Casey Donovan (thatshellfire) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-02-13 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | rapunzel, sam winchester |
Who: Kyle West & Isobel Hughes
What: Getting the details about what happened
Where: Kyle’s office?
When: Last last Thursday afternoon (I'm slow okay?? WE KNOW THIS)
Warnings: None
Meeting with the police wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be doing not even 24 hours after returning from the cruise, but it was better to get it over with than to let it linger any longer. Isobel knew well enough that if she procrastinated enough, she’d simply let it go, and this was not the sort of situation that could be ignored for much longer. So she got herself together, put her big girl hat on, and made her way down to the station to meet with Kyle West.
After checking in with the woman attending the front desk at the station, Isobel took a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs that dotted the lobby, waiting patiently for Mr. West, whom she was assured would be with her shortly.
Ever since Kyle got promoted to Chief of the entire damn police force he was learning way more than he wanted to about red tape and bureaucracy. On the bright side, he was also learning the easiest ways around it. He was on the phone with the City Manager when his secretary let him know that Ms. Hughes was here to see him. She couldn’t have come at a better time, it was a good excuse to get off the line with the King of Bureaucracy himself.
He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and put it on, he still wasn’t used to the whole tie and jacket thing, but he figured that was how things were done. He opened the door to his office, that was way too big for one person, but it was still better than the desk he’d had down in Homicide. “Ms. Hughes,” he said nodding at her, “Come on in, close the door behind you,” he said as he walked back into his office and sat down at his desk. “You want coffee or something?” he asked as she stepped in.
She was just pulling her phone out to pass the time when the sound of a door opening drew her attention, looking up in time to see a man in a suit jacket asking for her attention. From somewhere, Isobel mustered a smile and nodded, gathering her bag and rising, making her way into the office that he had disappeared into, hesitating at the door long enough to close the door behind her.
“No, I”m fine, thanks. My stomach’s all sorts of jumpy at the moment.” There was another smile, a bit strained, as she took a seat, putting her bag down at her feet. Glancing around at the office, she tried to make a bit of small talk, filling the silence since she had no idea what was going to be asked, not really. “It’s a nice office. You... just got the position, right? As police chief, I mean.”
He looked around the office when she complimented it, he still felt like he didn’t quite belong in the office, but he didn’t want to put that off on the girl currently in there meeting with the Chief of Police. “I can understand that, I won’t keep you long. I have your file, and the other interviews you did with some of my guys, but if there is anything you couldn’t tell them, or were worried about telling them because of the whole...Creation thing, you can tell me,” he said seriously. “It won’t go anywhere it shouldn’t.” His mind wandered to Daryl and he knit his brows together and sighed. “I have an outside consultant who wants a look at your place when you have a chance. It can totally be at your convenience, she’s...A handful and I’m pretty sure she’s a robot even though she says she’s not...But she really can help. So if you can let me know when a good time for that is, it’ll get that bit over with faster and get her off of my back and lessen the risk of her showing up uninvited at some ungodly hour.” He was smiling, but sadly it was all true, Daryl was a pill. He liked her a lot, but she was a god damn pill.
Her shoulders shrugged up slightly, unsure of what else to share, the relaxation from the cruise starting to wear off bit by bit. “I’m really not sure what else might help you. But the officers that I talked with that night...” Isobel trailed off, reaching up to wind a lock of blond hair around one finger, twisting it and pulling on it in a nervous gesture.
“They didn’t seem to get what he did. I think they thought he just beat on me or something. But that’s not what he did. Not at all.”
He nodded, it didn’t surprise him much that his cops didn’t always know how to handle situations involving things they would never understand. He couldn’t blame them, it wasn’t their fault they didn’t get it, just like it wasn’t his fault he could do what he could do. “Do you want to explain it to me? I know you already have probably explained this at length, but do you want to explain it to me, as someone who can wrap their head around what happened?”
Isobel gave a nod of her head, though it took her a few moments longer to gather her voice once more. “It wasn’t that he touched me, not like the officers seemed to think.” Her shoulders went up again, crowding towards her ears. “He didn’t hit me. He wasn’t even very violent. But when he touched me, it was like he...” Isobel trailed off, chewing on her lip for a moment as she tried to put the experience into words.
“It was like he went right through my skin and touched my muscles. My... stomach. It doesn’t hurt anymore, not like if you had a regular bruise from getting smacked. But it’s bad looking. It’s been over a week now and the bruises have hardly faded.” She let out a breath then, glancing towards the floor, feeling sheepish, silly.
“Am I making a big deal out of nothing? I feel like I should just get over it and call it good.”
Well that was weird, but it was also a problem. If there was someone out there just...grabbing people by the insides, that was no good. At all. “You’re not under any obligation to get over it and call it good,” he said flatly. “Look I just want to help, I can’t help unless I know what’s going on. We want to keep this from happening to other people, and most of my guys on the ground haven’t figured out how to deal with Creation based crime. That’s where I come in, I might seek some outside assistance, but this is all good information to have. Is there anything else we should know? I’m going to have one of my...” he paused because seriously how did you even explain Daryl to anyone, “Associates come do a run down of your place, believe me if my guys missed anything she’ll find it, give me a twenty page report on why they missed it, how stupid they are, and then ask me if I fully vet everyone on my teams.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, instead settling with a simple nod of her head as she picked up her purse and got to her feet. “You can send your associate down. Just let me know the day and time and I’ll be sure to make myself scarce while she’s there.” Isobel gave him a tight smile and inclined her head to him for a brief moment.
“I do want your help. Please don’t assume that I don’t. I’m just stumbling around in territory I’m not familiar with so I don’t know the steps.” A pause as she considered her words. “But I trust you to get the job done, Detective West. I’ll see myself out.” And without another word, she turned to leave, feeling a bit silly, a bit stupid, but at least she had done something about what was going on.
Kyle nodded, he agreed it was probably best that she make herself scarce while Daryl was doing...Whatever it was Daryl did. He stood up as she did and nodded, “We’ll do our best, I’ll be in touch soon. We’ll figure this out.” He said hoping he sounded reassuring. He wouldn’t feel better until Daryl had her hands in this mess.