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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 0:12:37 GMT -6
Rayvan's face scrunched up in thought, there was something she was missing something, she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. She came to a decision and hoped her STO would be alright with it, she didn't want to overstep herself already. "Okay there's something fishy with this but, I can't figure it out. The body has already been shipped to the morgue but the ME doesn't have a cause of death yet. I say we go look at this body and see what we can figure out."
She slapped the file shut, and chugged the last of her rapidly cooling coffee, before standing up and going to rinse her cup in the sink and setting it aside. She had the file in her hand but her mind was already on the move, trying to fit the pieces to the puzzle together and they didn't quite have the right angles to drop into place. "Ready Boss?" She was talking and acting just like she had been before but there was a different appearance to her already, now she was all business and ready to get to work.
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Post by chance on Jan 15, 2009 0:24:27 GMT -6
He smiled at the change in her, settling back to watch her peruse the file. It was Chance’s way with new people to let them get their feet wet right off, to give him the opportunity to gauge them for that instinct that cops either had or sadly lacked. So far, he liked what he saw. He finished his own coffee and stood, towering over her for a moment. As he headed to put his own mug in the sink, he threw the words back over his shoulder.
“I’ll make a deal with you. You don’t call me ‘boss’, and I won’t ask you to make the coffee. It’s Chance.” He turned to let her see his smile. “And you’re right. First the morgue, then the bus. It’s still in impound and locked up tight.”
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 1:16:16 GMT -6
She turned and grinned at him with that impish grin that made her look both like a young teenager on a grand adventure and a mature woman with something else hidden behind those green eyes of hers, "You got it.....Chance. By the way how did you come by a name like Chance anyway?"
She held open the door for Chance and walked out of the room behind him, past the Captains office and down the stairs, past the desk where she had started the day. She had never figured that she would be starting a case today, she figured she would have been fighting all the way to even get in the door, but here she was, now she just had to see what she could do with it.
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Post by chance on Jan 15, 2009 1:35:57 GMT -6
“My first name is really Charles, but I got hit with Chance by my older brother. I don’t know, maybe it was just my attempts to keep up with him, but I got known as one who’d always take a chance on damn near anything. And we used to flip a coin to see who’d do the other’s chores.” He shrugged. “Stupid, right? But I got nailed with it and it stuck.”
He was vaguely surprised when she held the door for him, but he grinned as he ducked through in front of her. She’d best not complain if he held a door for her, then.
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 1:47:40 GMT -6
Rayvan chuckled she knew well how a name could stick and follow you everywhere, hadn't she for years simply been known as Ray, or even worse Ray Ray. That was her brother's pet name for her, as hers had been Rome for him, she they were little she could never say Ramone, and had shortened it to Rome. "Yeah I know all about that, I have been know by Ray for too many years to count. It's only been recently that people started calling me Rayvan again."
She had a feeling she was going to enjoy working with Chance, they had somewhat similar gifts and demeanors so they shouldn't have too much of a personality conflict. "And besides you just don't look like a Charles to me." She gave a playful shrug.
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Post by chance on Jan 15, 2009 1:57:09 GMT -6
He shrugged as well. “Your bumps are in the wrong places for you to be called Ray,” he said. He figured if she was going call him on referring to her gender, they’d better get things settled right away. He’d treat her like one of the guys, but damn, he wasn’t going to pretend he was blind.
“I never minded Charles, really, but Chuck or Charlie…” He gave an exaggerated shudder. “Chance, at least, I can live with.”
A somewhat impish grin tugged Chance’s lips as the front door came in sight, and he scooted ahead to grab and open the door for her, barely resisting the urge to stick out his tongue at her. Two could play the door game.
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Post by rayvan on Jan 15, 2009 2:12:36 GMT -6
Rayvan opened her eyes wide on mock horror, "I have bumps? Damn when that happen?" She looked down as if for the first time seeing herself, "Ya know you're right." She shook her head slightly and then burst into laughter.
"Chuck sounds like something you fry up in a pan and when I hear Charlie I think about that Charlie the Tuna off the old commercials, and you don't look like a tuna so we'll stick with Chance." She gave him a pat on the back like they were old buddies.
She grinned when he shot ahead of her to open the door for her and she couldn't resist this time sticking out her tongue like a four year old who just had their favorite toy taken away, as she walked past him and out into the parking lot.
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