Disclaimer: Still don't own the "Third Watch" characters.
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Arriving back at her apartment, Mary kicked off her heels and dropped her bag onto the couch in her living room before moving back to the bedroom to change. As she passed the phone, she pressed the play button on her answering machine.
"First message. Left Monday August 18th at 9:05 a.m. Mary, it's Mom. I know you're at work but I figure you'll check your messages and I didn't want to bother you by calling your cell phone. Your dad has off tonight and so we wanted you and Ty to come by for dinner. Call me back. Love you."
She smiled and shook her head as she pulled off her black pants and sweater, switching them for a pair of jeans and a soft, gray tee shirt that Ty had left there. Like telling her mother no was an option.
"Second message. Left Monday August 18th at 10:32 a.m. Hey you. Tried your cell but it was off. Your mom called and wants us to have dinner at their place tonight. Meet you at your apartment at 6? Give me a call. Love you."
Grabbing the portable phone off the nightstand beside her bed, Mary padded back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of Diet Coke before settling on the couch and calling Ty back. Hopefully he wouldn't be sleeping; she hated waking him.
It rang twice before he picked up. "Hello?"
"Did I wake you?"
"Nope. I was making coffee. How's work?"
"I wouldn't know," she smiled as she envisioned the confused look on Ty's face. "Ronald let me leave after our meeting."
"Good or bad?"
"The meeting?" She paused, thinking. "Good. I'll explain it all to you later." She knew that no matter what she told Ty, she had to tell him in person. "You want to come over?"
"Yeah. Just let me grab a shower and I'll be right over."
After saying their good-byes, the two of them hung up. Mary figured she had about twenty to thirty minutes until Ty got to her place so she glanced back down at the e-mail Ronald had handed her. She looked down at the bottom and noticed there was no name, no way to tell who had sent it. That was odd. Now she was more than just a little curious.
Grabbing the phone, she dialed her office. "New York Times, Ronald Fraiser's office." Ronald's secretary answered.
"Jenna, It's Mary. Can you patch me through to Ronald."
"Sure thing. Hold on a sec," Mary waited while Jenna connected her to Ronald. A few moments later, he was on the line.
"Mary, what can I do for you? I didn't expect you to be checking in so early."
"Well, I was looking at the e-mail you received and there's no name. Do you know who sent this?"
"No, it was anonymous."
"Do you think you could find out? Or have someone else find out?"
"I can try. Any particular reason you need it?"
"Just curious. Might help to know if it's someone inside or outside the precinct that's naming them."
Though she couldn't see it, Ronald was smiling. She might just make a top notch reporter after all. "I'll see what I can do. Want me to call you at home?"
"Cell. It's with me no matter what."
"Right. Later."
Hanging up with her editor, Mary took a deep breath. Once she had that name it should make things a bit easier. At least then she'd know who accused them - if it was someone not associated with the precinct, she'd know all this was just a bunch of crap and if it was someone inside the precinct.well that would take a bit more thought. But at least she had a starting place. ***** By the time Ty got there, she had jotted down a few notes and made a list of people to call - the first being the Sergeant. If there had been any complaints of charges filed against them, he would know about it. Plus he might be able to get her their files.or at least a look at them.
Letting her boyfriend into the apartment, Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. She was only 5'4" and so the height difference between them was noticeable; at times it was even nice - like when she was hugging him. He was great for hugs.
Ty smiled, "Hello to you too..isn't that my shirt?"
"Yeah. I found it in my room. I'd offer to give it back but it's just so comfy."
"Keep it. Looks better on you anyway." Grabbing something to drink, Ty settled on the couch and pulled Mary down beside him. "So tell me about your meeting?"
"You know how I told you I wanted to talk to Ronald about writing 'real' news? I did. I met with him this morning and told him I wanted to do something other than theatre reviews and he gave me a story to cover."
"Go you!" Ty smiled at her, holding her close. "Tell me all about it."
"Well." Mary wasn't quite sure how to tell him this. "It's on the 55th Precinct. I'll probably have to bug you and dad for a few nights. Bosco and Faith too."
"That'll be fun. Do you need to interview us? Find out about all the heroic things we've done." He was joking, of course, but there was a bit of excitement in his voice. Ty was the kind of cop, and the kind of person, that wanted to see good in everything and everyone. He wanted to help people, to make their lives better - of course he was excited about the opportunity for some good press. If only he knew.
"Something like that." She smiled sadly. "I'm gonna call Mom and let her know we're coming." She called her mother and told her that they'd be over to the house around 7 for dinner. Then, hanging up, she tried to get Ty off the subject of her article by asking him how work had been for him lately.
It worked and before he had time to ask again, they had to head out to meet the elder Sullivans.
Arriving back at her apartment, Mary kicked off her heels and dropped her bag onto the couch in her living room before moving back to the bedroom to change. As she passed the phone, she pressed the play button on her answering machine.
"First message. Left Monday August 18th at 9:05 a.m. Mary, it's Mom. I know you're at work but I figure you'll check your messages and I didn't want to bother you by calling your cell phone. Your dad has off tonight and so we wanted you and Ty to come by for dinner. Call me back. Love you."
She smiled and shook her head as she pulled off her black pants and sweater, switching them for a pair of jeans and a soft, gray tee shirt that Ty had left there. Like telling her mother no was an option.
"Second message. Left Monday August 18th at 10:32 a.m. Hey you. Tried your cell but it was off. Your mom called and wants us to have dinner at their place tonight. Meet you at your apartment at 6? Give me a call. Love you."
Grabbing the portable phone off the nightstand beside her bed, Mary padded back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of Diet Coke before settling on the couch and calling Ty back. Hopefully he wouldn't be sleeping; she hated waking him.
It rang twice before he picked up. "Hello?"
"Did I wake you?"
"Nope. I was making coffee. How's work?"
"I wouldn't know," she smiled as she envisioned the confused look on Ty's face. "Ronald let me leave after our meeting."
"Good or bad?"
"The meeting?" She paused, thinking. "Good. I'll explain it all to you later." She knew that no matter what she told Ty, she had to tell him in person. "You want to come over?"
"Yeah. Just let me grab a shower and I'll be right over."
After saying their good-byes, the two of them hung up. Mary figured she had about twenty to thirty minutes until Ty got to her place so she glanced back down at the e-mail Ronald had handed her. She looked down at the bottom and noticed there was no name, no way to tell who had sent it. That was odd. Now she was more than just a little curious.
Grabbing the phone, she dialed her office. "New York Times, Ronald Fraiser's office." Ronald's secretary answered.
"Jenna, It's Mary. Can you patch me through to Ronald."
"Sure thing. Hold on a sec," Mary waited while Jenna connected her to Ronald. A few moments later, he was on the line.
"Mary, what can I do for you? I didn't expect you to be checking in so early."
"Well, I was looking at the e-mail you received and there's no name. Do you know who sent this?"
"No, it was anonymous."
"Do you think you could find out? Or have someone else find out?"
"I can try. Any particular reason you need it?"
"Just curious. Might help to know if it's someone inside or outside the precinct that's naming them."
Though she couldn't see it, Ronald was smiling. She might just make a top notch reporter after all. "I'll see what I can do. Want me to call you at home?"
"Cell. It's with me no matter what."
"Right. Later."
Hanging up with her editor, Mary took a deep breath. Once she had that name it should make things a bit easier. At least then she'd know who accused them - if it was someone not associated with the precinct, she'd know all this was just a bunch of crap and if it was someone inside the precinct.well that would take a bit more thought. But at least she had a starting place. ***** By the time Ty got there, she had jotted down a few notes and made a list of people to call - the first being the Sergeant. If there had been any complaints of charges filed against them, he would know about it. Plus he might be able to get her their files.or at least a look at them.
Letting her boyfriend into the apartment, Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. She was only 5'4" and so the height difference between them was noticeable; at times it was even nice - like when she was hugging him. He was great for hugs.
Ty smiled, "Hello to you too..isn't that my shirt?"
"Yeah. I found it in my room. I'd offer to give it back but it's just so comfy."
"Keep it. Looks better on you anyway." Grabbing something to drink, Ty settled on the couch and pulled Mary down beside him. "So tell me about your meeting?"
"You know how I told you I wanted to talk to Ronald about writing 'real' news? I did. I met with him this morning and told him I wanted to do something other than theatre reviews and he gave me a story to cover."
"Go you!" Ty smiled at her, holding her close. "Tell me all about it."
"Well." Mary wasn't quite sure how to tell him this. "It's on the 55th Precinct. I'll probably have to bug you and dad for a few nights. Bosco and Faith too."
"That'll be fun. Do you need to interview us? Find out about all the heroic things we've done." He was joking, of course, but there was a bit of excitement in his voice. Ty was the kind of cop, and the kind of person, that wanted to see good in everything and everyone. He wanted to help people, to make their lives better - of course he was excited about the opportunity for some good press. If only he knew.
"Something like that." She smiled sadly. "I'm gonna call Mom and let her know we're coming." She called her mother and told her that they'd be over to the house around 7 for dinner. Then, hanging up, she tried to get Ty off the subject of her article by asking him how work had been for him lately.
It worked and before he had time to ask again, they had to head out to meet the elder Sullivans.