Wyatt (tornloyalty) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-08-04 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | mariana garcia, wyatt kane |
Who: Wyatt Kane & Mariana Garcia
What: Mariana wants answers and Wyatt is the unfortunate detective in her firing line
When: 2nd August
Where: Wyatt's precinct
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Mariana García had been waiting for half an hour. She tapped her feet impatiently, leaning her elbow on the table and sipping at the crappy coffee the good-natured Sergeant had given her when he’d sat her down at the table and told her to wait.
She’d been waiting, so she got to her feet and brushed down her skirt, irritated and frustrated and worried. If Detective Kane wasn’t coming to her, she’d go to him.
What she hadn’t been expecting, though, was to turn around right into the firm, nice-smelling chest of another person.
Wyatt Kane was a good detective but this homeless case was driving him to the brink it really was because as soon as he got a lead on something that lead either mysteriously vanished or no longer wanted to talk. He could lean on them but he knew that the approach didn't always work and could hurt the investigation in the long run but man it was getting tempting.
He was checking in evidence from another case he was working when somebody informed him that there was somebody waiting for him. Somebody who had questions about the homeless case he was working on which made him think it could be somebody with information or a family member of somebody that might be involved as not every homeless person was forgotten.
Some faith left in humanity after all.
Wyatt was in fact on his way back to meet this person when a relatively small but pretty brunette ran straight into him. "Woah," he murmured as he reached out to curl his hands around her arms to steady her. "You okay there?"
Mariana felt the warmth of those hands even through the fabric of her shirt as they reached out to hold her steady. She looked up - way up because dios the man was tall - and wet her lower lip, opening her mouth to say something before she realised he'd been heading back to this desk.
"Are you Detective Kane?" she asked, because if he was, she had no time for niceties.
"Yes, yes, I am," Wyatt affirmed with a nod of his head. "Can I help you with something?"
"My brother's gone missing and I need you to help me find him." She looked up at him, waiting for him to realise that he still had hold of her arms and when he let go she returned to sitting beside his desk, legs crossed at the knee. "I heard you're looking into all the missing persons so I- I need you to help me."
Wyatt trailed after her in the direction of his desk before he took his seat and turned to wait to hear what she had to say. So she was a family member, that made sense. "Does your brother have a name? And if you have a photograph then even better." Hopefully he wouldn't be in any of his files and there was still chance out there.
"Also, I'm at a disadvantage, ma'am. You know my name and I don't know yours."
"My brother's name is Jesus, Jesus García. He's thirty three and moved out here a few years ago, but then he fell on hard times and ended up homeless and then we lost contact with him."
She reached for her bag that was on the floor and pulled out a notebook. "This is the last picture of him that I have," she said, offering Wyatt a dog-eared photograph. "It- it is the only picture I have." Her voice wavered a little then.
So obviously her surname must be García but he still didn't have a first name but he'd circle back round to that. He could tell how upset she was but that was understandable especially as far as family was concerned and family you'd lost contact with and now couldn't find.
He took the dog-eared photograph and regarded it closely, relieved in no small part that the face looking back at him wasn't one he recognised.
"I'll get this copied and then you can have it back." He reached out for his own notepad so that he could take some notes. "Did your brother mention anybody he met or fell into company with?"
"Si," Mariana replied, wetting her lower lip and settling herself to get more comfortable. She drew it between her teeth and wondered if all police officers had such kind eyes. He was being patient with her, "If you could be careful not to damage it," she added, "It- my parents were deported and so everything went with them. What they couldn't take has been lost."
She started talking about the little bits that she knew; the bad crowd her brother had fallen in with. That he'd gone missing almost four years ago now and no one had bothered to support her parents in looking for him, but that she'd looked back and found that there had been reports of people going missing for a lot longer than the media had been reporting. That her brother might have been one of the first, but he wasn't a drug user, not that she'd known.
Needing to take a break, she leaned back into the seat and realised she never had given her name.
"Mariana."
"Of course," Wyatt assured her as he placed it down on his desk for the time being, he'd go away and photocopy it in a moment just as soon as he'd taken notes about what she could tell him about her brother.
It was always sad when family lost one another and there might be real cause for concern depending on what his investigation did or didn't turn up.
"Well, Mariana, I can assure you that I am working on this case around the clock. I might have only gotten on it recently but I am dedicating a lot of my time to seeing what I can do to find all these missing people."
"You'll have to forgive me if I'm a less than confident, Detective," she told him with an arch of her eyebrow. "He's been missing for four years and so far no one's done anything or even cared because he's another Latino that just got fell into the numbers."
She folded her arms and then unfolded them because she didn't want to appear defensive or aggressive. She'd learned the hard way that the police weren't there to protect her.
"As long as he's not forgotten about."
Wyatt inhaled slowly to control his response. "Well unfortunately for me I work in a department where a number of other detectives passed this case up until it finally hit my desk at which point I threw all of my time and resource into it. I understand your frustration, I do, but I assure you that your brother is not forgotten about and he won't be as long as I'm working this case."
And he did mean that, he never said anything he didn't mean, and this was his main priority at the moment.
Mariana didn't look convinced, but she did nod her head and uncross her legs. "Is updating people a thing? Or am I just not gonna hear anything until you find him?"
"I can update you," Wyatt assured her. "If you want to leave your contact details I can let you know how the investigation is going."
"I'd appreciate that," Mariana said after a moment, leaning forward and taking a pen off the Detective's desk and helping herself to a leaf of his notepad, writing her name and number down before passing it back. "Do you need anything else from me?"
Wyatt made a mental note of her phone number before he collected up the picture of her brother. "Just for you to sit there and wait while I take a copy of this picture so I can give it right back." He offered her a warm smile before he turned to seek out the photocopier.
Mariana nodded, lacing her fingers together to resist the urge she had to peek at the files on the desk and instead letting herself have a moment to appreciate the way the Detective's jacket sat on his shoulders and the way his jeans clung to his legs.
What? She could appreciate a fine form when she saw one, even if it was attached to a police officer.
What Mariana didn't know was that Wyatt was no ordinary detective. He was a werewolf. As a werewolf his senses were far more attuned to the world around him and he had a much better sixth sense for when he was being watched. Right now he knew he was being watched but didn't know the intent, just knew that she had her eyes on him.
He didn't hurry what he was doing as a result of that, took the time he normally would have taken, collected the copy and headed back to his desk.
"Here," he said, holding the photo out for her to take.
"Gracias," Mariana said after a moment as she took the photo back and carefully put it back into her purse. She sighed, "I don't presume to tell you how to do your job, but please find my brother. He's been missing for too long."
She knew, she knew the chances of him being found alive were so very slim but still... she'd hoped for this long. What harm would it do for her to hope for a little while longer?
"Hopefully I'll hear from you soon," she said, getting to her feet and holding out her hand. "Thank you for seeing me." Not that she'd given him much of a choice.
Wyatt didn't bother responding to Mariana's first comment and simply rose to his feet alongside her, taking her much smaller hand in his own larger one.
"I'll be in touch, Miss Garcia."
"Mariana," she corrected, with a little tilt of her head as she shook his hand. "I feel like we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
"Mariana," Wyatt affirmed with a nod of his head. "And I think you're right, I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
Mariana nodded. "It was nice to meet you, Detective," she said, slipping her bag back onto her shoulder and collecting her jacket. "Enjoy the rest of your shift."
And with that, she turned to walk out. It wasn't positive, per se, but it was a start, and that was better than nothing. She could work with 'a start'.
It was enough, at least, to give her a little bit of hope.