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Post by George Woodman on Dec 21, 2010 16:59:13 GMT -8
Time: Day 3, Morning Weather: Cloudy Warnings: None Characters: Francis York Morgan, George Woodman, Emily Wyatt, Todd Thorne (CLOSED)
George arrived at the Sheriff's Department around 9:30, dressed sharply in his sheriff's outfit. He had completed his daily workout earlier in the day and was ready to face the day, despite the lack of sleep and having to deal with Special Agent Francis York Morgan. At least we wouldn't have to deal with Agent Dave or that idiot lawyer today.
There were several officers and other staff already at the department when he arrived. When they noticed him, each of them wave and greeted the Sheriff, who returned with his own greeting. He took pride in leading his department and upholding their morals and physical fitness. It was something that city police departments lacked.
He opened the door of his office and took a moment to admire everything in it. Hunting trophies, certificates honoring his achievements and other signs of his accomplishments gave him something to be proud of in the morning, and would also tell hopefully let Agent Morgan know who was really in command. "It'll probably be a while before Emily and Todd show up, and who knows if Agent Morgan will show up at all." he thought. He sat down at his desk and began to check his e-mail.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 21, 2010 19:26:44 GMT -8
Todd was had just poured himself a nice big cup of coffee in the department kitchen when Steven walked in.
"Hey man! Hoooooooly shit! Man you look terrible too, what happened to you?"
Indeed Todd did look terrible with this huge black eye. Who knew Em had it in her! Maybe the sparing match this morning wasn't such a hot idea.
Todd gave his friend a weary smile, "Yo! Steve my man, yes I know. But don't worry it's nothing serious"
Steven frowned not buying it, "Seriously dude. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"You don't get a shiner for "nothing."
"Fine. Lets just say a little bird had a surprisingly good right hook."
Steven's face broke into a wide grin and he started to laugh. "I KNEW IT! You finally pissed Wyatt off enough that she DECKED YOU! That's priceless. Seriously O.M.G man you know you had that coming for the shit you pulled yesterday...
Todd flushed and stirred in some creamer, "Yeah, yeah well it was from sparing, don't give me that look Steven! WE were SPARING at the gym. Seriously, it was Woodman's idea he was there."
"Ah, I see that's probably why you are still standing then! If the big guy wasn't there I'm sure she would have killed you..."
Todd scowled and took a long sip of from his Velvet Falls mug, "Hardly."
Then John walked in and crowed, "I heard Wyatt finally decked you!" He grinned threw an arm around Todd's shoulder and gave him a shake causing Todd to wince from pain.
"We had a pool going on how long it would take Wyatt to finally snap, looks like Greg from downstairs is the big weeeeinnnner!"
Todd rolled his eyes and Steven smirked something was telling him it was going to be a long day....
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George Woodman
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Post by George Woodman on Dec 23, 2010 13:09:35 GMT -8
George had just finished typing up an e-mail to Emily. Although he was please to see that she was able to get in her reports, he needed her for the whole day. Todd would have to do in order to get those reports in on time.
George checked his watch. It was 9:45. Emily would be here soon, along with Agent Morgan. He would need to get things prepared in the meeting room. He got up in order to look for Todd.
It took George only a few minutes before he located Todd in the department kitchen. A couple other officers were chatting him up about the morning fight that the two had. He greeted the others good morning and walked up to Todd.
"Hello, I hope you're not too bruised up over this morning's sparring match. Anyways, Emily's bringing in Agent Morgan of the FBI in order to go over the Anna Graham case. I've got a bit more paperwork I have to do before they arrive, so I'll need you to collect any relevant data from the case and prepare it in the meeting room." he said to the younger officer. He had a hint of disgust in his voice when he mentioned Agent Morgan.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 23, 2010 23:27:45 GMT -8
[Continued from Waiting for the Fuzz.]York sat in the cruiser's passenger seat, looking up at the handsome oak exterior of the Greenvale Sheriff's Department. The building itself appeared every bit as stolid and dependable as the man who ran the place; in other words, a palace fit for its king. George Woodman, who ruled the kingdom of Greenvale with a black Stetson and firm but fair mustache, was awaiting their arrival. There would be no red carpet or welcoming blast of trumpetry, but there would be the typical machinations of a normally uneventful small town police station, and probably coffee- more glorious than any horn-blowing herald- percolating somewhere. This wasn't exactly the LAPD, but some things never changed. "Good thing too, Zach," York whispered, after returning a somewhat manic smile from Emily. "We're going to need a bit of stillness and order after that barrage of information she just bombarded us with. What was all that gladiator talk about? And the dramatic look on her face when she mentioned 'Todd', whoever that is... I still think she's trying to put on a play or something. Maybe she'd rather be an actress than a police officer." <Either that, or she's just excited you're here,> the voice suggested. <I'm sure it's not every day that Greenvale's finest lays eyes on a real life FBI agent from the city.> "Well, if she knew the reality of working under a boss like Bob Abraham, I'm sure she wouldn't find it nearly so glamorous," York replied meaningfully. "Oh, and another thing: It sounded like 'poison cookie' might be another code word. She didn't seem to pick up on our comment about the nightlife, but maybe I didn't use it in the right context... It seems the people of Greenvale aren't quite as straightforward as I thought." York got out of the car and turned towards the blond Deputy, looking at her over the cruiser's hood. "Well, Emily! I'm very glad you and Gaston Zabka didn't kill each other, even though he might be a troll. As for giving him a black eye, I imagine the normal parameters of ladylike behavior don't apply to a woman in uniform, or to trolls, so I guess from your perspective it all worked out fine. From my perspective though, I'm running dangerously low on coffee and breakfast, so if you'll lead the way..." He gestured with his free arm, thinking how inconvenient it was to have one side of your body partially immobilized. If it wasn't, and if his car weren't smashed to bits, he'd have probably stopped at the Sugar Rush first... Until he got some food in his system, it was all he was going to be able to think about. And he needed to concentrate. If George was going to be there, he'd need all his wits about him... Zach could help with that to an extent, but only a hot cup of coffee would let him navigate the trials of dealing with royalty.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 24, 2010 0:43:15 GMT -8
When the Sheriff walked in Todd practically coked on his coffee while Steven and John stood at full attention. When George was in a room he not only demanded your attention his mere presence demanded respect. He was just that cool.
He came looking for me to help him. A black eye from Em was totally worth it. BEST. DAY. EVER.
Todd may of had a deer caught in headlights expression but inside he was screaming like a little girl.
"Suu-Sure, no problem boss! I'll get right on that. I'll bring everything to the meeting room in time for everyone's arrival!" Todd gave a little salute and once George left the room turned to his buddies and gave a big grin and thumbs up.
"See this is only the beginning boys, I'm moving on up!"
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 24, 2010 0:47:21 GMT -8
Emily lead York inside to the conference room, "Please take a seat! I'll be right back with some coffee for you. Oh! I had called one of the interns to run and get another box of donuts before I went to go pick you up, she should be back back now. I'll also grab the box from the kitchen so you can have your pick!"
Emily gave a small wave and practically skipped out of the room. She was so excited to get this investigation started. She knew she could learn a lot from observing how a hot shot investigator like Agent Francis York Morgan and she was eager to see his investigation methods. During his stay here she planned to be his Scully to his Mulder...well she wasn't sure if that really fit but it was the only FBI team she could think of from the top of her head just at the moment.
Her good mood however soured when she ran into Todd Thorne as he was leaving the file room with a stack of folders. She narrowed her eyes and said,
"Hello TODD. I love the new look."
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 24, 2010 0:53:09 GMT -8
When Todd spotted Emily he almost dropped his files from the shock of her appearance. Jesus Mary and Joseph! Emily looked awful, was all that from their early morning spar? He didn't think he hit her that hard...
He felt sick, ashamed and then utterly terrified. Has George seen her yet?
She didn't look this bad when we left the gym. Shit, shit, SHIT! Woodman is going kill me. He is going to take one look at her, pick me up and break me in half. BREAK ME!
Todd was no fool. He's observed George and Emily closely from the sidelines. It was plain to see how protective he was of Em and if you crossed or looked at her the wrong way you risked getting your face smashed in. Sure Todd walked a delicate line when he teases her, but George seemed to understand it was fun and games. He's never actually hurt her...before. She gives back just as good as she takes and they've been verbally sparring for so long now it's become expected on both sides. If they didn't bicker people would wonder what was wrong.
In fact Emily was currently sporting a raised eyebrow that seemed to say, Well? it's your turn I don't have all day ya know...
"Er-Yeah Em, thanks so much with helping me with this. It's really helped my game with all the lovely ladies...they all seem to want to flock around me and take care of poor old Todd hurt by the mean and nasty Emily!"
The blonde only rolled her eyes and gave a small snort.
Oh God he needed to barricade himself somewhere before George caught them in the hallway. He needed to move this along.
"As much as I would love to stay and chat Em, I have things I need to do...IMPORTANT things for the big chief. I can't stand here and talk with you, we will have to catch up a little later!"
Emily only shrugged and bumped him in the shoulder as she walked walked past him into the kitchen. Once she was out of sight Todd bolted for the meeting room.
Maybe if everything is set up nicely I won't die...just yet.
He stopped short in the doorway when he saw the FBI Agent lazily surveying the room. For a moment it looked like he was speaking on one of those blue tooth head sets but had ended his conversation when he spotted Todd gawking at him.
That was one kick ass scar! Holy crap, Todd bet it had a wicked story to go with it as well! Todd couldn't wait to get to know him a little better.
He placed the files on the desk and put out his hand.
"Hi there, I assume you are the FBI agent we've been waiting for. I'm Thorne, Todd Thorne."
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 24, 2010 10:49:00 GMT -8
York was pleased to see someone new enter the room, though he'd have preferred the coffee and donuts to file folders right now. But his disappointment leaked away almost immediately when he got a closer look at the man, and he shook the proffered hand with a vigor to make up for the fact that he couldn't use both.
"Emily was absolutely right, Zach! The resemblance is uncanny," York said delightedly. "But we can't let celebrity blind us to the particulars. First things first-" And he took his hand back to grab his badge, held it up under Todd's nose with a stern expression.
"FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan," he said levelly. "But call me York, everyone calls me that." Then he lowered the badge and said what he'd really wanted to say, his voice swerving from the seriousness of a moment ago to a sort of breathless enthusiasm:
"You probably get this a lot, but can I get a signed photo? I mean, I know it's just a strong physical likeness, but it's the second best thing to having Pat Morita back with us again. You know, Todd, they made two more proper sequels to The Karate Kid in '86 and '89, but they just couldn't hold up to the first one. I can't say for sure whether it was because you weren't in them, but I'm sure your absence played a factor."
York leaned back, fingers to his temple, still looking Todd up and down as if he were a painting hanging in a museum. "Zach," he whispered, "If someone had told me this morning I'd be meeting a police intern that looked like an older version of William Zabka, I would have thought they were joking. Would've been more prepared if I'd had my coffee earlier... Still, this is incredible!"
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 24, 2010 11:34:38 GMT -8
If Todd expected anything when meeting a hot shot FBI agent it surely wasn't this. He stood up a little straighter and gave the man one of his most dazzling smiles. Despite the badge waving Todd liked this man a lot!
"Why sure!" Todd spotted a notepad on the far end of the table and quickly scrawled "To My Biggest Fan, SPECIAL AGENT FRANCIS YORK MORGAN- Todd Thorne" ripped off a sheet and handed it to the Agent.
I'm a big movie fan myself and I have to agree on those sequels. Now I say there are only a few really good sequels out there...Terminator II, Aliens." Todd paused. "Despite the luke warm reception I really liked Superman Returns, I thought it was a great sequel to the first two films in fact-"
Todd stopped mid sentence when Emily walked into the room with a small dinning cart with a pot of coffee, various types of dairy creamers, sugar and two boxes of donuts...and was that coffee cake!?
Todd's mouth watered on sight of all the delicious pasties, SCORE! Where were those babies hiding earlier!
He went to reach for one when Emily smacked his hand away.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 24, 2010 11:40:23 GMT -8
Emily gave Todd a glare, "TODD! I didn't bring these for you!" She then positioned herself between Todd and the tempting pink boxes with her hands on her hips. She whispered, "Don't you have somewhere else you have to be?"
When Todd shrugged, she just rolled her eyes. She figured she couldn't get him to leave now that he knew there were donuts in the room so she didn't try to persuading further when he took a seat and began to flip through one of the files. Looks like he would be joining her with going over the case files.
She checked her watch it was already 10:05 it would probably be best if they got started. She leaned over and plucked the file Todd was glancing through out of his hands and gestured to the cart,"Agent York please help yourself! While we let you know a little more about Ms. Graham."
She took a seat on the edge of the table and began to read off the girl's brief history in Greenvale.
"Anna Graham, age 18. She worked part time at the A&G as a waitress and was a very pretty girl who dreamed about going to the city to be a fashion model." Emily took out the girl's senior portrait and handed it to York so he could see.
Todd leaned over and let out a slow whistle in appreciation.
"She lived with her mother, Sallie Graham. Her father Phillip died in a logging accident several years before. As far as we know she was your typical teenager...she was well liked by everyone who knew her. Really her violent death was a big shock to everyone..."
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 24, 2010 12:53:45 GMT -8
"Oh, I wouldn't say Anna's death was a big shock to everyone," York said around a mouthful of Boston Cream donut. "Surely the killer wasn't surprised by the news..."
He swallowed and looked glumly at his over-filled plate. He had already cut a slice of coffee cake big enough to plug the Grand Canyon, and although the smell of it was driving him crazy, Zach was warning him that to eat it now would effectively halt the proceedings in their tracks.
<You know how you get around food,> the voice admonished. <Pay attention, this stuff is important...> Still listening to Emily's recitation, York laid out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes he had acquired from the hotel vending machines. Emily was handing him a photo of the girl, and he lit up before taking it from her. He examined it thoughtfully, exhaled so there was a ring of smoke around Anna's pretty, fashion model face, almost like a halo...
"Well-liked, aspirational, physically attractive... Anna the Angel, in other words," he murmured, propping the photo up against one of the donut boxes so he could reach for his styrofoam cup with his right hand. "More like a Fallen Angel- Oops!"
He'd accidentally knocked over his coffee, fortunately in the opposite direction of the files, but the flood of steaming liquid had effectively reduced Todd's autograph to an inky smear. York ground out his cigarette in a nearby saucer and gingerly picked it up with two fingers.
"Well, that's unfortunate," he said, turning to Todd with a regretful expression. "Thank goodness it's just paper. Tell you what, why don't you write me a new one, except..."
He lowered his voice while sliding a clean napkin towards the intern. "...This time, can you sign it 'William Zabka'? Zach would really appreciate it. Oh, you can leave my name the way it was. That part was perfect."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 24, 2010 13:24:04 GMT -8
"Ahh!" Emily jumped off to go grab some paper towels. She was disappointed that York didn't get to try her coffee. Yes that's right! She made coffee, it was the one thing she seemed to be able to make a decent batch of. It was a pity no one in the station ever let her near the coffee machine when it was staff meeting time...
She pouted a bit but was comforted by the fact that there was still some left in the pot. He could still get a cup! However York's quick comment to Todd halted her thoughts about getting him another cup.
Autograph? Did York ask for another autograph?
She whirled on Todd. Who looked rather sheepish but still had a huge grin, well at least until Emily got up all in his face.
"What's this about an AUTOGRAPH Todd? Please don't tell me you made him give you $20 dollars like poor Stacie over in reception." Emily threw her hands in the air. "Go make yourself useful and grab the paper towels in the kitchen!"
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 24, 2010 13:28:21 GMT -8
Todd laughed an just ignored Emily and looked back to the agent, "Hey man don't you worry I'll get you that autograph a little later. Tell you what, I'll sign a snapshot for you!. EVEN BETTER! Am I right?"
When Emily gave him a look to kill Todd smirked and gestured to the spilt coffee. "Hey man nice dodge in getting out of drinking Em's coffee here it may have been lethal. There's a reason we don't let her near the-"
Todd didn't get to finish what he was about to say because Emily threw her half eaten donut at his face. Unfortunately the donut missed its intended target when Todd ducked and to Emily's horror hit Sheriff George Woodman in the face as he walked into the conference room.
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Post by George Woodman on Dec 24, 2010 13:52:10 GMT -8
George's fingers were typing away at the keyboard. There was still a backlog of reports to look at as well as replies and orders to send to other department members. Despite this, he preferred it greatly to what Emily had to do. All the while, he was waiting for the hospital to give the call when they were ready with the autopsy.
He stroked his mustache and look at the screen. Emily would be gone for the day, however, a couple of reports needed to get done. He thought for a bit and then decided to have Todd do it. "Heh, the kid may not be the brightest crayon, but having someone who will willingly do grunt work whenever is always a plus. Not quite Legion material yet though." he thought.
As he was typing his e-mail, the phone next to his desk rang. "Finally, they're ready." he thought as he picked up the phone.
"This is Sheriff Woodman speaking."
he listened for a bit on the phone. The autopsy was ready.
"I see. Thank you for letting me know. We'll be down in about half an hour."
he listened a bit for her confirmation.
"I'll see you soon. Bye!"
He hung up the phone and groaned. He was starting to enjoy his paperwork and now he would actually have to start interacting with Agent Morgan. He finished up his e-mail to Todd and then left to collect Emily and the Agent.
He wondered how the meeting was going and hoped that Agent Morgan didn't harass Emily too much. He got his answer when he opened the door and a donut flew into his face.
He picked up the donut and looked at it silently and menacingly. "Is this man for real? Barely half an hour at the station and he's already acting like an first grader." he thought, and then glared up at Agent Morgan.
"Ahem. Well then, Agent Morgan. They're ready down at the hospital for the autopsy. If you are done with your little food fight, you are welcome to come along as well. Emily will be able to drive you there. I'm going on ahead."
he looked around the meeting room and noticed the coffee spill and groaned. His good mood from this morning was rapidly fading the more of Agent Morgan's antics he saw. "What does he think we are, his maids?" he thought. At least he always had a way of dealing with unpleasant situations. He approached Todd.
"Todd, We're heading down to the hospital now. I trust you'll be able to hold down the fort here while I'm gone." he said to the man and then leaned in. "Also, I'll need you to do something about the mess our guest kindly left us." he added, saying guest with disgust.
"I'll meet you guys at the hospital. Don't keep me waiting, Agent Morgan." he said with authority and then left for his truck. There was no way in hell he was sitting in the same vehicle with that man.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 24, 2010 16:18:08 GMT -8
<What a scary entrance,> Zach remarked as George slammed out. <Poor Emily looks petrified.>
York got up and began pouring himself another cup of coffee. He had been sitting quietly throughout Emily's battle with the intern who looked like Zabka, half-listening to their argument but mostly gearing himself up to have a go at the coffee cake. Now he felt was the time. Creamer was a poor substitute for fresh milk, but Zach was keen on getting to the autopsy, so there wasn't going to be further discussion from him... You had to make do with the tools available to you. He carefully arranged the coffee and the plate with the slice of cake on the table, then sat back and stared at it as if contemplating a particularly tricky chess move.
Slowly, he reached out and broke off a piece of the cake with his hand, before dipping it with reverence into the coffee. He held it there for a long three seconds, the crucial moment where everything depended on balance... It had taken him years of practice to calibrate the amount of time needed for a piece of cake to soak up the essence of a particular ratio of coffee and milk... Now he could just about do it entirely by smell. The window of opportunity to eat it, just as the flavor and lingering heat from the coffee were at their peak, was even slimmer.
Aaand... <Now!>
On Zach's cue, with a practiced flick of his wrist, York popped the fragrant bit of cake into his mouth. Todd the intern was bumbling around him, trying to get at the coffee spill with his paper towels, but York couldn't have been more distant if he were on the moon. He looked at the photo of Anna Graham and it was as if there was another halo around her head, except this one was shaped like the ring left behind by the bottom of a wet mug on a newspaper, and it also seemed like there was a sticky clump of red objects at the base of the picture. The seeds? My god, could they have followed him here? No, he could see now, they were just red sprinkles from one of the donuts... He let himself go, felt the coffee cake brighten everything with a golden brown haze, sparkles like cinnamon sugar drifting down over everything...
"Oh... Zach. You're right, that was a lethal combo. Where's that helpful intern got to? Todd-" York leaned over and tugged on Todd's sleeve like a drowning man. "Todd, before you do anything else, can you remove this cake from my sight? It's done its job, almost too well, but I'm afraid of what will happen if it stays on the table a second longer. And I very much want to observe the autopsy results... So, in a way, Todd, this investigation rests in your hands...
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