Detective Warshol I presume

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Isabella took a deep breath as she smiled at him and nodded. "I would love to go dancing and have a night cap." She said as she walked with a settle grace as she moved her long hair into a bun at the back of her neck. Slowly walking back to her office as she kept in step in with him, taking a deep breath as she really hated the desk job she was assigned to. “Well where do you want go?” She asked as she giggled slightly at him. She felt the effects of the glamour starting to wear off as she took deep breath of the cooler air outside.

She started to think about the dress and heels she would wear on there date and how she would wear her hair and makeup.

[Tempus]

"How about we keep that a surprise for later. I'm sure you will be pleasantly pleased. Where something nice." He said taking in her smile. Yes she was definitely of Arcadian heritage. He wondered how many perps and suspects she'd wooed alternating from her business grimace to her dazzling smile. she was probably unaware at the subtle twirl of glamour about her as she changed her outer visage to suit her aim.
Escorting her back to her office Tempus fought several urges to rush things along a bit he had to move carefully as to not confuse his goals. Though he would gladly do so in this case. Taking her hand in his as he knew they had to remain respectful of her job place he gave a squeeze finally pulling her into an embrace with the softest brush of his lips across her ear. It was a public respectful and privately tender moment. Ah but what he wouldn't give to have more. Her skin tasted of bright wide open spaces where the city was a distant memory. Smiling he pulled away keeping their embrace chase. "I shall see this evening."

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Isabella gazed around as she felt his hand in her as she smiled lightly to him, slowly she stopped in front of the office as she took a deep calming breath in. She felt him move closer to her and returned the hug till she felt the his lips on her flesh. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a second as a rush went threw her, her body shuttered slightly so small that it was hard to notice.

Isabella felt his arms leave her as she took a few deep breaths her eyes closed as she opened them looking at him as a true smile touched her face. Her eyes seemed to brighten with it as she nodded. "Yes " she said as she pulled out a card with her personal cell number on it. "Here is my number but I got to get to work." She said as she walked to the door and winked at him as she walked in

[tad]

Tad moved into the precinct just behind the Detective she was a looker that was for sure. He saw that she seemed to be involved so he did his best to keep his thoughts above the waist. He failed as usual. He did go down fighting however. He did pat himself on the back for only checking out her form once or so.

"Oi, excuse me." He called out to her.

He'd already mapped out the station house last night during the shift change but he'd play the dullard to speak with her a moment or two.

"Can you tell me where the spook squad might be, Luv." He smiled as he watched the set of her shoulders and how her jacket cut a right nice image. He couldn't help himself he was an unadulterated hound and she was a right nice bit of flash. Crooking a brow her waited on her response. Her eyes were a nice shade of lightness. One Hazel and the other a near Honey Brown. His curiosity was piqued.

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Isabella turned around as she looked at the new man and smiled at him her eyes still bright from earlier but in them showed a fire of anger at it being called that. She grew up in a small town that the officers that worked there meant you were a not the best or you pissed off the wrong person. "Do you mean Regional Preternatural Investigation Team? If that is the case you need to follow me I am on my way there now." She said as a piece of her hair fell out of her bun and landed across her face.

[tad]

Tad saw the glimmer of anger flash through her eyes. He could tell she either felt strongly for or against RPIT either way he would take no flack for his vernacular. She was a very pretty officer but he would not be politely prejudged.

"Yeah luv thats what I said didn't mean to twist yer knickers. But I rather like the nickname it means We deal with things that would give the lot of society the creeps or creams. Either way we're special ya savvy?"

Stepping closer he moved her stray hair out of her face to behind her ear.

"There thats better now. Names Templeton Thaddeus RPIT transferee ma' mates call me Tad; yours?" He said flicking on a smile that danced in his eyes and extending his hand.

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Pulling her face back from him as she raised an eyebrow at him. "I am Detective Isabella Warshol, I transferred up here to this RPIT team not to long ago myself. I am here from team in Florida myself they seem nice here most don't even know the newer laws thou." She said as she shook her head she was very passionate about her job and you could hear it in her voice when she talked about.

She loved her job and did anything she could to make sure she was up to date with any of the laws and all regulations. She would fight to keep them in a murky light they where in and never let it get worst if she could help it.

[tad]

"Well now Detective Warshol, thats a good bit of news. We might be able to show these yahoos a thing or ten and bring them up to speed. Shall we" Tad said motioning her on. She was hell's bell's determined about RPIT. He'd seen a lot of female officers believe they had something to prove. Some of them even survived for quite some time with that outlook. Shame of it all the only thing they had to prove was that they weren't out to prove anything.

Shaking his head free of those thoughts he his smile faded a bit maybe he was wrong but judging by her voice she was passionate about RPIT. Hopefully thats all that it was.

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Isabella looked at him as she smiled a bit at him, this man would be some trouble in her eyes but she wanted to see him around the people before she decide for sure. Slowly she walked to the door as she opened it and looked at him. The office was still getting used to her and expected her to prove something to them but she rather have them look at her file that was enough prof there for them.

She had 6 years in the police force all together and 5 1/2 of those years she was here in the RPIT group. She already got that out of her system and is happy with her place now. "Here it is, Welcome to the team and enjoy the stay here. Just be-careful and mess up the coffee...They be come animals if you do." She said in that mono-tone voice as she moved to her desk grabbing her cup then to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup.

[tad]

Tad followed her in sparing a few glances to admire the cut of her jib. Interesting indeed she carried her piece like a few undercover officers he knew. Hidden at the small of her back. It kept it out of sight so long as you faced whoever might be foolish enough to end on the wrong end of things. The bullpen was what he remembered and the some. He didn't do the coffee thing like most cops as it was he was generally keyed up enough where he didn't need to.

Looking around he found a clear desk not far from Detective Warshol. She'd given him her full name so he'd keep it that way for awhile see the lay of the land and decide how to go on. He probably she introduce himself to the CO but the hell with that if they couldn't be bothered then neither could he. He was sure his paperwork was in order and up to snuff. Paperwork was one of the few things that the company could be counted on to get right or at least mostly right. Popping a squat he leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk watching the hustle and bustle of things.

He did wonder who they'd stick him with as his TO until they were sure about his take on things. That was if they even let him near the street the first few days. He looked over the Case Boards they were full with murders. Getting up he made his way over to get a better view. He recognized a few of the sites from news clippings and the intelligence he'd done when deciding on where to hang his spurs.

"Oi Warshol, this Butcher case who is the lead on this. Seems like a right nice fox chase." He couldn't help himself here was a nice career making case. There were quite a few murders attributed to the guy. He wanted in. The chance to run this bugger to the ground would get the juices flowing definitely.