BACK TO THE GRIND [ Police Station / OPEN]

[jamesthorn]

Normal people aren't like James. He is happier when he's at work, getting things done. He likes the focus, likes his cases. He likes his co-workers, most of the time, when Grant wasn't waving Cornettos in his face, Alex kept her feet off the desk, and June didn't traipse through the station to flirt with Levi. This afternoon, though, his first day back to duty following his kidnapping, he isn't handling it all that well. He is overwhelmed by the amount of paperwork sitting on his desk; Levi really hadn't been lying about everyone just leaving it all safe and sound for him. His desk looks like it hasn't been touched in weeks, except for people just piling things in his chair. A pile he dumped on the floor next to his feet once he'd arrived, a pile that would likely still be there a month from now.

That was hours ago. He is still attempting to just make it through his e-mail inbox and his phone messages as most of them aren't practically incomprehensible. He doesn't even know where to start with this to get back into the mindset. He places his head in his hands for a few seconds, attempting to scrub away the brain fog. He removes his hands and blinks at the computer screen.

Maybe he thought he would just pick back up where he left off, but it's obvious he's going to need a short reintroduction to all of this. Though there's a tiny voice in the back of his mind shouting at him that the job isn't the reason. He is brilliant at his job; he knows what to do. No, if he was being real with himself, he would know his brain fog is due to Moira freaking Coombs and the night he'd spent with her. He shakes that thought away quickly, or tries too, and goes back to his e-mail.

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[starsfallen]

"Oh, so that's what the conference rooms here are used for. Hot. Always wondered how the true blue of Siren Cove spent their days."

Corrine tilts her head towards James and smiles. "I'm sorry. We seem to have horrible timing. Please, go have your seven minutes, I'm happy to wait."

[jamesthorn]

After several minutes, having hashed it out with Levi, James returns to the main lobby only to find Corrine Flynn--Siren Cove's very own famous actress--still standing in the lobby. He figured she might have jetted off by now, but she's still looking every bit like whatever she's about to ask probably isn't a very important police matter. But they are supposed to be friendly to public, or try too, Chief says. He walks over to her, putting on a good enough smile.

"Still here, huh? What do you need?" he asks.

[starsfallen]

"Such a gracious welcome." Corrine smiles and hands him a Manila folder. "I've recently acquired some commercial property. I want to ensure everything moving forward is smooth sailing and in full legal compliance." Certainly, there are lawyers involved. So she assumes. And if Lara doesn't have them at the ready, Corry will call a few of her own. But this is as much show as productivity. She wants to make it clear to the department that she wants to keep in good company. Good graces. "I've got the rundown on codes. But you, officer. Is there anything on your end that needs to be squared away or monitored in the future?"

[jamesthorn]

"Acquired some commercial property..." James 'tsks' his tongue against his teeth as he takes the folder from her. He breezes through it in a couple of page flips, noting that she had purchased the rundown old Waterhouse near the Boardwalk; nothing that he needs to concern himself with or the rest of his officers. Business deals were for City Hall and sly business dealers like Lara Quinn. But there was one thing about the Waterhouse that was his concern. "I assume this means you have a key now?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Other night some neighborhood residents reported seeing a female, red hair, about your height breaking into the back door of the very property you just purchased. You know anything about that by chance?"