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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 22:40:10 GMT -5
And there was Harvey.
He came bumbling through the way, followed by at least three other officers barking out orders on things they needed to do next. They were quick to leave after being assigned their tasts. Harvey got to his desk ready to sit in it, finally spotting Selina and Montoya. He looked at Selina.
"You been roughin' through my desk again?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 23:02:55 GMT -5
"I like that trust thing." She holds Renee as long as the woman holds her, an unspoken bond between them. Maybe one day she'll shed the illusion she's some hoity-toity lady, and fill Renee in on her several year stint on the streets of the East End. The fact she even graduated high school was something. College, even better. So she tries to keep up the facade, counting down the hours until she could relax.
But even that place is shattered, a once sacred home to her now desecrated with her once tightly clutched secret. Even he knows.
"I can make it at three. Give me enough time to change, get back down here, drop my report, then we can go." She isn't able to stifle her laugh enough when Renee mentions getting frisked. "I'd trust you, Renee. But I'll leave my 9mm at home. And I appreciate it." She is quite aware what red tape can do. It complicates everything.
As Renee gives her tips, she is quick to gather her things. She returns the wink, using her crutches to turn, when there he is.
Barking orders like he'd been doing it the day he was born. At least she hadn't been caught in his chair.
"Nope. Renee kept me honest today. But if I did, I paid the toll, Theo." She murmurs, shifting to the side to let him get through to his desk. A few more words pass between them, and she's out the front way.
She's got a report to write, turn in, and change all in under three and a half hours. And she can only hope Renee didn't catch the cooled air between the friends.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 13:07:27 GMT -5
"Nuh-uh," Renée says, taking a quick step and sidling between Bullock and his desk- and therefore, between him and Selina. "You can have your butterfingers and bicker like an old married couple later. We've got to get moving." She leans on the desk, resting her weight on one leg so as to jut out her hip. Sass and femininity, maybe just enough to keep Bullock's attention on her. "We got a break in the Mad Stan case. Bomb Squad just got done clearing his place in midtown. Sawyer wants us down there with the CSIs, pronto."
Renée lifts up and grabs Bullock's shoulder insistently, turning him towards the motor pool. "I'll even let you drive. Come on, before he decides to come back for that rat-ugly dog of his."
As she leads him out, she looks over her shoulders to Selina, and mouths "Three~" with a sing-songy little movement of her head.
After hours of turning over Stan Labowski's every piece of furniture, every scrap of paper, every bite of dog food left in the big open bag, after hours of canvassing every nearby apartment and knocking on every door, all the Major Crimes Unit has achieved is getting in a fight with Mrs. Labowski- a squat, stocky eighty-something woman with blue-rinse hair and a hell of a good arm with that handbag of hers.
Renée is cleaning a cut in the locker rooms, and talking with the MCU's intern. "I'm telling, you, Stacy. It's not like I've never had somebody's mama going off at me before, but that old lady's purse must have been full of bricks or something. Whole rest of my arm is gonna end up bruised tomorrow, you just wait."
She finishes up with cleaning it, dropping the sterile swab into an evidence bag. "Okay. Drop this off in Evidence. ... And-"
Stacy chips in. "Not with Corrigan. Trust me, I know by now."
Renée nods her thanks and says, "That's my gal."
On the way out of the lockers, she wraps a bandage around the wound just to be sure. It's not a deep cut, but she IS planning on shooting with that arm...
She steps back into the main MCU office to see if Selina's there yet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 21:23:44 GMT -5
Selina is quick to GTFO of the area after Renee makes a buffer between her and Harvey. She smiles a bit and nods to the detective when she mouths their meeting time, releasing her crutch enough for a covert thumbs-up as she starts to leave. It's easier to hit up a cafe with internet access for a bit to keep her from going home and resting. It's another coffee, and a light lunch while she pecks away at her laptop, going over the file and it's contents to offer her 'official' opinion. Saving the file to her email with a glance to the time and she packs everything away. It's time to grab a cab, which isn't especially too hard with her crutches, and she's home in no time.
An elevator rider up, and she's into her home again, tossing her keys and purse to her bed as she fires up her computer, printing her report and dropping her crutches as she hears the printer spitting out page after page of 'legitimate' opinion. She's going to go to the range with Renee, so she needs something a bit more sturdy. Rifling through her hangers she finds a pair of slim fitting jeans, her right black boot, and a thermal. She can fit her deep purple winter vest over that and be set. Swapping her dress for the dark grey thermal, she hobbles to her bed and removes the soft cast and wrestles her jeans over it, replacing the brace before getting into the other leg and slipping into her boot. She is able to limp over to her desk, place her report into a file of her own, sign and date it officially, and slip that back into her bag. On second thought, she's back into her closet, tugging out safety eyewear and her noise cancelling headset to bring with as well.
Her eyes fondly go over her 9mm as she sighs and makes sure only one bullet is chambered, but her clip is near by. Renee said she's pull a few strings, and to be honest, she's both grateful, and annoyed. Her friend shouldn't have to go to such lengths for her. And she'd rather have something more than a knife and a can of mace on her while she's on crutches. Then again, she's going from her home, straight to the precinct house.
Having enough of this half-walk hopping, she goes to sit on her bed and tugs her vest on, pulling her crutches to her before going and slinging her bag on. Her eye protection and headgear is tucked away, her laptop swapped out for her tablet. Quickly she changes a setting for her earpiece before replacing it back in her ear, and she's gone.
While in her cab, she checks in with Charlotte, sending a quick text to let her know what's up going on afterschool. It's become a bit of a ritual for Selina to let the teen know if she will, or won't be home around dinner. Not that there is ever a lack for food, or take-out menus.
It's a few minutes to three and Selina nods to the officer holding open the doors for her. This time she makes her way over to Renee's side of the desks, and realizing there is space on the top of it, she leans against it, and partially on her crutches, raising a hand when she see's the familiar face peek out from where the lockers are. She's nearly done with braiding her hair; and afterthought as she realizes she doesn't want to sit and mess with her hair while firing.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 23:20:41 GMT -5
A wave and a wink later, Montoya's squeezed past some of the other MCU detectives- Sarge actually has to lean to one side and wonder where she's going in such a hurry- and is down the first few steps of the stairway. It doesn't take long to get to the range in the second basement level. She's there well before Selina, of course, but she doesn't think about how rude that is until she's already arrived. Doy, she's injured... It's just been a long day. She'll be perfectly happy never to see another blue-rinsed hairdo or scrap of dog food ever again.
When Selina does arrive, she gives her a warm smile that tries to hide the stress of the day. "Hey, pretty lady," she says, far more comfortable-sounding than she usually manages around Miss Kyle. Real? Faked so as to encourage relaxation and closeness? Renée's not that good a poker player, but she holds her own. She certainly seems sincere.
She slips around the metal detector with a nod to the uniform on duty. He doesn't make eye contact. Neither does she.
"So... You still sure you don't want a face up on the target?" Her grin sparkles as she continues, sing-songily, "'Cus I've got a little list~"
She leans against the counter the little x-ray machine sits on. "And, hey, did you end up deciding on dinner tonight?"
The guard mutters something. Renée might be close enough to hear it, but she acts as if she most certainly did not.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 2:52:53 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the ladies Harvey was at the far end of the shooting range. He was always easy to spot, his hat and coat were laying on a table behind the barrier. He couldn't be seen, as he was on the other side of a concrete wall, but his coat and hat were out.
He had just shot off a a clip and reloaded as the target came toward him. He inspected it. All in the ten ring, just like the pro that he was. He had his hearing protection around his neck for the moment. He reached over to his coffee, pouring something from a flask into it, recapping it, and then putting it back in his back pocket before having a drink of it. He set the coffee back down and pulled his hearing protection back over his ears and shouted "READY."
A new target was provided and he unloaded his clip again. Another clip unloaded in the ten ring, perfectly and even tighter than before. He reloaded his clip and had another long swig of his coffee before starting again.
Harvey was mad. When Harvey was mad he wanted to shoot things. So he was shooting things right now...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 14:16:22 GMT -5
Taking the fact Renee is slinking off as a cue, Selina leans off the desk and starts to make her way down to the range. She's been there before, just not with crutches. So it's slow going for a while, her getting frustrated almost to the point of throwing the damn things down and just sliding on her ass.
But she finally shows, and beams bright at Renee's words, the echo's of someone else squeezing off a round or four echoing where they are. "Heya! And no, no faces for now. Unless you're thinking of one in particular?" She grins and shakes her head again before pausing before the turnstile and subsequent security. She kinda hopes she doesn't have to go through the whole pat down ordeal, and would rather just...fire off some pent up energy. Of course it's not going to afford the two women much time to talk, but she's been around Renee enough to understand body language. And that is one form of communication she excels at, words, or injuries included.
When Renee mentions dinner, Selina's a bit shocked, already having lifted her bag over her head and handed it over to the security guard to look through. She's then joining Renee on the other side , and inhaling deeply.
"Totally spaced on where to eat. Was focused on writing that damn report. I had forgotten about it until I got a call from Reynolds. Usually I'm like, a week early with it. I would've been in trouble otherwise." She's already re-slung her bag over her shoulder and following Renee to where they're going to be setting up in their own lanes.
It's the standard range, with it's bleak setup, table at the back for ammo and cases and other errata folks bring to shoot. She's just able to hear a barked command, and see an old target come back. Whatever. It's not like she could have expected Renee to clear out the entire area for just them. She's already pulled enough strings as it is. Pointing to the two lanes, Selina grabs the one on the left, just because she shoots southpaw. Actually, she can go with either but prefers her left.
So she waits for Renee to motion to her to do whatever, while she goes and digs out her own hearing protection, the echo of a clip being peeled off in a crisp manner not her favorite ear-piercing noise ever.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 13:31:41 GMT -5
"We'll figure something out," Renée says cheerily over the officer's shoulder. She smiles a sunny, catlike smile.
Encouraging! And upbeat! For someone who got beat up by somebody's mom today, she's certainly managing to be pretty chipper about it.
That is, until she goes looking for the headgear she prefers and notices it's missing. That's the one she's spent ages laboriously fitting on properly! Yeah, her name's not on it, but who-
She glances downrange and, of course, sees him. Oh, come on. Her eyes narrow and her smile turns all bitter and scowly. She recovers quickly, grabbing another set of muffs nonchalantly and starting to fiddle with them... Before she finishes, though, she glances over her shoulder at Selina.
Yeah. She's already seen him.
Renée half-turns and catches Selina's gaze... She flicks her own eyes to the right, severely downrange, and mouths, "... You okay? We can ditch..."
Still, she goes through the motions, signing her name and Selina's on the checklist at the rack, indicating which guns she's taking and how much ammunition. She sidles into the lane next to Selina, handing over the tools of the trade, and slips on the protective glasses provided at the lane. She'll let Selina call for the first target.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 0:06:37 GMT -5
Harvey, oblivious to the other two, continued popping off rounds. After a few more clips he would let out a long sigh, safety his gun, slip it into his holster while pulling his other arm through his suit jacket. He picked up his hat, slipping hearing protection off and heading off to probably do god knows what. Bar, food, home, music, movie, maybe more food, then a little more music and booze then maybe bed. Or a bath then bed. There are options here.
Harvey mussed his hat onto his head and pulled on his coat. It was a lighter one thanks to Spring. As he strode past them, coffee in his right hand, his left in his coat pocket. He stopped out of habit, but regretted that muscle memory at the sight of them. He sighed with great annoyance being the undertone to it.
He saved with a polite nod to them both and pulled hearing protection over his ears and looking ahead, indicating he'd please like to see how they do before huffing off for some reason. He softened his look, still not terribly nice, but he was making the effort to not be a dick. Less words, less yelling later.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 22:18:24 GMT -5
Smiling back at Renee, Selina fits the glasses and muffs on and gives her friend a thumbs up. She cares, and doesn't give a shit in the same breath he's here. It's a common stress reliever, she's aware. Taking the handgun, and ammo she sets both down on the small table, checking the already prepped clip, almost half-sighing that Renee wasn't able to get them extra clips. She can just reload while Renee shoots.
She afixed her target and hit the button to taxi it out a good distance before looks over the gun one last time and reassembling it and slapping a clip in, thumbing the safety off. Standing back slightly she moves her crutches before calling her own ready and discharging her clip, several precise head shots aimed, and hit, the rest hitting near center mass. She's oblivious to Theo as she sets her gun down and waits for her target, pulling it back close enough she can see before motioning to Renee for her turn.
It's only when she turns does she spot Harvey, eyes wide as she smiles uncomfortably at him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 14:05:06 GMT -5
If looks could kill, Renée Montoya's Oh-Come-On-Harvey look would at least feel like a solid kick to the shins. Withering is perhaps the only kind descriptor available.
Selina starts shooting.
Montoya tries to shoo Harvey off, but her movements are all too subtle to notice when his eyes are on Selina. The sound is distant and muffled, through the ear protection. Gunshots are loud, sharp and painful without earmuffs. With them? For a Gotham kid, it's practically their lullaby from when they were too young to remember. And there's something outright soothing about the weight of the empty handgun in Renée's palm.
So she pulls herself away and gives herself over to that calmness. She half-turns, giving Harvey nothing but her profile, and neither of them her attention. She busies herself with loading the gun. Then, placing it flat on the counter in front of her, she shifts to watch Selina's pattern.
She knows before Selina does exactly how good the pattern is. Two or three solid hits to the walnut, the middle of the medulla oblongata, where the brain connects to the rest of the nervous system. An instant drop, quick kill shot. Then a solid cluster of shots in the chest. Good places for stopping power, and a few of the shots might even be artery hits if you drew them onto the target.
Renée is a little gobsmacked. Luck? She's not used to seeing shots like that from someone who professes themself a novice.
It wheels back. And Selina wheels around. And Renée calls for her target, wondering whether to intervene
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 17:23:21 GMT -5
Harvey knew Montoya was trying to shoo him, he saw it at the corner of his vision, he just pretended not to notice. He eventually gave a sideways smirk to Renee before turning eyes back to Selina when she turned.
"Not bad, but you don't like it. Please, I did not mean to interrupt. Have a good night."
And with that Harvey slipped off the ear protection and put his hat back on, moving to leave the shooting range . He would idly feel for his cigarettes, lighter, keys, wallet. Things were in place, weapon included. He raised his hand over his shoulder to them.
"Be safe if you get called in tonight."
Harvey left two cigarettes near their things hoping they both would just have one. It helps when people are mad at him. He needs to leave peace offerings. He always tries to remember that of all things.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 22:39:13 GMT -5
It's a release of sorts, considering other aspects of her life are more than tied up, for the lack of a better term. So once she'd done with her own set of clips, she steps back after setting down her gun, and goes to reload both her clips with an ease that one would not expect, her thumb pushing down the bullets, and her other fingers deftly reloading each 9mm bullet. One clip of 14+1 is done, then the next.
Part of her is jealous they carry these sort of guns. But she's not a huge fan of a .45, they're a bit bulky. A 9mm, well, she could handle that. Not that she likes to broadcast she knows a 9mm, from a .45, from a shotgun. There are some things a girl likes to keep close to the chest.
She doesn't care to look at the cluster of shots. She knows where she aimed, and where it would hit. She's not here to impress anyone, either. If she needed to disable someone, it's quite clear she has the know-how and skillset to do so.
So she hangs back while it's Renee's turn she watches Harvey before he leaves. She rolls her eyes at his comment and shrugs it off. Of course he is aware she can shoot. Does she like it? Not really. But it's a funny hobby to engage in, despite her having numerous other methods of defending herself. And he's more than aware of it.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 0:04:37 GMT -5
A withering look (and an increasingly impressed analysis of a pattern of shots) ends up giving way to the kind of curiosity that leaves a sour taste in the mouth when Harvey makes that comment over his shoulder.
"What, you know something I don't?" Renée asks, brow furrowed and tone biting. The sharpness ain't entirely on Selina's behalf; she's already worked a full shift today, and part of that was digging through an apartment while fending off an assault with a deadly handbag. Her arm is starting to throb a little. She does not want to be working tonight. The whole thought of it puts her in a foul mood. S
he gives Harvey a chance to talk, but whether he does or not, she gives him the shoulder and lifts up her service pistol.
It weighs heavy in her hand, and lifting it makes her arm muscles bunch against the bandage. Ugh. Bad memories. She hasn't felt that particular sensation since her friend Ramona made her pretend to be her boyfriend from another school for that dance. Renée isn't stacked, but ace bandage compression is too small for anyone.
Didn't help that Ramona was three-drink bi and had a slit in her formal dress that went up to meet her neckline, more or less.
Renée straightens her arm and rolls her shoulder back as she lifts. Not comfortable, but steady enough. She handles the grip with her other hand to keep her aim good.
You know, it's funny, but Renée didn't notice Miss Kyle taking any similar precautions before shooting.
She puts it out of her mind when her target approaches, only sparing a glance in Selina's direction as Harvey leaves the sigs and walks out. She'll check on her in a minute. First thing's first, though...
One shot, two shot, three-to-seven shot. Solid cluster at the center of mass, one or two cursory Shoot-To-Wound shots (Not that any self-respecting cop would actually take one of those when faced with a shooter, but she likes the challenge of it here. And to hell with the high score, everydamnbody here knows she blew the lid off the test in the academy). Then, another quick burst. BLAM-BLAM. BLAMBLAMBLAM-BLAM-BLAM.
It's a little slow and jerky to be Shave and a Haircut, but it turns out to be incidental. None of the shots are for the walnut, but every shot hit the head... One on either side of the upper midline, the rest in a low curve just underneath it.
She grins, pops one straight through the head, and drops the pistol. Yeah, her bad arm threw off her aim a little, but everyone's gonna ASSUME it's intentional when they notice she shot a smiley face into the target's head.
Renée turns, rubbing her arm and giving Selina a thumbs-up. Then she works off the ear protection and says, "You okay?"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 18:21:00 GMT -5
"He's being an ass. He's been in semi-permanent state since the whole, you know, Joker sting." She waves her hand at that, reigning in her own emotions. Renee, and Bivins, and a very small handful of other officers were aware she was present when the thing went down. And not just in the wings, but in the middle of things. And that the whole situation had tainted the friendly, even flirty banter between consultant and Detective for over a week now.
Pursing her lips, she exhales and watches as he leaves, the cigarettes noted. And as good as she knows they are on the first flicker of flame, she's going to let those puppies sit right where they are. For now. If need be, she can pocket them as they leave, but hell no, not when he's barely out of line of sight.
So she shifts instead to lean against the table at the back of the range, taking some of the pressure off her foot as she watches Renee shoot. From a cursory glance over the woman, she's had a tough day. Muscles bunched, she's having to readjust here and there. Perhaps it's due to her own ability to be fluid in such tense times, and her own training to thrive in it, shooting a gun is nearly as easy as chewing gum, but not as easy as breathing.
She'd rather deal with an issue without a firearm, but due to someone being themselves and her being herself, she was taught early, and had it hammered home long and hard enough that she's a bit more than efficient with a firearm. And she prefers a 9mm, instead of a .45, but there is a certain solidness to the larger caliber gun. Even if there is a larger chance of either blowback, or recoil, it's still a delicious sensation.
She does have to sigh, wishing she could just light up, when she hears the rapid peals of gunfire and the clatter of a gun fully unloaded. Green eyes glance to the target and she cracks a smile at the firing pattern. Renee is having some fun at least. Slipping two fingers to pop her own muff off an ear, she shrugs. "Foot hurts, and it seems it's been a shit week for the most of us, especially with the Joker's bullshit." She motions to Renee's hand. "You ok with that bandage? We could've done something else, if I knew you'd been injured today. Foot is one thing, hand, while shooting is another."
Pursing her lips she is standing and crutched over to where Renee is. If it wasn't such a long haul up the stairs and back to the desks, she'd have gotten a new bandage and some of that triple antibiotic ointment in the fourth drawer of Theo's desk. How does she know it's there? She put the stuff there, mostly because he refuses to let anyone else help him. So she helps him, help himself, by keeping the necessities at hand. It makes the entire MCU's life a bit easier. Unlike this past week, she's quite sure.
Balancing on her crutches she reaches over to splay her friend's hand open, grateful it's not bleeding through the bandage, but not quite ok with how it's wrapped. She might be able to get a few more rounds out before there is some sort of breakthrough bleeding, but still. The pain. Unless they're going to grab a drink or two with dinner, she may be good. But still, she's not the sort to point out another's pain threshold, especially to an officer. Bad, bad, move she's learned from prior experience.
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