This 'Dutch' character could have gotten you killed, or worse, killed you himself, and nobody would have been the wiser because you didn't say anything about where you were going."

The tapping of computer keys stop and Cassidy slowly turns her chair to look at her partner. Her expression is masked, but there is something about her that says she's not happy. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her badge wallet and opens it. She finally looks away from him and peers at the cards in the wallet. She partially pulls out a Drivers license. "Hmmm.. Yep." She pulls it out the rest of the way and turns it towards him. "Says right there I'm and adult." Her voice is cool and calm. "Pretty such I can take care of myself Coren." She replaces the licence and finds another card and flips it around to show him. "Look there. Says I'm a detective… NYPD." She shoves the card back into her wallet and snaps shut. "I was fine."

"Not from this man. One touch, and you'll be as docile as a kitten," Coren says, and as he says those last four words, he has a distinctly teary expression upon his face. "Verbatim," he says then, deadpan. "Detective, cop, or not, it's not safe. Police don't go to Staten Island unless they're in force, and you should know that." He turns around and walks back to his desk, taking his seat again.

Cassidy watches him from narrowed eyes, but she is thinking about what he said. Finally she straightens and shakes her head. "I'm sorry Coren. I can't not go." She seems rather certain about this. "Dutch showed me the reason he's out there risking his own life. Submachine guns that can go right through Kevlar. This guy he's after is manufacturing weapons. Bad weapons. Nasty weapons being made and could be placed in the hands of criminals." She gives him a pointed look. "It needs to be stopped before we're all hunted down."

"And at the same time, you can't go over there. We have no jurisdiction on Staten Island," Coren says, "You're apt to be shot on sight. Cops don't last long over there, it's why you only go in force." He puts his hands on his desk. "Besides that, armour-piercing bullets aren't anything new, and there's more reason to avoid Staten Island, since that's where most of the criminals like to be these days, since there is no police presence there. It's also ATF's job to track down illegal arms dealers, not ours. Ours is to find out who mugged Gustav Svenson in Brooklyn, who killed those two people in Greenwich Village, crimes that actually occur within the New York Police Department's jurisdiction."

"And I plan to still work on those with you." Cassidy surges to her feet and grabs her jacket off the chair with a jerk. "But I offered Dutch help when I found he's alone in his investigation and I will give it." She pulls the jacket on with a soft snap of fabric. "I left New Orleans and men who treated me like a kid. I am not a kid Coren." She says that last fiercely. "And trust me. I am so very, /very/ aware of what can happen out there." She stands by his desk her jaw set and stubborn. "I lost a partner to is and I almost died. But it's either sit and wait to be gunned down or do my damnedest to make sure I don't lose another partner that way."

"I'm not treating you like a child, Cassidy," Coren says, his voice saddened. "I'm trying to make sure I don't lose a partner that way. I've managed to avoid having a partner gunned down to this point, and I'll be damned if I allow it to happen now because some yahoo has decided to breach protocol and get you sucked into some suicide mission." He stands up to come mostly eye-level with Cassidy, "Because I won't lose you too."

Thoughts war in Cassidy's head as they end up eye to eye.. Toe to toe. Finally she says, keeping her voice. "You don't know that. You don't know that he's breached protocol. Why else would I have been asked to interview that John Doe?" She arches a brow at him. She takes a step back. "I'm sorry Coren. I'm going to help him as I can if it doesn't interfer with our work." The scene playing in her head drives her. The horror of the execution of her partner and the pain of her beating and waking in the hospital, Coren might get these being so close. Little flashes. "But I have to do this." That said she turns sharply on her heals to leave.

She pauses and turns back to her partner. "At least talk to the man and hear what he's up against." It's a mild suggestion only. "Then if your still against it.. So be it, I'll help him on my own."

Coren has his own nightmares playing over in his head and doesn't notice, though will probably question the images later while inebriated. "He should have interviewed the subject himself at the ATF field office in Brooklyn and never dragged you into this." He grabs his own coat from his chair. "And I fully intend to have a word with him, you can count on that."

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