FTPD: On the Job.

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny and Mike sit in the office reviewing the case washwaslaconic and the list of remaining people they have to interview. They also hope some new recruits will show up.

[OOC: No interviews today because their mun's a lazy bum and hasn't gotten his act together but we'll be sending out an update next week for suspects people we'd like to talk too.]

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[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah walks casually into the police station, sipping from a styrofoam cup of Starbucks coffee. She perches casually on the edge of Lenny's desk and begins leafing through pending case files.

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny puts his hand down on the pending case files and gives Ms. Morgan a winning smile.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?"

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

She looks him over and raises an eyebrow. "Doubtful." She pulls a business card out of her pocket and hands it to him. "I'm here on behalf of one of my clients. Frankly, he's concerned for his life."

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny looks briefly at the card

"Well Ms. Morgan, we will be happy to see if there is anything we can do to help."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

She smirks and takes another sip of coffee. "I would like to file a protective order against the individual who sent Angelus a particularly...odious...bouquet. However, I need the name of that person from you before I can do that."

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh. Mr. Angelus."

Lenny pulls out the file he started the other night after the investigation and reviews his notes.

"Yes. We questioned the shop owner regarding the bouquet incident. The order was made anonymously. There was no trace evidence on the order itself or the money left to pay for the bouquet. In other words... a dead end."

Lenny closes his notes.

"It's a little difficult for us to provide protection from someone when we don't have a clue who did it. I'm also surprised that Mr. Angelus is concerned for his safety considering his unique abilities. Unless you want to file a protective order against sunlight."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah takes one last sip of her coffee and drops the cup in the garbage can next to his desk.

"Damn it. No evidence whatsoever that it's an overly emo blonde ex-cheerleader vampire slayer doing the stalking, huh? That'll make my job more complicated."

She stares him down. "As for my client</>, I have been assured that there is no evidence against him regarding any of the student disappearances or of any harm that has happened to any of the other students except a little light stalking, but I'm told that's just a hobby . As such, I expect him to be protected as you would any other law-abiding resident of this town."


[ooc: *snerk* I love Lenny.]

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

"I believe you are talking about Miss Summers? Yes, Angelus mentioned her when he came in voluntarily for his interview. We have yet to call her in for an interview."

"Mr. Angelus and his funky bunch was only invited to come in because a fellow student mentioned them as being extra creepy and we knew they would be fun to interview."

[OOC: Loving ya right back. Come on... where's the lawsuit against us?]

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. Still haven't gotten the Slayer into interview even though she's an obvious threat to another mostly innocent student on campus? Any reason for that, Detective?"


[ooc: *dies* at Mr. Angelus and his funky bunch. In my head, they all have bad 80's hair...not that there was *good* 80's hair, but you know what I mean. And I can't file anything against the department yet--technically, only Angelus is my client right now, and I want to wait until I get a good class action suit together.]

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

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[OOC: Angelus would look great with a flock of seagulls haircut.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: You should've seen him in the 1970s ;) ]

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

"We've had some staffing issues that we just cleared up in the last couple of days. Interviews will begin next week again with the help of our new recruits. As for Mr. Angelus 'safety' we do not have any authority on campus and you'd need to talk with Principal Connor. From what I understand she has already ordered both Angelus and Miss. Summer to stay out of reach of each other."

[det-woody-hoyt.livejournal.com]

Woody walks into the station. "Jordan sent me here..."

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

Mike stands up and offers his hand.

"Mike Logan. Formerly of the NYPD. And you are?"

[det-woody-hoyt.livejournal.com]

"Detective Woody Hoyt of the Boston Police Department, I believe you know Jordan Cavanaugh who is not in fact a cop, though she likes to think she is."

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah we met her yesterday. Real piece of work that woman. She always that... enthusiastic?"

[det-woody-hoyt.livejournal.com]

"She's Jordan, not sure how else to describe her. Hell of a woman though, hope she lets police business stay as police business here."

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. That's being optimistic."

[det-woody-hoyt.livejournal.com]

"I'm here to keep her out of trouble, and to assist you guys." Woody told him.

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan walks into the police department. "You came here to what, Woodrow?" Jordan asked, smirking. Woody hated to be called Woodrow

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

"Woodrow?"

*snort*

[det-woody-hoyt.livejournal.com]

"You let her just walk in here?" Woody questioned, shaking his head. "That's your first mistake."

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah womanfully resists the urge to slam Detective Logan's her head into Detective Briscoe's desk.

She rolls her eyes scornfully. "Don't you know anything? Orbs of Thesulah, not Methuselah." She decides not to give them further information about the orb, since it could be used against her client. "Look it up."

She stands up, walks around the desk, and saunters out of the squadroom.

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

Mike Logan cranes his neck as she saunters out.

And oooooh what saunter it is.

Mike looks at Lenny with a dreamy expression.

"I think I'm in love."

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

"Shaddap you."