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Who: Detective Spencer Rourke and Gabe Sherlock
When: After Dawn's convo with Spencer.
Where: Phone
What: Spencer calls Gabe for some information on what's going down in Bristol below the police's radar. Gabe is generally disdainful.
Rating: PG-13 for language


-ring-

"Hullo?"

"Gabriel Sherlock?"

"Last time I checked. Who's this now?"

"Detective Spencer Rourke with the Bristol County Police Department."

-pause- "No kidding? Uh...what can I do for you, Detective Rourke?"

"No kidding. I've received wind of some information that may lead to an investigation of a possible murder and I've been directed towards you by my informant."

-covers the receiver while taking a few deep breaths- "Uh huh."

"I was hoping you could help me tie up some of the loose ends, Mr. Sherlock. See if we can't make sure that justice is served."

"Right, uh. Officer. Detective. Whatever. I dunno who your...informant is? I'm just a waiter. Unless somebody keeled over at the Olive Garden, I doubt I can help you."

"Detective. I'm going to level with you here, son, because there seems to be a few elements brought into play that I'm not entirely sure are possible, but my ex-wife assures me that they are. I believe you know her, Dawn Bassler."

"Oh man, you're Dawn's Spencer?" -pause- "What exactly has she been telling you?"

-mumbles- "Good to see that my reputation precedes me." -clears throat- "Quite a few things including but not limited to the fact that it would appear that people in this town have developed super powers, you being one of them. Also that it seems that you and an unknown group of others have taken to fighting crime yourself, which I can assure you can raise quite a few charges in a court of law."

-snorts-

"You think this is funny, son? I can assure you that I'm not amused in the least."

"Dude, for one thing, I'm not your son. For another thing, I can assure you, Detective, that you don't know exactly how unamusing this is."

-stern- "I'd advise you to watch your tone, Mr. Sherlock. Then why don't you catch me up to speed? I already know of your involvement, that of Alena and Alvin Alkeinos, and Miss Alkeinos' best friend. I've been asked not to intimidate anyone here, but will not pass up the chance to do so if I must. It's in your best benefit to be upfront with me here, son."

"Chyeah, uh huh. This is how unamusing this is: Your detective's badge? Won't do shit for you here. If that's all you've got in your arsenal, I know some dudes that would just laugh in your face. So actually, it's probably in my best benefit to hang up the phone right now." -pause- "Which murder are you investigating?"

-annoyed sigh- "The one involving a supposed endorphin manipulator that caused some one to have a heart attack. I haven't got much information, but was assured that you'd be willing to help me out."

"Assured, huh? Right, Dawn's new to this. I'll tell you unspoken rule number one, then, that everybody follows, even the people who have no other rules: The police do not get involved."

"Well as a member of said organization, I will have you know that I've got the authority to open up an investigation, with you and your friends at the helm of such. I am simply trying to get this all figured out so that I don't have to resort to such drastic measures."

"That would be a waste of your time, detective, and probably not a very smart move. Like I said, I'm just a waiter, but there are some very powerful people who'd be kinda pissed off if there was an investigation into their business going on."

"I will do whatever I have to ensure that this town stays safe, regardless of whether or not you believe it is a smart idea. Why don't you tell me a little bit more about these very, powerful people or even this little faction you and my ex-wife seem to be a part of?"

-sigh- "You don't understand." -pause- "Okay, try this. Imagine that one day, you wake up, and you're hearing voices. You touch somebody, and you see yourself as them, eating breakfast, or being beaten by their husband, or sneaking out of the house for a drink at night. The voices start getting more constant, and you think you're going crazy, right? You're obviously delusional, hallucinating. But then you figure out - you're reading minds. Awesome, right? And your friends have powers too. But then people start getting kidnapped, and you're being followed and getting death threats, and everybody you love is in danger, and people start dying. The police can't do anything, because there are people that don't care about the law - they think they're above it, and it turns out they are because they have abilities that let them do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it. There are people who want to use you for your ability, or just hate you for it, whether because you know things you shouldn't, or because you're just a freak. Then some detective calls you up and tells you he wants to investigate the murder of one of your friends. He's employed by the government, which is already investigating you and everybody you care about, plotting to fuckin'...cut you up into little pieces or probe your brain or maybe just kill you. What the hell would you do?"

-long, long pause- "First off, let me assure you that I have not been sent by anyone as an agent of any ongoing investigations that may be occuring, before I spoke with Dawn I had no knowledge of any of this. I'm not looking to get anyone dissected or anything like that. I'm looking into this to ensure that nothing comes of my family and the ones I love. Yes, I am a detective, but there are certain things that come before the call of duty and I'm sure from that little speech you've just given me, you could understand what I'm referring to. If this thing really is as big as you are telling me, and as widespread as Dawn's saying, then I'd at least like to know what I and the rest of this town is up against." -sigh- "If you'd be happy to oblidge in my request, me being a cop and everything, I will see to it that everything discussed between the two of us is confidential and off of the record. Do we have a deal?"

"Maybe. You have to call me by my name, because unless you're some reincarnation of Jon Sherlock, I'm not your son. And I need to talk to some people first."

"Well then, Gabe, I'd kindly ask you to talk to these people you need to."

"Mmmhm."

"Well you have my number now and you can always get in contact with me through Dawn if needs be."

"Yeah, okay."

"I'll be in contact."

"Yep."

"Have a nice day, so-- Gabe."

"You too." -click-