A new Sheriff in Town ((Open/RPIT)

[jay]

Jay walked into the RPIT HQ and looked around, his pale, aqua hues scanning his soon to be new home. He had transfered over from San Diego where he had been the head of RPIT there, and was currently seeking out the Captain to finalize his paper work and transfer. New city, new times. It had been a rough road in San Diego, drama, chaos, pain. Now, with this fresh start possible he wondered, would the drama follow him here. he moved over to the secretary, happily filing her nails behind her desk and admiring the recent Vogue magazine in front of her. Some tings never change.

"Ahem," Jay smiled down at the frumpy middle aged woman, his boyish grin wide as much as his eyes were. dressed in black suit trousers and a pale blue shirt, the tie seemingly forgotten and a black blazer over the shirt, he handed the secretary his transfer papers.

"Jay Connor, I am assuming some one is expecting me..." He said and watched the eye of confusion from the secretary, "Sergeant Conner, transfer from San Diego...RPIT?"

The woman nodded, "Oh, yes..please, take a seat, I will find some one to show you around...Sir..I mean...Detective...sergeant....Sir.."

Jay grinned at her stuttering and nodded like a gentleman and proceeded to take a seat in the waiting read, crossing one leg over the other and watching the general busy chaos of the Chicago PD. He was going to like it here.

[metatron]

Steven had gotten the call from the front desk the new Sergeant had arrived.
He had time enough to wonder how everything would go with this guy. Steven was dressed in his suit for office. And invariably he had found something had spilled on his tie.

He ignored it as he walked out to the front desk and laid eyes on the only person sitting out there. He huffed a sigh and approached. Ribs still sore from his wonderful hospital stay he was on desk duty not allowed in the field until fully recovered.

He held out his hand but tried not to reach out. He was a little pale still from the hospital visit. “Hi you must be Sergeant Conner transferring over. I’m Lt. Crusinski. I’ll show you around then we can get you settled in and hopefully Cord will crop up He’s the head of our unit.”

He smiled that was about all he could do and be cheerful his left arm stayed close to his side and his ribs. He came back to early but he’d be damned if he’d admit it.

[jay]

Jay sat upright, a firm, straight back and inquisitive eyes, watching everything. He noted the man approaching him, allowing his eyes to scan briefly over the man. It didn’t take a genius to see this guy had “cop” written all over him. His demur, his manor and the seemingly slight lean, an injury perhaps. From the looks of it, ribs. Jay, himself had broken his ribs more times than he could count, it was beginning to become predictable.

Jay rose as the man reached him, taking his hand in a firm grip and shaking it once, “Lieutenant, A pleasure. I hope my transition here will be an easy one. I am assuming the paperwork as been signed, licences transferred?” Jay released the man’s hand and followed as he lead.

“I am itching to get straight into my work load, I am not one who values personal time. How large is the RIPT task force here? Active case loads? I am sorry if i seam almost automated, but i honestly do wish to get to work asap. I hope, if anything, my transfer papers expressed from San Diego what a value I will be here, at least I hope that is the case.”

Jay pushed his hands deep into his trouser pockets, as they walked, taking note of faces, layouts, and out of habit his eyes marked out exit points. He had yet to gain his gun, he did not have hold of a licence for Chicago, that would be given to him along with his new badge. It felt strange, not having his double shoulder holster needing against his ribs, almost as if someone had stripped away his comfort blanket.

[metatron]

Steven laughed softly. “Well one reason the transfer was approved is we just got approval for a full staff. Until recently however there were only two detectives. And then I got in a pretty serious altercation and landed in the hospital and not on my feet.”

He was not looking forward to the back log that there was. But now with three others it looked like it was going to be a little more bearable. He pointed out along the way the different areas and then the coffee room. However rpit had their own coffee pot as well.

“Well now that we have the funding for a full unit, hopefully we wont be the place they send those of us to punish ya know. The Captain is beside himself. We had another detective transfer in yesterday as well as a woman. He’s got his hands full with the woman at the moment though I haven’t caught her name yet.”

“As for open cases we got a dead thing on a bus none of us have encountered whatever it is cause its not your garden variety. Then we have a dumpster full of body parts that all have the tiger strain of lycanthrope. And then any number of cases that are back logged that we haven’t had a chance to even look at. But we’ll get you to the Captain first before we throw you to the wolves of the desk. Maintenance hasn’t brought up the new desks yet so we are a little cramped.”

[jay]

Jay walked silently, bobbing his head now and again, his eyes taking in the place that he would be spending his time. Jay loved the aura if police stations, a strange notion, but the frenzied rush, smell of gun oil and the incoherent droning noise of anxious cops and caffeine fuelled detectives. It was home to him.

“I grow worried if i go 6 months without landing in the hospital, makes me feel i am chancing Karma.” Jay smirked and allowed his eyes to wander over a petite blonde uniformed cop before throwing her his boyish grin then following after Steven.

Jay almost made a amused witty comment about the captain having his hands full with the woman, but decided this boyish humour was best left out of the equation so far. Jay generally seemed like the boy next door, the odd joke to lighten a mood, but when it came to the job, he was resourceful, dedicated, and merciless.

“Cramped is fine, and work load, I have grown used to the poor funding of RPIt and the back log of old cases. You’ll find my past record speaks for itself when solving cases, I don’t give up. Period.”

[metatron]

"If thats what you're used to then the funding will be new for you as well. The Captain said we'd just gotten a big bribe from the city since the monsters have started moving back in. More work but the accomodations should get better."

Steven had noticed the exchange of looks that Jay had with the uni but he wasn't going to make a point of it. It was actually almost an unwritten law that if a cop wasn't dating a bunny that they'd end up with at least one or two office romances. Steven had been so busy with his own extracurricular activities he'd hadn't time for that.

Speaking of which he was surprised that they let him back with no issues so soon after the incident. His suspicious mind had fit to be tied over it especially as Cord had insisted he bring the new officer to him. Normally Cord was a good deal more hands on...

[jay]

Jay patiently followed the man, though he was anxious to get his licence, get his guns and get out onto the streets. He was new to the city and needed to familiarize himself with the area. Especially if he was to be lieutenant.

“tell me, have I been assigned a partner? Someone to show me the lay of the land, so to speak, I need to get to know this city fast, if i am to do my job efficiently.” Jay pulled his hands from his pockets and rubbed the ever present tense muscles of the back of his neck, still ever aware of the uncomfortable feeling of not having his shoulder holsters.

“And my gun licence? Am assuming my guns were transferred over as well? Are they down in storage. I apologize if my demeanour comes across as pressurizing you, i get a little fidgety when starting a new job, just want to get out there, do my duty.”

[metatron]

Steven laughed even as his ribs protested." Slow down Connor everything is all set. Cord is a magic man. He even managed to keep my job after my snafu. Trust me you'll be all set by the time we leave his office. As far as Partners I think you pulled Dorian. Hes a good guy."

Moving up the stairs to Cords office Stevens mind ran the numbers again. This really still didn't make sense. He was allowed to return to active duty. The sheer ramifications of everything didn't add up. Cord was good but this smelled wrong. It was Stevens perpetual flaw that he inspected every gift horses mouth...

[jay]

As they walked jay arched an inquisitive brow at Steven, "You seem lost in your thoughts?" Jay said as they walked, "A diet of coffee, broken bones and no sleep I find leads your mind to carry away with itself." he pushed his hands into his pockets as they walked.

"Dorian You say?" Jay said in comment to his partner, "As long as they are decent enough am happy with any one."