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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 22, 2011 20:34:12 GMT -8
Emily stared open mouthed at Agent York. He had to be joking. York had no real reason for this newcomer to come along. Was he just testing the waters to see how far he could get with them? Maybe George was right, maybe this investigation was just a game to him...what was up with volunteering her to babysit!? Emily was flabbergasted and a little embarrassed George would probably use this as another example of her total incompetence sometimes in judging a true character of a person.
Emily shot a disbelieving glance in George's direction unsatisfied by York's reasoning that Clover was now an important part of this investigation. Important my ass, is this your way of throwing your weight around Mr. FBI?
Oh Emily was not backing down from this now! If York wanted to drag along a civilian he was going to have to fight for it. The Greenvale Sheriff Department were no pushovers.
She took a step closer to York and held her palm up to halt his attempt to walk away. "Now just wait a minute here, Agent Morg-York! I'm sorry, but what you just said didn't make one lick of sense. I may not be some hot shot FBI Agent but I can still smell a load of bullshit. This young woman is 'important' to the investigation just because she happened to wander into our crime scene? If anything that should make her more suspect!" She shot a pitying glance towards the girl. Emily didn't really think this girl hurt Anna but what York was suggesting was just moronic.
"How am I supposed to help you process this possible crime scene if I have to babysit someone who shouldn't even be there in the first place. Do you really think that little of our department or of my abilities as a Sheriff Deputy? Are we that small time to you that you feel it's okay flaunt your power and walk all over us with such ludicrous requests? There's no need for that, York! I thought you were more grown up than this-this...PISSING contest!"
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 22, 2011 21:22:26 GMT -8
York grinned widely at her. "You know, Emily, despite your uniform, you look terribly cute when your cheeks get all red like that. Combined with the outfit you wore at the SWERY65 last night and you'd be a regular girl next door!"
He walked over to the log and picked up the bagel sandwich Emily had made. It seemed like an action meant to keep his free hand busy in lieu of his usual cigarette smoking.
"But back to official business. I hope you're not implying that I'm not taking this investigation seriously. This case is my number one priority, and I am handling it the way I'm normally accustomed. I could brag about the number of past successes I've had with these methods, but that would take all day, and we don't have the time."
His tone wasn't upset or overheated; if anything, he sounded as if he had made this kind of speech before. As he spoke, he gestured broadly with the sandwich.
"Do you really think I would ask for Clover to come along if there wasn't a good reason? The Bureau does not put fools in charge of important homicides, so if my actions seem foolish to you, I can only attribute that perception to the difference in working styles between country and city law enforcement. Neither is superior to the other; however, in this case, City is in charge, and you will do as I ask."
This was followed by a prolonged, heavy sigh. York seemed resigned to something.
"All I'm asking is for a little faith. The same faith that I have in taking a bite of this... mysterious sandwich."
He took a bite.
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Clover
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Post by Clover on Jan 23, 2011 6:55:26 GMT -8
Clover looked up at York, when he talked to her again. It was like he was reading her mind or something. Perhaps she made a really readable sad face, but she did not notice that. However she did made a readable face next, when the man talked about mutants and Dr.Something... She was confused. This guy doesn't look like an FBI agent.
Well,Clover liked the idea of joining them to the other crime scene. But what was the agent talking about? She didn't even know anything of the murders,how could she be an important part of this investigation? That made Clover a little nervous, but still she was happy to go. That wasn't another boring day in Greenvale.
''Uh,no. I won't tell anyone,agent.'' she shook her head.
The woman looked upset, and started to speak to the FBI agent, a little pissed off it seemed. Clover had nothing to say so she just, stepped back a little to where the Sheriff was, and stayed there looking at them, and listening to their conversation.
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Post by George Woodman on Jan 23, 2011 17:52:43 GMT -8
"What in the hell are you talking about, Agent Morgan? Fate? What does that have to do with anything. You still haven't explained why she is important to the investigation or why bringing her along doesn't break protocol. The last thing I'll ever let you do is turn my police force into a babysitting service." George replied sternly to Agent Morgan. He couldn't believe how stubborn and idiotic the man was.
However, the only reply he got was the "But it's what I do and I was successful this way before." reply that he kept spouting. "Not that it stopped you from holding us up the past hundred or so times..." he thought.
However, after his last statement, George decided to put his foot down.
"Faith? So far, you haven't proven that you are a man I can put faith in. You waste time and antagonize the people of my town and my Sheriff's department. She doesn't come with us and that's final!" he responded, holding his ground. At least he had Emily on his side this time.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 23, 2011 19:02:10 GMT -8
York, still chewing, looked as if he was about to respond to George's accusations... Then he stopped. He swallowed the mouthful of sandwich and immediately his eyes widened. For a moment it looked like he was going to faint. His skin turned pale, he was sweating... His left hand flew up to cover his mouth as if he was about to be sick-
Left hand?
He shook out his arm, experimentally. The now useless sling constricted its movements; he slid it off from around his head and flexed his fingers as if he'd never used them before. The sheen was gone from his face, but he was still pale, and his eyes were even wider than before.
"This is amazing! Incredible! It's like a miracle!" He raised his left hand in the air and turned it over, staring at it with a huge grin on his face. "One bite and my arm is completely healed! Emily, you're a white sorceress disguised as a police officer. I don't know what you put in this, but there must have been some kind of bizarre chemical reaction involved to produce such an effect... Do you mind if I keep the rest of this for future study?"
Triumphantly, York produced an evidence bag (of which he apparently had hundreds) with one hand and put the sandwich into it with the other. Ta-da! Then he reached out and clasped Emily's hand, the one still holding the chip.
"Emily, of all the things that have happened today, this is the one event I absolutely did not see coming."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 23, 2011 23:33:18 GMT -8
Emily was breathing a little hard after rant to York. She was surprised at how upset she was...to think the she was usually the calm one in these types of situations, here she was acting like George!
If she was being honest her most of her anger had to do more with York putting her on babysitting duty and not necessarily inviting Clover. Sure it was strange request but for some reason her "demotion" hurt much more. Did York see her as that unprofessional, so much so that he preferred a civilian's help over her own?
At this moment she was so mad at herself and her behavior these past couple days! For York to feel this way she must have come off as a complete wreck and an incompetent officer of the law! But these thoughts flew out of her head with York's next statement.
Cute? Girl next store?
Emily had just laid into the man and he response was a compliment? His observations were totally unexpected and was momentarily at a loss for words as when he grinned at her.
Emily's eyes darted in George's direction in confusion. The Sheriff was clearly not amused and his gaze only darkened further the longer York talked and reminded them both that he was the one in charge. On seeing George's annoyance with the situation helped Emily focus on the matter at hand. She was mad, not charmed! But still her new resolve did not stop the butterflies from York's compliment and smile from fluttering in her stomach.
He's just saying stuff like that to make you forget the real issue here pull it together Wyatt!
His reasoning wasn't sound and his so called 'city' methods were bizarre. She wasn't going to let a couple compliments her way deter her! At least that's what she planned until York asked her to have faith and took a bite of her bagel sandwich.
In that moment time had frozen and her eyes widened in anticipation. This was the first time in a long time anyone willing ate her food and right now she could care less about this whole Clover situation!
For a moment she was sure York would spit it out and make some sort of "poison" comment but to her shock York's left arm was mobile once again! Did her sandwich really heal him? York seemed to think this was the cause! She was flabbergasted people got sick from her cooking...they never felt better. She could only stare in wide-eyed wonderment and when the giddy York took her hand all her previous hurt and anger quickly disappated.
He liked it?
With a shy grin Emily said, "I-I guess if you think Clover will be useful in our visit to the mill we should follow your judgment. You are leading this investigation after all..."
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Post by George Woodman on Jan 24, 2011 19:54:24 GMT -8
As Morgan was eating his sandwich, he didn't seem at all phased by George's argument. "It's like I'm arguing with a five-year-old." he thought, shaking his head. Suddenly, he make a sort of motion as though he was sick. George was slightly surprised by this, but even more so as he was able to move his arm afterwards. George looked dumbfounded as Morgan gave the stupidest looking grin he had ever seen in his life at the arm.
"What the hell was in that sandwich?" he wondered.
Morgan wasn't the only one who surprised him. Suddenly, Emily agreed to allow the girl Clover to come along. Was it the stupid grin or the fact that he had complimented her sandwich. Either way, he felt his authority once again creeping away.
"Grrr..." George growled, shaking his head. "Fine then, but if she runs into ANY trouble, the blame will rest solely on your shoulders, Agent Morgan!" he added. "Looks like I won't be the only one with blood on his hands today..."
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Post by Clover on Jan 25, 2011 10:06:28 GMT -8
Clover observed them as they talked, without saying anything. She wouldn't contribute anything to it anyways. it was a police conversation. She was a little disappointed by the conversation,since two of them did not want her to go to the scene. But as she heard the woman saying Clover would be useful,she got more confident. Finally the Sheriff accepted the situation,she looked at the man with a shy smile. ''I won't Sheriff.''
You bet I won't. She thought to herself holding the bag, with the dead squirrel, in her arms.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 25, 2011 21:08:35 GMT -8
"Perfect! It's all settled, then."
York immediately began making his way towards the car. Either he'd forgotten about the third set of footprints or had decided to shelve them for now; the prospect of exploring the murder site had apparently consumed him. He opened the car door to the backseat and beckoned the young blond girl to proceed ahead of him.
"I assume you don't wish to abandon your bike, Clover, so kindly inform the police as to its whereabouts so we can pick it up. George, Emily..."
He turned to face them. "I am fairly certain that we are on the path to reconstructing the circumstances of Anna's final hours, but beyond that, we should expect nothing but the meanest evidence showing that she was indeed killed in the lumbermill. Too many expectations can ruin an investigation... I never look for clues where there are none, and consequently I usually find more than would otherwise be apparent had I not temporarily abandoned my theories beforehand. Crude hypothesizing, admittedly the first step in profiling, should come only after the facts are in. As we drive, I recommend you all take a deep breath and empty yourselves of dangerous preconceptions... We might find the key to solving this case, or nothing more than a single drop of Anna's blood. Anything, and nothing, is possible."
He clapped his hands together, apparently reveling in the sensation of using them both freely, then spread his arms wide.
"So, then. Shall we proceed to this deceptively humble setting for a most extravagant murder?"
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