Audition (Alex)
Alex walked into the Major Crimes Bullpen her ID badge tapping her chest as she walked. Donovan thought the only way these hits could go down was if there was a contact in the detective branch or the federal office. She was about to be introduced to the mark and suspected leak, Leon Weller, his old partner had just retired. Ol' Leon had been involved with all the witnesses in one way or another. She thought as she weaved her way through the forest of desks and chairs, overworked detectives and lowest forms of life they were processing or questioning. Occasionally someone's wife, brother or, sister, or father, was seated filing a report of one kind or another; a burglary, a car jacking, a missing person. She came to the Captain's door a wood and frosted glass affair, she tapped the glass three times in quick succession.
"Come in!" a gruff voice practically growled.
Alex opened the door and stepped up to the plate, time to go to work.
"Detective Welkes sir," she said assuming her persona.
As she came through the door she knew she was being measured, behind the battered wood and metal desk, sat a fortyish man with salt and pepper hair, in a white button down shirt, with the ugliest yellow tie she had ever seen, it was stained with a myriad of food condiments and coffee.
"Captain Ramsey?"
"Detective Welkes, I've been expecting you." He said beckoning her in to the office.
" I was told to report to you for my assignment." She said taking a seat in one of the slime green vinyl chairs in front of his desk.
" Yes, lucky for you I just got an opening last week. You'll be working with Detective Weller." The captain rose up from behind his desk, and walked to his door, it shrieked a he opened it violently.
" Weller, get in here." He commanded to an invisible detective.
"Yes, sir." a high-pitched disembodied voice answered.
Alex followed the Captain back to his desk with her eyes. She turned as Weller entered the office, he was five eight, balding and just beginning to run to fat, he looked for all intents and purposes like a weasel or at least his presence projected that image in her mind. Pretending to like this man was going to be a challenge, she hoped he had at least one redeeming quality.
"Weller this Veronica Welkes, she is going to be your new partner." The Captain told Weller with no doubt that this was an order, not a request. He said looking at Weller.
" I'm assigning you to the Graham case, I want to make a showing on this case so the feds don't to cocky, this is still my jurisdiction. Weller will show you how things get done around here, any questions?" he said turning his gaze to Alex.
" The Graham Case?" Alex queried.
The captain pulled a manila file folder out of his desk and tossed it to her. It landed in her hands with an audible thwack.
" Now get to work." The captain commanded and then turned back to his paperwork, a clear dismissal.
The two detectives filed out the gruff captain's office quietly and efficiently.
Weller led Alex through the maze of desks to his pair of desks sitting facing each other, they were cheap aluminum affairs one was completely bare waiting for an occupant.
"I guess that one's yours now, he said pointing to the bare desk. Why don't you and me go get something to eat, it `s lunch and I didn't eat breakfast, we can get to know each other a little better, since we're going to working together."
Alex paused and thought about it, she agreed because she was a bit peckish, and Monica had already told her this guy had serious weakness for food.
"Sure why not."
The two detectives headed out for food at a local Café with excellent cuisine.
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Alex walked into the Major Crimes Bullpen her ID badge tapping her chest as she walked. Donovan thought the only way these hits could go down was if there was a contact in the detective branch or the federal office. She was about to be introduced to the mark and suspected leak, Leon Weller, his old partner had just retired. Ol' Leon had been involved with all the witnesses in one way or another. She thought as she weaved her way through the forest of desks and chairs, overworked detectives and lowest forms of life they were processing or questioning. Occasionally someone's wife, brother or, sister, or father, was seated filing a report of one kind or another; a burglary, a car jacking, a missing person. She came to the Captain's door a wood and frosted glass affair, she tapped the glass three times in quick succession.
"Come in!" a gruff voice practically growled.
Alex opened the door and stepped up to the plate, time to go to work.
"Detective Welkes sir," she said assuming her persona.
As she came through the door she knew she was being measured, behind the battered wood and metal desk, sat a fortyish man with salt and pepper hair, in a white button down shirt, with the ugliest yellow tie she had ever seen, it was stained with a myriad of food condiments and coffee.
"Captain Ramsey?"
"Detective Welkes, I've been expecting you." He said beckoning her in to the office.
" I was told to report to you for my assignment." She said taking a seat in one of the slime green vinyl chairs in front of his desk.
" Yes, lucky for you I just got an opening last week. You'll be working with Detective Weller." The captain rose up from behind his desk, and walked to his door, it shrieked a he opened it violently.
" Weller, get in here." He commanded to an invisible detective.
"Yes, sir." a high-pitched disembodied voice answered.
Alex followed the Captain back to his desk with her eyes. She turned as Weller entered the office, he was five eight, balding and just beginning to run to fat, he looked for all intents and purposes like a weasel or at least his presence projected that image in her mind. Pretending to like this man was going to be a challenge, she hoped he had at least one redeeming quality.
"Weller this Veronica Welkes, she is going to be your new partner." The Captain told Weller with no doubt that this was an order, not a request. He said looking at Weller.
" I'm assigning you to the Graham case, I want to make a showing on this case so the feds don't to cocky, this is still my jurisdiction. Weller will show you how things get done around here, any questions?" he said turning his gaze to Alex.
" The Graham Case?" Alex queried.
The captain pulled a manila file folder out of his desk and tossed it to her. It landed in her hands with an audible thwack.
" Now get to work." The captain commanded and then turned back to his paperwork, a clear dismissal.
The two detectives filed out the gruff captain's office quietly and efficiently.
Weller led Alex through the maze of desks to his pair of desks sitting facing each other, they were cheap aluminum affairs one was completely bare waiting for an occupant.
"I guess that one's yours now, he said pointing to the bare desk. Why don't you and me go get something to eat, it `s lunch and I didn't eat breakfast, we can get to know each other a little better, since we're going to working together."
Alex paused and thought about it, she agreed because she was a bit peckish, and Monica had already told her this guy had serious weakness for food.
"Sure why not."
The two detectives headed out for food at a local Café with excellent cuisine.
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