Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-05 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, judy hopps, leon orcot |
Who: Leon and Judy
What: Judy takes his statement after he was shot
When: June 16th
Where: The hospital
Rating/Warning: Pretty low I'd say
Status: Complete
As soon as Judy had gotten the text, she was on her way to the hospital. She had helped with a situation once before and nothing had come of it, so she prayed this would be the same situation. Her heart was pounding as she walked through the doors, looking around for an attending nurse to speak to. Even though she was off the clock, she came in her uniform; civilian clothes didn’t make the same statement, even when she would flash her badge. Come in uniform and no questions are asked. She was soon escorted into Leon’s room, setting the drinks on the table. Alex wasn’t around and she wondered if he had finally taken a break from his side.
She looked down at him, concern and worry on her face. “Man, you look terrible.” She glanced down to his stomach, covered in the blanket. “How bad is it?”
Leon had been trying, poorly, to focus on the TV when Judy came in. Apart from the fact that whatever was on didn’t seem particularly exciting, it was hard to focus when his brain was still clouded with the painkillers they had him on.
He was relieved to be able to stop staring at the idiot box when Judy walked in, and he tried a smile that looked more like a grimace, which then turned into a scowl when Judy spoke. “Gee, thanks,” he grumbled. “Nice to see you too.” Really, it was nice. He’d been putting off asking questions from the other officers until either Judy or Logan had shown up. He’d given vague answers when he had to, and no answers at all when he could. But Judy and Logan were the only ones he trusted with this. Partly because they were the only ones who wouldn’t immediately sign him up for a psyche eval.
As for how bad it is… “Not that bad. I’m still breathing, aren’t I?” Though, he’d heard that the paramedics had had to resurrect him when they’d finally made it to the apartment. It had been a close one.
“I brought some coffee even though Alex said you might not be able to have it. I figured you can take the chance or there can just be two for him.” She shrugged to show she didn’t care. She pulled a chair up to the bedside, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “What happened?” Alex had told her it was dream related, but hadn’t gone into more information than that.
“What Alex doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Leon said, taking the coffee. Frankly, he was sick of the flavourless stuff that they kept trying to feed him. Coffee wasn’t even solid, it should be fine. Leon glanced over at the hospital room to make sure that there wasn’t anyone there eavesdropping. He’d sound completely insane to the uninitiated, and while that burned him up inside he knew better than to go running around talking about dream bad guys. “I screwed up. In the dreams. Got myself shot and woke up bleeding out in my bed. Alex kept me around until the paramedics got there, and then I woke up here.” They’d told him that there had been a while there where he’d died, where he’d had to be resuscitated, but in the end he’d woken up, and that’s really all that mattered.
Judy frowned, wondering how they could spin this. “What happened in their dreams?” When in doubt, it was always best to stick as close to the truth as possible. Maybe they could use some of what happened from the dreams in the report. She pulled out a notepad and pen, ready to take notes. She was sure they could piece some things together.
Leon took a sip of his coffee, taking a moment to appreciate the bitter flavour. “We’d finally managed to corner a couple of guys who were pretty high up in the mob. Backup was slow in getting there, and they were looking to sneak out the back. I thought I could stop the before they had the chance, but … well,” it was pretty obvious that it hadn’t gone exactly as Leon had planned it to go.
Judy frowned, more from the lack of being able to cover it up from that than the actual incident. “Hard to try and talk about doing work while you were off the clock and asleep.” She tapped her pen against her lips, thinking. “Burglary gone wrong? You heard something, went down to investigate, and got shot?” She glanced at the blankets. “How many gunshot wounds?”
“The paramedics found me in bed,” Leon corrected. Any idea that he had gone to investigate wouldn’t hold up with any kind of scrutiny. “Three,” he answered her. “Former collar maybe? Got out and decided to get even? So they break into my apartment,” somehow. There wouldn’t have been any signs of a break-in. It would be too late to stage one now; no doubt they were combing his suite for clues right now, “and try to take me out while I’m asleep.”
Judy shook her head, as if reading his thoughts. “There weren’t any signs of a break in, I stopped by before coming over,” she admitted, glancing at him. She stood up suddenly and started to pace at the foot of his bed. “Darnit! Alex is going to be the most suspicious person and I promised him I would look after it.” She shook her head, trying to think of what plausible explanation they could give, but it was starting to look a bit impossible.
Nothing is impossible
“C’mon, there’s gotta be something!”
“Alex will be fine. I told them he had nothing to do with it.” As far as Leon was concerned, that was the end of it. After all, if the victim of a crime said someone didn’t do it, it’d have to be a bullheaded cop who decided to follow up on it.
“The balcony?” Leon suggested after a moment. “I can say I left the door unlocked.” After all, why wouldn’t he? There wasn’t any outside access to it, assuming someone couldn’t fly up to it. Leon knew enough about this place and the people in it to always lock the door, but if the investigating officer hadn’t thought to check…
Judy glanced over at him and how sure he sounded about Alex remaining out of it. She could only hope he was right and keep brainstorming on various stories. She thought about the balcony, pen now tapping on her thigh. “How high up is it?” It would have to be believable or they would look for evidence of someone climbing to get up there. It felt a bit dirty to think they were using their training to catch bad guys to cover up their tracks. But it couldn’t be helped...how else could they explain the bullets? Leon would be sent to psych eval and probably wouldn’t come back. Better to wrap this up.
“Third floor,” Leon admitted. It really was a long shot, but it was the only thing he’d been able to come up with out of all of this. He was sure that, if it went to court, Alex would be cleared of all charges - this entire case was just reasonable doubt piled on top of reasonable doubt. But if someone did try to charge Alex, and it got out that he was under suspicion for shooting his cop boyfriend in his sleep, well… that would ruin his life whether he went to prison for it or not.
Judy pursed her lips together and shook her head. “It might be the best we’ve got, but too many lies and they’ll have someone out looking for evidence for it.” All things she was sure Leon realized and had thought about. “Well, your friend Echolls reached out to me, so I guess we’re not in this alone this time around.” She shot him a look, not meaning to make him feel bad about the current situation. Anything to do with dreams made it tricky and she actually liked that she was in a position to help other people out. This particular situation was just turning out to be a lot trickier than the last.
“When Alex gets back, I’ll take a statement from him, see what we might be able to come up with. But not our fault if you guys didn’t see or hear anything while you were asleep!” She sighed, walking over to his side and placing a hand on his arm. “You doing alright otherwise? Other than coffee, can I get you any real food?”
Leon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Too many complicated lies really would trip them all up. Whoever's bright idea it was to keep all the weirdness in the OC under wraps really had a lot to answer for. It was probably the same sicko who caused all this shit in the first place.
Maybe if he wasn't pumped full of painkillers, he’d be able to think up something more plausible, but right now all he could think of was how much easier it would be if he could just say some creep from his dreams shot him and that was the end of it.
“Sorry I’m not more help,” he grumbled after a moment. Judy, Logan and Alex were all pretty smart. They might be able to come up with something where Leon had failed. “I would kill for some real food,” he admitted. “The doctors think it’s a bad idea, but…” he smiled, a little hopefully, at Judy, “what they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?”
Judy gave him a grin, realizing she would have to stay positive through all this for him. At least for the moment. She didn’t want to add any extra stress on the situation when he should be focused on recovering. “Don’t sweat it,” she said, trying to brush it off as much as she could. “It’s been a long night and will probably be a long couple of days. Just rest up so you can be of better use to us.” She gave him a wink, but hesitated when he said the doctor’s thought food would be a bad idea.
“Are they putting you on an all liquid diet? I dunno Leon, if the doctor’s say no…”
Leon scowled. He shouldn’t have mentioned anything about the doctors. “They said it was probably better. You know, until this heals,” he said, placing a hand on his stomach. “But I swear to god, Judy, if I can’t eat a fucking burger after all of this I’m going to be pissed.”
Judy hesitated, but couldn’t bring herself to give in and take his order. “Hopefully you’ll be able to eat solid foods in the next couple of days. But if you try anything before that, you might make it permanent!” She wasn’t sure if that was true, but she figured it sounded about right and Leon might need extra encouraging to stick to what the doctor’s said.
“I’ll stop by and bring you real coffee though. How about that?”
Leon gave a frustrated sigh. He hadn’t really expected her to get him real food, not against doctor’s orders, but he had still had something that resembled hope. “Well, coffee’s better than nothing,” he said. “Especially if you make it a little Irish,” he added.
Judy could only roll her eyes, pretending to make a note with his order. “Right, coffee, black.” She said, ignoring the last part to add a little something extra in with it. She closed the notepad as if that would end the debate on what she could bring him that would actually be good for him. She was willing on the coffee, but anything more seemed like she would compromise his recovery.
“We’ll go out and celebrate once you’re outta here,” she said, giving him a grin. “But you won’t be able to get outta here if I’m sneaking things in for you!” She walked over and put a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze. “Other than sneaking in contraband, gimme a text if you or Alex need anything, ok?”
Leon sighed. He had the sneaking suspicion that Judy wasn’t going to add an Irish touch to his coffee, which was a disappointment. The only thing he wanted more than a nice, stiff drink right now was a cigarette, and given the fact that he couldn’t get out of the hospital bed, he didn’t see either of those things happening. “Yeah, thanks, Hopps,” he said, giving her hand a bit of a pat. “Keep me posted on the investigation.”