Trooper Station; Monday. [ 12/01 ]

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Although she had her doubts at the very beginning of it, Daisy's weekend had been just what she needed before today. A fresh start on the week, a fresh start on any investigations, and, hopefully, a fresh start was all they needed.

She sipped her tea, sifted through her paperwork, and got ready to watch the way the wind blew.

[[ open station, of course! Availability wont to be spotty until evening EST, however, woe! ]]

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[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Okay, here's the 411, Stark," Ray said, not at all belligerently, as he guided his 'guest' into the station. "At a police questioning, we ask you some questions, and the other guy actually answers them. Is this hard to understand or what?" He was in a fantastic mood.

No, really. He hadn't gotten to do actual policework in like months. It made him jittery. Okay, most things did, but this, this was the big jackpot of jitter.

[ we'll be threading together for a bit, but will tack in an ooc message once it's cool for you to ping in, detective constable! ]

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Of course, Detective," Tony replied, charming as could be. "Could I get a glass of water first?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Oh, great, the charming type. He just loved those. Really. "No," Ray said, eying the back of his head as he ushered the guy towards one of the rooms meant for this kinda thing, "No, you could not. Move!"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Now, that's not very nice of you," Tony remarked. "I could always ask for a lawyer and end this now."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Had he mentioned how he loved the charming type? "Sir, you are not under arrest, we're just gonna ask you some questions since you were so damn helpful before," he snapped, shoving the door open with his foot. "We can talk about water after the fact."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was busy this weekend," Tony said dryly. He was less than impressed by the show. "If this is just questioning, I believe I'm free to leave at any time. Right, Detective?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Or I could just arrest you for, uh, hindering a police investigation." Ray was a good glarer. He was practicing his glaring right there and then. "Been a while since I got to Mirandize someone, wouldn't want to get sloppy. In!"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony just raised an eyebrow at him. "Water. Please."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"We'll talk about water when you get in the room," Ray snapped.

Immovable object, unstoppable force, yadda yadda.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'll get in the room when I get water." Now he was just being contrary.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

He briefly debated the pros and cons of giving in just to get the stuck-up rich boy in the room, but his ego was kinda still winning the battle.

So he crossed his arms and glared like a pro. "Room."

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

And at that particular time Dale showed up with a small grin on his face.

"Well now. It looks like we finally get to talk to Mr. Stark," Dale said cheerfully as he came over from the coffee station holding a cup of water. "Thank you for coming in Mr. Stark. I apologize we had to resort to using drastic measures to bring you in but you seem to be a difficult person to get a hold of. Now... if we can get things started here is the glass of water you requested."

Dale held out the glass of water and dropped his cheerful grin.

"Now please get your ass in the room so we can get some answers."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony smiled, looking from Ray to Dale before taking the water and walking on into the room. "I think you could learn a lesson there, Detective Kowalski."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah," Ray said. Thanks, Dale. Totally undermining his authority here. "Just sit down and talk and maybe we can all get out before lunch." He followed after Tony, shutting the door after shooting Dale a look that communicated the aforementioned.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Closing his eyes for a moment at the room, Tony turned and lifted his chin at Ray. "How kind of you. What exactly did you want to know?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Morning of November 20th," he said, leaning back against the door with his arms crossed. "Where were you and what was going on?" Ray liked to keep things nice and simple if he could. No fucking around.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"In my shop, playing solitaire if I'm not mistaken." A beat. "Would you like the record of the game?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Oh, he thought he was funny? "You think you're funny?" Ray asked, "We got the radio logs from that date, we got other interviews, we know you were doin' a lot of things, and they did not involve solitaire. So try again."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"They also thought I was dating a friend, the radio isn't exactly the most accurate thing around."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Don't try my patience," Ray snapped, "Or I'mma jog your memory with my foot. November 20th. What happened?"

Oh, he'd missed interviewing suspects. Uh, witnesses. But this guy was being bossy enough to practically be a perp, so what the hey.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "I had guests that I didn't exactly care for."

If he wanted to scare him, he'd have to do a hell of a lot better than that.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Fine. Great. They were getting somewhere. One tiny damn footstep at a time. "And any idea who these guests were, mister Stark?" He was just going to keep on scowling. He did it well enough. Though he was starting to get the feeling he'd need backup for this.

Ray kinda missed having a partner who followed him around everywhere.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Why? They've already been taken care of."


[[Constable Daaaaaay!]]

On the other side of a two way mirror...

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale watched the interrogation of Tony Stark with a great deal of interest.

And a cup of coffee. Of course.

Re: On the other side of a two way mirror...

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Linz was not in a good mood when she showed up at the station. The phone call from that weird Jarvis thing only told her that Tony had been picked by the police for questioning.

She stomped into the station and bullied her way past some dork in a costume until she found her way to the observation area of the interrogation room.

"Are you Sheriff Cooper?" She demanded angrily. "I want to know exactly what you think you're doing with Mr. Stark."