Plain Sight Exception VIII
Jun. 8th, 2003 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojKnowing I couldn't come up with anything after TC's "Stop" in Part VII, I was pleasantly relieved that Cassatt said she had an idea. Unfortunately, she was going away for about a week, and she knew she wouldn't have time to write it up. In the meantime, she gave me a sort of a heads-up as to where she was going to take Ed.
So the little plotbunny started twitching its little nose...
Decisions, decisions. Right now I can't decide whether I want to take my partner to a bar and order him to spill (his guts, not his drink) or take him into an empty IR and shoot him.
Too bad I can't really do either. But I can dream, can't I?
I don't think we've had a crappier time working together since the first few months after he transferred to the 27. We normally get along pretty good. We can disagree, but he hasn't pissed me off this much since that case in our first year when I threw something at him.
Now, I've been partnered with some of the most hotheaded young punks in the NYPD and I usually just blow off steam with a couple of sarcastic remarks and keep things professional. But with our partnership, it's good not just because of me, it's also because of Ed. Ed's rep for a violent temper- that's only with suspects and other lowlifes. With coworkers, he's a really decent guy. Even that one blow-up we had, way back- that was mostly my fault. I was pissed off at myself, way too sensitive, and Ed just couldn't seem to say or do anything right.
Well, this time it's not me. I'm just fine. It's this... Detective "Racial Sensitivity" who's replaced my laid-back partner. Detective "Efficiency". Detective Impatient Asshole.
Want some examples? OK, here's one: "Ed, you wanna go do the drug dealer thing with this mook? See if we can track down-"
"Why, 'cause a brother's gotta be believable as a drug dealer?"
"Hey, sure, if you think anybody'll buy me dealing crack-" I say, trying to get rid of the offended little glare he's giving me. No chuckle, no smile. Just Ed going off in a resentful huff to do undercover work. Which he normally likes.
Here's another: "Lennie? Didja finish the Flanders report?"
"Nah, just writing up Chernensky-"
"Oh, yeah, cause what's the point of finishing Flanders? Just because the DA's asked for it twice now-" he grabs the papers off my desk and mutters something about Doing it himself, goddammit.
He's been like this fulltime, for two days.
And the way he says 'DA'... really, really bitter. Like he doesn't want to give the DA's office any reason to look cross-eyed at him. Ed doesn't usually give a damn about stuff like that- he's conscientious, but doesn't sweat the normal tension between us and the lawyers.
Normally. Ever since McCoy called him to his office after hours the other day, he's been moody as hell. He almost jumped when I answered a call from McCoy (who sounded a little off too) and said McCoy's name. Then he got up really fast, mumbling about photocopying something.
I overheard him talking to somebody on his cell today. Sounded like a heavy conversation, but I couldn't tell with who. I hope it was his boyfriend.
Yeah, let this be boyfriend troubles, please. Because otherwise... Ed, you idiot, what have you done?
So the little plotbunny started twitching its little nose...
Decisions, decisions. Right now I can't decide whether I want to take my partner to a bar and order him to spill (his guts, not his drink) or take him into an empty IR and shoot him.
Too bad I can't really do either. But I can dream, can't I?
I don't think we've had a crappier time working together since the first few months after he transferred to the 27. We normally get along pretty good. We can disagree, but he hasn't pissed me off this much since that case in our first year when I threw something at him.
Now, I've been partnered with some of the most hotheaded young punks in the NYPD and I usually just blow off steam with a couple of sarcastic remarks and keep things professional. But with our partnership, it's good not just because of me, it's also because of Ed. Ed's rep for a violent temper- that's only with suspects and other lowlifes. With coworkers, he's a really decent guy. Even that one blow-up we had, way back- that was mostly my fault. I was pissed off at myself, way too sensitive, and Ed just couldn't seem to say or do anything right.
Well, this time it's not me. I'm just fine. It's this... Detective "Racial Sensitivity" who's replaced my laid-back partner. Detective "Efficiency". Detective Impatient Asshole.
Want some examples? OK, here's one: "Ed, you wanna go do the drug dealer thing with this mook? See if we can track down-"
"Why, 'cause a brother's gotta be believable as a drug dealer?"
"Hey, sure, if you think anybody'll buy me dealing crack-" I say, trying to get rid of the offended little glare he's giving me. No chuckle, no smile. Just Ed going off in a resentful huff to do undercover work. Which he normally likes.
Here's another: "Lennie? Didja finish the Flanders report?"
"Nah, just writing up Chernensky-"
"Oh, yeah, cause what's the point of finishing Flanders? Just because the DA's asked for it twice now-" he grabs the papers off my desk and mutters something about Doing it himself, goddammit.
He's been like this fulltime, for two days.
And the way he says 'DA'... really, really bitter. Like he doesn't want to give the DA's office any reason to look cross-eyed at him. Ed doesn't usually give a damn about stuff like that- he's conscientious, but doesn't sweat the normal tension between us and the lawyers.
Normally. Ever since McCoy called him to his office after hours the other day, he's been moody as hell. He almost jumped when I answered a call from McCoy (who sounded a little off too) and said McCoy's name. Then he got up really fast, mumbling about photocopying something.
I overheard him talking to somebody on his cell today. Sounded like a heavy conversation, but I couldn't tell with who. I hope it was his boyfriend.
Yeah, let this be boyfriend troubles, please. Because otherwise... Ed, you idiot, what have you done?
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Date: 2003-06-08 03:55 pm (UTC)That is all.
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Date: 2003-06-08 06:44 pm (UTC)::sings the song from the Kellogg's commercial:: I think I love you, so what'm I so afraid of, I don't know the rest of these words so I'll just keep on goin'...
That? Was AWESOME. I love your Lennie. I want your Lennie to get shrunk down to miniature form, and then take up permanent residence in my locker or on my desk and...just be Lennie. Because how entertaining woud a mini!Lennie be?
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Date: 2003-06-08 07:30 pm (UTC)OK, you couldn't know this, but you've just stumbled on one of my major passions in life: miniatures. I love mini-things. If I lived in the future, I would get a genetic engineer to make me a herd of mini-zebras to live in my living room.
So a mini!Lennie? To quote snarkhunter, EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Oh - glad you liked Part VIII, too ;)
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Date: 2003-06-08 07:51 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-08 07:53 pm (UTC)-t, already trying to figure out a way to build a shrinking-ray.