- 𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲
↪ detective // briefing room // tagged w cora
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- ace was unusually punctual that rainy monday morning; arriving a good half hour before the rest of the detectives. on any other day, chances were he'd be arriving at the last second; nonchalantly sneaking into the briefing room not unlike a student slamming into their desk just as the bell rigs, and earning a displeased look from the teacher, or in this case, the precinct leader. there would be none of that today. though ace didn't quite know the reasoning behind him setting his alarm an hour earlier. he was not a morning person, and he was sure he looked it, but what the hell, at least he had tried. perhaps it was the fact that a new week brought forth new cases that had been the source of ace's newly-discovered passion. after spending the previous week sorting out a robbery between two tenants in manhattanville, he was itching for a more exciting case, a rush. the front page of the newspaper he had been reading at his desk told of a possible poisoning at a nearby apartment. that was just the kind of rush ace needed after a slow week, one that got his heart pumping. it was mother nature's drug, more potent and far more cheaper than anything off the streets, and ace was addicted. though one could argue it was equally as dangerous. the possibility of being a hero was just an added bonus. although it was up to jonah who got the case. that was his only obstacle, convincing the captain he was capable, but that shouldn't be too hard.
the twenty-nine-year-old glanced up from scanning through the morning news for the umpteenth time as cora walked in, as chipper as ever. "at least someone's having a good morning," he scoffed, folding up the newspaper and tossing it into the pile of unfinished reports and folders he called his desk, next to his untouched cup of coffee. ace despised the drink, but it was the only thing that would help get him through the day. he rose to his feet, stretched, then started to the briefing room just as everyone else had begun to arrive. it seemed he was always in the center of things, always knew what was going on around the office, at least from a social standpoint. he had also earned the honorable, or dishonorable, title of being one of the worst gossipers, and in the past, it had worked to his advantage, such as getting the less cooperative suspects to talk. still, he could come across as overbearing, especially to the younger trainees, and he wasn't exactly everybody's cup of tea. his reputation of being rebellious and doing things his way certainly didn't help.
𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬
↪ trainee // briefing room // tagged w nobody [open]
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"alright. be careful. i love you, mama," soleda's voice was a hush, nearly a whisper when she stepped out of the elevator and into the office. with an exhausted sigh she hung up the phone and set it face down on her desk, before collapsing into her chair. what better way to start a monday than learning your baby brother had blown a .09 driving home from a party and had spent the night in jail. yeah, soleda could think of several, one of which included being dragged by her feet behind a semi doing seventy on highway ten. being the youngest of five and the son of the sheriff, eddie had gotten away with more than he should have, and more than soleda ever had, but there were no free passes this time. the kid had it coming, and while it hurt soleda to see him locked up, it served him right. maybe a night in the county jail would do him good, knock some sense into him. not likely, soleda thought, her heart sinking. life was just a game to eddie, and more likely than not, he'd spend his whole life drunk and unemployed or drunk and collecting a paycheck from the oil rigs, just like his brothers and uncles before him. it hurt like hell to see him throw his whole life away, when soleda had worked so hard to get where she was now; saving up enough just to buy a bus fare to new york. she was doing alright now, with a job and a studio apartment in morningside heights, but that didn't mean it had been easy.
she leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her temples. later she'd have to call her brother, but what was the use? he didn't listen to anyone. half of her wanted to let him go, let him get in trouble, he was an adult now after all, not a little kid. but the other half still held on to some false hope that he would clean up his act. for his family. for her. she had taken care of him most of his life; patched up his arm after a fall from his bike, and had been present at all his soccer games when her parents couldn't. she had tried to steer him onto the right path, but it was all in vain. the least he could do was act like he cared.
she took a deep breath, clearing her head. she couldn't let that plague her thoughts. from day one she had been taught to keep her personal life and professional life separate. today was a new beginning, with new cases. she could lay awake late at night worrying about eddie all she wanted when she clocked out and went home. soleda glanced at the clock and stood up, heading towards the briefing room where everyone had begun to congregate, ready to leave that part of her life behind her for now.
