What: NYPD/DA's Office Halloween Party
When: Halloween, dumbass.
Where: NYC Police Museum
Time: 7:00 PM - ???
[There are the usual scary decorations, food and beverage tables, and dance floor. Anything else is up to you all. Feel free to have your characters enter at any time and please include their costume descriptions.]
I'd like to meet with you sometime this week. Let me know when you're available.
OOC: Most of this is a summary of events up to a point from "For the Defense" - I did this so anyone not involved in the RP thread can follow what's been going on.
The long week was beginning to take its toll on Connie. In the car on the way to meeting the DA's key witness for trial prep, she took several deep breaths, reminding herself to stay calm, distracting herself with thoughts of vacations and baby showers.
The trial would take place and it would end. They would do the best they could and they would move on. It's what they always did. This was no different. Except that the stakes were a lot higher than normal and it was bound to be one of those times where things got dirty. It had already started.
A witness for the DA's office was dead - shot to death in front of the hotel where the woman was staying under police protection, by an unidentified man in a blue Audi.
Originally, the girl, Maggie Hayes, was thought to have been killed by her ex-boyfriend, who she was supposed to be testifying against. After some searching, however, detectives linked the blue Audi to Maggie's boss, an auto exporter with some shady business ties named Rainey. They got the information on Rainey from another of his employees -- Maggie's co-worker and friend, Paige Regan -- who knew about Maggie's protective custody deal.
Initially, Paige Regan had been afraid to talk to the cops about Rainey. To get her to talk, they arrested her on obstruction and co-conspiracy charges. Right when she was about to tell them what was going on, a lawyer showed up, claiming to be Paige's counsel.
Only Paige never requested counsel and the man was Marcus Woll. He was there, he said, on behalf of a friend of Paige's. She refused to see him and ended up telling the detectives the truth about Rainey -- that she mentioned to him Maggie being in police protection. He told her he needed to see Maggie about work-related issues. Paige set up a meeting between the two, never for a minute thinking anything was wrong with that. Until Maggie ended up dead and the police told her about the killer's getaway car -- Rainey's car.
Rainey was arrested and arraigned. His lawyer? Marcus Woll. Rainey was the so-called 'friend' who sent Woll in a thinly-veiled effort to intimidate Paige into keeping silent. Neither of them were really friends of Paige Regan's -- and she was immediately put into police protection.
Something wasn't sitting right with Connie - or Michael or Jack or the cops, for that matter - about Marcus Woll's involvement. He'd always been determined to win - even back when he was an ADA - and he'd definitely been smug - but there was something about him that changed. Connie couldn't pinpoint it, but it nagged at her. Even after the last case they'd tried against a client of his, she'd written him off as a cocky bastard who was very driven, but not dangerous. Now...now she didn't know.
With a sigh, Connie got out of the DA's town car, thanked the driver and headed into the hotel where Paige Regan was being kept. Eames and Nichols would be there, a fact that made her feel a bit better. She went up the elevator, getting off on one of the higher floors, made her way down the hall and knocked on the door of the hotel suite she knew to be Paige's.
Monday, February 15.
Danny Ross got up from his desk around mid-afternoon and walked over to his office door. He opened it, looking out into the Major Case bullpen. Spotting the two detectives he wanted to talk to, Ross called out, "Eames. Nichols. My office."
OOC: Thank you to Cassie for the quick beta. <3 Please let me know what you guys think. :)
Monday 1st February
Spending the morning at a crime scene did nothing to Alex Eames except restore her faith in the failure of humanity, especially when the crime itself was so horrific that even she was going to have trouble sleeping that night. Normally she would focus all her energy on the case itself, but sometimes it was easier said than done. It wasn't just this new case that weighed on her mind. It was also the Caspers case that hadn't exactly ended on a positive note (and that was an understatement). But she had enjoyed working with Zach Nichols. She had found his work method to be a little unusual but she wasn't a stranger to that, and they seemed to get along like a house on fire.
Alex pushed the chair away from her desk and grabbed her coat. Taking one look at her partner, she sighed. He was clearly somewhere other than here, judging by the glazed over look in his eyes. She doubted he had even heard her move, which was unlike him. Well, if she gave that some thought, that wasn't strictly true - lately that was exactly how he was. She had to remind him she was there, and sometimes she doubted he really was paying any attention at all until he managed to pull himself together. He seemed to be deep in thought, on what she had thought was case related, but she wasn't so sure anymore.
"Hey," she called out as she pulled her coat over her shoulders. "We've got a few witnesses to speak to..." she trailed off, realising she didn't have much of an audience. "Goren? Bobby?" she tried again.
That seemed to work because he turned to look at her, blinking up at her with a frown aimed at himself. "Sorry, Eames."
"Yeah," she paused, "What's going on?"
"Just thinking," he gave her a little facial shrug as if that was supposed to be all the explanation she would need.
Alex let out a small sound of amusement. She would be shocked if he wasn't thinking. "About...?" she tried to prompt him.
He seemed to hesitate, studying her for a moment and then shaking his head. She wasn't sure what that meant. Just as she was about to ask, he opened his mouth and interrupted her, "I've been thinking about resigning, actually."
That statement caused her to freeze on the spot. Goren resigning had not been anywhere on her list of possible causes or problems. Actually she just hadn't considered it, period. She walked back to her desk, slowly, and pressed the tip of her index finger against the surface. "How far into this thinking are you?" She asked, tentatively. She was almost afraid of the answer.
Bobby took a deep breath and then purposely looked at the small envelope on his desk. "Far enough," he told her, honestly. Funny, this was actually harder than he thought it would be. This wasn't like quitting your day job at the local fast food franchise, or suddenly deciding you want to be a singer instead of an actor. This involved someone else, and it would change things for her, too. But none of that was a reason to stay.
"You said that this year was a fresh start, right?" He started to explain. She nodded. "That's what it is."
Alex sighed. "What will you do?"
Bobby laughed, though he didn't sound all that amused. "I don't know... I have options--private investigation, looking at older cases, you know, criminal profiling..."
"Looking for your nephew?"
He stared at her and then nodded, "Yeah."
With her arms folded, she studied him for a moment before she nodded towards Ross' office. "He's in now..." Bobby wasn't sure but it seemed like she was daring him to do it, testing to see how much he really wanted it and how far he was willing to go.
He slowly nodded at her and then pulled away from his desk.
She watched him as he informed their Captain, handed over his typed up letter of resignation. She watched but she wasn't really paying attention. Thinking over it, she probably could've seen it coming if she hadn't been so caught up in her own problems. But he had been on the edge for long enough of a time that it could've ended in a much different place. She figured this was the better way to go. He would get to leave without a giant black mark against his badge or one more rumour about his mental state. He would get his fresh start.
Alex shook herself out of her thoughts when he returned, he picked up his own coat. Yes, they would still have two weeks to work together.
She took the opportunity to cover it all up before any of the soap-like mush could begin, and she smirked. "Don't think this puts you in the driver's seat, that's still mine." She picked up the car keys and made her way out of the squadroom.
Friday, December 3
The apartment building was busy with the sounds of people getting ready for the day - a blowdryer running on the third floor, a microwave whirring on the second, parents rushing their children out the door, a suit shouting on his cell phone as he left the elevator.
The fourth floor was no different - same mundane, everyday noises just like the six other floors. Until the bloodcurdling scream rang out.
It was followed half a minute later by cries of, "Oh, god! Oh, god!" as Jillian Goldberg flung open the door of Apartment 4B.
"Help!" she yelled out, her voice breaking. "Someone call the police!"
(Prosecute the offenders, get drunk and gossip, whichever! If you're an ADA, feel free to JOIN IN THE LAWYER BAR FUN TIMES!)
After a long day at work, Connie headed to the bar not far from Foley Square where she was supposed to be meeting Jeff Bennett and a few other ADAs. She'd promised to introduce Jeff to some people. At the least, she knew Brian Peluso and Casey Novak would show up (hopefully). Once Connie stepped into the bar, she grabbed a booth not too far from the entrance. When the waitress came by, she ordered a pitcher of beer for the table. While she waited for the others to arrive, Connie looked over some paperwork.
The venue for the NYPD/DA's Office Annual Halloween Party is decorated as festively as you can get on a small budget. There's orange and black crepe paper along with various other decorations - hanging paper skeletons, witch hat centerpieces, etc. There are also bowls of snacks and candy, along with a fountain of punch that will inevitably be spiked (if it's not already). There's bobbing for apples and other games for the kids, and music playing with a dance area for the adults.
OOC: In case your characters didn't hear about it through the grapevine or being at 1PP themselves...
Breaking News Bulletin
The Ledger has just confirmed that there was an officer-involved shooting outside of police headquarters this afternoon. At this time, there is no other information available.
The Ledger has confirmed that Narcotics Detective Ricardo Montez, 34, of the 24th precinct, is in critical condition after being shot at close range by a suspect already under investigation. The suspect, 27-year old Jaime "Jimmy" Jimenez, is in police custody.