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Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Something thin and blond entered Gabriels peripheral vision and his head turned instinctively. His first glance told him it was a chick. On a second go-round, however, Gabriel realized that it was a guy. What the hell was a civilian doing so far back in the precint? This wasnt some kind of fucking petting zoo. He looked around for a uniform to escort the blond-haired straggler back toward the waiting area but turned his grey-blue eyes back at the kid when he spoke. Wow, this kid either had a pair on him or was just trying to encourage small talk. Why did people think that would work? Gabriels job was a bit more complicated than discussing the latest baseball stats or the mother-fucking weather. He managed to keep his annoyance in check as he waved a uniform over. Youre not allowed back here, kid. You need to get back to the main lobby. The officer will escort you there, he said, frowning slightly when the uniform seemed to not understand. But isnt he here for the interrogation, detective? What are you talking about? All the suspects are here, Gabriel said, his frown deepening. But thats er, have you ever met Brady before, detective? the uniform asked a bit awkwardly. Wait youre Brady? Brady Fitzgerald? Gabriel asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in his voice. He had expected some old man like Dr. Greene. However, this kid looked like he was just fresh out of highschool and ready to take on college. What the fuck? Gabriel took just a moment to recover himself. My bad, Brady, he said after a pause. I guess I was expecting someone a little fucking older.. Christ, the kid looked so young. Gabriel felt that same bitterness rising in his chest but he managed to swallow it. He must really be a genius if the captain was putting him in the interrogation room. Maybe he would learn something. Well, it felt better when he told himself that. Gabriel Newark, he said, offering a hand. My partner is waiting for you
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Oh, this noise again. Brady was almost tempted to crack a smile but he managed to keep a straight face, deciding to humour the detective by nodding as if he were saying the most agreeable thing ever heard. Poor guy. He didn't have a clue. By the time the uniform came around to enlighten the walking-talking steroid, Brady had a rather obliging smirk on his face as he watched the guy explain himself. He was only mildly impressed with the man's honesty. Everyone expected someone 'a little fucking older' but not everyone was willing to admit it. Hell, that was just another benefit to this entire deal. He could make a lot of old farts feel really little. Well, at least the ones that deserved it. It was strange to be on a first name basis. He usually got a 'hey, kid' and maybe a 'Fitzgerald' if people were feeling generous though it usually came down to 'you mouthy little shit'. This new show of professionalism was almost welcome. Brady eyed the extended hand and shook his head, smiling mildly. I wouldn't do that. Just had a wank. You know how it is. Of course he wasn't being serious but it was a good thing for detective Newark to chew on while he worked his magic. He gave the uniform a good-natured pat on the shoulder. Good lookin' out. With that said, Brady hobbled over to where he was needed. O Captain, my Captain. Help has arrived. He gave a mock bow and offered a half-smirk. Captain Geraldine looked none-too-pleased at the new arrival. Of course, he knew Brady well enough to know how he functioned. The boy was definitely useful regardless of how many skeptics told him otherwise but damn he had a mouth on him. If he could just put a muzzle on the kid, everything would work out great. This is detective Anderson, he explained shortly, Now I've already briefed you, Fitzgerald. No funny business. Brady pretended to look offended before placing a hand over his heart. No funny business. Scout's honour. The Captain merely frowned and nodded to Anderson as if silently wishing him good luck. Working with Brady, he'd need it.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabriel blinked at Bradys dismissal of his offered hand before he frowned. Whatever you say, Brady, he said. The kid had a weird fucking sense of propriety, and he wasnt sure if he was going to like him. But to be fair, Gabriel wasnt exactly in a mood to be accepting and gracious He glanced over at the uniform and gave a slight nod before following after Brady, being careful not to knock into him or his cane. Gabriel caught sight of Thomas in a conversation with the captain. Cap Gabriel didnt really manage to finish his curt greeting to Captain Geraldine considering Brady beat him to the punch. His blue eyes found Thomas, his expression clearly one of what the hell? Was the kid always like this? Gabriel was not impressed with Bradys rather childish and condescending attitude. Anderson offered the barest shake of his head before turning to Captain Geraldine. Well get back to you with our results, Cap, Thomas said as Geraldine walked away. Thanks for coming down to the station, Fitzgerald. We appreciate it. And Im assuming youve met my partner? Gabriel Newark? Yeah, weve met. And you should probably forgo shaking his hand considering you might get a surprise, Gabriel said dryly. Thomas decided not to question Gabriel. Right. Anyway, you know the routine, Fitzgerald. He opened the door to Interview Room One and held it open for Brady. Arnold looked up at their entrance. Whats the hold up? Why cant I go home? Ive told you everything I know about what happened, he said, sounding impatient and nervous. Yes, well, Mr. Young, there are a few more questions that wed like you to answer, Thomas said good naturedly. Whos that? Arnold asked, rudely pointing at Brady. His name is Brady Fitzgerald, Mr. Young, and hell be asking you a few questions. Gabriel could hear their voices, amplified unnaturally by the hidden speaker. Thomas always did the good cop routine real fucking well. Whenever they did good copbad cop, Gabriel was always in there slamming shit around and the suspect would then basically tell his life story to Thomas understanding and sympathetic face. He watched through the one-way mirror as his partner pulled out the seat for Brady. Whenever youre ready, Fitzgerald, he said with a small nod, choosing to stand to the side.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabriel felt a presence behind him and turned and found the captain staring intently at the trio locked up in that small, uncomfortable space. Is he always like this, Cap? Gabriel asked as he turned his eyes back on Brady and the self-satisfied curl of his lips. You mean arrogant, condescending, disrespectful, rude, and irritating, Newark? Gabriel smiled slightly but Geraldine kept his eyes forward. Im afraid he is, Newark. What are mere mortals to a god of his stature? he asked, bitter sarcasm in his voice. But of course, I suppose even a god needs a paycheck to live and eat. Spoken like a true cynic, Captain. I knew there was a reason I liked you, Gabriel said, vaguely listening to Bradys enhanced voice belittling the police force and all the men and women he worked with. Watch him, Newark. Insufferable as he is, he knows what hes doing, Geraldine continued as if he hadnt heard Gabriel. I dont want you to think I dont trust you as a detective anymore, Newark, because Im keeping you out here. I believe Fitzgerald will be useful in teaching everyone something. Yes, sir. The captain didnt say anything else as he walked away and disappeared into his office. Gabriel turned his attention back to the drama unfolding in the interrogation room as Anderson carefully handed Brady a rather thin, vanilla file. From where he was standing, he saw a flash of rather gruesome crime scene photos, the odd crick of a bruised neck.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Brady took the file wordlessly and carefully slid a picture forward. It would be hard for the untrained eye to see what Brady saw. At first, the man looked horrified but there was a brief moment of recognition as if he were reliving the crime and even in that moment of recognition, Brady saw what he had intended to see contempt. That look was quickly followed by anger which didn't take his set of skills to spot. What the hell is this? You think showing me this is gonna scare me into confessing? Brady quirked a brow. Young blanched before continuing, purposely avoiding Brady's gaze. The sweat ran freely down his neck. A crime I didn't commit. Brady didn't say anything for several moments. The entirety of this painful silence involved Young doing everything humanely possible to keep from meeting the Irishman's gaze as if he would turn to stone if he did. Leaning back and looking annoyingly comfortable, Brady idly drummed his fingers over the table, not once taking his eyes off of Young. I uh, saw your lady friend before I decided to grace you with my presence. Between you and me, she ain't much of a looker. This time, Young was forced to look at Brady and the incredulous expression on his face was almost comical. He was a blend of nervousness, suspicion and irritation. But there was that anger again. That's hardly- I don't know what you see in her, man, Brady interrupted mildly, I mean, besides the insurance. I'd kill for that kinda cash. Hey, shut up, Young snapped, glancing sideways at the detective as if expecting some support. I mean, got that failing business of yours and you're obviously not above murder so who's to say the lovely widow won't be next. SHUT UP, Young barked, slamming his sweaty fists onto the table. His face was red, lips pressed together in a tight, angry line as if he were struggling with himself to keep from reaching over and outright throttling the calm looking grad student. Brady was calm and infuriatingly so. But he was also intrigued. He allowed Young to calm down a little before leaning forward. You mad? Young swallowed hard and turned to address Anderson. Get me some water before I-... He dealt Brady a significant look and said no more as if he had thought better of it.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Yeah, sure, Mr. Young, Anderson said before he knocked on the door. A uniform peered in. Get the man a drink will you? Yes, sir. Anderson turned his eyes back toward Young, making sure to let his lips dip a little bit into a disapproving frown when his gaze lingered on Brady. The suspect snatched up this little behavioral quirk like a drowning man reaching for a life-raft. So youre the lucky guy who has to work with this asshole? Arnold asked, licking his lips and leaning back in his chair while tapping his foot nervously. Anderson looked politely confused. Well, Mr. Fitzgerald is an asset to the precint Arnold snorted loudly and crossed his arms over his chest. The door opened again and the uniform handed Anderson a Styrofoam cup full of fountain water. Here you are, Mr. Young. The suspect took the water and gulped it down without thanking the detective. Anderson hooked his thumb in one of his belt loops as he let his fingers spread out the white, official sheets of the case. Look, Mr. Young, I just want to be frank with you. The evidence is not looking good. You have a motive and witnesses place you at the scene. Anderson sighed and leaned against the edge of the uneven table near Arnold and looked down at him. As smart as Mr. Fitzgerald is, he wont really know about doing grunt work. About the troubles the little guy and how it feels getting shit on. No, the fuck he wont. I understand. It fucking sucks losing a business you built from the bottom up. But if you dont cooperate with us, Mr. Young, youre going to lose more than just your business, Anderson said as he turned around and pressed his palms against the table, leaning in to hold eye contact. She has you set up taking the fall. I didnt! She Arnold sputtered, his face turning red again. Anderson pulled away. The suspect was starting to break now, having been battered and toyed with by Brady and then being lulled by the detective. Anderson knew he couldnt give away too much. They were very close and the killing blow was just around the corner. The detective frowned and turned his back to Young, breaking eye contact with him so that all he had was Brady to appeal to. Something, Anderson was sure, Arnold would not like.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

When Anderson turned his back to Young, what little light there was left in the man's face vanished. He looked quite ill as he darted a worried look at the blond, nervously running a hand through his hair. He swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. What uh... You didn't exactly tell me what it is that you do. Brady merely stared at him in a drawn-out silence that only succeeded in making him all the more nervous. I meddle, he finally replied. Young frowned, now looking irritated along with nervous as he dropped his gaze. What? I don't- Let's put it this way. I know you're feeling awful nervous right now and who can blame you really. If I was goin' down for murder, I'd be shitting bricks. But it isn't fair, is it? I can tell you aren't the brains of this operation. Must suck having to go down with a woman. Bet the sex isn't even that great, right? Young shot him a nasty look. Right, Brady smiled, not bothering to let up, So, she's pissed at the wife-beating scum and concocts this craaazy idea and you're so desperate and full of anger that you let the woman take the lead. Really, Young? As a certified owner of a dick, I am appalled . Young was clenching his teeth so hard his jaw shook. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable as he finally stopped fidgeting, choosing to grab onto the table instead. What, you thought she'd let you dip into the cash because she spread her legs? Get the fuck outta here, Arny. She played you and now she's gonna let you go down for murder. Ain't that right? Young didn't reply and Brady took this opportunity to lean forward, lowering his voice so that Anderson would have to strain to hear. His blond hair fell forward but he payed it no mind. What do you think she'd tell me if I walked in? That you're indeed mind-numbingly stupid to think this was gonna end well. Young's face was going red, the sweat continuing its slow path down his temples. Maybe sleepin' with you was the wake up call, you know? Hell, maybe she even misses bein' tossed around like a ragdoll. You should try chokin' her like the deceased. Might even get her to com- SHUT UP YOU SON OF A BITCH. HE DESERVED WHAT I DID TO HIM. AND I'D DO IT AGAIN. FUCK YOU. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU TOO. In spite of the strong fingers currently wrapped his throat, Brady was grinning and trying his absolute best to speak. Yeah... he gasped, You really are a moron. Game, Set, and Match .
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Anderson and the uniform immediately stepped in to free Brady. However, they were having trouble making Arnold let go of the guys throat. Gabriel wasnt surprised. The kid had pushed him a little too far. Instead of the nudge that Arnold needed, he was given a mother-fuckin push off the cliff. Gabriel had seen the power of real anger before and the adrenaline rush that accompanied it wasnt something to be laughed at. Gabriel had once seen a perp continue coming after his partner after getting shot multiple times. It had been one of the more unnerving experiences of his career as a law enforcer. Anderson turned as the door violently swung open and Gabriel pushed aside the uniform roughly. With one hard jab to the suspects arm pits, Arnold instinctively released Brady to protect that sensitive area. Sit your ass down, motherfucker, he said, shoving Arnold away from the kid and back into his chair. However, Mr. Young wasnt paying Gabriel any attention. His eyes were all for Anderson. It was all her idea! She told me about the life insurance. She said shed take him to Rockets and pretend to try make up after their last fight. Fuck! Im not going down for that bitch! So sing some more, you prick, Gabriel said, grabbing Arnold by his shirt. His face was impassive and cold but inside his heart was pounding. This was what he had wanted. The balls to the wall kind of interrogation. Gabriel loved that shit. We need your official statement, Arnold, Anderson said quickly, placing a hand on Gabriels shoulder. She told me she was gonna get him shit-faced. She told me to wait until she called for a cab and then take him outside. I fucking stabbed the bastard right there on the street, Arnold said, breaking out into a kind of hysterical laughter. And then I shoved him in front of the car. It was all her idea. It was all her fucking idea! The suspect continued to yell or murmur this while Gabriel let him go and turned his eyes to Anderson. He offered a slight nod and Anderson motioned to the uniform to put him in handcuffs. Get this shit-bag out of here, he said as he watched Arnold allow the police officer put him in chains without a single word of protest. Youre gonna help me right? Yeah, Arnold, were going to help you. Were going to talk to the wife first and talk to the D.A. on your behalf. Its gonna be a pretty clean case if youre willing to testify against her. Mr. Young looked at Anderson with a rather blank expression before numbly nodding his head and the uniform led him out of the room. Gabriel closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his heart as he vaguely heard Anderson tell everyone they had done a good job. He turned to look over at Brady. You want some ice for that, Brady? he asked. Gabriel would not be surprised if Brady had a lasting bruise for a couple of days.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Brady's air supply was being cut off and his normally pale face began to turn very red. However, he didn't appear to struggle. It was a moment of deja vu. He could recall something eerily similar occurring a couple of years previous and if he knew his history, a big burly homicide detective would storm in and get the perp off of him. Though, he hoped the similarities ceased there. He wasn't ready to dive headfirst into that territory again. As if on cue, detective Newark walked in and pulled Young off of him in his own unique fashion. Brady felt the fingers release his throat and sweet air sweep through him. He coughed softly, rubbing at his neck aching neck. His gaze fell upon his cellphone, eyeing the picture of the smiling toddler. He needed to be more careful. If something happened to him, he'd never see that smile again. A slight shadow fell over his face but it was gone in an instant. Microexpressions , he thought with a soft snort. Well, his job was done. He remained seated when Young was dragged off, his blond hair curtaining his face as he stared at the table with an inscrutable look on his face. The sound of his name managed to get his attention. He lifted his head and eyed the detective who was undoubtedly studying his reddened neck. He might have expected Anderson to ask but apparently Newark was eager to make use of himself. It was almost kind of cute. Deciding to spare him any sarcastic remarks, he simply shook his head. I'll live. And if you fine folk will excuse me, I've got a date with the loo. He slowly rose to his feet, grasping his cane as he hobbled past the detectives and out of the stuffy room. He'd splash some cold water on his face and take a nap before work. If he got lucky.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe looked up at Brendas approach, his hand instinctively covering up the opened vanilla folder that held some rather grisly photos. Hey, he said with a tired smile. Uh, Ive actually never been here before so you got any suggestions? I need something to give me a wake-up call and do you guys serve anything to eat? As he asked this, Gabe glanced around, looking for any windows that might display something tasty or a black chalk board that announced the days special. He actually did a double-take when his blue-grey eyes looked over Brady. It was definitely him. He was just dressed up in a waiters apron which made the situation even more bizarre for Gabriel. He assumed that Brady would find a job like this below him considering he seemed like a misanthrope. Gabe would have found it more likely to see Brady behind a podium, drilling the next young generation with information. Or maybe in a rock band. The words of greeting were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Probably startled out of him. Hey Brady, Gabriel said, his eyebrow arching slightly while a corner of his mouth managed to lift up into a smile. He turned his attention back to Brenda. Sorry, didnt know Brady worked here. I actually met him today so kind of weird. Anyway. Gabriel offered a small apologetic smile at his rambling. Any suggestions for me?
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

We sure do, she piped cheerily, deciding to be polite and not comment on his concealing the pictures, I don't know if you're fond of calzones but they're wicked good here and I'm not just saying that. And I think coffee would wake you up. Unless you're in a latte mood. Or a cappucino. Either way, I'll make sure you get your money's worth. Okay, so she was flirting shamelessly but it had been a while since she dumped her douche of an ex. Gosh, he had the sweetest smile, she thought to herself. A girl could really fall hard. When the man offered Brady a greeting, she had to suppress a sigh. It seemed as though everyone in the English speaking world knew her co-worker. Then again, more than half these people hated him too but this lovely specimen seated in front of her seemed to be among the select few who could stand him, if that smile was anything to go by... Oh, no need to explain. We all get like that when we meet Brady for the first time. She glanced over her shoulder, dealing the aforementioned blond a sweet little smile before turning back to the handsome detective. Brady could have laughed at Brenda's urgent need to get laid if it wasn't for the detective being all friendly for no good reason. He didn't know what Newark's deal was. One second he was striking fear into the heart's of perps and the next he playing the part of a gentle giant. To him . A copper being 'nice' to him was unheard of. He managed a brief nod of greeting for the sake of being decent to a guy who looked like he could have used a laugh or two. He couldn't properly assess Newark without getting in his face and he was in no mood to fuck around. He was hot, he was tired and he wanted to crash.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe couldnt help but return the waitress vibrant smile and feel a bit embarrassed to be on the receiving end of such blatant flirting. It was cute, sure, but a relationship was the last thing he was looking for at the moment. Gabe had to clean up his life first before even thinking about letting someone else into it. Anyway, he was sure that once the girl got to talking to him she would run screaming the other way his drinking problem, his gruesome day-job, his crazy ex-girlfriend, and his family. Oh, and she seemed a bit too young for him. Tell you what. I think Im gonna try one of your wickedly good calzones, Gabe said with a small smile. And the biggest cup of black coffee that youre allowed to sell here. And I think thatll just about do me. He wasnt sure if he would be getting much sleep tonight and, considering he was already pretty damn tired, Gabe was going to need all the legal drug help that he could get. He was almost done with Andersons late work but he hadnt even touched the current case file with Arnold Young. Jesus. Why had he decided to be a nice guy? He should have just stuck with being a douchebag like usual.