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Thread: Golden Shields ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Tom watched as Evie removed her Glock 22 from her shoulder holster and placed it inside of her deck. This was a common practice among many detectives, but wasn't something that Tom did. He was use to keeping his weapon inside of his shoulder holster until his work day had ended. Tom's Desert Eagle was easily twice the size of the Glock which many detectives carried. The Glock was a fine weapon and Tom used his as a back up weapon. Tom was just taking a sip of his coffee when Evie revealed who she was. A quick gag was followed by eyes opening wide at the news that this new detective was Little Evelyn Taylor. My God!.......You're little Evelyn Taylor! Tom said as he placed his mug back down on the desk. You've really grown out..........I mean up! Tom said as he felt a sudden rush of heat fill his checks turning them bright red. This is when Tom put 2 and 2 together and realized that Evie was 'The Brass Cupcake' that he heard so much about. The brass cupcake is what many in the department called Evie. She was given that name by one of her former partners who just happened to be her first. He was an older officer who was close to retirement and she was a fresh rookie just out of the police academy. He had said that Evie was metal tough and yet sweet as cake, when she wanted to be or course. This was then transformed into brass cupcake and spread acrossed the department faster then a whore could spread her legs. Your father and I were partners before he got promoted and kicked upstairs. Tom replied then like the icy hand of death, a bitter sounding voice rang out in the squad room. REED!........GOD DAMN IT REED!! Lieutenant Finn yelled out as he came into the squad room, his face was beet red. Adding to your body count already!?.........You hadn't even checked in for duty and you've already chalked up two dead bodies! Lt. Finn screamed out as he walked right up to Reese's desk then stood there glaring. Finn was a small man, standing only 5 feet 5 inches, weighting around 140 lbs. He had brown hair which Finn liked to slicked back. Tom let out a deep long sigh of pure disgust when he heard Finn's voice yelling out his name. He slowly turned his chair around to face the on coming Lieutenant. I was doing my job Lieutenant!.......Those men were holding the people in that cafe at gun point!........I saved every person in there and the streets are free of two pieces of trash! Tom screamed back as he stood up towering over the much smaller Lieutenant. If it was up to me you'd lose that badge today!........Sadly that's not my call!...........But I can do something!..........Tomorrow morning you'll report to the departments new psychiatrist for an evaluation on your fitness as a police detective!.................He'll decided whether you're fit to carry that badge! Finn added as his face grew even redder.
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Evie couldn't helpt but smile at his reaction when she told him who she was... who her father was and she blushed at little as he seemed to make at least a partial reference to how she looked. Evie was no supermodel and she had never had any desire to be one. Breaking a fingernail had never been something that have cause her a problem and she would much prefer to spend time at a baseball game than a hair salon... or even at the shopping mall. She went shopping when she wanted something, and then she went in, bought it and went home. But she wasn't ashamed of how she looked either. She enjoyed the PT at the Academy and still now she tried to get out on a run every morning before she came into work. She was about to continue the conversation but as she opened her mouth, someone started shouting... called out Reed's name. She shifted in her chair and turned a little and then watched a little stunned as Lieutenant Finn stormed over and started reading the riot act. She was equally surprised when Reed gave back just as much as he got but she had to stop herself from giggling there was something vaguely ridiculous about the pair of the squaring up to each other when Finn was shorter than she was. He quite literally looked half the man of Reed. What was clear very quickly was that Tom Reed was still everything her father had told her he had been. This was going to be an interesting experience she thought to herself. Suddenly she looked a little puzzled at Finn's final statement. Without thinking... and in someways without really appreciating that she was saying it out loud... audible to anyone who was listening, she joined in the conversation. Seems to me that a commendation is the order of the day rather than a psych eval. When was the last time you were on the street Lieutenant? And then she realized that she probably shouldn't have said that on her first day. She saw Finn glaring at her and Reed looking somewhat bemused. She shrugged a little. Self defence? Saved a hostage or two. Only casualties are perps. Two dead. Two arrested. Isn't that what cops do, Lieutenant?
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The two men glared at each other for a few more moments before Finn finally broke off his stare at Tom when Evie spoke out. Finn's glare turned quickly towards her and his face seemed to grow even redder as she questioned him about his police work. He was about to cut into Evie when it hit Finn who she was and who her father was. That's pretty bold talk for a new detective Miss Taylor! Finn said as he moved away from Tom and leaned over Evie's desk. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a stripped tie and dark colored pants. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up in his elbows. You would be doing yourself a favor by not getting close to Reed!.........He's a bad influence on young detectives like yourself!........He should have called for backup then waited for SWAT to arrive then we could have talked with those men!.......But that's not Reed's style!......His style is more suited to the wild west then the modern world! Finn spoke in a tone that made his words sound as if he was growling at Evie. Okay Finn!.....You've had your say!........Now get away from my Detectives! Lt. Tamura said as she appeared behind Finn. Lesley was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. If you have any more to say!....Say it to the Captain!.......I've already called him and he's waiting upstairs for you! Finn slowly rose up from Evie's desk and slowly turned around while Lesley was talking. It seemed that Finn was the runt of the litter since even Lesley who was 5'7 and weighed 127 was bigger then Finn was. Finn walked away grumbling about how Evie spoke to him. He was saying something about not show proper respect for those higher up. I'm Lieutenant Lesley Tamura.......Welcome to RobberyHomicide. Lesley said to Evie after Finn was going. She approached Evie's desk with her hand held out. I've heard a lot about you from your father.......He's quite proud of you. Lesley added then she told Evie not mind Finn. Lesley said that he gets off by being a pain in the ass. Well you two have some work to do......I gave Tom a case file on two murders.......Once you've filled Evie in on the details hit the streets and see what you can dig up. Lesley spoke openly to both Tom Evie then she left them at their desks. Tom picked up the file from his desk then placed it down in front of Evie. Last Wednesday morning the body of Michelle Turner was found with her throat slit from ear to ear...........This morning the body of Sheryl Briggs was found with the same kind of wound on her throat.......Both of these girls worked the Hollywood Strip area as hookers. Tom said as Evie opened the file. He pointed out that both girls worked without the protection of a pimp. It was quite easy too see that both women looked a lot alike. From their mug shot photos, both women were blonde, about the same height with a slim build. The two women were also close in age with Michelle being 23 and Sheryl being 22. The two women were also both killed on Tuesday nights or early Wednesday mornings and their bodies were found within a few blocks from where they worked the streets.
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Evie fought hard to hold her tongue. She wanted to say that learning from someone with record of solved cases like Reed had seemed like a pretty damn good idea. And that maybe Finn might want to consider how he might explain to the massed ranks of LA's print and television media why a few innocent coffee drinkers had been killed whilst an armed detective stood outside twiddling his thumbs waiting for back-up. But she managed to keep her silence this time. And perhaps Lieutenant Tamura saved her from herself too. Evie smiled as she watched Finn walk away and then continued the smile as she shook her hand. She stayed silent though as Tamura gave them their orders and then disappeared and then she concentrated on what Reed was saying. She picked up the file and started looking through it, flicking through the crime scene photos, the ME reports, witness statements... The people who found the bodes at least. So... Two bodies and lots of similarities and the conclusion is we have a serial killer of young blonde independent prostitutes who either works in ths area of town on Tuesday's or visits on Tuesday's and stays overnight before disappearing again for another week? Truck driver or salesman maybe with a regular route. Or it's someone who has Tuesday or Wednesday off. As she spoke she stood up and retrieved her weapon, before fixing it back into position and slipping her jacket back on.
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When she heard Reed use what had been her nickname almost from the moment she left the Academy, she stopped in her tracks. When her first partner came up with it within a few weeks, she hated it, particularly once her family heard about and teased her relentlessly, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. So she stayed quiet and hoped that after a week or so it would just pass. But it didn't and she had grown accustomed to its usage when she was in uniform. Part of her had hoped that maybe getting her shield might mean it would go away. Clearly not though. She stared at the retreating form of Tom Reed, with mock indignance and the hint of a resigned smile on her face. Really? First day and you want to start with that? Reed threw a look back over his shoulder and just smirked and shrugged, but kept walking towards the elevator. Evie shook her head andtook a breath and then followed him, trotting a few paces to catch him up before she missed the elevator. When they got to the garage, for a brief moment, she thought that Tom was about to climb in the passenger side and let her drive. But she should have known better. She couldn't help look a little puzzled for a moment why on earth would he open the door for her? Maybe the central locking was broken and it was just easier. But she certainly didn't expect that kind of deferential treatment. She let it pass though and climbed in saying nothing as Reed logged them in and reversed out. The journey across town passed pleasantly enough with Reed asking primarily about her father and telling her some of the things the two of them used to get up to and it didn't take too long until they were pulling in behind the black and white. Evie climbed out as the car pulled to a stop and then waited, letting Reed take the lead. First day... she certainly wasn't going to do anything which made it look like she thought she knew what she was doing - and she didn't think that. As she stood looking at Jenny Wilson, listening, she couldn't help but think that this girl was a walking victim. Blonde. Right size. No pimp. Sure she was younger than the first two victims but middle of the night, street lights, dark shadows... unless the perp was very particular, chances are he wasn't going to be able to tell.
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There was nothing else for Evie to do but stand and listen to the questions that Reed asked but more importantly to the answers that the scared and upset teenager provided. In her mind she pictured the events that the girl described pictured the locations and the players - Sheryl and the SUV and the Mustang. Was the cowboy hat really black? It was dark how could it appear anything other than black particularly in the orange glow of the limited street lighting? Did the SUV turn right and go somewhere else only then to return to that street, or did it turn right and stop, allowing the driver kill the girl there and then. Was there someone else? Jenny said that she had her own Johns. She wasn't there the entire time. What was to say that the SUV hadn't brought Sheryl back only for her then to be taken again, this time without anyone seeing her. They were about to spend who knew how long looking for a cowboy in a SUV with -D1 in the registration when neither could be correct. When Reed stood up slowly and started to put his note book away, Evie assumed that he was pretty much finished. She took a step towards the girl. Look. Maybe you should... take some time away.. just for a while. Let us try and catch who's doing this... Jenny was just too much like the other victims for Evie's liking. As she saw it, if this really was a serial killer, Jenny was a prime candidate to be the third victim.
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Jenny looked over at Evie when she suggested that Jenny take some time away from the streets. I can't afford to take any time off........I've got bills to pay......I don't get vacation pay you know. Jenny replied as she dropped her cigarette to the ground then crushed it out with the toe of her shoe. Did you know Michelle Turner?......Did she work around here? Tom asked his questions then Jenny turned towards him nodding her head. Michelle did work down by the adult theater.......I didn't know her to well.....Sheryl did. Jenny said softly as she looked back towards Evie. Michelle worked with another girl called Leather.......They kinda watched out for each other like Sheryl did with me. Jenny added as a sad smile drew acrossed her face. Jenny.......what's Leather's real name? Tom again asked which made Jenny turn her head again. Jenny had to think for a moment before speaking. Megan.......ahhhhhh.......Megan Walker........Everybody calls her Leather because she always wears these thigh high leather boots. Jenny said as she looked from Tom to Evie then back again. Jenny had admitted that although everyone who worked in this area of town knew each other, they hung around in their own groups. This of course didn't mean that they didn't talk once in a while. It only meant that the girls had their own little clicks and really didn't hang up with the others. Tom reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out one of his business cards. He gave the card to Jenny then told her if she could think of anything else, she should call the station to reach him or Evie. Tom then thanked Jenny for her help and sent Jenny on her way. Tom watched as Jenny was walking away, he then turned towards Evie. Let's go have a word with Megan. Tom gave Evie a smile as he pulled a pair of sunglasses from another inside coat pocket. He slipped the glasses on his face while Tom walked to their car. He opened the driver side door then stepped inside. Tom started up the car while Evie got in on the passenger side. He grabbing for the mic then called dispatch and had them run Megan's name through the computer. The dispatcher came back with Megan's address which was an apartment only 6 blocks away from where Tom Evie were.
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Evie shook her head a little in disbelief. She was particularly suggesting that the girl take a vacation she had just meant that the girl should try and find some place else to work. It was all well and good saying that she had bills to pay but there was a reasonable chance, as Evie saw it, that paying bills was not something she was going to have to worry about for long. As Reed engaged her again in conversation, Evie took a few steps away - but was still close enough to hear - and stared across to the patch of ground that was surrounded by crime scene tape. At the mention of the adult theatre, Evie's mind started its tracking again, picturing the location. The Belevedere.... was that its name. She had been on the job about 10 months and there had been a Vice Squad operation to raid it... the sexual encounters were not being limited to those taking place on the screen and money was changing hands. She had been one of about 8 or 10 uniformed officers that had supported the operation. It had been her first ever 'undercover' operation. Vice had needed additional people on the inside so they had 'hand-picked' some uniforms. Six of them had then been paired up just so that they could go in as 'paying customers' boyfriend and girlfriend just having some fun. The raid had produced the results Vice had wanted but of course it did nothing to the long term problem and a few weeks later everyone who had been arrested andor scared off that night had pretty much all come back. Those kinds of raids were regular events but closing the business down was possible... 1st Amendment and freedom of expression! Evie turned back around as Jenny was naming Megan Walker. She was fairly sure what the consequences of that would be and sure enough when Reed had finished talking to Jenny, and once the girl had gone on her way, he indicated that speaking to Megan was the next job. She climbed into the car as Reed was asking Dispatch for the address and waited for him to pull away. You know... on the basis of the two victims so far, that girl back there is a prime target. A bit young maybe, but pretty much everything else is right.
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Dispatch soon radioed back with the information on Megan's address, Tom pulled the car out into the street and headed off. He glanced over at Evie when she talked about Jenny being a prime target. This was true and Tom couldn't deny that fact, but the kill always stuck on a Tuesday night so they still had some time. Tom knew that if this was a serial killer, they always keep to a schedule. He had worked other cases were a serial killer was on the loose and those people worked in the same manner. Tom Evie had 6 days before the killer would be looking for his next victim. Even if they couldn't track down the killer before Tuesday, Tom was ready with a plan. He and Evie would stakeout the area where the killer has been hunting his victim's. There was also the possibility that Evie could go undercover on the streets working as a prostitute wearing a blonde wig? But such a job would be up to Evie, Tom wouldn't ask her to do it. You're right.........Jenny is a target......But we have 6 days to find the killer before Tuesday night comes around. Tom said as he drove on through the streets. With downtown traffic being what it is......it took Tom Evie almost 20 minutes to arrive at Megan's apartment. Tom exited from the car after pulling over and telling the dispatcher that they would be out of the car at Megan's address. Tom followed just behind Evie as they walked into the building. He kept a watchful eye looking around since you never know when trouble was coming or from where it would come. Evie was given the lead on questioning Megan, Tom wanted too see how she handled herself. Tom stood behind and slightly to Evie's right side while in they were in the elevator.
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Evie got out of the car, keeping cover behind her door. When Reed told her what to do she just nodded. She wasn't particularly happy but she wasn't really in a position to do anything else. The morning so far seemed to suggest that there wasn't going to be much discussion between them about the case and now clearly he was going to go off on his own and take down the shooter without back up. Evie was quickly getting the impression that Reed didn't particularly want a partner. He was pleasant enough and it certainly didn't seem personal, but he was obviously used to working on his own. Once Reed disappeared, keeping low she moved round to the officer sitting up on the ground next to the open door of his own patrol car. He had taken a bullet to the shoulder but was still conscious. She opened his shirt and checked the wound as he told her what happened. She reached into the car and opened the glovebox. She was looking for something to try and apply to the wound and was lucky to find a box of large tissues. The pulled them all out, formed them into a tight pad and applied it cautiously at first to the wound. Keep the pressure on As she worked she kept looking across at where Connors lay. He was still alive but was out in the open. Maybe she could get to him. She went back to her own car, climbed in the passenger side and scooted across to the driver's seat. The keys were still in the ignition. She pulled the car out from behind the patrol car, more rubber being left on the Tarmac as she did so. Short sharp manoeuvres, rapidly changing gears - neutral, reverse, drive - trying to move the car in as small a space as possible as quickly as possible. She drove the car across the street, bullets richocheting off the body work, bouncing it up the curb with the passenger door still open. She spun the car and came to a stop so that the open door was next to Conners. Putting the car in neutral, she reached across the seats, half lying across them so that she could reach outside. She grabbed hold of Conners' shoulders, gripping his jacket and shirt firmly and pulling. He groaned but she figured getting him out of the way was worth it. Once she had him half inside, she knocked the car back in gear and screeched away once again. This time she drove two blocks and then brought the car side ways across the street just in front of the two arriving ambulances. She climbed out of the car and met the paramedics and advised them at that the moment there was no-where for them to go. Similarly when the patrol cars started to arrive, she had them close off the street two blocks either side of the building that Reed had disappeared into ... and then she waited. There was nothing else for her to do and she had no idea what Reed was going to do... well except the obvious.