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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[tarnishedbadge]

There weren't a lot of people that Levi was comfortable bringing his idea to initially. If the wrong people got the wrong idea about it, things could get ugly. It would take someone fair, impartial and able to look past their prejudices. Someone wise able to keep a clear head in all of this.

Or, someone like James Thornton, who looked like they weren't doing anything too important at that moment.

"Hey, Hop Along Cassidy," Levi called out. "Got time for seven minutes in conference room heaven?"

[starsfallen]

Corry is riding on the rush of information that she is now, in fact, the owner of the Waterhouse. palace of her dreams. Grand notion suddenly materializing to reality.

But there are rather a lot of matters to figure out that come along with it. Business sense (which no doubt Lara can help with), manpower, design... but on the most mundane and less fun side of it all - legal matters.

So Corry, in a single-minded and productive moment, finds herself to the Siren Cove Police Department for the first time since that fateful day she and Leslie burned down a corndog stand. Not that there haven't been police run ins since then. Even in Siren Cove she'd danced with them on several occasions before her departure. But when caught cutting school or using fake IDs to get into smoky cabarets they simply picked her up and dropped her off at home. The police department is a whole other story.

"Hello?" She wears her most professional smile. "Who can help me with some matters of the law?"