Chapter 5: Starting Day With Questions

July 17, 2011

Lassiter's POV

I heard someone walk over to my desk and stop. I glanced up to see the new detective. His face was serious, not even a smile graced his face. I stood up and stretch out my hand to shake. He accepted it.

"It's nice to meet you Detective Gullingham."

"I'll say the same to you, Detective Lassiter."

"I've read much about you. Your track record is amazing."

His face became impassive. His eyes darkened. When he talked his voice was cold.

"Have you been checking up on me Detective?"

"No… well y-yes, I- I just wanted to know who I was working-ing with," I stuttered.

"Why didn't you wait to ask me, Detective?"

"Oh… uh…," I didn't know what to say.

"Thank you Detective. Now, I will go find Detective O' Hara. Good day to you."

With that he turned around and walked away, heading to O' Hara's desk. I sat down and pondered this strange and slightly frightening man.

Juliet's POV

I watched Lassiter's and Detective's encounter. It looked like it wasn't going well. It was short and when it finished, Lassiter looked shaken. The new detective started toward me. He still had the serious look from yesterday. He stopped at my desk and stood there, sizing me up. I stood up and did the same. When he saw I was also accessing him, amusement flashed across his face briefly. He stuck out his hand and I shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Detective O' Hara."

"Likewise."

"Great."

"You talked to Lassiter."

"Indeed."

"What do you think of him?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Not really."

"I thought so. May I ask where my new desk is?"

"It's the one touching my desk right here."

"Thank you very much. I will go get my stuff from my car."

He went outside and I followed him. I stayed a little bit behind him until he reached the door. I peeked through the glass. He had a 1966 Blue Chevrolet. That's really authentic. I walked back to my desk slightly satisfied.

He came back in carrying a small box. It has his supplies in it. He took out a name plate, staple, pens, paper, folders, binders, etc. The only things he didn't have was anything personal. The things like pictures that will tell me about his life. I was disappointed. I was hoping to find out more about him from his stuff, but there was no chance of that happening. Great! I tried to make conversation it did not work out well.

"So… you're from New York?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Who was your chief?"

"Troy Ray."

"Oh. Did you like him?"

"Yes."

"Are you only going to give short answers?"

"Yes."

"Nice."

"Are you just going to ask me questions or work?"

"Okay, I'll work."

"Thank you."

The attempted conversation died and we went back to work. It's going to be hard to get him to open up. When, I was typing I suddenly thought of a weird question to ask.

"One more question," I said.

He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, shoot."

"What are you favorite fruit?"

He raised an eyebrow and sent me a strange look.

"Isn't that a just an odd question to ask someone?"

"I know. Just answer it, I'm curious."

"Will it get you off my back?"

"Yes, for now."

"Oh… if I must. My favorite fruit are pineapple."

A cop walking by dropped the stuff he was holding and stared at Gullingham. He shook his head, picked up his stuff, and sped away. I stared at Gullingham openly.

"I use to know someone who was obsessed with pineapple."

"I assume this person is Shawn Henry Spencer. I have read about him the newspapers and on the internet. He is great at his work. What is he? Isn't he your "psychic" consultant?"

"Our old psychic consultant."

"Oh. Why's that?"

"He left a year ago after a huge argument between him and the whole police station. It was not pretty. He got kicked out. The next day he left us a letter and we watched him drive away."

"What did the letter say?"

"I'll rather not talk about it."

"Fine with me. I'll try to talk to Lassiter again."

He got up and headed to Carlton's desk.

Lassiter's POV

I saw that Gullingham's and O' Hara's conversation was doing well. Gullingham stood up and walked over to me.

"Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong spot, Detective."

"I agree."

"Is there any cases at the moment?"

"No."

"Okay."

"I have a question for you."

"What is it, Detective?"

"What's your gun of choice?"

"I have a G36 glock."

"I have a glock too. Can I see yours?"

Gullingham took his out and gave it to Lassiter. He looked like a kid who got a Christmas present early.

"It's beautiful. Would you like to go to the shooting range if there isn't a case tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Great."

"I'll go back to my desk to finish paper work, Detective."

"Yah, I have to finish also."

"Ok."

Random POV

He walked away heading to his desk. He sat down and took out some papers and started working. He wasn't aware of the inquisitive looks he was receiving from both detectives. They just couldn't figure him out. At all.

Lassiter's POV

Not long after, he met McNab and the others. They accepted him instantly.