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| Scene Title | Deal |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Len and Jet strike a compromise, in which there is benefit to both. |
| Date | October 16, 2009 |
Len is sitting in his office. It just doesn't feel right to him at this point in his investigation but being the boss means you have to complete some paperwork now and again. As he types out a report, he recalls the way he left things with Juliet and he wonders if she's still in his house or if she's moved on like she had threatened. There's a part of him that is not happy with the game she's playing with him, but make no bones about it, she'd be a great asset to him and his team. Perhaps an explanation for his mood might be in order, if only to prevent her from burning down his place. Okay, maybe he doesn't think she'd do that, but still.
He reaches for his phone and dials the number that he has for her, bringing it up to his ear as he hears the ringing as he clicks to send off his first of a half dozen reports.
"Mister Denton's residence, Juliet Goodlieve speaking." Her voice almost chipper, but what's not to be chipper about, she's baking a homemade apple pie, with a latice crust and everything. Pushing it into the oven now, Jet cradles the cellphone with her shoulder as she sets the timer for an hour.
"You haven't taken my last name yet? How disappointing," Len teases as he responds to her greeting. "I wanted to call and apologize for hanging up on you the other day. I have not had a good couple of weeks, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. So, I'm sorry." It's a sincere apology, as he's been beating himself up about it since it happened a couple of nights ago.
A soft chuckle from Juliet to his words, "Alright, from now on I'll take your last name Len, and you will have no one but yourself to blame for our coupling…" Another chuckle from her as she moves over to the counter, resting her rump against as she picks at a dishtowel. "I'm serious by the way." A piece of string is pulled from the dishtowel now before it's dropped from her fingertips. "So… how are you?" A softer voice from her now, caring almost.
Len is pulling up another document, then arches a brow, which she couldn't see anyway, and shakes his head. "You can use whatever name you like. It's not like anyone really calls me at that number." A little more serious tone as he adds. "I felt like I owed you an explanation for my mood the other night. One of the cases I'm working on, that agent you met when you were me, she was shot and killed. Two bullets to the chest."
"No Len. I meant permanently. Outside of the phone." A smirk that he can't see either… though at his words of Minea being shot her fingers stop picking the dish rag as silence comes from her for a long time, then. "Oh Darling," she breathes out softly, "I'm so sorry. Minea was wonderful. I really liked her. Do you know who did it? Will there be a funeral? Could I attend?"
"I'm narrowing down suspects. In fact, I'm considering a particular individual who's part of another investigation I'm covering." Len reaches up and removes his hat and sets it on his desk before he rubs his hand over his bald head, then replaces the hat. "I've not slept much, and have been scolded for it, but I'm not going to stop until I find who did this." As for the funeral, they still have her body and aren't quite ready to release it for buriel yet. "I'll let you know when it is. I have no problem if you'd like to attend. It would be a nice gesture."
Jet lifts her fingers to the bridge of her nose, squeezing the skin there for a moment before her hand lowers. "Do you need my help, Len?" A simple and honest tone from her at this, "Is there anyway that I can help in this investigation? Please be truthful in the matter." Keeping it simple and sweet for now.
Len has already considered Juliet's usefulness in this case. "It's a possibility. The man I believe that I'm after has an ability, and on my own, I don't think I can catch him. Perhaps with your help.." He pauses, then backtracks just a little. "I need to know for sure whether it's him or not before I bring you in on this. But I promise that if it's possible that I could use your help, I'll ask."
Jet has gone quiet again as she listens to Len, the female turning that expensive ring that he/she bought for herself around on her finger. "I was adopted," she simply confesses. "I can't remember if I told you or not. I'm not dramatic about it, what is is is, but when I told my parents, who I was after the crash, they called me… horrible names. If you can imagine. This was before Evolved became public knowledge. If you can find my birth parents Len, not alive of course, but if you can find them, and see if they had abilities, I'll join the Company. I'll work for the White Hats. I want to know. Is this acceptable?"
Pity that the one person who he knew who could probably get the information she needs is now dead. Len is quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry this happened to you. You may not think it's a big deal, but I think it is. I'll do what I can to help, if you'll give me some time. I need to finish what I'm working on here and put some closure to it, then I'll try and focus my attention on what you need. It's the best I can offer you at the moment, Juliet."
"I have fresh pie, you need sleep. When you're ready to call it a night, come here, have pie, and get some sleep Len. I leave tonight so the house can be yours. Don't worry about my parents afterall, I mean, it was a long time ago. I'll still help with Minea's case either way, of course. I'm not -that- selfish. Hard to break your selfish streak when all you have to care about is yourself in this life."
"You don't have to leave. I'll see if I can get away. I really don't live there, you know. I have another residence. But I'll be in the city later on tonight, so perhaps I'll stop by. You can have some pie with me." Len sends off an email asking for an inquiry into her parents. It's not as effective as getting Minea Dahl to do it, but perhaps something will come up. "I appreciate your offer of help. When I feel like I can use you," meaning when he has something solid to go on, "I'll let you know."
"Alright. Apple pie and cider beer. Not beer beer, but I think beer would be utterly disgusting. Or coffee. I have coffee." Just jabbering now, Juliet moves off of the counter as she looks at the clock over the stove for a moment, then, "Just let me know, and I'll help. But this will be unoffical help, of course…" A beat, "Well, Darling, if you don't need anything else, I'll see you when you get home, honey." Another grin from her at this, fingers ripping off another idle string from the washcloth.
"Whatever is there is fine with me. It'll work out. See you tonight, Juliet." Len says then hangs up the phone. He glances at the clock and gives a weary sigh as he pulls up the next report and begins to type.
Paperwork.