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| Scene Title | With Pasties On |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Agent Audrey Hanson approaches Detective Thomas Cooper for the Hunter Case Files. The Detective doesn't roll over like a good dog and give it up, he negotiates first and they make a non-date to talk to John Logan. |
| Date | March 11, 2010 |
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.
There was no fun in waking up in a hospital the day after that disastrous party. In fact, it was a bit embarrassing. He still doesn't quite know what hit him, but it left him sore, bruised, with couple of stitches in his forehead, an a cracked rib or two. It's enough to get the detective looks from the others.
There is a soft groan as Cooper leans back in his chair, it protests and squeals loudly, making the man grimace. Turning it with another loud squealch, he stretches out his sneaker clad feet out in front of him, slightly in the the isle. Sore ribs and sitting hunched over a desk do not go well together. His grey sports jacket is draped over the back of the chair, his maroon dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, tucked neatly into a nice pair pair of black slacks. Those sneakers just look out of place with the rest of it.
With a sugar coated donut in one hand and a 'World Gratest Dad' — spelled just that way — mug, filled with office sludge in his other hand, that's how Audrey will find the man. Him and his dissater of a desk with it's leaning tower of files.
High heels to his sneakers, that's what comes to rest beside the pleather and plastic with shoelace. Black pointed leather and a couple inches worth of shank. There's a slightly impolite clearing of her throat as well as the unamused stern look that can only mean one thing that's descended upon Cooper's desk. That homeland woman who's been sticking her nose through everything relating to the Hunter Case.
Maybe the Hunter Family's getting impatient? Maybe not. "Detective Cooper" Clipped words from the brunette. "Agent Hanson. Mind putting down the donut and digging up what you've got on the Hunter Case for me?"
Eyes are on the floor when those shoes come into view, both brows lift a bit, then his eyes travel up and up… it's a promising view… till he sees who it is and the word 'agent' passes her lips. Then his expression falls flat, "Oh… fuck me…" That isn't said in a happy screw him way, it's more of a 'you've got to be kidding me' kind of way. It is no secret what Cooper thinks of Home sec, how many of his cases have been snatched up.
"Couldn't have let me have this a little longer?" Cooper asks, bitterly. The donut is dropped into the always present pink bakery box on this desk as he swings back around. The tower of files sway slightly when he accidentally kicks the leg of the desk. The detective plucking the file off the desk, but he doesn't just hand it over, he holds it back some, giving her a small smile, that doesn't reach those pale green eyes of his as he purposes simply, "How about I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"
Not that he's gotten a whole hell of a lot yet, thanks to the run around Mexico gave him about the Jane Doe. An artists sketch of a woman and an interview with one best friend, "Cause personally, I'd like to actually finished an evolved case for once. "
"I don't play peek-a-boo. And I made a piss poor game of doctor when I was growing up." He's not passing the file over, which is understandable. She imagined that just to get a look at it she might have t pry it from some cold dead hands. Hell she could have just asked for the file through normal channels, but she was cutting out the middle man and cutting out time.
"Besides, dad" A glance to the mug and back up. "It's nothing you haven't seen before" One hand dips into the box to take up the very donut he just put down in the box. A piece is torn off with her finger and she chews thoughtfully. "See, I might have happily let you have that, but it runs with a case I'm on. You can blame the perp really. His fault." Audrey picks at another part of the donut, standing there to the side of the desk as she lifts her shoulders just a fraction and then back down. "I'm just doing my job, which happens to be that case." Another bite of the powdered donut.
She holds the pastry up "THis is pretty good, where'd you get them?"
"Hey!" Cooper says as his food of choice is plucked out of the box, "That was the last one, missy." The file is still held away, much like a kid playing keep away. 'Mine!' His demeanor states clearly, even as he eyes her, mourning the loss of that last donut. Though despite that, he doesn't hesitate to answer her question, as he quips in a pleasantly light tone. "Mom and pop place around the corner. Should try their Boston cremes. Good stuff." A thumb motions over his shoulder, in a general direction. Course, the man probably knows most of the donut shops between the PD and his place.
"And you are not the only one doing their job, Agent." He states mildly, going back to unhelpful cop mode, leaning back in his chair, which puts the file that much further away. Might seem childish… but he has a past. "In fact, I have a meeting set up tonight with a boyfriend of Miss Hunters." He studies her thoughtfully, eyes narrowing some. "Possibly her dealer… since I clearly remember arresting him on a raid."
"I'll be honest with you, this is the best case I've had since moving down to this part of the country." The file is waved some as he gives her a tight lipped smile. "I want to see it solved, I want to be in on it. Not for the glory… but because this is a potentially nasty one and I'm tired of sitting back while you all snatch up what I got… so.. I'll will happily take you with me tonight… but I want to stay in."
"You have balls the size of volkswagons cooper, to stand up to me like this. Most just wave the file and drop it and back off only to slink to the water cooler and privately whine about a case being taken from them" She breaks the donut in half, offering the white powdered goodness that is cocaine for cops, waggling it enticingly. "They don't have the cojones to tell me that I'm welcome to join them on an interview" She doens't bother looking over at him beyond the first offer of the donut, instead shifting this way then that to see the names on other files.
"Name is John Logan, owner of Burlesque. Not her boyfriend. Neighbor says he sometimes lived there, and the noises they would make said they did something else, but not a boyfriend in the strictest sense of the word. I think the kids, they call it a fuck buddy these days?" Regardless, she goes back to eating her portion of the donut at least.
If Cooper was a dog, his ears would be up as he watches that bit of donut wave back and forth in front of his face. He glances at her face with a look of distrust before reaching out to pluck it from her fingers, he looks almost like he expects her to snatch it away and shout 'Psych!'
The rundown on John Logan, gets a curious look, "Okay.. so boyfriend was a bad word." He admits with a sigh, "But not surprised you know about him. Offer still stands though."
"And I might have a pair, but that's cause I got kicked in them enough, by Home Sec and others before. You hit a dog with a rolled up news paper enough times, he either rolls over and shows you his dick, or he snaps." He grouses a bit, relaxing just a touch, though he studies the bit of donut looking to see if she did something to it. No trust! ".. I spent years being pretty damn sure there were people out there that could do things most of us can't do. The cases reflected that… and those years spent having the rug pulled out from under my feet by your types. At least till Petrelli made his announcement. "
He glances at her, giving her a matter of fact look, "Didn't stop the rug pull.. so it's gotten tiring." He gives her a flat look and repeats. "I want kept in."
"Always with the dog jokes" Though she makes them herself. "You want kept in, fine. I'll see what I can do. I'll at least play ball with regards to the Hunter case. Can't promise and won't promise anything beyond that. But if I do bring you in? You breath a word of this to anyone, you're going to wish you were at this desk, making jokes about dogs balls. Understood?" Last of the donut is finished and she reaches for a napkin to wipe at her hands. "And i'm not going on your arm. I don't go on anyones arm. I'll see you there, at 7. Dress sharp, we're going into a strip club Detective Cooper. Surely, you've been in one before right?" Audrey holds out her hand for the file, the corners of her mouth up in a smirk. "Now, pass it over, I just want a copy. I can go about it the hard way if you'd rather"
"Depends on what the hard way entails." A smirk is mirrored back, but he doesn't wait for a response, nice as you please, the file is set in her waiting hand. "And seeing what you can do is all I ask, Agent." Cooper looks completely serious, but there is somewhat of a joking tone to his words, as he adds, "And don't worry mums the word, I wouldn't want to admit to working with Homeland Security anyhow, my reputation in the department is bad enough as it is."
"Oh… and don't worry, I've been in strip clubs before." Cooper responds finally, though his tone is less then pleases. "So I won't be going all hormonal sha-winging teenager on you," He gives her a big grin, before it falls away with a pained grimace as he admits, "I'll be more worried about my ex-wife being there." Brows lift a bit and that bit of donut is tossed in his mouth, before turning back to his desk. "I'd say it's a date, but I might get decked, so I'll simply say…" A powder tipped hand is lifted and his gives her a small flick of a wave. "See you there, Agent Hanson." He flashes her a toothy grin before turning back to his desk and the files there.
"With pasties on" Audrey calls over her shoulder, walking away to the click of her heels, file securely in hand. "Try not to get excited"
The detective's voice follows her out of the room. "Tease!"