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Disclaimer: Same as before. Of note, this is one possible way Hal and Ivy could get together. It doesn't necessarily mean this is how it's gonna be at the end of New Face...Anything in single quotation marks is what Ivy is thinking.
C.J. Sandiego - Yes, Hal can read Ivy's mind because he fell and hit his head on the side of his bed.
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(Hal's POV)
We're sitting in Ivy's office now, waiting for our suspect. We've just been sitting in the office, not really saying anything, but Ivy's mind's working at a thousand thoughts a second. This is so strange. It's like I know exactly what's going on inside Ivy's head and this whole bloody episode's making me uncomfortable. God I just want to wake up right now.
'Damn, our suspect's here, I wanted to make his squirm for a while longer.'
I turn around and watch as a pretty blonde haired young woman is led towards our office by a uniformed police officer.
'Great, he's drooling, this should be fun.'
I again turn towards Ivy and give her my most innocent expression. 'Yeah right.'
We make our way into the interrogation room and I try to ignore all the weird looks I've been getting since that little episode earlier this morning. We sit down inside the room and the uniformed officer stands off to one corner.
'Mmm. He's wearing that cologne that I really like.' I'm definitely going to the mall and buying out the company that make's this stuff so I never run out. While this is going on, Ivy's doing the interrogation.
"Ms. Reinmann, why did you throw rocks through the synagogue window?" Ivy asks. Leave it to Ivy to put the cards on the table.
Hildye Reinmann is a German exchange student, I can tell by her accent. It's got that touch of Bavarian in it. She replies, "My friends dared me to do it, ma'am."
'Kids.'
"Did any of these other kids have to do this?" I ask.
"No, sir, they didn't." she replies, "But they all said that they had done things like that before."
"So you had no direct proof your mates had done this. Yet you still followed along with that tradition?" I ask.
"Well, sir, I guess I never really thought about..."
'I doubt she gives much thought to anything.'
"Now Ivy, that's not fair." I reply. Shit. Did she say that aloud?
No she didn't, that look on her face tells me she didn't. Twice in one day I receive the patented, albeit very cute, Ivy Darren confused look. Great job Olden, two for two, open mouth, insert foot.
"Hal, can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Ivy says, "Excuse us, Ms. Reinmann."
"Hal, is there something you're not telling me..." Ivy begins. It's already crossing her mind I can hear her thoughts but she's not about to voice it. And I've been too busy listening to her internal conflicts to come up with any good excuses. Wanker. Time for Plan C since A and B have fallen through the floor.
"Ivy, I can read it in your facial expression, you were thinking 'I doubt she gives much thought to anything.' Just because she's a tad naïve about what real friends are doesn't mean she doesn't think much." I reply.
'I hate it when he does that.'
"Fine Hal, I'm sorry. You're right."
'And don't even think of being shocked that I admitted it.'
"It's alright. I could understand where you were coming from though." I add.
'Maybe I'm being too hard on him.'
After about another half-hour, Ms. Reinmann agrees to testify against her friends, who turned out to be some rabble rousing Neo-Nazi group in the area in exchange for leniency. Open and shut. And the Dream Team scores again.
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1230 Local Time
"Ivy?" I ask, walking into her office.
"What's up Hal?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out to lunch." I reply.
'I'm broke until we get paid next week.'
"On me." I add.
'Sometimes he can be so sweet.'
"Sure, let me finish up this last sentence or two for my report." Ivy says, and that being done she plops in into her outbox.
Triumphant! I love spending time with Ivy, and apart from work we've not been able to do much of that between my emergency deployment to Iraq last year and our hellish caseload when I got back in. I leave her office, go into mine to fix a couple things up, make sure my wallet is in my pocket, and head for her office. She picks up her jacket and we walk outside to my SUV...
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TBC
Disclaimer: Same as before. Of note, this is one possible way Hal and Ivy could get together. It doesn't necessarily mean this is how it's gonna be at the end of New Face...Anything in single quotation marks is what Ivy is thinking.
C.J. Sandiego - Yes, Hal can read Ivy's mind because he fell and hit his head on the side of his bed.
~ ~ ~ ~
(Hal's POV)
We're sitting in Ivy's office now, waiting for our suspect. We've just been sitting in the office, not really saying anything, but Ivy's mind's working at a thousand thoughts a second. This is so strange. It's like I know exactly what's going on inside Ivy's head and this whole bloody episode's making me uncomfortable. God I just want to wake up right now.
'Damn, our suspect's here, I wanted to make his squirm for a while longer.'
I turn around and watch as a pretty blonde haired young woman is led towards our office by a uniformed police officer.
'Great, he's drooling, this should be fun.'
I again turn towards Ivy and give her my most innocent expression. 'Yeah right.'
We make our way into the interrogation room and I try to ignore all the weird looks I've been getting since that little episode earlier this morning. We sit down inside the room and the uniformed officer stands off to one corner.
'Mmm. He's wearing that cologne that I really like.' I'm definitely going to the mall and buying out the company that make's this stuff so I never run out. While this is going on, Ivy's doing the interrogation.
"Ms. Reinmann, why did you throw rocks through the synagogue window?" Ivy asks. Leave it to Ivy to put the cards on the table.
Hildye Reinmann is a German exchange student, I can tell by her accent. It's got that touch of Bavarian in it. She replies, "My friends dared me to do it, ma'am."
'Kids.'
"Did any of these other kids have to do this?" I ask.
"No, sir, they didn't." she replies, "But they all said that they had done things like that before."
"So you had no direct proof your mates had done this. Yet you still followed along with that tradition?" I ask.
"Well, sir, I guess I never really thought about..."
'I doubt she gives much thought to anything.'
"Now Ivy, that's not fair." I reply. Shit. Did she say that aloud?
No she didn't, that look on her face tells me she didn't. Twice in one day I receive the patented, albeit very cute, Ivy Darren confused look. Great job Olden, two for two, open mouth, insert foot.
"Hal, can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Ivy says, "Excuse us, Ms. Reinmann."
"Hal, is there something you're not telling me..." Ivy begins. It's already crossing her mind I can hear her thoughts but she's not about to voice it. And I've been too busy listening to her internal conflicts to come up with any good excuses. Wanker. Time for Plan C since A and B have fallen through the floor.
"Ivy, I can read it in your facial expression, you were thinking 'I doubt she gives much thought to anything.' Just because she's a tad naïve about what real friends are doesn't mean she doesn't think much." I reply.
'I hate it when he does that.'
"Fine Hal, I'm sorry. You're right."
'And don't even think of being shocked that I admitted it.'
"It's alright. I could understand where you were coming from though." I add.
'Maybe I'm being too hard on him.'
After about another half-hour, Ms. Reinmann agrees to testify against her friends, who turned out to be some rabble rousing Neo-Nazi group in the area in exchange for leniency. Open and shut. And the Dream Team scores again.
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1230 Local Time
"Ivy?" I ask, walking into her office.
"What's up Hal?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out to lunch." I reply.
'I'm broke until we get paid next week.'
"On me." I add.
'Sometimes he can be so sweet.'
"Sure, let me finish up this last sentence or two for my report." Ivy says, and that being done she plops in into her outbox.
Triumphant! I love spending time with Ivy, and apart from work we've not been able to do much of that between my emergency deployment to Iraq last year and our hellish caseload when I got back in. I leave her office, go into mine to fix a couple things up, make sure my wallet is in my pocket, and head for her office. She picks up her jacket and we walk outside to my SUV...
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TBC