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"What?" Ty asked, leaning his head against the window of the RMP. Sully had been shooting him funny little looks every few minutes or so and it was starting to get to him despite his repeated attempts to ignore them. He watched the rain drops trickle into each other and swell before trickling in a race down the glass. Rain seemed so suitable for a day like today. A day when he remembered his father, his mistakes, and his brutal death.
Sully shrugged and idly sipped his coffee before replying. "I dunno. You think this thing actually has some merit?"
"Thing? Woman, Sully. She's a woman." Ty corrected.
"Oh, I noticed that much." Sully retorted. "Believe me, I noticed." He fought back a chuckle as Ty's head whipped to the side and he gaped openly with utter disbelief. "What?" Sully quipped gruffly. "I may be old by your standards, kid, but I ain't dead."
Ty quickly snapped his hanging mouth shut. "Come'on, man. That could very well be my sister you are talking about there, Sully." Ty reminded him.
Sully let out a soft chuckle. The youngster really did need to work on how easily he let himself be manipulated in emotional situations. "Oh, so you do believe it then?"
Ty let out a soft sigh. Maybe the unrelenting rain of the last three days was more of a curse. If it weren't for the rain, they would be a lot busier. Criminals seemed to have a slight aversion to getting wet. For the most part anyway. "What are you talking about, Sull?" He asked, becoming slightly annoyed. Sullivan's repeated chuckling did nothing to bolster his morale.
"You are kicking into defensive brother mode already." He glanced pointedly at his partner, a dark brow quirking in concealed amusement. "That must mean you think there could be a ring of truth to it."
"A, Sully, it doesn't mean any such thing. B, if that is my sister, the last thing I would want is some over the hill, perverted cop eyeing her up. Especially if said cop is my partner." He gave an exaggerated shudder and cracked a smile as Sully slugged his shoulder. "That just ain't right, Sully. It ain't right, man." Ty continued ribbing with a soft laugh.
Before Sully could assert a cheap shot of his own, the familiar voice from dispatch splintered through the air.
"Five-five Charlie, respond to a reported domestic disturbance. 327 apartment H, 57th and Park Avenue."
Ty eagerly grabbed for the radio. Domestic or not, he was grateful for the distraction. He even managed a genuine laugh as Sully muttered a dejected "crap" under his breath with a scowl. "Five-five Charlie, responding. 57th and Park, 327 apartment H."
Davis stood before his locker, peeling off his rain soaked clothes. What a night. After the domestic call, they had caught a disturbance at a bar that had moved outside long before he and Sully arrived on the scene. He was drenched after spending over twenty minutes trying to separate and pacify two drunken assclowns in a torrential downpour. A short while later, they pulled a car over on a routine traffic stop resulting in a long foot pursuit because the guy had an outstanding assault warrant. Topping the shift off was a local shop keeper griping about a homeless man's loitering, claiming it was making his customers uncomfortable. No one bothered taking into account the guy was soaked to the bone, shivering, and probably way more uncomfortable than anyone who complained. Ty gave him a five and gently asked him to move it around the corner, but he still felt guilty. The guy wasn't bothering anybody, just trying to seek shelter under the meager awning.
"See ya, Davis." Sully stated, shutting his locker after stuffing his arms into his coat.
"Later Sully." Ty mumbled affably as he yanked a dry shirt over his head. Thrusting his feet into his shoes, he grabbed his coat and headed out. He stepped outside just in time to hear Sully wish...whoever she was a good night. He cleared his throat loudly, drawing her attention. She turned around slowly and offered a hesitant smile from under her black umbrella. He took a deep breath, holding it for a minute before puffing it out loudly. There was no turning back now. It was time he got to the bottom of who this woman was and where she came from. Maybe more importantly, what she wanted from him.