Riley's cell phone rang sometime late Friday night/early Saturday morning. She rolled over in bed and stretched out an arm to fumble on the nightstand for the accursed device. Her fingers found a warm, naked male torso instead. Temporarily distracted, the phone went to voicemail. "Hello, you've reached Riley O'Rourke. I'm sorry I missed your call. Please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as I can." Beeeeeeep.
The first few seconds of the message was distorted jumbling, muttering and grumbling as Jin fumbled with the awkward phone. "Hello, Riley?" He said, pausing. "It's Jin. Sorry to call you so late, but we took Judah in and interrogated him. He's asked for a lawyer so we had to stop. Can you come in tomorrow morning" We need to talk about this. Thanks." The last word was followed by the dull click of the phone hanging up.
The phone vibrated across her nightstand, doing a silly little jerky dance and then tumbling to the floor. "Oh, damn it," she cursed and rolled over again. "Can you grab that for me?" A naked male arm reached out from underneath the covers of the bed, snagged the phone and handed it to her. She accepted it and sat up, pressing the phone to her ear and listening to the message.
"Double damn," Riley grumped before practically throwing the phone onto the nightstand again and snuggling back down into bed and falling back asleep.
The next morning, Jin dressed hastily (which could be said about any morning, honestly) and hurried to the offices, briskly walking through the halls and glancing around in search of Riley. He didn't see any sign of her at the moment, so he walked into his office and started looking over the files from the case and the notes he'd taken down after he'd gotten home after the interrogation.
The next morning, at approximately 10 a.m., Riley entered the Courthouse. She wasn't entirely awake yet, so she was in a rather grumpy mood. Add to that the fact that she was here - again - on a Saturday - again - and having to deal with the Bishop/Delahada case - again. She headed into the MoJ suite and rapped softly on Jin's door.
"Come in." He said absently, rifling through papers again and again. Then he glanced up, eyeing the door and hoping to see Riley walk through.
And lo and behold, it was indeed that august person!
"Hey, got your message last night. What's up?" She was carrying two cups of coffee and a bag of ...wait for it....doughnuts.
His attention zeroed in on the bag, admittedly. Jin had fairly keen senses for being mostly human. After staring for about ten seconds, he shook his head and glanced up at her, flashing a quick, albeit sleep tinged smile.
"Good morning." He greeted before leaning back in his seat. "Well, as I said, Judah requested a lawyer before we could get much done. But he seems to know who he is now; we showed him the autopsy photos. He didn't say much beyond that. He demanded to see Aoife."
She walked deeper into his office and set one of the cups of coffee down in front of him. Then she delved into the bag and drew out a cinnamon-sugar-encrusted doughnut and hand it to him.
Her brow arched. "Bishop wanted to see Aoife?"
He slid the cup of coffee over, reaching out to accept the doughnut. "Thank you." He said, taking a tentative sip of the hot drink before setting it back down.
"Yes. Before Sal killed him...again, he had been hanging around the inn with her regularly. I think she may have been letting him stay at her place, I don't know. They seemed to be getting fairly close and he wanted to see her. For the record, I don't think that should happen."
She smirked and sat down in the nearest chair. "Me, either. Well...Jin, first things first. I"uh...really, really hate to ask you to do this, but I think it'd be in everyone's best interest if you recused yourself from this case." She let him see in her eyes just how much she regretted having to ask him to do this.
He nodded, taking a bite of the doughnut as she spoke and chewing slowly to mull the idea over. "I know. I will, don't worry. Just want to make sure you know everything we learned from last night first." He took another sip of his coffee, setting it down again. "Also, the press is going to want information. I know Fenner's just eager to tear us a hole with this case, how much are we making public?"
Just the mere mention of the journo made her stomach turn. She shook her head. "Honestly, as little as possible. I'll take care of it. I'll be blunt with you, because you need to know this about me. I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to information coming out of this office. I'd like to be the main go-to for the press, if you don't mind?"
He chuckled and nodded slowly. "Of course. That's not a problem for me." Jin assured her, grabbing a napkin to wipe his hands before setting the doughnut down on it. He reached over to pick up the papers from the interrogation, photos and the like, and the notes he'd taken. They were slid across his desk to her.
"That's all the information I have on the case."
She nodded and took up the file, glancing through it briefly. "No idea why he wants to see Aoife?"
Jin shrugged, noncommittal. "I don't know. I have no idea how close they were, what they talked about, how much she knows about him and vice versa. I just know that they were spending more and more time together before Delahada killed him again. As much as I hate to say it, I think she'll have to be brought in for questioning."
"Oh, I totally agree. I'll send someone 'round today. Do you know where she's living?" She finally took a sip of her coffee and grimaced at the taste.
"Yeah." He reached for his pocketbook, tearing a page out and writing Aoife's address down on it before setting it atop the papers. "Try to be nice, I don't think she really knows much about Judah. When he regained his memory last night, he seemed different. Evil is a good word to use, and Aoife isn't a bad person."
She smiled softly. "I'll send Neo. He's warm and fuzzy, isn't he" Don't worry, Jin. I swear I'll go easy on her. I just want to know what her involvement is in all of this."
"Alright." He nodded again, grabbing his doughnut back up. "Thank you."
She nodded and rose to her feet, prepared to go into her own office and get started. "Anything else crop up?"
"Not that I can think of." The Deputy replied, tapping his pen against the edge of the desk as he stared off to the side thoughtfully. "I think Judah's done plenty more than what our friend Mister Delahada says, though. Something about the way he looked at me. Like an animal."
"He's dangerous."
She nodded. "Duly noted. Well, I'll be in my office if you need me." She held up the folder and said, "Thanks for this." And then she quickly headed out and into her own office.
He nodded, scooping his coffee up again. "Best of luck to you." He replied, turning to begin digging through his other case files in search of something to keep his mind off the Judah/Delahada case.
((The text above is a scene played out between Riley O'Rourke and myself, edited and posted here with permission.))
The first few seconds of the message was distorted jumbling, muttering and grumbling as Jin fumbled with the awkward phone. "Hello, Riley?" He said, pausing. "It's Jin. Sorry to call you so late, but we took Judah in and interrogated him. He's asked for a lawyer so we had to stop. Can you come in tomorrow morning" We need to talk about this. Thanks." The last word was followed by the dull click of the phone hanging up.
The phone vibrated across her nightstand, doing a silly little jerky dance and then tumbling to the floor. "Oh, damn it," she cursed and rolled over again. "Can you grab that for me?" A naked male arm reached out from underneath the covers of the bed, snagged the phone and handed it to her. She accepted it and sat up, pressing the phone to her ear and listening to the message.
"Double damn," Riley grumped before practically throwing the phone onto the nightstand again and snuggling back down into bed and falling back asleep.
The next morning, Jin dressed hastily (which could be said about any morning, honestly) and hurried to the offices, briskly walking through the halls and glancing around in search of Riley. He didn't see any sign of her at the moment, so he walked into his office and started looking over the files from the case and the notes he'd taken down after he'd gotten home after the interrogation.
The next morning, at approximately 10 a.m., Riley entered the Courthouse. She wasn't entirely awake yet, so she was in a rather grumpy mood. Add to that the fact that she was here - again - on a Saturday - again - and having to deal with the Bishop/Delahada case - again. She headed into the MoJ suite and rapped softly on Jin's door.
"Come in." He said absently, rifling through papers again and again. Then he glanced up, eyeing the door and hoping to see Riley walk through.
And lo and behold, it was indeed that august person!
"Hey, got your message last night. What's up?" She was carrying two cups of coffee and a bag of ...wait for it....doughnuts.
His attention zeroed in on the bag, admittedly. Jin had fairly keen senses for being mostly human. After staring for about ten seconds, he shook his head and glanced up at her, flashing a quick, albeit sleep tinged smile.
"Good morning." He greeted before leaning back in his seat. "Well, as I said, Judah requested a lawyer before we could get much done. But he seems to know who he is now; we showed him the autopsy photos. He didn't say much beyond that. He demanded to see Aoife."
She walked deeper into his office and set one of the cups of coffee down in front of him. Then she delved into the bag and drew out a cinnamon-sugar-encrusted doughnut and hand it to him.
Her brow arched. "Bishop wanted to see Aoife?"
He slid the cup of coffee over, reaching out to accept the doughnut. "Thank you." He said, taking a tentative sip of the hot drink before setting it back down.
"Yes. Before Sal killed him...again, he had been hanging around the inn with her regularly. I think she may have been letting him stay at her place, I don't know. They seemed to be getting fairly close and he wanted to see her. For the record, I don't think that should happen."
She smirked and sat down in the nearest chair. "Me, either. Well...Jin, first things first. I"uh...really, really hate to ask you to do this, but I think it'd be in everyone's best interest if you recused yourself from this case." She let him see in her eyes just how much she regretted having to ask him to do this.
He nodded, taking a bite of the doughnut as she spoke and chewing slowly to mull the idea over. "I know. I will, don't worry. Just want to make sure you know everything we learned from last night first." He took another sip of his coffee, setting it down again. "Also, the press is going to want information. I know Fenner's just eager to tear us a hole with this case, how much are we making public?"
Just the mere mention of the journo made her stomach turn. She shook her head. "Honestly, as little as possible. I'll take care of it. I'll be blunt with you, because you need to know this about me. I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to information coming out of this office. I'd like to be the main go-to for the press, if you don't mind?"
He chuckled and nodded slowly. "Of course. That's not a problem for me." Jin assured her, grabbing a napkin to wipe his hands before setting the doughnut down on it. He reached over to pick up the papers from the interrogation, photos and the like, and the notes he'd taken. They were slid across his desk to her.
"That's all the information I have on the case."
She nodded and took up the file, glancing through it briefly. "No idea why he wants to see Aoife?"
Jin shrugged, noncommittal. "I don't know. I have no idea how close they were, what they talked about, how much she knows about him and vice versa. I just know that they were spending more and more time together before Delahada killed him again. As much as I hate to say it, I think she'll have to be brought in for questioning."
"Oh, I totally agree. I'll send someone 'round today. Do you know where she's living?" She finally took a sip of her coffee and grimaced at the taste.
"Yeah." He reached for his pocketbook, tearing a page out and writing Aoife's address down on it before setting it atop the papers. "Try to be nice, I don't think she really knows much about Judah. When he regained his memory last night, he seemed different. Evil is a good word to use, and Aoife isn't a bad person."
She smiled softly. "I'll send Neo. He's warm and fuzzy, isn't he" Don't worry, Jin. I swear I'll go easy on her. I just want to know what her involvement is in all of this."
"Alright." He nodded again, grabbing his doughnut back up. "Thank you."
She nodded and rose to her feet, prepared to go into her own office and get started. "Anything else crop up?"
"Not that I can think of." The Deputy replied, tapping his pen against the edge of the desk as he stared off to the side thoughtfully. "I think Judah's done plenty more than what our friend Mister Delahada says, though. Something about the way he looked at me. Like an animal."
"He's dangerous."
She nodded. "Duly noted. Well, I'll be in my office if you need me." She held up the folder and said, "Thanks for this." And then she quickly headed out and into her own office.
He nodded, scooping his coffee up again. "Best of luck to you." He replied, turning to begin digging through his other case files in search of something to keep his mind off the Judah/Delahada case.
((The text above is a scene played out between Riley O'Rourke and myself, edited and posted here with permission.))