Detective the Heart Beats I Presume (Izzy)

[tad]

Tad walked into the bullpen to ind that his desk was not where his desk once was and neither was anyone elses. It was as if gnomes or bodachs had snuck in during the night and redecorated. The organized chaos of the floor plan was not just ordered. It made the space seem even more foreboding than before. Each desk had its name tag and badge affixed where easily visible. The previous clutter was neatly arranged in bins. The phones were all located in the same corner of each desk. It was a wonder in efficiency and space conservation. He hated it.

Moving around the mass of two desk cubes arranged in a grid pattern he searched out his perch. He was hoping that he hadn't been shoved closer to Reilly or Jensen as they both tended to work the witch cases and always smelled of St. John's wort and crypt mold. Not to mention he just didn't like either of them even if Reilly was right fit. She was a die hard southside Irish girl from a long line of rozzers and made no qualms of slipping in the word oppressor when speaking of his own Britannic origins.

Strangely enough he got the feeling that she'd willingly toss him if given the chance. The thought brought a smile and a frown to his face. He'd in a pissed up state easily slip her a trim bit. As for Jensen the man was a horrible numpty of a berk. Tad was gobsmacked that such a person could be allowed to carry a gun let alone weave spells. But he knew it took all kinds.

Finding his desk he wasn't surprised that it was in a corner of the basic grid away from the main paths of the floor. He was surprised that they had stuck a looker like Izzy with him in the hell of anonymity. He considered her his partner but nothing was official as far as proper police channels. It seemed as if their association wasn't as clandestine as they'd attempted to make it. Sitting at his desk he saw that official memoranda was front and center. Quickly skimming it he barely contained the laughter that threatened.

Because of the shooting at the Hancock the night of 'The Butchers' last killing they would be forced into mandatory sensitivity training classes when dealing with lycanthropes of any variety as well as no detective with less than an eighty on the range would be allowed into the field armed. The memo went on to assign the team into two man sub teams as denoted by desk assignment.

Well if that wasn't a load of bollocks for you, he thought. He was happy with his partner but as he feared Reilly and Jensen were the next desk set over. If that didn't take the cake nothing would.

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Isabella walked out of the Captains office her body held ridged as she walked to her desk growling as she took the memoranda and dropped it into the trash as she growled a bit. Placing a cup of coffee down on her desk as she looked over to Tad and smiled at him, her eyes had that glint in them. “Well morning I guess you read I and you are partners…” She said as she took a breath and tried to calm down, she really didn’t work well with others and it seemed the higher ups here wanted her to be around Tad for some reason may he could keep up with her. “So let’s see what we are up against and what we are to do about it.” She said as she moved the chair out and sat at her desk.

She saw that Reilly was next to them as she rolled her eye and growled a bit, she hate the girl. She was smart and good at her job but just pissed Isabella off in a bad way. Izzy’s temper was flaring after the shooting and hearing all the bad talk about Lycans and how bad they are; she had a skeleton about a wolf in her closet and the fact that she loved her brother dearly even after his attack. She wrinkled her nose as she shook her head and opened her top draw and pulled out a picture of her and her brother.

Taking a deep breath as she shook her banishing the demons that threaten to sit in as she took the cup of coffee; bringing it to her naturally pink lips as she took a sip of her creamy goodness, she would need to get another cup soon and go out to get a smoke. Turning on the computer as she waiting for it to boot up why she started to set up her desk to the way she like , for some reason everything had to be neat and perfectly parallel to each other. She took a breath as she quickly signed in and smirked at the new set up on the desk top.

“Ok Tad so are you going to the classes? I told by the higher ups I did not have to go do to things in my life now. “She said as she looked over her emails and smiled, there was an email from her sister-n-law telling her about her niece winning the spelling bee and getting all A’s.

“Well …” She said her finger flying over the keys as she wrote a email back to her sister-n-law about how proud she was an how much she missed them all. “What are the plains for the day? “

[tad]

Tads face lightened as he smiled as Izzy settled into her desk. "Fuck all luv its mandatory. So you know there is no way in this world that I'll be there. Hell I wasn't even officially on the force when that lot happened. They can bugger themselves with that rot." He could tell that from their aisle mates desks that they again had been at the midnight oil with full dip. He couldn't see how she stood such a moron, but it took all kinds he supposed.

Of course the same could be said for how he and Izzy were getting along. Hell she was attracting the eye of Fae so in the grand scheme of things she should have been partnered with a climber that was on the prowl for promotion instead of someone who really only wanted to do right by the public without sacrificing the innocent monsters.

"Today I think we should pore over the files from the previous leads." He said as he tossed a paper across the desk to her. He might be being a bit paranoid but this Jack fellow seemed to be starting a war of words with "The Butcher". " I don't think we will have long before the fat really starts sizzling on this one."

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Looked at Tad as she smirked , she wore a green suit today that seemed to offset her hair nicely, she even more makeup which was rare but her eyes held steel as she touched the files with her hands and looked up. “Well what will the captain say when he realize you ran away with your partner then go to the classes?” She teased him as she took her coffee and took a sip wondering what she was going to do with this Jack guy. “Looks like we have to have a talk with someone soon…”She handed him the paper with a picture of Jack on it, this man looked to be a bad person to cross but she didn’t care at this point.

“I think we have our work cut out with this one… Now what to do about this and there has to be something in here other then sugar fried fat…” She said as she looked at him hopefully, maybe she could talk him into leave here for breakfast and pouring over the files then, hell she would even cook at her own home. She frowned at one of the pages that got graphic with pictures and all, good thing she had a stomach of steel after years on the force nothing really bothered her anymore. “Lets get some food during the classes what you say?”